Martial arts: start from copying the root bone

Chapter 31 0031 Little Heizi

New Year's Day.

Goose feathers and heavy snow are flying.

However, the atmosphere in the inner city is extremely lively, and the streets are full of residents rushing through the door with gifts.

As the most powerful family in Fengcheng, the Wang family has an endless stream of visiting guests.

Lu Changfeng put on a coir raincoat to block the snowflakes, and led a horse to leave the palace.

First, I went to the incense and candle shop to buy some paper money incense sticks.

Then they rushed all the way to the outer city tomb hill.

Came to Zhang Desheng's tomb.

Lu Changfeng accidentally found an acquaintance.

The former big brother Sima Ming.

Sima Ming, with a broken arm, fell asleep in front of Zhang Desheng's tomb.

There are also a few jugs scattered around.

On the day of Zhang Desheng's funeral, Sima Ming did not show up either, perhaps because he felt that he had no face to see his master off with his broken arm.

Lu Changfeng shook his head slightly, offered incense to Zhang Desheng, and burned some paper money.

After hesitating for a while, Lu Changfeng took out a pack of silkworm meat and stuffed it into Sima Ming's arms.

Immediately, Lu Changfeng turned around and mounted his horse to leave.

Arrived at the agreed restaurant.

Chunzhu has already prepared the silkworm meat.

Lu Changfeng briefly talked about the matter of going to Los Angeles, and the two inevitably had a lingering time in the restaurant.

Afterwards, Chunzhu was still a little disappointed.

Because Lu Changfeng had no plans to have children with her.

"Don't think too much, the current us are not suitable for having offspring."

"When you calm down in the future, it will be no problem to have a group."

After appeasing Chunzhu, Lu Changfeng returned to the palace, and waited quietly while practicing [Fengtian Body Training Saber Technique].

Early in the morning of the third day of junior high school.

Lu Changfeng appeared in front of the gate of the palace as scheduled.

At this time, Lu Changfeng was more than two meters long and had three weapons behind him.

A pig iron long knife weighing two hundred catties.

A fine iron long knife.

There is also a long sword of autumn water, a treasure.

Lao Luo followed.

Looking at the weapon on Lu Changfeng's back, he was amazed, but there was no inappropriate question.

The last ones to arrive were sister and brother Wang Yue.

The young man following Wang Yue is Wang Yue's younger brother Wang Shao.

Lu Changfeng glanced at Wang Shao's root talent.

Name: Wang Shao

Root bone: middle class B
Talent: Mid-tier talent [Swordsmanship].

Middle-grade talent in swordsmanship does have some talent in swordsmanship.

What Wang Yue said was true.

If he could join Xuanyuan Sword Sect, he might become an outstanding swordsman in the future.

"Then let's go!"

"This trip depends entirely on the two guardians!"

"It's easy to say!" Lao Luo waved his hand.

Four people and four horses walk together.

This is the first time Lu Changfeng has left Fengcheng.

The heavy snow has stopped, and the sun is warm in winter. It is a special flavor to ride a horse.

Go along the stone path.

You can still see a lot of homeless people along the way.

These vagrants had escaped from the three prefectures farther to the west.

It was more chaotic over there than Qingshan Mansion, and Qingshan Mansion formed a three-legged confrontation at any rate.

And the land of the three prefectures in the west is still fighting in chaos. The sect forces and martial arts families will appear on the stage after you sing, and it is a chaotic scene.

Their goal is the depths of Yunyang Mansion, or go north to Gyeonggi, and some people build houses nearby to build villages and seek stability.
The four of them stopped for a rest until noon.

Then he continued on his way until the evening, and arrived at a predetermined small town to rest.

There was no trouble along the way.

The figures of the four looked like powerful warriors.

Especially Lu Changfeng and Lao Luo who are more than two meters tall.

How can there be bandits who don't have eyesight come to make trouble.

The town inn was speechless overnight.

The next day, he hurried on the road as usual, and at dusk, he had already arrived in Los Angeles.

The mountain gate of Xuanyuan Sword Sect is located on a mountain peak thirty miles north of Luocheng.

The four of them decided to rest in Los Angeles for the night, and then go to the Xuanyuan Sword Sect Mountain Gate tomorrow morning.

