Chapter 651: Passing the sword + sending a niece? Buy one get one free
"Chu Pingsheng? It's you!"
Jian Chen's face changed. He didn't expect that the guy who had embarrassed his master would come here. Thinking about what Chu Pingsheng said in the backyard of Zhonghua Pavilion before, people have to doubt his purpose of coming here at this juncture.
"What are you doing here? This is the resting place of my wife. Anyone who disturbs her purity is not welcome."
"Jianchen, are you talking about me?"
Chu Pingsheng took two steps forward and carefully looked at Monk Buxu's shiny forehead: "Then why can he come?"
Jian Chen said: "Master Buxu is a friend of Master Fu."
"Friend? What kind of friend?"
"You!"
Everyone could hear the sarcasm and insult in his words. Jian Chen was furious and drew his sword in his hand. His face was gloomy, and he was on the verge of breaking the rules.
"I seem to be right, right? The monks have nothing in common, they have severed ties with the world, and they don't even recognize their relatives. How can we talk about friends? What's more, this friend is also the wife of a friend. What's worse, he ran away alone without Wuming being present. Come to pay homage to the nameless wife, do you think this behavior is appropriate?”
His face was full of seriousness, just like a good man and a believer asking a Buddhist sage for advice.
"This..."
He was so defensive and speechless. Not even women were allowed to enter the temple. It was indeed unreasonable for him, a monk, to come to worship his friend's wife. I don't blame others for thinking of him in despicable and dirty ways.
The sword master looked at the master who was talking about meditation just now, but now he has become a bad bald ass who can neither distinguish nor distinguish. It is really funny.
This slap in the face caught me off guard, so fast.
"Amitabha."
The beads on Fu Xu's hands flew up, and his old face turned red and green, feeling extremely embarrassed.
"Chu Pingsheng!"
Jian Chen said angrily: "Stop messing around, this is your business and mine, it has nothing to do with Master Buxu."
"What's your business with me?"
Chu Pingsheng blinked and said seriously: "No, no, no, you're overthinking. I'm not interested in you, and I'm not here to find your wife. I'm here for him."
Chu Pingsheng pointed at the sword master.
"Come here for me?"
The sword master was a little confused. He carefully looked at this young man who had a bookish air, sharp teeth and a sharp tongue, but other than that there was nothing special about him. He racked his brains and couldn't remember where he had seen him. .
"That's right." Chu Pingsheng handed the sword to his left hand: "To be precise, I came here for your Holy Spirit Sword Technique."
"What do you mean?"
"It means that as long as you teach me the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, I will help you achieve your wish and defeat Wuming with the Holy Spirit Sword Technique."
! ! ! ! ! !
Buxu was shocked. Was he going to become the sword master? But the question is, are there any apprentices like this? Others knelt down to learn martial arts, but he was better at learning while standing, as if I was helping you by learning your martial arts, and you have to thank me for giving you this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Where on earth did this stupid young man come from, talk in this tone, and make his way in the world? I'm afraid he was shot to death before he even left the one-third of an acre of land in his hometown.
"Hahahaha, young man, what a loud tone."
From the Sword Master's point of view, this person named Chu Pingsheng helped him disgust Monk Fuxu after all, so even if he felt unhappy, he did not get angry immediately.
Jian Chen said: "Senior, I don't know. Chu Pingsheng had asked the master to accept him as his disciple earlier. After being rejected, he felt unwilling to accept it, so he had this thought."
In his opinion, Chu Pingsheng was rejected as a disciple, and his request for Wuming to go out and destroy the world would be similarly blocked. Therefore, he felt resentful and wanted to learn advanced martial arts and defeat Wuming to vent his anger. This was human nature.
"What?"
The sword master looked displeased, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes became sharper.
"Why do you think of coming to me as your teacher because I don't accept you?"
"What good things are you thinking about? Who wants to become your teacher?"
After Chu Pingsheng finished speaking, he looked thoughtful. Just when the murderous intention around the Sword Master became more and more intense, and his true energy was about to burst through the sleeves of his robe, he suddenly changed the subject: "It's not impossible, but there is a condition."
