Too Reckless

The night rain continued.

During the day, the beasts were rampant, and several houses on the river bank collapsed, and the houses that were not damaged did not dare to live in them, resulting in darkness among the ruins.

Holding his sword, Zuo Lingquan silently walked through the alleyway, came to the side of the street where the beasts were raging during the day, and glanced behind the corner of the courtyard wall.

The corpses of the fierce beast and Yu Kuai have been transported away, and there are a lot of friction marks and a little sticky beast blood on the ground.

A tall figure dressed in black, holding a black oil-paper umbrella, stood beside the blood of the beast, using the dim light in the distance, lowered his head and looked carefully.

Zuo Lingquan observed from the dark side, and it could be seen that the man was wearing a black military uniform with wrist guards, and the fabric was of high quality. The pattern, the sword spikes are embellished with gold and jade, the shape is quite exquisite, and it looks very valuable.

A rich man who came to explore in the middle of the night?

Zuo Lingquan relaxed his vigilance a little, squinting to observe carefully, trying to find out the truth of the other party.

The light is too dark to see his face, but with the outline of his body, he can see that this person is thin, his legs are slender and tight, and his legs are good; Flexible; further up to the chest…

What a strong chest!

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Zuo Lingquan was stunned for a moment, then looked down at himself. He started to practice martial arts when he was three years old. After more than ten years, he has not trained his muscles to this level. What kind of kung fu is this pectoral muscle?

Broken boulders in the chest?

When Zuo Lingquan was thinking about it, he didn't pay attention to the movement of lowering his head, and brought up the slight rubbing sound of the fabric of the clothes.

Although the sound is small, it can be ignored in the rainy night.

But there has just been a violent beast here, and the men in black on the street have always maintained 100% vigilance.

At this moment, a 'choking' sword sound rang out in the rain curtain, and the sword light erupted from the rainy night, pointing directly at the corner of the courtyard wall where Zuo Lingquan was standing.

When Zuo Lingquan made a move, he knew something was wrong, he quickly showed his figure, stepped back two steps and said:

"Wait, don't be impulsive."

Hearing a human voice, the man in black paused cautiously, pointed his sword to Zuo Lingquan, took a look at the dim firelight, and said:

"Who are you?"

The voice was deliberately heavy and low, but it still sounded a bit girly.

Zuo Lingquan heard this voice and understood that the other party was a woman, no wonder her chest muscles were so developed...

He hung the saber on his waist, raised his hand to indicate that he was not malicious, and then stepped forward and said:

"I was drinking nearby, and saw someone here, so I came over to check the situation. During the daytime, there are beasts here, um... Why does Xiongtai come here alone at night?"

The woman in black stood in the backlight, and saw Zuo Lingquan's clothes and appearance - he was handsome, well-dressed, and spoke in a friendly manner. He didn't look like a villain. Seeing this, she also returned her sword to its sheath, and responded casually:

"I heard about what happened during the day. Come and have a look. Xiongtai was shocked. Please come back."

This means not wanting to communicate.

It was only Zuo Lingquan who saw the movement of the woman's sword drawing, which was similar to Cui Shanying's sword in the daytime.

Zuo Lingquan's martial arts are very good, but to put it bluntly, it's just a fist-and-kick style, which is very different from cultivation. Although his family is superior, he has never been able to enter through the door. At this time, when he meets a practitioner, he naturally has to talk a few words.

"It's fine at night, so don't rush back. The sword of Xiongtai just now is really beautiful. Could it be someone from Xihuanggu?"

The black-clothed woman didn't want to reveal her identity. Seeing Zuo Lingquan didn't leave, she came to talk to her, so she couldn't forcefully drive him away, so she had to respond lukewarmly:

"Um."

Zuo Lingquan chuckled lightly. It was raining heavily in the sky, and he didn't even get close to him. He stood under the eaves and said warmly:

"It's a coincidence, I'm also going to go to Xihuang Valley to apprentice and learn art. In the future, maybe I'll have to call Xiongtai a brother. Dare to ask Xiongtai your surname?"

When the black-clothed woman heard this, she seemed a little puzzled, and looked at Zuo Lingquan up and down:

"Your surname is Long. How old are you this year?"

There were no lights and no fire, and there were umbrellas to cover, Zuo Lingquan couldn't see the face on the opposite side, so he stopped looking at it, turned to look at the fishing fire on the river, and replied:

"Seventeen."

"Seventeen?"

The black-clothed woman hesitated for a while, as if she was mulling her words, and finally said:

"Cultivation Dao is extensive and profound, although everyone can try it, but very few people can get started. Whether men or women, if you want to become a Cultivation Dao, you have to start diligently and practice hard at the age of six. The door. You...you don't look like a poor person, why are you here now?"

Zuo Lingquan was silent for a while, then sighed:

"Not everyone can try it. When I was three years old, my family asked someone from Xihuang Valley to feel my bones. They said that I was born with blocked meridians and couldn't practice, otherwise I would have come a long time ago."

The black-clothed woman was obviously a little surprised, even more unexpected than hearing that Zuo Lingquan came to study art at the age of seventeen.

Although the practice of one path is unfathomable and very few have achieved success, the threshold is not high. Even a wild dog on the side of the road, by chance, touches the door, and can achieve a positive result, not to mention people.

