Heirs of the Seven Swords of the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 1269 Proceed as planned

"No! Why can't your head just spin in circles!" Pao Ding looked at Tian Ming who didn't know why, with a look of hatred on his face.

"What...what happened?" When Chef Ding said this, Tianming didn't understand the situation even more.

"Alas..." Chef Ding touched his forehead helplessly, then regained his energy, put his head close to Tianming, and asked Tianming with a smile, "Let me ask you, am I strong?"

After thinking about the residue on the ground, Tianming nodded sincerely.

"Isn't the sword skill just now very cool?"

Tianming hesitated and nodded again.

"Then do you want to become your disciple and learn sword skills from me?" Pao Ding Tu suddenly revealed his true purpose.

This is also the compensation plan he came up with.

Right, I haven't tested the second special talent for you, so I'll teach you my own martial arts skills.

This is our chef's unique technique, which has always been passed down by a single line. I will teach you this as an exception, so I am not treating you badly!
  "If I hadn't seen that you were indeed talented, a giant, and chivalrous, I wouldn't have made an exception and taught you this ancestral sword technique that is unique in the world. How about it? Isn't it exciting?"

The idea of ​​​​Pao Ding is beautiful, but the reality is often much crueler than imagined.

Tianming touched his chin, then shook his head without hesitation.

"You know...what! You don't want to!?" Cook Ding thought it was a matter of pinching, but he got a rejection.

This made him shocked at first, and then his face twisted, "Why did you refuse!? Don't you also admit that I am very powerful and my sword skills are also very powerful!?"

Tianming was very calm when faced with the excited fat man weighing more than 200 pounds. He spread his hands and replied innocently:
  "It's very powerful, but... I don't like to peel pears when I eat them. I usually just gnaw them directly."

"You...you...you..." Cook Ding choked up at this answer and almost breathed his last. He covered his heart with one hand and pointed at the sky with the other. His eyes protruded and he stumbled back for two steps and yelled, "Do you think Is this knife technique just for cutting pears!?”

"Uh..." Tian Ming shook his head hesitantly, but responded, "Apples, peaches and the like should be fine, but... I eat these directly with the skin on."

"You...can you only think about food?" Pao Ding leaned in front of Tianming's face with a ferocious expression, and asked in a resentful tone, "This swordsmanship is very powerful!"

"Otherwise?" Tianming scratched his head, sneered and shrank back.

"This is martial arts, martial arts! Don't you want to learn advanced martial arts!?" Pao Ding almost collapsed. After taking another half step, he still shouted in Tianming's face.

"But this is swordsmanship!" Tian Ming felt that there was something wrong with Cook Ding's mind, so he explained seriously, "I am the one who wants to inherit the mantle of the Sword Saint, uncle. Of course I use a sword, and I must learn swordsmanship. .”

After finishing speaking, Tian Ming glanced at the sharp-edged kitchen knife inserted into the back of his waist by the cook Ding with disdain.

"It's completely useless for me to learn knife skills, and... there is no hero in this world whose weapon is a kitchen knife used by cooks!"

These words completely angered the Cook Ding. He resisted the desire to take out a knife and give this brat a try. He reached out and grabbed his shoulders, shook him wildly and asked, "You look down on people who use knives!? You also look down on cooks!?"

"No, there is!" Tian Ming said, unable to speak clearly, and replied with trembling words, "I just feel that it's not suitable!"

"Hmph! You clearly look down on people who use swords!" But Cook Ding didn't believe his nonsense and was still annoyed.

Tian Ming felt that he was in danger now, so he quickly used his identity to try to stop Cook Ding from retaliating, "I, I, am yours, don't mess around. ~Ah!"

This sentence may really be useful. Cook Ding did let go of Tianming's hand and took half a step back, with a sullen face, neither speaking nor making any movement.

Tianming, who finally broke free from the restraints, immediately jumped back and distanced himself. He carefully guarded Cook Ding and felt relieved when he saw that he did not move again.

"call……"

"Are you...are you okay?" Tianming asked tentatively, but did not receive any response.

Cook Ding seemed to be petrified, standing there motionless, as if his computer had completely shut down.

Tianming couldn't help but feel a headache after watching it.

My danger has been eliminated, but the fat man's problem has cropped up again...

Why are you so unlucky!
  Tian Ming lamented in his heart that he had been unlucky these past few days and everything was not going his way.

