When he ran into the study, Pei Da took the pen and ink with a crazy drunkenness, and splashed ink directly on the white wall indoors, and the book got up.

"I've suffered, Dalang's illness has occurred again."

Seeing the guy's face full of panic, Chen Guang couldn't help but say, "What disease has happened again? Dalang has any unspeakable disease?"

Chen Guang saw Pei Da, who was walking around the wall as if no one was around, and he didn't think that this person seemed to be sick.

"Mr. Lang doesn't know that when Dalang was in Chang'an City, he used to write crazy on the wall, and later he was injured by sword dancing..."

When the guy said this, he suddenly closed his mouth. Chen Guang was attracted by the words written by Pei Da. The seemingly disorganized cursive script was really wonderfully written, and the ink mark seemed to come alive.

"Good word!"

"Of course it's a good word!"

Chen Guang couldn't help but praise, and Pei Da also shouted loudly, and the brush strokes in his hand were faster and faster. Chen Guang had already recognized that Pei Da was using the brushwork of Zhang Xu, the saint of Tang Sanjueli.

"The great king is in charge of Liuhe, and the fierce generals are clear of Jiugai. The war horses are like dragons and tigers, and how powerful are they? The generals are facing the Eight Desolations..."

As Pei Dakuai wrote a cursive script, Chen Guang couldn't help but recite it loudly. It was really such a poem with such words that made people feel ups and downs. This is the Tang Dynasty!

"The sword dances like a swim in the lightning, and returns with the wind. Climb up to look at the Tianshan Mountains, and the white clouds are in Cui Wei. Entering the formation to defeat the arrogant enemy, the reputation is so great that it shines thunder."

The guy looked at Dalang who was flying in his pen and Chen Langjun who was reciting with a stern voice, and felt that he could not tell the same thing. At this time, the soldiers also followed the sound, but no one dared to disturb the two of them.

"A hundred horses fell down, and then ten thousand men drove away. The Huns dared not fight against each other, so they called each other back."

When Chen Guang came to this point, Pei's big pen was gone. He abandoned the pen and threw it on the ground, his face flushed, his face full of drunkenness, and shouted, "Come on the sword!"

"Sword is coming! Sword is coming! Sword is coming!"

After a louder sound, Shen Guang looked at Pei Da who seemed to be crazy, and then he realized that the guy had not lie to him before.

"Dalang, take the sword."

The guy didn't know how to pick up an iron sword from that corner and used all his strength to throw it to Dalang, who was shouting "Come on the sword!".

"Let's go quickly, don't be injured by Dalang."

The guy left after losing the iron sword, and he didn't forget to pull Shen Guang up. Shen Guang saw that when Pei Da took the iron sword, a fierce light flashed in his narrow eyes, and then he heard the sound of the sword sound like a dragon's roar.

The iron sword, half a person tall, was completely unsheathed, and Shen Guang had already stood up all over his hair. Then Pei Da drew his sword and danced, and the iron bead sword spikes hanging from the hilt of the sword made a sob whimpering sound.

"Langjun."

The soldiers stepped forward to protect Shen Guang, and they all drew their swords in their hands, staring at Pei Da, who jumped into the yard and danced the sword light, and was as terrified as a dragon. There were very few sword-giving people in the army, but each of them was a master.

Such a long iron sword is a real sword with both hands. They have been in Anxi for so many years and have only heard rumors that someone would use such sword skills, but they never thought they would see it with their own eyes today.

Pei Da was burly and powerful. The extremely heavy iron sword was used in his hand. It was like a strong wind following him. Even though he was far away, the sunlight seemed to be able to feel the fierceness and strength.

This is a real two-handed swordsmanship!

Chen Guang's face showed ecstasy. The two-handed sword had long been lost in later generations. Even Mr. Yu's two-handed swordsmanship was mixed with many sets of moves. No one knew how powerful the actual combat was. However, even the tooth soldiers around him dared to step forward with the swordsmanship that Pei Dawu dared to go forward.

After a sword dance, Pei Da practiced the sword moves handed down by Aye again without stopping. His mind was full of words and poems written in the study just now, and the sword in his hand was a little faster.

Chen Guang finally understood what a madman was. Pei Da was right in front of him. He said to the friend beside him, "General Pei Min, is he an old friend of Dalang?"

"That's the old lord."

Chen Guang didn't expect that the son of the dignified sword saint would come to Anxi to be a chef. Could it be that this peerless sword technique is so evil?

