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Chapter 16
Poet He coughed lightly and forced himself to save his face: "You are so disrespectful to your elders, you should be punished to kneel at the ancestral hall for a day, and then banned from copying scriptures for a month. But since I am an elder, it is inevitable that I have a bit of loving heart. I have the heart to see you punished."

"Your fourth uncle, I also know some boxing skills. You have to know that I was kicked by you just because I was not prepared."

"Okay, Fourth Uncle. I know." He Lingjiang replied, trying to make his voice sound sincere.

Poet He was furious: "If you don't believe it, let's make a bet."

"Huh?" He Lingjiang was puzzled.

"The time for a cup of tea, do whatever you want. Within a radius of half a zhang, if you can kick me, I won't care about you like you. If you can't kick me, you will take the picture painted by Li Yu in your room. Give me the picture of the cup under the moon. How?"

He recently met a Taoist priest in Huayang Mountain.

The Taoist priest has a refined temperament, profound Taoism, and it is even rarer to cast a mysterious spell.Daochang's life is not as good as others, only the paintings of Li Yu of the previous dynasty.

If he can get this painting from He Xiaoqi's collection, he is also expected to learn a few skills from him.

Seeing Poet He's face that you don't care about, He Lingjiang suddenly realized: Oh, so I wanted this painting.

She hesitated: "This is not good... Although my niece accidentally bumped into the fourth uncle, she didn't know it before. If the fourth uncle wants to blame me, I have nothing to say, so I have to go to the ancestral hall honestly."

"That picture of "The Cup with the Cup under the Moon" is my niece's favorite, so I must never take it out for gambling."

Poet He knew that this girl, He Lingjiang, had nothing to fear, and no one in the manor could punish her.

He changed his mind and said, "It's always your fault. If it's not like this, just tell me what you want, and I'll take it out as long as I have it. If you win, this thing belongs to you. I won, and the " Give me the cup picture under the moon."

"But……"

"Okay, okay, don't do it!"

"Okay..." He Lingjiang reluctantly replied.

She swept Poet He from beginning to end before saying, "Then let's have this lightsaber around your waist."

Poet He couldn't help covering the hilt of the sword at his waist. This sword with lights was forged by a famous master. It danced gracefully and elegantly. It was both beautiful and practical. He finally found it.

"The little lady's family, do you know how to use swords?"

"Will it happen? I'll find out later. How does the fourth uncle play with this sword?"

Poet He said to himself: "Of course, the sword moves like a flying swallow, and the sword falls like the wind stops. It's very good."

He Lingjiang nodded, "So, it really is a good sword. I want it."

Poet He felt a little reluctant, and his tone was a little coaxing: "Why don't you change it? I still have precious malachite in my house, you can use it as paint, and a pair of night pearls, you can take it It's good to come and play."

"No, that's it. Could it be that the fourth uncle is reluctant?"

Poet He rubbed the hilt of his sword twice: "Okay."

She couldn't win anyway.His boxing skills are still good.

Because He Lingjiang couldn't get sunlight, he deliberately found a large empty room, and asked He Lingjiang to move all the things that were in the way to one side. Stand in the middle.

"Well, we're in this circle. Whatever you do, as long as you can kick me, you win."

He Lingjiang nodded slightly, expressing his understanding.

Poet He laughed: "Can I let Fourth Uncle let me let you in a little more?"

"Since it's a bet, it's unfair to let the fourth uncle let it go." He Lingjiang took off the power fence and handed it to Aman who was waiting.

"Okay, let's get started." Poet He flicked his sleeves and leaped into the circle with a graceful gesture.

"Then... I'll start?" He Lingjiang said.

Poet He showed a confident smile.

Before the smile fell, he heard an "Ouch", and a figure of Yuebai passed by and fell out of the circle, and a light footprint was still drawn on the brocade robe of the moonlight.

He widened his eyes in disbelief: "How did you do it?"

He Lingjiang looked at the right foot under his skirt: "It was done with the foot."

Poet He has some doubts about life.He has practiced martial arts for many years, and he is not proficient, but he has never lost against the guards in the palace. Is it possible that he has lied to him all these years?But even so, wouldn't He Xiaoqi be kicked out as soon as he lifted his foot?
Certainly not ready yet.

He didn't believe in evil, got up and said, "Come again!"

He Lingjiang looked at him embarrassedly: "Fourth Uncle, you have already lost, and that sword with lights belongs to me now. It's not appropriate to gamble any more, right?"

Poet He patted the hem of his clothes and said, "Do you want the top malachite in my house?"

"It's not impossible..."

Next, there was a scream from time to time in the He Mansion, and there was a strong and self-supporting "Come again!"

He Lingjiang looked at the person in front of her, her brocade robe was already full of dark or light footprints, and she couldn't bear it: "Fourth Uncle, if you don't, don't try it."

If it goes on like this, he will lose everything in his hand to her.

"No..." Poet He was not convinced, even if he was not skilled in martial arts, he couldn't have been defeated so embarrassingly.

He Lingjiang Fu'e: "You can't avoid me."

"Why?" Poet He felt that he was underestimated.

"People who practice martial arts say that their eyes are fast and their hands are fast. The fourth uncle knows that I was addicted to painting before, right? In terms of eyesight, who can compare to me. I haven't raised my feet yet, where are you going to hide next? There is no doubt in the gesture."

"You mean, you can bump into me every time just because you have good eyesight?"

He Lingjiang nodded.

Of course, the key is that the kung fu he is proud of is actually not very good.With his martial arts, he has no problem dealing with three or four ordinary guards, but in front of someone who is proficient in martial arts, it is nothing.

Although she is good at mysticism, she is not bad at martial arts.If Poet He wants to beat her, perhaps he will have to practice for several more decades.

He Lingjiang swallowed the words wisely.

Poet He waved his hands dejectedly: "Forget it, forget it, I lost."

He took the Hanguang sword held in the hands of the servant, and with a strong face, he handed it to He Lingjiang through gritted teeth: "This sword belongs to you."

His eyes were full of reluctance and he warned again: "You have to treat it well, don't fall into the style of the famous sword."

Just after he said that, he waved his hand again: "Forget it, you won't use the sword. Just leave it well, don't let it fall into dust and rust."

He Lingjiang stretched out his hand to take it, the long sword was unsheathed, and a cold light flashed across his eyes.The body of the sword is more than two feet long and less than two fingers wide.

She looked at Poet He, holding a few sword flowers at will: "How does the fourth uncle know that I can't?"

"Once upon a time, there was a beautiful lady named Gongsun who could move around with a sword dance. Although I'm not talented, I've seen other people dance swords. I've pondered it privately, but I haven't tried it. It's better to dance a dance today. How about I give some pointers?"

(End of this chapter)