The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Chapter 23 Wei Lin is ambushed
"It's my wish, but I don't dare to ask for my ear."

As he was talking, Fang Xun also came and sat down on the ground opposite Linghu Chong, and a porcelain bowl appeared in front of him.

When not fighting in the arena, you can transform things at will, but after the fight begins, Fang Xun can only transform things he owns.

Linghu Chong laughed, picked up the wine jar, poured a bowl for Fang Xun, then filled it for himself, then picked up the wine bowl and said, "Please!"

Fang Xun also picked up the bowl, and they both gulped down the wine at the same time. After finishing the wine, his eyes lit up and he immediately praised.

"Good wine! This wine seems to be a 120-year-old Aboriginal wine that has been distilled and brewed three times.

It has something new in it, something old in it, without a trace of sourness, and it tastes even better after being chilled. Could it be the barrel collected by Dan Qingsheng at the West Lake Plum Manor?"

Linghu Chong laughed loudly upon hearing this and said, "I didn't expect Brother Fang is also into this!"

Fang Xun said modestly: "I just understand a little bit, that's all."

After he finished speaking, he immediately filled up the two wine bowls, and the two began to drink from each other while chatting, feeling as if a thousand cups of wine were not enough when meeting a close friend.

When the two of them were exchanging martial arts, Linghu Chong showed no reservations at all.

He first generously explained the three unique martial arts he had learned, namely "Star Absorbing Art", "Yi Jin Jing" and "Dugu Nine Swords", from the simplest to the most complex.

Then he began to analyze in detail all the sword moves he had seen.

Fang Xun was fascinated by what he heard.

After he absorbed and digested the martial arts insights of Mei Niansheng and Yue Buqun, he became a first-rate master in swordsmanship in "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer".

But he is still far behind Linghu Chong who achieved complete mastery of magical powers in the later period.

Linghu Chong took the initiative to teach his skills, which made Fang Xun feel both happy and emotional for a moment.

In his previous life, the character Linghu Chong had mixed reputations.

Those who disparage him call him a person with distorted values ​​and ungrateful, saying that he is just a gangster in disguise of a knight.

Those who praise him say that he is a man of his word, loyal and righteous, and willing to go through fire and water for his friends.

However, for Fang Xun, these were not within his consideration.

To be honest, Fang Xun really hopes that there will be more characters with the personality of Linghu Chong in the martial arts hall.

At least Linghu Chong would not be like Eunuch Yue, who was unwilling to exchange martial arts with him and occupied the position, so the next character could not appear unless he was defeated.

Before they knew it, three rounds of drinks had passed and both of them were a little tipsy.

Fang Xun suddenly slammed his wine bowl to the ground.

Linghu Chong, who was standing by, was surprised when he saw this and asked, "It's only been less than an hour and you're already tired of drinking, Brother Fang?"

Fang Xun smiled and shook his head: "Brother Linghu, you misunderstood. I just think that drinking alone is meaningless, and talking about swordsmanship is just paper talk. Why don't we have a competition?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp sword appeared in his hand.

"it is good!"

Upon seeing this, Linghu Chong immediately agreed and stood up at the same time as Fang Xun. The wine jars and bowls on the ground disappeared in an instant.

"Look at the sword!"

The long sword came out of the sheath with a clang, and Linghu Chong stabbed out casually.

The sword was crooked and in Fang Xun's opinion it was weak and totally disorganized.

But just as he was about to raise his sword to block, he was horrified to find that no matter how he blocked or which blocking move he used, it would not be appropriate.

He subconsciously swung out an eagle-style free-hand move with his left hand.

clang--

After a crisp sound, Linghu Chong's face turned pale with astonishment. He looked at the half-broken sword in his hand and didn't know what to say.

Fang Xun then came to his senses and smiled bitterly.

"I'm sorry, I really don't know how to block Brother Linghu's sword. Please don't blame me for my instinctive reaction."

He felt that if he blocked the sword directly, the opponent's subsequent moves would make him even more embarrassed.

Linghu Chong laughed, "I didn't expect Brother Fang's martial arts skills are not inferior to my swordsmanship at all. Don't mind it, we will do it again!"

After saying that, he stabbed out with the sword again, this time directly at Fang Xun's left rib. He was about to block it with the sword, but suddenly the sword's momentum changed again, and the target instantly became Fang Xun's throat.

Fang Xun gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to attack with his left hand, and swung his sword with his right hand to block.

With a crisp ding sound, the long sword in Linghu Chong's hand sank downwards, but suddenly turned on the way and stabbed towards Fang Xun's chest with lightning speed.

At the critical moment, Fang Xun hurriedly stepped on the ground with both feet and slid backwards quickly, stopping only after sliding several feet away.

"Hiss, Brother Linghu, your swordsmanship is too..."

After hearing this, Linghu Chong laughed at himself and said, "The sword is all I have. Without the sword, even the third-rate people in the martial arts world dare to bully me."

Fang Xun shook his head: "Brother Linghu, you are joking. Your strong internal energy is not for show."

In "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer", when Linghu Chong did not have a sword in his hand, his boxing and kicking skills were indeed very poor, but they were not comparable to those of a third-rate character.

First, he absorbed powerful internal energy through the "Star Absorbing Technique", and then it was purified through the "Yi Jin Jing", making his internal energy extremely strong.

Coupled with the sword skills that he had mastered the essence of "Nine Swords of Dugu", Fang Xun felt that he could defeat Ma Yu in his prime with a sword in his hand.

If Linghu Chong hadn't been so careless about cultivating his internal strength, the Xiantian realm wouldn't have been a problem for him at all.