He walked over, pushed the chef, and shouted helplessly with his eyes downcast, "What's wrong with you? Please give me some reaction!"

"Hey! Wake up and say something!"

Chef Ding rolled his eyes downwards, glanced at Tianming, then turned around at the speed of light and rushed to a big tree. He lay down and cried bitterly:

"Wow ah ah ah!!!"

After the middle-aged man's deep voice turned into a hoarse cry, it was quite 'deafening', and of course the most important thing was that it was jarring to the ears.

Tianming looked at the more than 200-pound child who was grabbing the tree with his head, slapping the trunk with both arms, and burying his head in 'crying'. Veins were pulsing on his forehead, and his head hurt even more.

Even with his eyesight, he could tell that this fat man who only made thunder but no rain was playing him.

But he couldn't ignore the other party.

After all, he is also a rich man in the Mo family and the boss of the cooks. He cannot just let him act like a monster in front of the Little Saint's Manor and embarrass himself.

"Okay, please stop crying now." Tianming forced a smile, raised his hand and patted Cook Ding's lower back, trying to persuade him with nice words.

Unfortunately, Chef Ding just put one hand behind his back and pulled Tianming's hand away without any intention of stopping.

"Ah..." Tianming sighed, scratched his head helplessly, and finally chose to give in, "Okay, okay, why don't I learn sword skills from you?"

There's no way around it, he's just a soft-spoken person.

If Pao Dingfei forced him to learn sword skills, there was no way he would agree to it, just like the six commanders who tried to instill knowledge into Tianming before.

But now that the other party was treating Tianming in such a hurt manner, he had no choice.

"Really?" Cook Ding turned around faster than when he was lying down crying before, staring at Tianming with burning eyes. There was clearly no water stain on his face.

When Tianming saw this, he showed a true expression, but he did not regret it. He nodded with drooping eyes, "Really!"

"Hehehe..." Chef Ding immediately smiled again and shook his head and said, "Don't go back on your word!"

"Oh..." Tian Ming nodded weakly.

"Don't be lazy!"

"Uh..." Tianming hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

"Hahaha! That's great!" Chef Ding received the reply and immediately pinched his waist and laughed, feeling very proud.

Master Ben and the others all said that this kid was difficult to handle. Wasn't it easy for him to handle him? Hum hum……

After Cook Ding felt complacent for a while, he couldn't wait to urge, "It's not too late, let's start now."

"Ah? Now?" Tianming was stunned.

Now that the sun is about to set, there isn't much time left. Are you in such a hurry?

But Cook Ding didn't care about that, it was more important to put this matter into effect first, so he directly grabbed Tian Ming's neck and pulled him aside.

Tianming could only struggle feebly, "Oh...don't pull me, don't pull me!"

………………

The gradually setting sun shone on Yan Lu and Zhang Liang from the side.

The two senior brothers walked on the road in silence as when they came, and the atmosphere seemed a bit stiff.

At this time, Yan Lu had already met and chatted with Gao Jianli and Xue Nu. He also knew why his junior brother deliberately let him see the flaws and asked him to ask him the whole story.

To put it simply, I hope he can help.

To put it more complicatedly, Zhang Liang needed Yan Lu to execute a plan for him, a plan to set a trap for the stubborn and tough uncle of the three brothers.

It has to be said that Zhang Liang only dared to think of committing such a suicide act.

Although Xunzi would not criticize them too harshly even if the matter was exposed, but without mentioning his old man, it would be difficult just to go through the test of Fu Nian.

What's more, trying to fool Xunzi sounds very unreliable, and the chance of success seems very slim.

With Yan Lu's character, it was impossible for him to take care of this kind of thing that was just asking for trouble and had nothing to do with the safety of Little Sage Village.

What Zhang Liang has planned, or what difficulties the Mo family has, have nothing to do with him.

But they gave him a reason why he couldn't refuse - to save people, and he wasn't a gangster, but an ordinary boy.

Of course, there is doubt as to whether it is ordinary or not, but to Yan Lu this is not important, the key is to save people's lives.

According to what Gao Jianli and Xue Nu told him, that boy had a physical problem because he was plotted against by the Yin Yang family when he was a child. It was very dangerous, fatal, and difficult to treat.

They had already sought help from Jinghu Medical Immortal and Taoist sect leader Xiaoyaozi before, but could not find a solution, so now they turned to the Confucian senior Xunzi.