"What conditions?" The sword master did not refuse immediately because he wanted to see what tricks this unconventional guy was playing.
"Marry your niece Dugumeng to me."
As a monk, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is one of the most emotionally stable people in the world, but even he can't hold his position.
Is this guy here to make a joke? Not to mention plotting the Holy Spirit Swordsmanship, but you also want others to buy one and get one free, with a young, beautiful and beautiful niece as a gift?
The sword master felt humiliated and became furious: "Are you deliberately irritating me and want me to kill you?"
Chu Pingsheng said calmly: "Of course I have my reasons for saying this."
He actually still makes sense? !
"Okay, I want to hear what you have to say."
The sword master was going to laugh in anger at him.
"I went to Wuming to become my disciple, but he rejected me. Now I'm looking for you, and you feel slighted, right?"
"Hmph."
"Suppose Wuming accepts me as his disciple, then Jianchen will be my senior brother. This shows that my vision is quite high, but the problem now is that you can't even fight my intended senior brother, and you want me to have feelings for you. The idea of becoming a disciple, is this... too much? ”
The sword master pointed at Jian Chen: "You said I can't defeat him?"
"Of course, Jian Chen has the true inheritance of the unknown senior. This can be proved by the Hero Sword in his hand. And you can't even defeat the apprentice, so what qualifications do you have to challenge the master?"
"Okay, okay, today I will show you how I beat him until his teeth are all over the floor." The sword master turned around angrily and said to Jian Chen: "Let's take action."
"Senior..."
"I'll let you take action!"
Seeing that things were getting worse, Jian Chen looked at Chu Pingsheng with hatred, so he could only draw out the heroic sword and use an inexplicable sword technique, stabbing the sword master's right shoulder with an "inexplicable" move.
Even if the juniors were fighting against the seniors, they only used 50% of their strength in this fencing morning, leaving half of their hands.
However, in order to vent his anger towards Wu Ming and to slap Chu Pingsheng hard in the face, the sword master used the twenty-two swords he had acquired in seclusion for so many years.
Chime... a sound that sounded like the clash of gold and iron, and also like the explosion of sword energy colliding, and the hero's sword was knocked back several points.
The sword master moved back three feet, his robe sleeves were bulging, his beard was flying, and his whole body was surrounded by sword energy, exuding a strong sense of sharpness, as if he was no longer a person or a sword, but a forest of swords.
The sword pointed outward, then swiped inward, forming staggered seals, and then shot out with a burst of sword movement.
One way, two ways, three ways, four ways...
The invisible sharp sword energy rotated rapidly under the driving force of the sword master, like a sword storm, rolling towards the young man in front.
His target was Jian Chen, but the willow leaves above him broke silently, and green shavings fell like rain.
This shows how strong the killing intent of Jian Twenty-Two is.
However, Jian Chen was not afraid in the face of danger. He pressed the heroic sword on the ground, lifted his body into the air, and used the "Unknown" that Wuming taught him. His whole body was spinning rapidly like a top. It was clearly daytime, and the fine sword light was as bright as the stars, tinkling. There were endless crisp sounds, and Jian Twenty-Two's blade storm was completely broken by this move.
Ugh...
A shadow passed by.
When the sword master came back to his senses, the hero sword was already lying in front of his neck. As long as Jian Chen applied a little more force, his body and head would be separated.
Clang.
The hero's sword returned to its sheath, Jian Chen cupped his hand and said: "Senior, I accept it."
The sword master did not speak, the wind blew his gray beard and hair, and with every move, the embarrassment on his face was not much stronger than that of the monk Fuxu just now.
Sure enough, as Chu Pingsheng said, the twenty-two swords he had cultivated in seclusion for more than 20 years were defeated by a junior.
"Old man, look, I didn't lie to you."
Seeing the little bubble of "doubt life" rising on the top of Juggernaut's head, Chu Pingsheng looked at Jian Chen happily, thinking that this should be Jian Chen's most glorious moment in the play, and then it was like someone squeezed the urine bubble, A thousand miles away, breaking the waves, Bu Jingyun, Jue Xin... I was tortured throughout the whole process, and was so broken that I couldn't bear to look at it.
