Son-in-law of Chenglong

Chapter 17

Wang Chong also found it very strange that Zhu Ying taught sword formulas and sword qi techniques from shallow to deep, step by step. Why did he learn the sword style, so he wished that he would learn it one day, and he didn't dare to ask, so he studied hard.

Zhu Ying pointed out two or three times, Xiao Chong relied on his excellent memory, although the strength of his strikes was still far from changing, the posture of his sword moves was not bad, and he practiced the Yin-Yang 64-way Yang sword style well.

Zhu Ying breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "Remember well, first memorize all the sword moves in your heart, it doesn't matter if you can't practice for a while, if there is anything you don't know, come to me these few days and ask."

Xiaochong nodded, not knowing why.

Zhu Ying recounted the Yuanyuan Sword Art from the beginning to the end, and passed on all he knew until the moon was in the sky, feeling that there was nothing to say, so the two went back to the academy hand in hand.

At this time, the gate of the academy had been closed long ago, and the two of them climbed over the wall together, Zhu Ying was vigorous, but Xiao Chong was a little clumsy, rubbing some dirt on his face when he climbed over the wall.

Zhu Ying stretched out her hand to brush off the dust for him, and couldn't help but stroked it lightly.

Xiao Chong was very embarrassed and said, "Why is Brother Zhu so frivolous?"

Zhu Ying blushed and said, "If you are not convinced, you can touch me too."

Xiao Chong shook his head and said, "This matter is very disgraceful. You and I are both scholars, how can we touch each other?"

Zhu Ying's face was extremely red, she snorted, and said in her heart: "I will remember this sentence, let's see if you can touch it in the future."

The two went back to the warehouse and fell asleep separately.

After that, for more than ten consecutive days, the two studied during the day, and went to the back mountain to practice Yuanyuan Jianjue together at night.

Zhu Ying worked tirelessly, dismantling the yin and yang sword styles with Wang Chong one by one, and instructing him on how to deal with the enemy's changes.

After more than ten days of hard training, although he lacked cultivation, his true qi and mana were weak, and his sword had no power, but under Zhu Ying's teaching, Xiao Chong's moves improved extremely fast.

Zhu Yingmu's sword circled around and performed a move called Hanyue Style.

Xiao Chong's wrist was weak, unable to keep up with his changes, the wooden sword in his hand flew away, feeling very annoyed.

Zhu Ying put away the sword, took a vacant shot, grabbed back the twisted wooden sword, handed it to Wang Chong, and said with a smile: "Don't be annoyed, you don't have real energy, and you don't have enough strength, I twisted the sword in your hand , It is a matter of course. These days, you have made great progress, with a sword in hand, it is not a problem to beat two or three ordinary strong men."

Xiao Chong said in his heart, "I'm afraid that the people I meet in the future will not be ordinary people." He still remembers the white-bearded grandfather who took him away, and he can't forget the Taoist who drove the flying corpse on the way to the academy. , not to mention Lao Yao and Master Xiao Nan.

How can these people be resisted by bugs?

He was also slightly aware that something might be wrong with Zhu Ying, but Wang Chong followed the family precepts and was a gentleman, so he was not good at asking people's private affairs, so he could only keep such worries in his heart.

Zhu Ying put away the wooden sword, and said in her heart: "Second brother gave me a half-month deadline, and the time is almost up."

"I've already taught Wang Chong everything I know and learned. I don't know how he will be in the future. Can he develop a whole body of skills based on this, so that he can come to find me?"

Wang Chong put the wooden sword in the black wind bag, and was about to go down the mountain with Zhu Ying, when he heard the roar of a tiger, a gust of black wind rose in the air.

The two held hands together, hid under a big tree, and then looked up.

A cloud of black wind floated in mid-air, a monster with black hair and bones exposed, spouting black smoke, chirping and laughing slyly, and kept attacking the black wind.

Xiao Chong saw the familiarity of this monster, he couldn't help being startled, and thought: "It turns out that the old man who lost his copper ring was driving the flying thing."

"His monster is here, but where is he?"

Zhu Ying came from an extraordinary background and recognized the fighting skills of the two, so she couldn't help but secretly shouted: "Isn't the second brother's good friend Lu Xuansheng who controls the black wind? How did he fight with the people of the Heavenly Corpse Sect? The man who controls Feitian Yasha has strong magic power. Which elder of the Heavenly Corpse Sect?"

"Where's my second brother?"

Zhu Ying knew that her magic power was not enough, so she didn't dare to rush to help.

Xiao Chong said in a low voice: "On the way to the academy, I saw that monster. It was owned by a short, middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a black Taoist robe. The Taoist even asked me how to get to Xiaohan Mountain."

Zhu Ying was horrified, and thought to herself: "Short in stature, he likes to wear black Taoist robes, he should be Sun Yougui, the fourth elder of the Heavenly Corpse Sect. This person has practiced Taoism for more than two hundred years, but his talent is enlightened, and his mana is probably still in Taoism for longer. Above Old Demon Luo."

"Although Lu Xuansheng obtained the true inheritance of Heifengguan, he was born as a horse, and his skill is not as good as Luo Laoyao."

"Sun Yougui only let a flying yaksha fight, and Lu Xuansheng was already at his wits' end and was not far from losing. If the fourth elder of the Celestial Corpse Sect went all out, this friend of the second brother might be invincible. gone."

Xiao Chong was about to pull Zhu Ying to leave here quickly, someone was fighting in the sky, how can a big tree cover it?

A gentleman does not stand under a wall of danger!

It has been a teaching since ancient times.

Suddenly, someone next to my ear sneered twice, and said: "So it's you, kid, and it's fate to meet you even in this barren mountain."

Zhu Ying and Wang Chong turned their heads together, and there was a short Taoist man in a black Taoist robe standing under a big tree not far away.

Zhu Ying hurriedly stood up and protected Wang Chong.

But Wang Chong cupped his hands and said, "It turns out to be senior."

"The last time Daozuo met, the senior left something behind, but the boy picked it up and had nowhere to return it. See you today by fate, and I should return it to Zhao."

Wang Chong took out the copper ring and offered it with both hands.

Although he picked up this object and played with it for a long time, he never regarded it as his own. When he saw the original owner, his first thought was to return the original object.

Sun Yougui glanced at it, sneered, and said, "It's not mine."

Xiao Chong said: "After the senior left, this thing fell on the ground, how could it not belong to the senior?"

Sun Yougui sneered again and again, and said: "The name of the ten ghosts of Xishan violated my taboo, and my attitude was not very respectful. I asked Feitian Yasha to kill them. I don't know who used it as a magic weapon to smash Feitian Yaksha, embedded in that thing's body."

"My old man doesn't like this kind of thing, so you can keep it for fun."

Xiao Chong followed suit and put it away.

His father once taught that if you want to win people's favor, if you give your best, you will probably end up with no good results. Instead, you should ask for help.

The little Taoist in black robe asked Wang Chong to keep this copper ring, which was a gesture of friendship, and if he refused firmly, it would be displeasing to others.

Xiao Chong was afraid that the little Taoist would get angry and kill himself and Zhu Ying, so he behaved extraordinarily obediently.

Zhu Ying didn't expect that Wang Chong's response was very appropriate. He just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard a sharp shout, and a cloud of white mist flew down out of thin air.

A young man in white clenched his fist, atomized the eight dragons, and roared towards them.

(End of this chapter)