Yan Lu knew that his uncle's medical skills were outstanding, but they were not necessarily better than the world-famous Jinghu Medical Immortal, so it was still unknown whether he could save people.

But when it comes to seeking medical advice, that's it, especially for patients with difficult and complicated diseases, they just go to one doctor after another.

There is a certain order of learning, and there are specialties in medicine. Even if you are a world-famous miracle doctor, it does not mean that you are good at all diseases.

The illness that Jinghu Medical Immortal and the Renzong leader couldn't deal with might just be solved by his uncle.

It was about a young man's life. After all, Yan Lu couldn't sit idly by and ignore it, not to mention that he had seen the child before, so he finally reluctantly agreed to the matter.

Of course, this was also because Yan Lu believed that the success rate of Zhang Liang's plan was high enough before he agreed.

However, there are still some doubts.

"Zifang, why are you helping to treat that young man... Ziming?" Yan Lu looked sideways at Zhang Liang and asked in a deep voice.

In Yan Lu's view, Zhang Liang is not a bad person, but he definitely doesn't have much sympathy.

In troubled times and crises, the wiser you are, the harder it is to be kind. After all... the sea of ​​suffering is boundless.

Zhang Liang put one hand behind his back, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and asked without answering, "Second Senior Brother should be able to think of this answer, right?"

"In order to get closer to the Mo family..." Yan Lu nodded slightly and murmured softly, indeed he had a guess, "So... Ziming is very important to the Mo family?"

Yan Lu, a reckless young man, had heard of and actually encountered him. He was a child with outstanding flaws and advantages.

But... he still looks like an ordinary boy. Is it possible that he is related to the top brass of the Mo family?
  In a sense, Yan Lu's guess is not wrong, but it is not comprehensive.

However, Zhang Liang's answer was very surprising. He pondered for a moment and then said, "It is indeed important, but... maybe it is not just important to the Moh family."

"Huh?" Yan Lu gave a confused snort.

Zhang Liang just smiled and said nothing.

Yan Lu didn't ask further questions when he saw this - this kind of reaction meant that his good junior brother was unwilling to talk, or that he didn't know enough.

Then he turned to ask, "Then why don't you do it yourself, Zifang, instead of going around in a circle and dragging me in to do it?"

Zhang Liang's plan only needs someone who can talk to Xunzi to be responsible for its execution. Yan Lu can do it, and so can he himself.

Regarding this question, Zhang Liang showed an impolite smile, "It's best if this plan seems to have nothing to do with me. After all, Uncle Xun is too smart. If I personally execute the plan, he will definitely notice something is wrong."

"...So you just dragged me in to be the scapegoat?" Yan Lu couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, but he also admitted that Zhang Liang was right.

When it comes to the Three Heroes of Qilu, Zhang Liang, who is ranked the youngest, is definitely the one with the best reputation, but those who are familiar with him know that this guy has the darkest heart and may unknowingly trick you at some point.

Even Xunzi suffered losses in this regard, so he was very wary of Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang did not defend himself against Yan Lu's accusation, but kept his somewhat wicked smile.

"Okay, okay, who made me lose control of my curiosity and get into your game." Yan Lu didn't mean to care. He waved his hand to turn the page, and then asked him the last question, "Ziming After all, you are a Confucian disciple now. As long as you tell your uncle, he will definitely be willing to take action, so why bother using such roundabout ways?"

Even if there is a problem with Ziming's identity, at least he is now a Confucian disciple. As long as Zhang Liang goes to see Xunzi and explains the situation, his uncle will definitely not sit idly by.

Using a game-playing method to lure him into action only increases risks. This is not like Zhang Liang's style.

"Haha, there is a problem with Ziming's identity after all. I don't want Xiaoshengxianzhuang to be too involved, and I don't want to involve Master Xun directly." Zhang Liang explained seemingly seriously, "In this way, how much You can clear up some of the relationship.”

"..." Yan Lu glanced at Zhang Liang and said nothing about this explanation. After a moment of silence, he said, "I hope it will be effective."

In fact, Yan Lu knew very well that these words were just excuses made by Zhang Liang, and they were not even taken seriously.

Zhang Liang could also see that his second senior brother didn't believe it, but he didn't care.

It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, the second senior brother has already agreed to join the game, so he won't give up halfway.

If only everything went according to plan.

(End of this chapter)