The night is as cool as water.

Recently, Fengzhou has been in turmoil and strong people are rampant. Even if he is the most anxious traveler, he will not dare to rush to the road at night.

Woniu Village is a medium-sized village leader who is in charge of farming. It is much more prosperous than the corners of Qiuhuanquan. There is even an inn with complete facilities in the village.

If there are too many people and idly people, it is easy to cause trouble.

"The majestic man wears a sword, the elegant and noble man wears a sword, and the general commander wears a sword. You are just a man in the mountains, how can you be qualified to wear a sword? It's simply a humiliation for us!"

Looking at the boy wearing a black tight leather hunting suit in front of him, a young man dressed in a literati shouted loudly: "Put down the sword! Otherwise, don't blame me Zhao Zongjie for being ruthless under the sword!"

Regardless of whether this man had real skills or not, his loud shouting was quite powerful, which scared Miao Yuqin so much that she shook her body behind Chen Shaobai.

"Is this guy so idle? Is it easy to find trouble if I have nothing to do?"

Thinking that he had just gone out for two days and had to find him all the trouble, Chen Shaobai felt a little restless and impatient.

His eyes swept through the hall and saw several young men dressed in the same scribes looking at him coldly with interest.

Chen Shaobai smelled the smell of alcohol from Zhao Zongjie's mouth and captured the other person's eyes looking at Miao Yuqin, and his heart suddenly became cold.

You can show off, but if you want to show off by stepping on me, you have to ask if the sword in my hand will agree.

"Put down the sword!"

He didn't realize that Chen Shaobai had silently put his hand on the hilt of the sword. Zhao Zongjie only thought he was a fool, so he let out another shout, feeling quite imposing.

He looked at Miao Yuqin, who was wearing a maroon behind Chen Shaobai, but was still like a fairy turning into a human, and his heart became more and more intense.

He originally wanted to gamble with his fellow travelers for fun by drinking, but now he looked at the girl carefully and saw that the other party's delicate and black hair sprinkled on his shoulders, his face was tender and delicate, and his eyebrows were a bit red. He couldn't help but feel excited. He wanted to make a fake and win the favor of the beauty, and he became more and more hardworking.

"This person is so noisy..." Miao Yuqin hid behind Chen Shaobai and said with a small face.

She did not deliberately lower the volume when she spoke, so when this was said, Zhao Zongjie also heard it, and his drunkenness and anger were mixed, and his face suddenly turned red with anger.

"Swish" pulled out the sword with his carry-on, and Zhao Zongjie stared at Chen Shaobai with his eyes: "Either throw the sword or pull it out, and you and me will have a sword showdown!"

Looking at Chen Shaobai's bloodless face, Zhao Zongjie subconsciously thought that the other party was just a fool, so he looked at Miao Yuqin with a little more ambiguous and dirty look.

In Shang Dynasty, sword art duel, as the most intense and direct means to resolve disputes, it is sacred and inviolable. Even if you accidentally kill someone in the battle of sword art, you will not be investigated by Shang Law. At most, you will only lose some money.

In his opinion, as long as Chen Shaobai was cut off from the sword and then had some contact, a weak woman like Miao Yuqin who was born in poverty would obediently enter his room.

Zhao Zongjie was in Muxi City and was a powerful man in their village. He had done more than once such things and was very skillful and easy to use.

Fantasizing the scene of a beautiful girl panting and moaning under her crotch, Zhao Zongjie's whole body was filled with blood, and his lower body was slightly raised, and his breath became more and more rapid.

Feeling a smell of alcohol coming to his face. Seeing the other person’s condition goodbye, Chen Shaobai naturally understood what dirty thoughts had appeared in the other person’s heart, and the murderous intent in his heart surged like a sea wave.

clang.

Seeing Chen Shaobai's long sword unsheathed, Zhao Zongjie immediately took the lead and slashed it on the front of the sword, which looked like it was, and a sword brought the wind.

