Chapter 190 I was careless just now and didn’t dodge!
Xiahou Swordsman, who was taught a lesson by a junior Cheng Long and had a deep obsession, trembled slightly with the long sword in his hand, and anger rose in his eyes, "Look at your full heaven and majestic weapons. You are not an ordinary person at first glance. Since Yan Chixia is not here, then Just practice with me and let me teach you what respect is!”
"You smashed the door of Senior Yan's house as soon as you came up. How dare you show respect to me?"
"..."
Xiahou Swordsman's expression became stiff, his ears were red and hot, and he was extremely embarrassed.
"Uncle Xiahou, I advise you not to ask for trouble..." Seeing this, Shi'er kindly advised: "Brother Cheng is my master's old friend. Regardless of Kung Fu or Taoism, he can fight with my master. , how can you be his opponent?”
It's okay if Shi'er doesn't talk about it, but he gets even more excited when he talks about Xiahou Swordsman.
"Mr. Cheng, it turns out that you are a master. If so, then let me show you the truth..."
Zheng!
The Xiahou swordsman suddenly exerted his strength, danced his sword like a dragon, and revealed his sharp edge. Wisps of sword energy shot out quickly. Shi'er immediately pulled Cui Hongjian away to prevent the scholar from being injured by the sword energy.
"My sword skills are good, no wonder I dare to be so arrogant."
Cheng Long was delighted to see Hunter Xin, and calmly avoided a few wisps of sword energy. He raised his hand and waved it gently. There seemed to be an invisible force pulling him in the air. A hatchet that was stuck on a wooden pier a few feet away seemed to be affected by it. Driven by some mysterious power, it drew an elegant arc and fell into his hands.
"Dragon Capturing Skill?"
The Xiahou swordsman was shocked. He could take the hatchet into his hand from a distance of four to five feet. This man's skill was probably much higher than his.
"Here, let me weigh you."
Cheng Long held a hatchet in his left hand, made a sudden lunge, rushed to Xiahou, and raised the knife to slash his throat.
If this knife hits, his head will definitely fall to the ground.
Xiahou swordsman quickly raised his sword to block.
Keng!
A strange force came from the blade, and Xiahou's whole body suddenly moved more than a foot uncontrollably.
It's a shame that his sword was of good quality, otherwise Cheng Long's move would have been enough to kill him.
"Come again."
Although Cheng Long just slashed Xiahou's throat, showing a strong killing intent, he did not have any murderous intentions. If Xiahou swordsman could not block the sword just now, he would have stopped when he was about to hit the opponent's throat.
"Okay~~"
Testing out Cheng Long's 'true level', the Xiahou swordsman no longer dared to hide, and decisively swung his sword to meet him. For a moment, sharp sword energy came out of his body, sweeping in all directions, and the falling leaves were split into two. .
Compared with Xiahou, Cheng Long's moves were quite simple. He actually used the knife skills used for chopping vegetables in actual combat. He chopped, chopped, peeled, hacked, and scraped. There were all kinds of moves in endlessly, which made Xiahou miserable. Unbearable.
Swish swish...
The two men hit him from the courtyard to the roof, then from the roof to the bamboo forest in the backyard, and then to the back hill. Wherever they passed, there were traces of destruction by the two men.
During the process, Cheng Long experienced Yan Chixia's happiness. Xiahou Swordsman, among other things, was extremely proficient in on-the-spot reactions and moves. He used his strength to compete with the opponent, and his experience points increased steadily.
However, Chenglong was not Yan Chixia after all. After having enough fun, his speed immediately increased a lot. He appeared like a ghost on the right side of Xiahou Swordsman and put the knife on the opponent's neck.
"You're dead!"
Cheng Long's indifferent voice reached his ears.
The motionless swordsman Xiahou, with a livid complexion, frowned and said, "This one doesn't count. I was careless just now and didn't dodge!"
"Okay, I'll give you another chance."
Cheng Long put away his sword and retreated three feet away, staring directly at the Xiahou swordsman: "Are you ready?"
"Come on!"
The Xiahou swordsman's eyes were solemn, and he was just about to think of a move to attack instead of defend, when unexpectedly a strong wind hit him, followed by a familiar cold touch on his neck.
"You're dead again!"
Cheng Long's joking voice reached his ears again.
"I, I..."
Xiahou Swordsman did not want to admit defeat, but the fact was before his eyes. If Mr. Cheng had not stopped, his head would have already moved.
"I can see from your appearance that you are not convinced, so that's fine! Then let's do it again, this time it's you who will attack."
Cheng Long once again sheathed his sword and retreated three feet away. With one hand behind his back, he looked at the swordsman Xiahou quietly. Today he wanted to subdue Xiahou and take away the spirit of the opponent so that he could understand the difference between a warrior and an immortal cultivator. gap.
"The sea is boundless!"
The Xiahou swordsman danced his long sword, and the dense sword energy moved forward majestically towards Cheng Long.
Dang Dang Dang...
A huge golden bell emerged quietly, easily blocking the dense sword energy.
"Golden Bell?"
Xiahou Swordsman was stunned.
The golden bell in front of me is quite exaggerated, with a length of over one foot and a thickness of over three feet. Hitting it with sword energy is like hitting a thousand-year-old tortoise shell.
With his skill, he could not break through the opponent's defense even if he slashed for a hundred years.
Thinking that Young Master Cheng still possesses the elusive speed, an unprecedented feeling of powerlessness suddenly hit his body, and Xiahou Swordsman was completely confused.
