Chapter 206 Pairing wine with sword
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? He could be killed secretly, but not now.
Longque has brought a lot of inconvenience to Zhao Changhe, but the benefits are also great. Everything has two sides.
Now Cui Wenjing's attitude is like a sharp sword hanging above him. The Wang family is absolutely unwilling to offend an ally like the Cui family. So why not do anything important? Let's go home and wash up and sleep.
Let alone Cui Wenjing, it is difficult to say how many of the Wang family's countless related forces, disciples and former officials would support the killing of the prince. If word spread, the Wang family's power might become turbulent and wilted overnight.
The biggest difference between aristocratic families and those demonic cultists is this. 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, the Cui family would not come. Can play dumb.
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 is sitting here and not walking 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.
When Wang Zhaoling thought of this, he smiled again and clapped his hands: "That's it. Regardless of whether you participate in the sword discussion or not, Wang would like to thank everyone for coming to celebrate his birthday. Everyone must eat and drink first before they have the strength to discuss the sword... Come, serve the food, and play the music!”
"I won't eat the food." Situ Xiao stood up unsteadily and stretched: "Situ has enough wine, but now he only needs 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 suits my taste. It is the spirit of a warrior to test the world's heroes. I am willing to test this sword with you and prove it for myself. Could it be that I came all the way from Huguang to have a bite of you?"
Wang Zhaoling’s expression gradually became serious.
Situ smiled lazily and said: "King Zhaoling said that the experience was difficult and invited the heroes of the world to come here, but why did he 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'll give you some wine! 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 didn’t have any pride surging in his heart?
But how could 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?
Wang Zhaoling firmly 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 him off? Situ Xiao never said not to use his strength to suppress others. Even if he didn't, then no one would have the 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. The eyes of the drunken man in ragged clothes gradually showed clear disappointment and disdain.
Yue Hongling is on the list of people, Cui Yuanyong can't avoid suspicion, there is no one here, what is a hidden dragon!
Suddenly laughter 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 lit up instantly.
Wang Zhaoling twitched his lips: "Brother Zhao, didn't you say you wouldn't participate?"
Zhao Changhe was very surprised and asked back: "Brother Situ and I met at a banquet, and we sparred with each other. We don't participate in the competition for rewards. What's the point of discussing swords with the Wang family?"
Wang Zhaoling: “…”
Xia Chichi laughed out loud, and her delicate hand on the sword hilt gradually loosened.
The others didn’t think too much and kept their eyes fixed on the wine glasses.
The glass was full of wine, almost even 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's gentleness, rub together, it's indescribable." Wang Zhaoling whispered to himself, the fighting spirit in his eyes became more and more intense, almost forgetting himself What is the purpose of holding this party?
Situ Xiao’s eyes were also full of joy, and his heavy sword was suddenly raised to the ground.
There was a "Crack" sound, and 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 fell forward. 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. He patted his waist and the cork of the wine bag popped open. A stream of wine arrows spurted out and landed accurately in the cup. The wine arrow stops and the cup is just full.
Immediately, he swiped his heavy sword: "Return to Brother Zhao!"
The heavy sword weighing dozens of kilograms whizzed past and hit the cup, but there was only a very slight "ding". The cup flew back leisurely, and the wine in the cup did not spill.
This move is much more difficult than Zhao Changhe's cup toss 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 Xiaoxiao in the center.
Situ Xiao casually swung his sword back to stab him. The color of the sword's glow suddenly changed in the process. Zhao Changhe's figure actually seemed to be moving in the air. He moved half an inch sideways gracefully, and then turned into a stab and penetrated Situ Xiao's chest.
Situ Xiao’s expression finally became solemn, and he hurriedly stepped aside 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 can't figure out the way. It was probably Tang Wanzhuang who helped him merge with the sword. His relationship with Tang Wanzhuang..."
Cui Yuanyang flattened her mouth and sniffed.
"Rubbing!" 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 scraping of swords and sliding knives, 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 passed each other with a crackling sound.
Zhao Changhe's fingers brushed against Situ Xiao's ribs, as if 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 by 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’re a **** grown man, and you’re trying to play tricks 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 of our sect are not very strong, but they are as strong as iron, but they are impressive. Brother Zhao, if I can gain something from this battle, I will give it to you." Brother Zhao has a set of fists and palms, so what’s the harm?”
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 ingenious 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 why doesn’t it taste right...
Before this sword romance, Wang Zhaoling seemed to have become a passerby, and no one cared about him anymore.
Recommend a book called "My senior sister is not a human being!" 》, the daily life with non-human seniors
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