Since receiving his grandfather's gift to his horse that day, Lu Bu has become quiet in a rare situation. His favorite thing every day is to ride a horse and gallop on the grassland. Since then, Lu Bu has been with his horse all day, carefully cooking, and almost never leaves.

Lu Bu's equestrian skills are also more sophisticated than before. He flipped over the horse's back, turned sideways, stood up, shot archers, and flipped over. The complex and complicated equestrian skills gradually made Lu Bu feel a clear and light charm.

Days are like rosary, passing by day after day, strung into weeks, and moon into moments. In a blink of an eye, half a year passed by in a hurry.

In the fourth year of Jianning, the vernal equinox just passed, and Lu Bu was ten years old in a few months.

However, there was one thing he had been holding his mind, that is, he had not learned anything related to the halberd technique from his father or others, and he had never seen the legendary ultimate killing weapon: Fang Tian Hua Ji!

I have been striking from my father, asked from my mother, and asked from my grandfather in a coquettish manner, without any clues or clues.

What made Lu Bu feel most incredible was that his father's weapon was not a halberd, but a scimitar. The family's inheritance was not a halberd technique, but a martial art called "Lu Family Scimitar". Moreover, this "Lu Family Scimitar" was created by his father and was the first generation of founders.

His father Lu Liang wanted Lu Bu to carry forward the sword skills of his family. Lu Bu shook his head firmly, but he didn't learn it! He was afraid that he would learn this martial arts when he was a child, and he would become natural in the future. He would be very uncomfortable when learning more advanced martial arts, which means he lost the original plasticity of full aura!

What's more, think of such a scene: Lu Bu and Guan Erye fight with him, holding a heavy scimitar, while Guan Erye holds a Qinglong Yanyue Sword.

Could this be another version of the so-called "playing a big sword in front of Guan Gong"?

Lu Bu was riding a horse on the trail in the fort, feeling a little depressed, but soon he felt that he was still riding his horse and forgetting everything. The Optimist School had become Lu Bu's exclusive mark without realizing it. Looking at the beautiful and changing white clouds on the grassland countless times, it was a bit unreasonable to be unaware of it.

"Whose child is the one who rides a horse and looks at the road!" A slight reprimanding voice came from the front.

Lu Bu looked up and found an ordinary alien standing in front of the horse.

He looked average, at the age of thirty-five or six. He was wearing a plain gray robe worn by ordinary herders, and his face looked a little dark like a weathered herder. Some of his hands looked like thick calluses left by the herders who had been grazing for a long time with whips. Lu Bu almost thought that he was just an ordinary herder.

But he was not, because he had a sword on his waist.

In the Eastern Han Dynasty, only nobles, scholars and rangers had the right to wear swords. Ordinary people had no right to wear swords.

The person in front of him is neither a scholar nor a nobleman, so his identity is about to emerge: Ranger!

Rangers are an unpredictable group, and their strengths are uneven, which is shocking. Many famous generals from the Three Kingdoms are Rangers before they come out. Many gangsters and gangsters in the Three Kingdoms are Rangers as long as they are not afraid of death and are loyal.

Lu Bu did not say nonsense, his hand condensed into a fist, and he punched the stranger in front of him. Whether he was the upper-class ranger can tell at one try.

Lu Bu's punch was so powerful that he made all his strength, and then suddenly attacked him, which was impossible for ordinary people to take.

However, the herdsman Yiren took it and only used two fingers, index finger and middle finger to clamp Lu Bu's fist. The nine-year-old Lu Bu's small fist was stuck between his two fingers and could not move at all.

"Just kidding, why bother to be serious? Let's go? This hero!" Lu Bu said with a smile.

"Little baby, it's not a gentleman to attack secretly!" The herdsman Yiren scolded him, but took his finger back.

"Hey, this hero, how are your martial arts?" Lu Bu smiled happily, but there was a little cunning hidden in his smile.

"In the world, I am only afraid of one person, and the rest are all native chickens and tiles!" Shepherd Yiren said proudly.

He has a very strong tone, strong strength, and a very arrogant temper. There is another person who is more powerful than him, most of whom is his master!

This stream of information quickly passed through Lu Bu's mind.

He turned over from the horse to show respect, and then asked: Do you accept your disciples? You are very skilled in martial arts. If you don’t find a successor, wouldn’t you be sorry to all the masters? Lu Bu is not talented and wants to recommend himself!

"You? Lu Bu?" The herdsman Yiren sneered, with a little disdain in his laughter.

"I'm better than you in the future!" Lu Bu did not glar at him because of his contempt, but stared at the eyes of the Shepherd's Yiren with bright eyes and said loudly.

"Do you know that many people have said this to me, but now they are all dead under my sword!" The Shepherd Yiren said proudly.

"You are jealous of the virtuous and jealous of the abilities. You can't just secretly harm others when you see that they are more talented than you, right? Then you, the master, shouldn't want it!" Lu Bu was a little regretful, and was very disdainful. Then Feng Qingyun shook his head calmly.

