Guijiayuan is notorious in Jiangnan. It is a brilliant gold-selling cave for ordinary people, but for the inheritor of the secret technique, it is a place of communication with experts.

Not only is Xu Fo and Xu's mother who returns to her home yard is also an expert.

The inheritors of secret techniques are generally divided into two categories: one is to practice the Dharma and then seek the Tao, and the other is to learn from the art. According to the traditional temper of Confucian scholars, they emphasize the Tao and neglect the art. Therefore, most people are focused on the mind and the orthodox teachings. If they really want to practice the art, they are just a scene. They are used as entertainment jokes and will never spend any more effort.

Although Qian Yiqun has been with them for a short time, he can see clearly. Now that the enemy is in front of him, the only one who can really help is probably...

Xu Fo counted one.

This mother has the ability to keep her face alive, and she probably won’t just be in bed.

besides……

Qian Yiqun's eyes swept over Mr. Feng. Although the old man looked like a fairy-like figure, the sour and corrupt atmosphere on his body had betrayed him, and he was definitely not a hidden elder in the world.

Brother Chen Xiangming is on the stage... If he really gets the Seven-Star Sword Technique of the Wang family, he is still a powerful general. However, he doesn't look like him, and he doesn't have a knife either.

As for the other two "experts" who participated in the six-person meeting, one was over fifty years old and the other was younger than him. These two people were already very consciously standing in the "background" and they must be unreliable.

Fortunately, the cold-faced and cold-mouthed Mr. Zhu Chuyu stood there in the original place with his head held high and stood with Chen Xiangming, becoming Xu Fo's firm backing. Judging from his demeanor with his hands behind his back, he was probably a person who could fight.

Qian Yiqun felt slightly relieved and glanced at the corpses on the ground again. He remembered that the sword formations of those beauties were not given for free. It seemed that the prospects for the two northwestern men to propose marriage were quite slim.

"I'm going home and yard open to business. If you two want to ask for marriage, why not just post it in plainly!" Xu Fo said politely, but his voice became colder.

"What we ask for is not an idle person, just to be afraid of being bombarded if you hand in the post." Li Yan, a white-clad scholar, said with a hearty smile.

"I am not saying this. Even the popular courtesan who returns to my home yard is worth it. Why do you need to find such excuses?" Xu Fo's jade hands hidden in his sleeves.

"It's a pity that we are not asking for a courtesan." Li Yan smiled, "It's you, Mama Xu."

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly condensed.

Xu Fo was also stunned, then giggled and said to him: "I'm afraid I can have more than your mother, I can't bear it."

Li Yan was taken advantage but was not annoyed. He smiled and said, "Of course, I don't have such a lucky fortune. I really came to propose marriage for my lord."

"I really have received my wrong love. Although I worship Buddha, I don't eat vegetarian food. I'm afraid I don't have this marriage." Xu Fo said coldly. The White Lotus Sect's teachings should avoid meat and fish, so they are also called the "Food Guess and Demon Sect", which is not a good thing.

"Who can tell the truth about marriage?" Li Yan smiled, "What's more, although my brothers and brothers are from the White Lotus Holy Sect, they are now serving under the King's tent. After Xu's mother goes there, she can eat meat and drink wine, and there are no taboos."

Seeing that Xu Fo had already expressed his anger, Qian Yiqun thought to himself: The current King of Rebellion is probably not Li Zicheng, but I don’t know how the old farmer far away in Shanxi and Shaanxi thought of marrying a famous prostitute in Wuzhong. Aren’t they just robbed a lady from a noble family and acted as a wife in the village?

"Xu Fo can't bear to give up her hometown, please go back." Xu Fo naturally refused. If a beautiful woman like her wants to get married, which wealthy family in Jiangnan would not be willing to accept her? Even though she is really old and just because she is so big that she can get a dowry for her home yard, some people will squeeze in the door.

Qian Yiqun remembered that prostitutes married as concubines and all their property would belong to their husbands' homes. He thought to himself: Could it be that the peasant uprising army wants to have both people and money, right? Is it really a version of the chaos of the late Ming Dynasty that was a great counterattack!

This world is indeed interesting because of so many beautiful dreams!

Seeing Qian Yiqun standing stupidly outside the "background", Zhou Zhengqing carefully rubbed forward and then rubbed back, and finally rubbed behind Qian Yiqun and reached out to pull it gently.

Qian Yiqun then woke up and found that he was indeed standing too far, so he slowly retreated with Zhou Zhengqing.

Li Yan seemed relaxed and happy, but in fact he was loose on the outside and tight on the inside, so he had been paying attention to the audience. Qian Yiqun and Zhou Zhengqing's small actions fell in his eyes. He thought this was a sign that the people who were returning home were going to attack, and immediately shouted: "Zongmin, go!"

Liu Zongmin took a step, and Qian Yiqun felt that his feet were weak, as if he was as if he was an earthquake. This strong man as big as a mountain completely obscured the already dim light outside the hall, causing everyone present to breathe tightly.

The giant man touched his waist and had two long swords on his hand. The pair of long swords were longer than the single sword of the long sword and wider than the Park sword, just like a big sword specially made for the giant. In the hands of any ordinary man, this sword was enough to hold both hands, but he played with the swords one by one.

"Flower Moon and Wind!" Xu Fo shouted loudly, then pulled away.

A beautiful woman who had already prepared for war came out of her sword, and a touch of sword light seemed to be drifting red.

The air in the huge hall became sticky and was swept by the sword wind, like a huge vortex. The center point of the vortex was the giant man two meters high, Liu Zongmin.

The coarse cloth clothes on Liu Zongmin quickly broke into strips of cloth under the sword's edge, revealing the strong muscles inside. Under the dark skin, blue veins like living earthworms stormed up and kept trembling.

Zhou Zhengqing whispered in Qian Yiqun's ear: "It seems that these girls are still not good."

Qian Yiqun's ears were heard and he couldn't bear to blink. The women's veils were stimulating, and the long sword in their hands danced. It was better to say that they were performing a spring moon night in the spring river than fighting for life and death.

Liu Zongmin's existence became inconsistent with such a poetic and picturesque situation. He saw a man like a black iron pillar, with two swords slashing, which seemed to be less skillful than the Qian family's ancestral sword technique, but his sword took off his life. Just a glance, he felt that the air in front of his mouth and nose was sealed.

The dancing Luohong dodged under the sword aura. Although there were always people who filled it in, it was difficult to break through the black man's sword circle, and faintly showed the subsequent fatigue.

"Hua Yue Lingfeng Formation is indeed powerful," the old man Feng walked to Qian Yiqun at some point, "but the skill of killing two pieces of swords is also amazing."

Qian Yiqun only saw Liu Zongmin constantly chopping and slashing, and there were few changes. Sometimes he even exchanged his injuries for his life. The bet was that the girls were reluctant to die. Unexpectedly, in the mouth of this old man in Shiyantang, this rough and simple knife technique was actually a bit tricky.

"What do you think of the sword intent of these girls?" Mr. Feng suddenly asked Qian Yiqun.

Qian Yiqun pretended to focus on the battle situation and did not answer, thinking: Although I was wearing a sword, I had never learned swordsmanship. How could I know what kind of sword intent?

However, under Mr. Feng's prompt, Qian Yiqun began to no longer only stare at the graceful figures and dancing swords, and focused on the rhythm of drawing and collecting the sword.

This retraction is the matching between the mind and the form, and it is also the place where the sword intent is contained.

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Chapter completed!