But this level seems a bit cramped when Chen Shaobai's eyes.

"If the sword is not enough, it is all a fool; if the sword is not enough, it is a stealthy art."

"Want to take my life with this trick I learned secretly?"

Zhao Zongjie used a sword hanging on top, using the stabbing force to slid the sword and slid it upwards, and once it is stabbed, it will immediately emerge from the back of the head. The person who was hit will not have any chance of life.

However, his hands, eyes and steps were unruly in coordination. Although Chen Shaobai, who was carefully studying the sword score of "Qi Lei", had a poor vision, he could also see through the strength of the other party's three-legged cat at a glance.

Zhao Zongsuke and Xiong Yingjie, whom he had once faced off, were not the same as Dianji, but he also had the intention of killing people when he set out his sword.

After confirming the nature of people walking in the world again, Chen Shaobai looked calm, pinching his fingers into a sword with one hand, and holding the other hand, dreaming straight out.

clang!

The blue and red light flashed away. Zhao Zongjie's sword in his hand was stabbed by a dream and was stabbed in a weak place. He broke it in half and flew out slanted. Half of the sword's body scraped over a drinker's scalp, and after carrying a few strands of long hair, he penetrated deeply into the mud wall of the inn.

"I admit defeat! I admit defeat!"

Puff.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the broken arms flew across the board.

"The bronze sword is still heavier, and the scale is not easy to master, so you need to learn more and practice more."

Chen Shaobai's sword was originally heading towards Zhao Zongjie's heart, but he never thought that after a knock, it deviated from the track and landed on the other party's shoulder. He immediately thought to himself, it was a pity.

Since the other party had already called for admitting defeat, he could no longer chase and kill.

Otherwise, many people next to this inn would become witnesses to his imprisonment.

Swish!

The sword light flashed again, and a hole was suddenly cut from Zhao Zongjie's trousers. An ugly nipple fell to the ground, and his lower body suddenly became bleeding.

No good or bad fortune can be summoned by others. Zhao Zongjie was idle and insisted on using suppression to show off. He wanted to take his wife, but he broke his arm in vain, and even lost the lifeblood of a man.

The fishy smell of blood adds a bit of hideousness to the small inn.

The owner of this inn was obviously used to seeing bloody figures in swordsmanship. When he heard the sound of swords colliding, he just turned his head and looked at Zhao Zongjie's broken arm and **. After a little arrangement, he lowered his head and continued to look through the account book that had been a bit old.

As for the drunkard who had been gambling with Zhao Zongjie, he was almost knocked out by the broken sword that had been removed from his hands. When he saw his companion again, he not only became a eunuch, but also had a great future. The rabbit died and the fox suddenly felt sad, and his face was pale as if it were golden paper for a moment.

Chen Shaobai saw that these people had completely lost their courage and could not pose any threat to him, but considering the safety of his fiancée, he only booked a room.

In the sword art duel of Shang Kingdom, the winner can take away the loser and carry all the property except clothes, so Chen Shaobai unceremoniously plundered all the property on Zhao Zongjie.

But in addition to the craftsmanship of the broken sword, Zhao Zongjie only carries two or three taels of silver. Chen Shaobai only thought that the other party was not doing well, so he chose to go out and stole the situation, so he didn't take it seriously.

"Xiaomiao, let's go."

...

Half an hour later.

"Don't fight with others in the future, right? Your physical condition does not allow it."

Miao Yuqin gently wiped Chen Shaobai's face with a hot towel, looked at his pale face, and suggested with some care.

"You are my woman, and I will protect you for the rest of my life. If anyone has any dirty thoughts about you, I will ask if the sword in my hand will agree."

"What if the sword is broken?"

"If the sword is broken, I will turn into a sword with my body and protect you forever."

Although Chen Shaobai's face was bloodless, his eyes were so bright that it was terrifying.

Hearing this, Miao Yuqin was happy, and the red brow seemed to become clearer.

"You will say good things to coax me."

