Tome of Troubled Times Chapter 206: Wine with a sword

Chapter 206: Using the Sword to Left the Wine

Wang Zhaoling looked ugly.

They really can't intimidate Zhao Changhe, let alone kill him casually.

Although they did not see the true relationship between Zhao Changhe and Cui Yuanyang, no matter where they talked about, Zhao Changhe was also Cui Yuanyang's benefactor. The Cui family gave Longque as a gift, and it was written on their faces, "My family recognizes his identity." Without the certification from the Cui family, who would recognize Zhao Changhe's identity? They could kill him behind his back, but not now.

Longque brought a lot of inconvenience to Zhao Changhe, but the benefits were equally great. Everything has two sides.

Cui Wen?Z’s attitude is now like a sharp sword hanging on it. The Wang family is absolutely unwilling to offend an ally like the Cui family, so why not do anything important? Just go home and wash up and sleep.

Forget about Cui Wen?Z, it’s hard to say how many of the Wang family’s numerous related forces, disciples, and former officials would support the killing of the prince. If word spread, the Wang family might be in turmoil overnight. malaise.

The biggest difference between aristocratic families and those demonic cultists is here. They need legal principles in everything they do. Once they deviate from this, historical lessons will tell them that the consequences will be serious. And if you grasp it well, it will be much easier than those demon sect rebels, just change the flag...

Wang Zhaoling looked at Cui Yuanyang painfully. Cui Yuanyang blinked, looking like a little rabbit who didn't understand anything. Wang Zhaoling knew that he couldn't expect anything from this guy. Her being a mascot was already a sign of the Cui family's friendly attitude.

Cui Yuanyong didn't come because he "didn't meet before marriage"... It was purely because the things he represented were different from Cui Yuanyang's meaning, so he deliberately avoided it. He was just a young and ignorant little rabbit, no matter what he did. Anyone from the Cui family can pretend to be stupid.

They are all thousand-year-old foxes.

After being silent for a long time, Wang Zhaoling decided to give up his attitude of fighting for Zhao Changhe.

Anyway, as long as Zhao Changhe sits here and doesn't go away to mess up the matter, outsiders don't know what's going on, so they can regard him as supporting and participating, so there is no need to create extra complications.

Wang Zhaoling thought of this, smiled again, and clapped his hands: "That's it, no matter whether you participate in the sword discussion or not, Wang would like to thank everyone for coming to celebrate his birthday. Everyone should eat and drink first before they can have the energy to discuss. Sword... Come, serve the food, and play music!"

"I won't eat the food." Situ Xiao stood up unsteadily and stretched: "Situ has enough wine, now all he needs is a sword to drink."

Wang Zhaoling was stunned: "Brother Situ, this is..."

Situ smiled and said: "Old Wang, don't think too much and forget the basics. Earlier, everyone speculated that you wanted to invite the world's hidden dragons to test the sword in the name of your birthday. To be honest, although you are arrogant, it is appropriate. My appetite is to test the heroes of the world, which is the spirit of a warrior. I am willing to accompany you to try this sword, and to prove it for myself. Could it be that I came all the way from Huguang to attend the banquet just to have a bite of your meal. ?"

Wang Zhaoling's expression gradually became serious.

Situ Xiao said lazily: "You, Wang Zhaoling, said that the experience was difficult and invited the heroes of the world here, but why did you miss the good time for some **** and dirty things? Looking back, would you rather have no regrets?"

He slowly pulled out the heavy sword on his back: "Situ Xiao of the Shenhuang Sect invites the world to fight Qianlong, and I will give you a drink! Who will fight?"

There was silence in the field, and Wang Zhaoling took a deep breath.

The stage he set up became Situ Xiao’s martial arts arena.

But this is the original intention...

Even Wang Zhaoling himself doesn’t have any pride surging in his heart?

But how can it be that the two strongest men ended up fighting each other before the sword debate even started? Then wouldn’t the subsequent Qianlong sword discussion become a joke?

If you really want to show off your status and style, you should sit high and watch others compete, wait for the winner to challenge him, and then win the battle. That will be the perfect ending.

Wang Zhaoling suppressed his desire to be a warrior and turned into a smile: "Since Brother Situ wants to test the sword, he will not overwhelm others with force. Who wants to go out and accompany Brother Situ to prove his skills?"

There was silence for a moment, who the **** is going to send it off? Situ Xiao never said not to use force to suppress others. Even if he didn't, then no one would have confidence.

Just like Chili back then, the only one who could fight him was Yue Hongling. Now that Situ Xiao was standing here, the only one who could really fight him was Wang Zhaoling himself.

Situ Xiao stood in the field holding a sword. No one responded for a long time. Disappointment and disdain gradually showed clearly in the eyes of the drunken man in ragged clothes.

Yue Hongling is on the list of people, Cui Yuanyong can't avoid suspicion, there is no one here, what is a hidden dragon!

Laughter suddenly came from the sidelines: "A toast to Brother Situ!"

Everyone turned to look, but it was Zhao Changhe who threw out the wine glass in his hand and went straight to Situ Xiao.

Situ Xiao’s eyes instantly lit up.

Wang Zhaoling twitched his lips: "Brother Zhao, didn't you say you wouldn't participate?"