"Why don't you attack?"
Cheng Long asked with interest.
"Clang!"
The swordsman Xiahou threw the sword away, like a deflated ball.
The sword energy will be dispersed when it comes into contact with the golden bell. Isn't it stupid to attack even though you know it's impossible?
He is just obsessed, but not brainless.
At this moment, I was completely discouraged. Recalling what Cheng Long had said, I realized how disgusting my behavior of chasing Yan Chixia over and over again was. No wonder Shier would look extremely helpless every time he saw him.
Is the gap between warriors and monks really that big?
Why?
"Uncle, I am so relieved to see you come to your senses! You are no longer young. Go back and find a wife, have a few children, and live your life with peace of mind! Stop wasting your life for the false reputation of being the best in the world."
Cheng Long showed the power to make Xiahou despair. The purpose was not to frustrate the other party, but mainly to make him see the true nature of the world.
If Xiahou listens to the advice, goes back to marry a wife, have children, and live a peaceful life, then he can avoid the fate of dying tragically in Lanruo Temple a few years or more than ten years later.
Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.
He did this mainly for Xia Hou's sake.
"Plop!"
Xiahou, who had no energy at all, suddenly fell to his knees.
"Uncle, what are you doing?"
Cheng Long subconsciously stepped aside and looked at Swordsman Xiahou with a frown.
"Mr. Cheng, I want to become your teacher and learn from you."
Xiahou Swordsman indeed no longer wanted to compete for the best sword in the world, but he developed a desire to learn Taoism, cultivate immortality, and master extraordinary power.
To put it bluntly, it’s just greed!
I used to covet Yan Chixia's false reputation as the best swordsman in the world.
Now he is coveting all the extraordinary methods Cheng Long has shown.
"To learn Taoism, you have to go to famous mountains and rivers and join a Taoist sect. You can't learn Taoism from me, and I have no intention of accepting disciples." Cheng Long's words are true. Now he just wants to slay demons and accumulate merit. At the same time, he was happily cultivating demons.
The Xiahou swordsman asked in confusion: "Why?"
"Because I'm not a Taoist priest, you can go back and forth wherever you go!"
Cheng Long had no idea of explaining and waved his hand to signal the Xiahou swordsman to leave.
"Master Cheng, if you don't accept me as your disciple, I won't be able to kneel down for a long time." The Xiahou swordsman insisted that even eight oxen would not be able to pull him back, otherwise he would not chase Yan Chixia to compete with him.
"Then kneel down slowly and I'm leaving."
Cheng Long immediately became happy.
This style of relying on self-mutilation to intimidate others can only intimidate an emotional woman and is of no use to him. If you like to kneel down, then kneel down and I will leave.
"Mr. Cheng, wait for me."
Seeing Mr. Cheng turning around and leaving without hesitation, Xiahou Swordsman glanced at the deserted back hill, stood up decisively, picked up his sword, and followed him swiftly.
Cheng Long ignored it, jumped into the ruined Prince Yan's Mansion, and returned the hatchet.
Then he disappeared without a trace...
"Shi'er, where does Mr. Cheng live?"
"Mofu."
Knowing Cheng Long's whereabouts from Shi'er's mouth, Xiahou Swordsman turned around and left.
……
Cheng Long returned to Mo Chou and lay on the homemade lounge chair, chatting with Mo Chou and eating grapes peeled by Mo Chou. After a while, he saw a little maid running over in a hurry.
"Miss, uncle, it's not good."
Speaking of this, the little maid calmed down the undulating hills caused by running too fast, and then said: "A swordsman in black came outside. He suddenly knelt in front of the door and said that he would become my master. If you don't accept him, I can’t afford to kneel down for a long time..."
"Then let him kneel!"
Cheng Long pouted, his expression slightly helpless.
He should have thought that someone as paranoid as Xiahou Swordsman would only shoot himself in the foot if he revealed the magical way.
If I had known earlier I wouldn't have helped.
It's good now that Yan Chixia is clean, but he is in trouble.
"Brother Long, who is that person outside? Why does he want to worship you as his teacher?" Mochou peeled another grape and stuffed it into Cheng Long's mouth. After formally meeting Bai Ling last night, she changed her attitude towards Cheng Long. I used to call my fiancé Young Master, but I always felt that it was a bit meaningless. Calling me Long Ge makes me feel closer.
"A swordsman named Xia Hou is very paranoid..."
Cheng Long explained the reason angrily. After hearing this, Mochou couldn't help but smile and said: "Brother Long, if he really can't kneel down all the time, what will you do?"
"I can't afford to kneel for a long time. I can kneel for one night at most. I will leave early tomorrow morning."
"Ah~~"
Mochou's face fell, and his good mood disappeared instantly.
Just now, I was thinking of staying with my benefactor for a few more days and enjoying the warmth of just the two of them. However, a middle-aged swordsman came and forced my benefactor to leave early tomorrow morning.
Now she has the desire to kill.
"Zu'er, it's not like I won't come back after I leave, why are you so nervous?"
Cheng Long held Mochou's weak and boneless hand, with reluctance in his eyes. He actually wanted to take her with him, but Mochou, a girl, obeyed her parents and had to stay at home before marriage to prevent them from tasting the forbidden fruit.
"Can you not leave?" Mochou said eagerly.
"No, you are too beautiful. I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself."
Cheng Long's heartfelt answer made Mochou both angry and funny. Men are all virtuous and always think about that.
(End of chapter)