Luocheng is not divided into inner and outer cities like Fengcheng. As the headquarters of Qianjianjianzong and Xuanyuanjianzong, Luocheng is much more prosperous than Fengcheng.

The scope of the inner city has been expanded again and again, and it has been able to accommodate millions of people so far.

Luocheng is far away from the war in Qingshan Mansion. Although the people here know that the situation in Song Dynasty is very chaotic, but under the protection of Xuanyuan Sword Sect, they don't feel the atmosphere of troubled times.

With such an atmosphere, Lu Changfeng felt that if Yunyang Mansion was really in chaos.

Xuanyuan Sword Sect could immediately control the rebellion in Luocheng, and the people of Luocheng would support him one after another.

The next morning.

The four of them dressed up and rode their horses to a place thirty miles north of Luocheng.

When you come to the foot of the mountain, you can clearly see a huge stone-carved long sword standing on the mountain.

Wang Shao's breathing became rapid, obviously extremely excited.

"Let's go!"

The four of them went up the winding steps.

Halfway through the journey, you will see a reception pavilion.

In the guest pavilion, several disciples of Xuanyuan Sword Sect were discussing swordsmanship.

Lu Changfeng took a few glances, and found that the disciples of Xuanyuan Sword Sect's welcoming disciples were all B-class, and one of them was even below A-class, with a low-grade swordsmanship talent.

Seeing Lu Changfeng and his party, a disciple came up to meet them.

"Guests, what are you doing here?"

Wang Yue cupped her hands and said, "I came to Xuanyuan Sword Sect because of my younger brother."

Wang Yue pointed to Wang Shao and said, "My younger brother is quite talented in swordsmanship and wants to join the noble sect."

"We come from the royal family of Fengcheng."

The welcoming disciple is a discerning person, even without Wang Yue's last words, he can see that the background of the person escorted by Yijinjing is not simple.

People with identity background can naturally treat them differently.

So he said: "Originally, my Xuanyuan Sword Sect would recruit a group of disciples every spring, but now the registration time has not yet come."

"However, I see that you have come from afar and are quite sincere, so I will recommend it for you. Whether it will succeed or not is not up to me."

Wang Yueyi said, "Thank you, little brother!"

"You're welcome."

After greeting the guest disciples and colleagues, they led Lu Changfeng and the four of them up the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, the majestic architecture of Xuanyuan Sword Sect came into view, and the ancient atmosphere of the thousand-year-old sect spread.

Xuanyuan Sword Sect's comprehensive strength can be ranked among the top ten sects in the Song Dynasty.

Lu Changfeng noticed that Lao Luo's eyes beside him were slightly moist, obviously feeling emotional.

The welcoming disciple brought Wang Yue and the others into the waiting room.

Not long after, a Xuanyuan Sword Sect deacon in his early forties stepped out.

Lu Changfeng glanced at him. This person is the root of the first class, with low-level swordsmanship talent.

This deacon is also a cultivation base of Yijinjing.

"Fengcheng Wang's family, right? Who wants to join my Xuanyuan Sword Sect?" The deacon was rather domineering.

Wang Yue didn't dare to lose her temper when she asked for help from others, and just as she was about to speak, Wang Shao stood up first.

"Senior! I am the one who wants to join Xuanyuan Sword Sect!"

The deacon looked at Wang Shao and said, "Come here."

Wang Shao stepped forward, the deacon touched Wang Shao's bones up and down, frowned and said: "You think my Xuanyuan Sword Sect collects tatters?"

As soon as these words came out, Wang Shao's complexion changed drastically, and Wang Yue's complexion was also embarrassing.

Wang Yue still took a deep breath and said, "Senior, isn't Xuanyuan Sword Sect's talent for swordsmanship important?"

"Hmph, the talent of swordsmanship is indescribable and cannot be tested. Who knows if he really has talent for swordsmanship, but his roots are not very good, but it can be seen."

"Let's go, I really want to join the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, just wait until the beginning of spring to participate in my Sword Sect Introductory Ceremony, and if you pass the test, you can naturally join my Xuanyuan Sword Sect."

The deacon turned to leave.

At this time, a voice came: "Little Heizi, who taught you to be so domineering?"

(End of this chapter)