After a long time, the old man sighed. The high-spiritedness from earlier was no longer visible on his face. He was full of loneliness. A wisp of gray beard passed away in the wind and drifted into the distance.
"Since you know that I can't even defeat my nameless disciple, why do you still want to learn my Holy Spirit Sword Technique?"
"You can't defeat Wuming with twenty-two swords, but it doesn't mean you can't defeat Wuming with twenty-three swords."
"What did you say? Sword... twenty-three?"
The sword master seemed to have been hit hard.
"If I'm not wrong, Wuming knew that you had given Xiong Ba a war invitation, and also knew that you would come and wait at his wife's grave, so he sent his disciples to break your sword twenty-two, so that you could retreat in the face of difficulties."
"Is that so..."
Jian Chen frowned and thought to himself: Who is this Chu Pingsheng? How come you know everything.
"Senior, please come with me."
Of course, he couldn't just sit back and watch Chu Pingsheng revive the Sword Master's fighting spirit, so he took a half step back and headed east.
"Where to go?"
"Don't you want to see my master?"
The sword master thought for a moment and stepped to follow.
Buxu, on the other hand, stared at Chu Pingsheng with fear on his face, acting as if he would stop him if he dared to follow him.
"Don't be so nervous, I'm not interested in listening to unknown preaching."
Chu Pingsheng looked at the Sword Master's back and said, "I'll wait for you at the mill beside the Xiaoqing River in the southwest of the town."
After saying this, the two sides went back to each other, leaving only Monk Fuxu standing stupidly in the middle, frowning and saying nothing.
……
That night.
Southwest of Muming Town.
A clear river meets Yinhan and goes eastward leisurely.
The waterwheel opposite the mill rotates slowly, and the water from the water tank falls down, crisp and sweet, like a spring.
Chu Pingsheng sat next to a bonfire, holding three bamboo sticks in his hands. On them were small fishes more than two inches long, with the internal organs and scales removed. From time to time, he sprinkled a little bit of ground pepper, sesame, cardamom, cinnamon and other spices on them. The seasonings are made and then roasted carefully on the fire.
Zizzi...
The small fish was very tender, with not much fat, but under his careful grilling, strings of fine bubbles of oil still appeared, releasing a mouth-watering meaty aroma.
"Brother Chu, are you okay yet?"
Chu Chu was so greedy that she swallowed her saliva.
In the two days since she left Yujiacun, she had obviously lost weight. She was not used to sleeping on an inn bed, so she also had heavy bags under her eyes.
"Well, that's almost it."
Chu Pingsheng turned over the bamboo skewer on the far right and saw that the oil was dripping lightly, the outside was browned, and the moisture inside was gone, so he handed the bamboo skewer over.
She took it in her hand and couldn't wait to take a bite. Her tongue shrunk because it was so hot, she frowned, her face full of grievance. She looked at him and could only mutter "It's so hot". She pursed her mouth and blew one mouthful after another, thinking Make it cool before eating.
Chu Pingsheng smiled slightly, picked up the bamboo skewer in the middle and looked at it to confirm that it was cooked. He put it to his mouth and took a bite. He felt that the fish meat was smooth, tender and a little sweet. It fell off from the main spine with a slight tear. , unlike those frozen products, the fish meat is either scattered into powder, or it is old and woody, with no taste at all.
"Hey, Brother Chu, don't you think it's hot?"
When she said this, Chu Pingsheng was stunned for a moment.
Yes, he has the bonus of [Mahayana Paradise Demonic Body]. Normal flames cannot hurt him, but he still feels hot. Unless the pain exceeds a certain level, the demonic body will block the pain. Therefore, he usually eats. The hot porridge served from the pot still needs to be cooled down before drinking, but the grilled fish in front of me only feels hot, not hot, after one bite.
Could it be that the Kirin blood increases fire resistance? It's really...convenient.
Suddenly, his ears twitched.
"Now that you're here, why don't you show up openly? Don't you think it's a loss if you are still sneaky at your age?"
(End of chapter)