This is the same as archery with a bow. No matter whether the shot is accurate or not, as long as you are willing to study hard and practice hard, no matter how stupid you are, you can pick up a bow, unless you are born disabled.

The woman in black read to this point and asked:

"Are you born a waste?"

"…"

This sentence is not ordinary.

Zuo Lingquan blinked, not knowing how to respond.

The black-clothed woman also found this description impolite, and immediately added:

"In Xihuang Valley, this is how they describe the disciples who don't practice hard and don't open their minds. Don't blame me. Well...the meridians are not connected by birth, although it is rare, but you don't have to feel sorry for yourself. You can also be proud of your ancestors when you study and get famous. Get a job done.”

Zuo Lingquan patted the sword on his waist: "The world is so big, knowing that there are masters in the world, how can you be a frog at the bottom of a well for a lifetime."

The woman in black doesn't like this very much: "People can't be so lofty, and cultivation is meaningless. You really won't think that way when you arrive at Xihuang Valley. But you are born with no access to meridians, and you can't go there. Listen to my advice. There are not a few people who have made great achievements in Wencheng, you are still young, go back to study honestly."

Zuo Lingquan naturally shook his head:

"You may not practice, but how can you give up martial arts. I started practicing martial arts when I was three years old, and I used a thousand swords a day. In the fourteen years since then, I have made no less than five million swords. There are very few people who can beat me in the world."

The black-clothed woman frowned when she heard these ignorant words:

"Little brother, don't be too crazy. There are many practitioners who have entered the door in the rivers and lakes. You are born with blocked meridians, and no matter how hard you work, you will be at the top of the horns. At most, you should practice brute force. When the manpower will eventually be exhausted, how can it be compared with the practice of borrowing the power of heaven and earth? People fighting?"

Zuo Lingquan tilted his head, his eyes unruly:

"Xiongtai may have persuaded him out of good intentions, but I've grown up so much, and I've never been afraid of anyone. People in cultivation just use the power of heaven and earth to increase their killing power. Most of the foundation is not solid, at least not as solid as me, really To divide life and death, I am not afraid at all."

What a mad boy!

It may be the first time that the black-clothed woman has met such an inexperienced Leng Touqing, she held the hilt of the sword around her waist:

"Why don't you try it?"

Zuo Lingquan shook his head: "You are too slow to draw your sword, you can't beat me, I don't bully people."

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"Ah…"

The woman in black just laughed angrily:

"I'm older than you, and I don't have less time to practice martial arts than you. Do you really think that after practicing behind closed doors for more than ten years, you can be arrogant?"

Zuo Lingquan was not arrogant, but confident. Just by the woman's sword drawing, he knew there was nothing to fight. He spread his hands and said:

"I just don't want to ruin Xiongtai's Kenshin."

The woman in black didn't understand the meaning of those words, but she could hear the contempt in it, and her eyes became cold:

"Put your sword, or you won't be able to pull it out. If you don't say you are better than me, as long as you can survive a cup of tea under my sword, I will give you what you want."

What do you want?

Zuo Lingquan's thoughts moved, and he was really interested. He looked up and down at the beautiful woman in black, and said with a smile:

"I want to enter the Phoenix Valley, can Xiongtai also help?"

The woman in black showed pride in her eyes:

"As long as you can survive a cup of tea, I will intercede with the teacher and let you enter the Phoenix Valley. I will do what I say."

"Brother, don't bluff me."

The woman in black snorted lightly:

"Do you think that everyone in the world is full of nonsense like you?"

Zuo Lingquan nodded, there is nothing to worry about right now, no matter whether it is true or false, there is no harm in trying.

"That's fine, let's play with Xiongtai."

After Zuo Lingquan stretched, UU read www. uukanshu.com stepped into the rain curtain, stood still on the bluestone street, raised his hand and clasped his fist:

"Zuo Lingquan, Qinghe County, please enlighten me."

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Zuo Lingquan…

Why is it so familiar?

The black-clothed woman thought for a while, and her annoyed expression froze slightly, then she lifted the oil-paper umbrella a little, revealing her red lips and white chin.

Zuo Lingquan waited in the rain, noticed the strangeness of the other party, and asked:

"Could it be that Xiongtai has heard of my name?"

"…"

It was this fellow, no wonder he was here.

The natural meridians are blocked and the beasts are killed, which is a big joke in the world...

The woman in black didn't answer, but snorted even more contemptuously, stood ten steps away from Zuo Lingquan with an umbrella, and made up a name casually:

"Donghua City Longtai, please enlighten me."

The words fall.

The two sides quieted down.

The rain curtain is dense and the long night is quiet.

The two figures stood still on the long street full of broken walls and ruins. There were no lights or fires around, and the atmosphere gradually became a bit chilly.

Zuo Lingquan is arrogant, but not conceited.

With his long sword drawn out, he pointed diagonally at the ground, and the raindrops slid down with the sharp sword edge.

The black-clothed woman squinted her eyes and looked at it carefully. Only then did she realize that Zuo Lingquan's sword was rather odd. The sword can't use the chop, slash, smash and other moves, and the stab and break the armor will not bend. It is suitable for warriors who are known for their strength.

After the woman in black saw the doorway, she put her right hand on the hilt of the sword, her expression became serious, the oil-paper umbrella was slightly lowered, her eyes were fixed on Zuo Lingquan's boots, and she was ready to go...