book of troubled times

Chapter 206 Serving Wine with a Sword
Wang Zhaoling's expression was ugly.

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

Although they didn't see the true relationship between Zhao Changhe and Cui Yuanyang, no matter where it was said, Zhao Changhe was also Cui Yuanyang's benefactor.Cui's family gave Longque, and the meaning was already written on his face, "My family recognizes his identity".Without the certification of the Cui family, who would recognize Zhao Changhe's identity? He would be killed if he was killed secretly, but not now.

Longque has brought a lot of inconvenience to Zhao Changhe, but the benefits are also great, and everything has two sides.

Now that Cui Wenjing's attitude is like a sharp sword hanging above, the Wang family absolutely does not want to offend an ally like the Cui family, so what's the big deal, go home, wash up and sleep.

Not to mention Cui Wenjing, it is hard to say how many of the Wang family's own numerous related forces, disciples and old officials can support such a thing as killing the prince.

This is the biggest difference between the aristocratic family and those demon cultists. They need legal principles in everything they do. Once they deviate from this point, the lessons of history will tell them that the consequences will be serious.And if you grasp it well, it will be much easier to get things done than those demon cult rebels, just change the flag...

Wang Zhaoling looked at Cui Yuanyang painfully, Cui Yuanyang blinked his eyes, looking like a little rabbit that I didn't understand anything.Wang Zhaoling knew that he couldn't expect this guy to express his opinion. It was the Cui family's friendly attitude that she could be a mascot.

Why did Cui Yuanyong not come because he "didn't see you before marriage"... It's purely because what he can represent is different from Cui Yuanyang's meaning, and he just avoided it on purpose, just a young and ignorant little rabbit, no matter what he did to the Cui family Can play dumb.

All millennium foxes.

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

Anyway, as long as Zhao Changhe sat here, he didn't rush to mess things up. Outsiders don't know what's going on, and they can be regarded as his support and participation, so there is no need for extra trouble.

Thinking of this, Wang Zhaoling smiled again, and clapped his hands: "That's how it is. Whether you participate in the sword debate or not, Wang would like to thank everyone for coming to celebrate the birthday. Everyone must eat and drink enough before they can have the strength to discuss the sword... ...Come, serve food, play music!"

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

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

Situ laughed and said, "Old Wang, don't think too much and forget the fundamentals. Earlier, everyone speculated that you used the name of your birthday to invite the world's potential dragon to try your sword. To be honest, although you are arrogant, it suits my taste. It is the spirit of a warrior to test the heroes of the world. I am willing to accompany you to try this sword, and also to prove it for myself, and share the gains. Could it be that I came all the way from Huguang to this banquet just to eat your meal?"

Wang Zhaoling's expression gradually became serious.

Situ smiled lazily and said: "You Wang Zhaoling said that the experience was difficult, and he invited the heroes of the world here, but why did he miss the good time because of some rubbish? Looking back and asking, would you rather have no regrets?"

He slowly pulled out the epee on his back: "Shenhuang Zong Situ Xiao, invited to fight the world's hidden dragons, and I will serve you wine! Who will fight?"

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

The stage he set up has become Situ Xiao's martial arts arena.

But this is the original intention...

Even Wang Zhaoling himself didn't have a little pride surging in his heart?

But how can there be such a thing that the two strongest fighters just end up fighting before the discussion of swords begins?Wouldn't the following Qianlong Lunjian become a joke?
If one really wants to raise one's self-worth and style, one should sit high on the main seat, watch others compete, wait for the winner to challenge him, and win the battle again, that will be the perfect ending.

Wang Zhaoling firmly suppressed his heart of martial artist who wanted to end, and turned into a smile: "Since brother Situ wants to try the sword, he will not use force to overwhelm others. Who wants to go out and accompany brother Situ to prove his skills?"

Silence for a while, who the hell is going to give it away? Situ Xiao never said that he should not use force to overwhelm others. Even if he really didn't, no one would have confidence.

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

Situ Xiao stood in the arena with his sword in his hand, but there was no response for a long time, and the eyes of the ragged drunk 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 Qianlong!

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

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

Situ smiled and his eyes lit up instantly.

Wang Zhaoling twitched the corner of his mouth: "Brother Zhao, didn't you say you wouldn't participate?"

Zhao Changhe asked back in amazement: "I met Brother Situ at a banquet, and I was eager to learn from each other, and I didn't participate in the reward competition. What do I have to do with the Wang family?"