Maybe after the end of "Swordsman", he and Ren Yingying will have a new breakthrough after living in seclusion for a few years, but the current Linghu Chong is just the state at the end of "Swordsman". At this time, Fang Xun shouted "Come again" and took the initiative to stab Linghu Chong with the sword in his hand.

Amidst the clanging sounds, swords flashed across each other.

When fighting, Fang Xun only used swordsmanship and limited his own strength.

Although Linghu Chong's internal strength is slightly better than Fang Xun's, Fang Xun's strong physique is enough to make up for or even surpass the gap, and his stick skills and fist skills are far superior to his own swordsmanship.

If he really unleashes all his strength, using the four stick techniques and four forms of free-hand fighting, it is still unclear who will win between him and Linghu Chong.

However, now the two sides are only fighting with swords, and Fang Xun also wants to practice "Nine Swords of Dugu", so he took the initiative to impose restrictions on himself.

But after only three moves, he felt extremely uncomfortable. Linghu Chong's sword was too unpredictable, and each sword was like a child's random stab.

Every time he thought he had no flaws, a random sword strike from the opponent would make him realize that he was actually full of flaws.

Fang Xun was finding it increasingly difficult to fight. In the first three moves he could barely parry the opponent's sword.

But starting from the fourth move, he couldn't even touch the shadow of the opponent's sword, and could only dodge with all his strength without retreating.

When the two sides fought for the ninth move, Fang Xun suddenly felt the tip of Linghu Chong's sword lightly touching his chest, causing a slight pain.

This decided the winner, and the two men immediately put away their swords and stood up.

Linghu Chong stood with his sword behind him and asked with a smile, "Brother Fang, do you want to continue?"

Fang Xun nodded immediately and said, "Of course, continue, but wait for me to have breakfast first."

"Okay! We'll wait for Brother Fang to go and come back quickly!"

After his mind left the martial arts hall, Fang Xun looked up at the sky. It was already bright.

He went out in a hurry, bought five big meat buns outside and ate them in a few bites, then returned home to continue drinking, sword fighting, and exchanging martial arts with Linghu Chong.

For the next five days, apart from eating, meditating and practicing martial arts, he spent all his time in the martial arts hall, exchanging sword skills with Linghu Chong.

The two of them played and drank for a while, and Fang Xun was also making rapid progress.

His physique and comprehension were not bad to begin with, and now he had absorbed the essence of five martial arts characters.

If he were to be thrown into the martial arts world, even Sanshiliu would rush to accept this good talent and cultivate him as the seed of the true successor.

While being beaten one-sidedly by Linghu Chong, he was also trying hard to comprehend the essence of "Nine Swords of Dugu", madly absorbing all nutrients like a shriveled seed.

In the last competition on the first day, Linghu Chong did not let up and Fang Xun was able to hold out for twenty moves.

By the next day, Fang Xun had lasted forty moves.

On the third day he was defeated in sixty-three moves, and on the fourth day he was defeated in eighty-five moves.

At noon on the fifth day, the martial arts arena was filled with the sound of swords flying everywhere, and the sound of clanging was endless.

This time, Fang Xun and Linghu Chong had exchanged more than a hundred moves but there was still no winner.

While they were fighting fiercely, there was a sudden knock on the door outside, which made Fang Xun distracted. Linghu Chong did not take the opportunity to draw his sword when he saw it, but just put away his sword and stepped back and stood still.

Fang Xun quickly came to his senses and said apologetically, "I'm really sorry, I have some trivial matters to take care of."

"Brother Fang, please do as you please. No need to be so polite."

After apologizing again, Fang Xun's mind left the martial arts hall, walked to the door and opened it, then he saw Yan Ming and several constables standing outside in casual clothes.

Yan Ming was startled when he saw Fang Xun still in his training short-sleeved outfit, and spoke with his mouth wide open.

"Brother Xun, have you been practicing martial arts for the past five days?!"

Fang Xun shook his head: "Fortunately you didn't forget to call me, otherwise I would have missed Xiao Ding's grand opening. Wait for me first."

After saying that, he went back to the house, changed into a long gown and casual clothes, and set off for the dock with Yan Ming and others.

When he went out, Fang Xun's mind was in a state of confusion.

"My master has been gone for six days. I don't know how he is doing now. I hope he has a safe journey."

But Wei Lin, who was being thought of by him at this moment, felt very bad, extremely bad.

More than 300 miles away from Sanshui County, there is a tea stall beside the official road.

This place is in the middle of nowhere and there is no shop nearby, making it a perfect place for home travel and murder and arson.

The yellow fallen leaves on the ground were constantly blown up by the bleak autumn wind.

At the same time, fatigue surged over Wei Lin's mind like a tide, and his whole body felt weak and numb, and he couldn't muster any strength.

He could only use his hands to support himself on the table to prevent himself from falling. Looking at the empty teacup on the table with only a few water stains on it, he felt extremely regretful.

'I regret not listening to Brother Xun'er's advice!'

He turned his head with difficulty and looked at Yue Shan who was smiling beside him. He could never have imagined that his good friend would actually put drugs in the tea!
Otherwise, how could he have fallen for it so easily?

What Xun Ge'er said was indeed right, this guy didn't even consider himself a friend!

But even though he felt extremely regretful, he now found it extremely difficult to even speak, let alone resist.

"Why."

Wei Lin barely managed to utter three words before his eyelids, which were throbbing madly, could no longer hold up.

His hands slid down and his body fell onto the table, and he fell into a baby-like sleep.

(End of this chapter)