Chen Shaobai smiled and shook his head, closed the window, pointed to the well-made bed and said, "It's getting late, you can rest first."

"I'm tired of practicing later, so I slept on the bench, which can just exercise my alertness."

Miao Yuqin's hands, which were rubbing the hot towel, froze.

After a while, she blushed and said like a mosquito: "Let's have a bed together today."

"What?"

Chen Shaobai had already heard Miao Yuqin's words clearly, but he was a little unbelievable.

After living together for more than ten years, Chen Shaobai knew Miao Yuqin's personality better than anyone else.

Although she is as gentle as jade on weekdays and obeys him, she is particularly persistent in some aspects. Although the two live together, they have never kissed until now, let alone men and women.

"Let's have a bed together today. The bench is cold and hard, and it hurts the body." Miao Yuqin raised the volume a little, but still sounded like a mosquito.

Although she deliberately turned her tone to become weak, Chen Shaobai still heard a hint of nervousness and shame from her trembling voice.

Looking at Miao Yuqin's fair face, which was like a peeled egg, a hint of blush floated, Chen Shaobai picked up the corner of his mouth, revealing an ambiguous look: "Okay, you go to bed first, I'll practice swords."

Miao Yuqin finished washing up in a hurry, and had no time to take off the outermost layer of thick silk cloth, and then crawled into the bed like a frightened deer and curled up.

Although her movements were very fast, Chen Shaobai still keenly captured a touch of pink and white on his shoulders. He couldn't help but feel turbulent and his body gradually became hot.

He suddenly felt that the thick threadbare not only did not play a decorative role, but instead covered Miao Yuqin's appearance a lot, and the clothes that he had long been used to seeing became annoying.

"It has been a hard time with me over the years. Girls of this age should wear the most beautiful clothes and eat the most delicious dishes."

"I must not let her suffer any more in the future."

The love in my heart strengthened Chen Shaobai's belief in pursuing power, so his desire gradually calmed down.

He slowly pulled out the Mengde sword and waved it slowly and silently indoors.

An hour later, Chen Shaobai felt that he was much familiar with this newly obtained heavy bronze sword, and suddenly felt like he had been with him for many years. Although he had not reached the point of using his fingers like an arm, he would not have any dilemma of being thorny again.

If someone provokes him like Zhao Zongjie, the ending will be just a word of death.

After practicing the sword, Chen Shaobai's blood surging all over his body flowed to his limbs and bones. Although he had not sweated, his face gradually became rosy.

The heart's leaps became more powerful.

Feeling much easier on his body as if he was coated with lubricant, Chen Shaobai not only wasn't happy, but instead frowned slightly, and a cold curve was drawn to the corner of his mouth.

"Chen Wei, you are also in Muxi City? I will definitely find you to calculate this hatred slowly."

On that day, in Qiu Huanquan, Chen Wei suddenly took action and exploded Chen Shaobai's heart. Although he had Qi therapy to repair it, he also left indelible sequelae.

The damage to the heart and insufficient blood pumping made him look pale, like a playboy who was overly indulging in desire. This was an elusive meridian damage. Even though the Qi therapy technique was extremely mysterious, he was unable to turn the world around.

As for why this sequelae only broke out after one month, Chen Shaobai didn't know, and he was too lazy to pursue it.

Because he knows how to fix the shortcomings.

"The "Qi Lei" records that when the sword technique is practiced to the point where the magical power is transformed and the sword master is traversing all directions, you can cooperate with the mind to carry qi and blood to nourish and repair the meridians."

Chen Shaobai's swordsmanship is just starting out now. Even though he has an amazing understanding of swordsmanship and excellent qualifications, he cannot be achieved overnight.

This requires long-term practice to accumulate, and it also requires competing with experts to increase your knowledge and experience.

Slowly retracting the sword back into the dark blue shark skin sheath, Chen Shaobai took off his clothes, looked at Miao Yuqin curled up like a baby, and he gently lifted up the sheet...

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