Looking at Pei Da who was immersed in his own world, Chen Guang was glad that he hadn't tried his sword with him just now, otherwise he would have kneeled on the spot.

"Why did Dalang come to Anxi?"

Chen Guang and the fang soldiers returned to the lobby. According to the friend, once Pei Da practiced swords and became aware, others could not wake up. If they came forward rashly, they would either die or be injured.

"The old master died early, and before he had time to pass the sword technique to Dalang, he asked Dalang to learn calligraphy from Zhang Changshi, saying that when he learned it, sword technique would be done."

The guy didn't know why, but he thought that the Shen Langjun in front of him might be able to help Dalang, so he wrote all the experiences of Dalang over the past six years, "When Dalang and Zhang Changshi learned calligraphy, they couldn't understand it, so they could only drink all day long by learning Zhang Changshi. Later, when Dalang got drunk and seemed to have some insight, he wrote on the wall of the restaurant. Later, he drew his sword and danced, which hurt his life... "

Chen Guang never expected that Pei Da was not only the son of the sword saint among Tang Sanjue, but also a wanted fugitive. After accidentally injuring his life in Chang'an City, he resisted arrest. Finally, he fled to Anxi Lai Kai's Explosion. In the past five years, he was not only practicing calligraphy, dancing swords, or killing cattle and sheep.

"Don't worry, when the alcohol has passed, Dalang will definitely have nothing to do."

Chen Guang originally thought of recruiting Pei Dasheng because he saw that Pei Dasheng was so powerful, but he didn't expect that Pei Da was actually a madman who became a madman in sword practice.

"Please keep these two jars of wine. When Dalang wakes up, tell him not to drink so hard next time. You might as well try a few sips and look for the drunkenness. Maybe you will get something!"

Chen Guang did not choose to stay and wait for Pei Da to wake up. Anyway, people can't escape here, so they will come and flirt with this guy again if they have the chance.

The guy didn't expect that this Shen Langjun would leave as soon as he said that. According to the truth, shouldn't it be that when Dalang wakes up, the two of them would drink and talk to each other before inviting Dalang to do something big!

"Langjun is leaving now?"

"I have something to do. Tell Dalang, just say that I am burning the city. If I want, come and find me."

Chen Guang left very quickly and neatly, and Wang Shenyuan was even more eager to leave quickly. This kind of martial arts madman is the most scary, so the farther away, the better.

Before leaving, Chen Guang did not forget to go with two more jars of bean paste. He took the two jars of Yanqi guarding the palace, and finally all were left by Li Siye.

Looking at Chen Guang and his party riding a horse roaring away, the guy suddenly felt that the stories told by the monks in Chang'an were all lies, and he had given him hundreds of dollars in incense and oil.

When he returned to the backyard, the guy saw Dalang standing with a sword and thoughtful, and did not dare to come forward to disturb him. He didn't know what Dalang would think if he heard that the Shen Langjun left all the remaining two jars of bean paste.

After a long time, Pei Dafang exhaled and returned the sword to the scabbard. Only today did he understand why Aye asked him and Zhang Changshi to learn calligraphy. It was just that he was too stupid and it took him six years to figure out the truth.

"Where is Chen Lang?"

"Mr. Chen left, saying that he had something to do and had to rush to Huoshaocheng. He also said that if Dalang wanted to go find him."

The guy immediately said all the instructions before Chen Guang left and complained, "You are so polite. You asked him to take those two jars of bean paste. Let's..."

"Noisy, do you want to be a guy here for the rest of your life?"

Pei Da glared at the guy, Chen Lang was very kind to him, and he said that this burning knife is a good thing. Anyway, he doesn't want to go back to Chang'an City, so he can go to the burning city.

"Dalang, you mean..."

"Tell everyone that someone is going to Huoshaocheng. If you are willing to go with someone, you will go with someone. If you are unwilling to leave, you will stay here and send it to them."

Pei Da returned to the study with the iron sword and began to pack his bags. Although he was not determined to be in the career, he would not have lost Aye's reputation.

"I'll talk to everyone now."

The guy was so happy that he finally didn't have to stay here anymore. I think everyone else must be the same as him.

He hung his bag on the camel's back. Pei Xiaoyi looked at Dalang who was indifferent and couldn't figure out why everyone was unwilling to leave here. He welcomed and sent guests every day. What's the point of such a day?

"Dalang, they..."

"Everyone has their own ambitions, and there is nothing wrong with such a dull life."
Chapter completed!