Wang Zhaoling: "..."

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

She also wanted to end, but hesitated about the influence of her status. She never expected Zhao Changhe to be so shameless.

The others didn't think too much, and their eyes were fixed on the wine glass.

The wine glass was full, almost flush with the rim of the glass, but the wine glass flew into the field, but not even a trace of the wine spilled out, highlighting the ingenious control.

"Yue Hongling's method of shooting the sun and flying feathers with concealed weapons, and the Tang family's blue waves and clear ripples are soft and gentle, rubbing together, it's wonderful." Wang Zhaoling whispered to himself, the fighting spirit in his eyes became more and more violent, and he almost forgot himself What is the purpose of holding this banquet?

Situ Xiao's eyes were also full of joy, and the epee was suddenly raised horizontally.

With a "crack", the bottom of the wine glass happened to rub against the sword body, and slid all the way along the sword body. When it reached the hilt of the sword, it was blocked for a moment, but the wine glass surprisingly didn't fall backwards, but fell forward. The wine poured out like an arrow.

Situ smiled and opened his mouth to take it, and the wine poured into his mouth without a drop, and the glass landed firmly on the sword again, as if someone had poured it for him just now.

"Good wine!"

Situ laughed loudly, and slapped his waist, the stopper of the wine bag jumped away, and a stream of wine arrows gushed out, and landed accurately in the glass.The wine arrow stopped, and the cup was just full.

Immediately, he swiped the epee: "Repay Brother Zhao!"

The epee, which was several tens of kilograms, whizzed past and slapped the cup, but there was only a very slight "ding", and the cup flew back leisurely, and the wine in the cup was also not spilled.

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

Zhao Changhe didn't have any more pretentious ways to play. He directly reached out to catch the wine glass, drank it down, and said happily: "Okay, good swordsmanship, good kung fu!"

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

With the sound of the dragon's chant, the dim light of blood crossed several Zhang halls and went straight to Situ Xiao in the center.

Situ Xiao swung his sword back casually, the blood color of the blade suddenly changed on the way, Zhao Changhe's figure seemed to be moving in mid-air, he moved half a minute in a cool way, and then turned into a stab, piercing into Situ Xiao's chest.

Situ Xiao finally became serious, turned sideways to avoid the stab, and was also ecstatic: "Okay! Good swordsmanship! Good body technique!"

Good swordsmanship...

Many people watching were puzzled.Isn't Zhao Changhe a knife, or a very outrageous broad knife...

But that sudden thrust just now was indeed sword intent. Where did his sword technique come from, and it was also integrated into the saber technique?Is this kind of thing a rookie in the world can do?
"Tang Shui Lingbo from the Tang family..." Wang Zhaoling whispered to himself: "That sword technique can't recognize the path, most likely it was Tang Wanzhuang who helped him fuse it into the sword, and his relationship with Tang Wanzhuang..."

Cui Yuanyang pursed his mouth and sniffled.

"Scratch!" The swords in the field finally had their first clash, but it was not the fierce collision of heavy swords and broadswords as people imagined, but a sharp rubbing sound of wiping swords and sliding knives.

The two passed by each other, and at the moment of their separation, they slapped each other's chest and waist with their left hands, and then passed one hand cracklingly.

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

The two passed by each other, each looking back at each other.

Zhao Changhe rubbed Yutang's chest, feeling that he had lost.It doesn't hurt if the other side practices horizontally, but I just move the acupoints, and it still hurts, which is a loss.

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

Zhao Changhe: "Huh?"

"You're a fucking big man, you're playing with me! Do you still want to reach in and touch it?"

"...I don't know how to punch hard, I'm looking for it, can you teach me?"

Situ laughed dumbfoundingly: "You're really welcome."

After finishing speaking, he held the sword in both hands, bowed his body slightly, and stared at him with tiger eyes: "The fists and palms of this school are not too strong, but they are as powerful as iron. If Brother Zhao can make me gain something in this battle, I will send it to you." Brother Zhao has a set of fists and palms, so what's the problem?"

Zhao Changhe stood with his sword horizontally, his footsteps were slightly wrong, and he roared towards the sky: "In contrast, what Zhao wants to see is this epee without a front, how clever it is."

Wang Zhaoling: "..."

Is this the desired Langya Lunjian?
On the face of it, yes, yes.

But why doesn't it taste right...

Before this sword affair, he, Wang Zhaoling, seemed to have become a passerby, no one cared about him anymore.

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