"Little baby, clever! The provocation method is useless to me!" The Shepherd Yiren is not a professional martial arts fanatic, and his IQ is also not low.

"So difficult to deal with?" Lu Bu was worried about, "If you are a person, you have weaknesses. Where is this person's weakness?"

But the wrist of Shepherd Yiren suddenly moved. He put Lu Bu's wrist in his hand, as if it had paused for a few breaths. Then he said a shocking sentence: I'm going to take it away, your disciple!

The storm changed suddenly, the sky was trampled, and the Shepherd Yi Ren changed his attitude after Nie Lu Bu's wrist pulse, which made Lu Bu feel a sense of unreal dizziness!

"Okay, I want to learn from the halberd, the most powerful halberd!" After all, Lu Bu had an adult mentality, so he quickly calmed down and said in a deep voice.

"No, I won't teach the halberd technique, the halberd technique is too powerful!" said Sheep Yiren proudly.

"Puff" Although Lu Bu claimed that his bloodline was strong and stable, he vomited blood by the other party's tone of super divine body words. He suddenly exhaled in one breath.

"What do you call this hero?" Lu Bu's tone was a little disappointed. It seemed that Lu Bu's halberd technique was not learned from this person. But judging from this person's arrogant look, it is still beneficial to make a good relationship.

"Wu Ming, live in Qu'a!" Wu Ming said lightly.

Wuming? Lu Bu sorted out the powerful people living in the Eastern Han Dynasty several times in his mind, without any impression of this name. In this way, there are only three possibilities.

First, this is a pretentious charlatan, first of all, exclude it!

First, this person is another powerful person buried by history. The possibility is very high.

First, this person used a fake name to deal with it perfunctorily. With this person's arrogance, it is also excluded!

"The martial arts of the world are the only ones who are the most important! If you are willing to learn swords, I guarantee you to become the second swordsman in the world!" Wuming held back his arrogance and reluctantly explained.

"Why isn't the best in the world?" Lu Bu asked.

"As long as I haven't died under someone else's sword, I will always be the best in the world!" Wuming said solemnly with a sharp look.

"If I learn martial arts from you and swordsmanship surpasses you, wouldn't I be the best in the world?" Lu Bu asked a dead-end question, wanting to see how the arrogant and unnamed master in front of him answered.

"If you are the number one swordsman in the world, then I must have died! I die in your hands!" Wuming said with a complicated expression and a little melancholy.

"Wuming hero, you'd better go! I think I can't learn swordsmanship with you!" Lu Bu was quite chilling. According to Wuming's thinking, if you want to be the best in the world, you must kill your master to prove the truth and discuss martial arts! This is really unreasonable!

"You apprentice, I'm going to take it away. Come with me!" Wuming stretched out a pair of calluses and was about to pull Lu Bu away.

"Aren't you not good at halberd skills? I don't learn swords!" Lu Bu dodged and said.

"No matter what you learn, as long as you go to my master, you will be the best in the world in whatever you learn! Apart from the sword!" Wuming said.

"Okay, I'll go to see Master with you, but I'm going to say goodbye to my family!"

Lu Bu pondered for a while, but he didn't want to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so he agreed to learn martial arts.

"Why do you have to be so troublesome? I will just write a book and give it to your family!" Wuming said impatiently.

"There is no paper, pen, and book simplified book here. How do you compile books?" Lu Bu looked around and continued: Why don't you let me go home and have a few breezes!

Wuming refused and said confidently: Look at it, little baby!

With a "swoosh", Wuming drew his sword!

I saw the sword light flashing, and Lu Bu's eyes were a little sore when he stabbed in the sun.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

The sound of the sword falls, and the sword returns to the sheath.

Wuming said proudly: Little baby, it’s OK!

Lu Bu looked along Wuming's gaze and suddenly became shocked. But he saw that there were sword marks on his body on the black horse he usually rode, and there were messy horse hair on the ground.

"Ten years later, I will return it to you!"

On the side of the horse is a line of words engraved with sword marks. The words are elegant and elegant, just like sword dancing. You can see a clear film and horse skin at the engraving. When you engrave the words on the horse, only a layer of horse hair fell off outside, but there was no trace of blood dripping out, and there was no pain in the horse's roar. This sword technique is simply unheard of, and it has never been heard of.

Wuming slapped the black horse and the foal seemed to have been threatened by some unconventional threat. He roared at Lu Bu reluctantly. Seeing that Lu Bu did not respond, he jumped back to Lu Bu's home.

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The northern mountain Hengshan and Taihengshan were called Changshan in this era. The scenery of Changshan can be described as vast and vast, towering and majestic.

On Zhurong Peak, the highest peak of Changshan, there are several thatched huts that are obviously built in some years. They are built on cliffs, and there are several acres of vegetable fields and medicine gardens in front of the hut, which live tenaciously in this cold mountain atmosphere. The fog in the mountains appears and disappears from time to time, and the clouds are like guardians wandering at low altitudes, forgotten from far away, as if they are in a fairyland sea of ​​clouds.
Chapter completed!