Zhao Changhe was very surprised and asked: "Brother Situ and I met at a banquet, and we competed with each other in terms of skills. We don't participate in the competition for rewards, so what's the point of discussing swords with the Wang family?"

Wang Zhaoling: "..."

Xia Chichi laughed out loud, and her delicate hand on the hilt of the sword gradually loosened.

She also wanted to die, but she hesitated about the influence of her identity. She didn't expect Zhao Changhe to be so shameless.

The others didn't think too much, they just stared at the wine glass.

The glass was full of wine, almost flush with the rim, but the glass flew into the field without even a trace of wine spilling out, which highlighted his incredible control.

"Yue Hongling's sun-shooting flying feather hidden weapon technique, and the clear blue ripples of the Tang family, blend together, it's so wonderful." Wang Zhaoling whispered to himself, the fighting spirit in his eyes getting stronger and stronger, almost I almost forgot why I held this party.

Situ Xiao’s eyes were also full of joy, and his heavy sword was suddenly raised to the ground.

With a "Check" sound, the bottom of the wine glass happened to rub against the sword. It slid along the sword and was blocked when it reached the hilt. Surprisingly, the wine glass did not fall backwards, but forwards. As soon as it was planted, the wine poured out like an arrow.

Situ Xiao opened his mouth to take it, and every drop of the wine went into his mouth. The cup fell firmly on the sword, as if someone had just poured it for him.

"Good wine!"

Situ Xiao laughed loudly, patted his waist, the cork of the wine bag popped open, and a stream of wine arrows spurted out, landing accurately in the cup. The wine arrow stops and the cup is just full.

Immediately swiped the heavy sword: "Return to Brother Zhao!"

The heavy sword weighing tens of kilograms whizzed past and hit the cup, but there was only a very slight "ding", and the cup flew back leisurely, without spilling the wine in the cup.

This move is much more difficult than Zhao Changhe's cup throw just now. In terms of competition alone, he is better than Zhao Changhe.

Zhao Changhe didn't want to be more pretentious. He directly reached out to catch the wine glass, drank it down in one gulp, and said with great joy: "Good, good swordsmanship, good kung fu!"

After saying this, the wine glass fell on the table and the dragon sparrow was unsheathed!

The dragon roared, and the dim blood light crossed several feet of the hall and went straight to Situ Xiao in the center.

Situ Xiao casually swung his sword back and stabbed back. The color of the sword suddenly changed in the process. Zhao Changhe's figure seemed to be moving in the air. He moved half an inch to the side in a graceful manner, then turned his sword into a stab and rushed into Situ. Laugh chest.

Situ Xiao’s expression finally became solemn, and he hurriedly turned sideways to get out of the way of the stab. He was equally ecstatic: "Good! Good sword skills! Good body skills!"

Good swordsmanship...

Many people watching were puzzled. Zhao Changhe, isn't this a sword? It's a very outrageous broad sword...

But that thrust just now was indeed the intention of the sword. Where did he get his sword skills and integrate them into his sword skills? Can a rookie in the world do this kind of thing?

"The Tang family is treading water..." Wang Zhaoling whispered to himself: "That swordsmanship cannot be discerned. It was probably Tang Wanzhuang who helped him merge with the sword. His relationship with Tang Wanzhuang... ”

Cui Yuanyang flattened her mouth and sniffed.

"Rub!" The swords in the field finally clashed for the first time, but it was not the violent collision of heavy swords and broad knives as people imagined, but the swords and knives were being wiped, making a harsh friction sound.

The two of them passed by each other, and at the moment when their bodies were crossed, each left hand slapped the other's chest, waist, and ribs, and then they passed each other with a crackling sound.

Zhao Changhe's fingers brushed against Situ Xiao's ribs, like brushing against iron sheets. Nothing happened, but his fingers still hurt a little. Situ Xiao pointed at Zhao Changhe's Yutang point, but nothing happened either.

The two passed each other and looked back at each other.

Zhao Changhe rubbed his chest and felt that he had lost. It doesn't hurt if the opponent does horizontal exercises, but if he just moves the acupoints, he still suffers pain, which is a loss.

The joy on Situ's smiling face became a little weird: "Brother Zhao..."

Zhao Changhe: "Huh?"

"You are a **** grown man, and you want to play with me! Do you still want to reach in and touch me?"

"...I don't know how to punch hard, and I'm worried. Can you teach me?"

Situ Xiao looked dumbfounded: "You're so rude."

After speaking, he held the sword in both hands, his body slightly arched, and his tiger eyes stared: "The fists and palms of our sect are not very strong, but they are as strong as iron. I can gain something from this battle, Brother Zhao." , what’s the harm in giving Brother Zhao a set of fists?”

Zhao Changhe stood with his sword horizontally, his steps slightly wrong, and the blood demon roared into the sky: "In contrast, what Zhao wants to see more is how ingenious and incompetent this heavy sword without an edge is."

Wang Zhaoling: "..."

Is this the Langya sword theory you want?

From the outside, it looks very good.

But something doesn’t feel right...

Before this romance with swords and swords, Wang Zhaoling seemed to have become a passerby, and no one cared about him anymore.

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