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Volume 3 Smiling Proud Chapter 273 Leng Yue

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    Chapter 273 Leng Yue

    Tang Xianming¡¯s handsome face was uncertain, his breath was heavy, and he stared at Zhao Xiaosi closely.

    He was so ashamed and angry that he didn't expect that he would be defeated by her. Then how could he pursue her?  !

    "My skills are not as good as others, I will teach you another day!" Tang Xianming returned the sword to its sheath, clasped his fists and said loudly, his expression returned to normal.

    After saying this, he nodded to Xiao Yuesheng and Jiang Nanyun, turned around and left.

    Xiao Yuesheng would not let him stay. Watching him walk downstairs, he turned to Jiang Nanyun and said, "This young man is a person who can both take things and let them go!"

    Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled, shaking his head. This Tang Xianming is just a green-headed boy with no self-awareness. Who is he?  !

    But since the master said so, he couldn't refute it face to face, so he could only nod perfunctorily.

    Xiao Yuesheng glared at her angrily, seeing how perfunctory she was, this Nanyun was always against him, so he was no longer his master?  !

    He just thought about it, but had no intention of correcting it. He was confident in his heart and did not need others to treat him respectfully.

    "Sister Zhao, don't feel guilty. It's normal for your skills to be inferior to others." Seeing the look on Zhao Xiaosi's face, Jiang Nanyun smiled and shook his head.

    Zhao Xiaosi looked guilty, as if he had defeated Tang Xianming and felt a little sorry for him.

    She now has a resolute temperament and seems to be a cruel person, but she was originally a gentle and kind person. She was forced to become like this after the sudden change in her family.

    They came out this time to seek trouble from the Songshan Sect so as to practice their moves. Unexpectedly, they met Tang Xianming and tried it on him. He had no grudge against them, but defeated him. Obviously  , the blow was so severe that she couldn't help but feel guilty.

    "Master, I wonder if this man named Tang will be sluggish when he goes back." Jiang Nanyun picked up the teapot, filled it for Xiao Yuesheng, and said with a smile.

    Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand: "That shouldn't be the case."

    ¡°Giggles, he actually wants to challenge you, Master, it¡¯s so funny!¡± Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and shook his head, unable to help but laugh out loud.

    "What's so funny about this?!" Xiao Yuesheng glanced at her and snorted: "This person's martial arts skills are already among the best among the younger generation. It's just bad luck that he met us!"

    Jiang Nanyun nodded, but stopped talking, lowered his head and pursed his lips to drink tea.

    Tang Xianming had a gloomy face. He didn't know how he walked back to the house. He only felt that everyone's eyes on the street seemed to be laughing at him.

    Fortunately, I thought I was extremely skilled in martial arts, but in the end, I couldn't defeat a delicate woman, and she was the one I liked!

    Sitting heavily in the chair, he picked up the teapot on the table, raised his head and drank a few big sips, feeling that even the cold tea could not extinguish the fire in his heart.

    The scene of the fight just now flashed before my eyes. Her movement was like lightning, there was only a light and shadow, elusive, her sword skills were continuous, one sword followed the other, like a torrential flood, pouring down, making people feel despair.  meaning.

    "My own sword technique can't be used, as if I'm stuck in a quagmire. My whole body's internal energy is stagnant and sluggish. It's really weird. This sword technique must be mysterious."

    Slowly, he concentrated on his swordsmanship, swaying his hands slightly, and finally stood up, practicing each move slowly.

    No wonder he is so proud, because he is extremely talented and has a photographic memory. He can remember any sword move after seeing it once. He can practice martial arts extremely quickly, and his meridians are thick, and his internal energy can advance very quickly.  , is a rare talent that the Tang family in Lingnan has seen for hundreds of years.

    The praises of others made him more and more proud, and his martial arts were indeed extremely strong. He practiced hard behind closed doors and made very slow progress, so he went out to explore the martial arts world, experience the martial arts of various schools, increase his experience, and reach his level.  Mountain stones can have the same effect as jade.

    But today, this talented and beautiful person was defeated by a woman who seemed to have ordinary internal strength, which was a huge blow to him.

    Slowly, each move used by Zhao Xiaosi appeared in his hands one by one. Although there were some subtle differences, they were almost identical.

    This is because he was stuck in the quagmire at that time, and all his attention was focused on himself, but his sword skills were somewhat vague. If others were practicing in front of him, he could see it more clearly, and if he was willing to memorize it, he would be able to remember it ten times.  Of**.

    He couldn't practice Zhao Xiaosi's footwork, and couldn't see her feet clearly at all. He felt that her lotus feet didn't seem to move, as if she was stepping on a small boat on the lake, but he saw people moving forward, but no feet moved.

    After rehearsing it twice, his expression suddenly changed, he threw the sword hard, and with a hiss, it was inserted into the thick dark red carpet, leaving only half of it outside.

      Sitting directly on the carpet, he was breathing heavily, his handsome face was red as if he was drunk, but his eyes were burning.

    He slapped his palms heavily on the carpet, extremely angry. The sword technique he practiced just now was not as powerful as when she used it. It seemed that the sword moves were mediocre and had no power at all. The footwork was the key!

    Tang Xianming's eyesight is indeed sharp. If the chain sword is used alone, it is ordinary, but if it is combined with the seven-ring step, it becomes a top-notch sword technique, turning decay into magic.

    Seeing how angry he was, the four guards were puzzled, but did not say anything. They only guarded his safety and ignored ordinary trivial matters.

    "Chang Qing, do you think that Xiao Yihan is really that powerful?!" Tang Xianming raised his head and asked a middle-aged guard standing in front of him.

    Chang Qing took a step forward and nodded solemnly: "Young Master, my subordinates can't see his depth, but that Jiang Nanyun is very scary!"

    "Oh -?" Tang Xianming stood up, his handsome face returned to normal, he pulled the sword back into its sheath, sat back in the chair, picked up the teapot, and took another sip.

    Seeing him like this, Chang Qing continued: "When my subordinate wanted to take action, she glanced over at me, as if her whole body froze, her internal energy was not functioning properly, it was simply a magic trick!"

    ¡°Huh¡ª¡ª?!¡± Tang Xianming was startled, holding the teapot in the air, and turned to the other three people.

    "Young Master, what Chang Qing said is true, and my subordinates also feel the same way!" One of them took a step forward, nodded heavily, with a heavy expression on his face.

    Tang Xianming looked at the other two people. They all nodded slowly, their faces were solemn, their brows were furrowed, and their eyes were gloomy.

    "This Jiang Nan Yun is so scary?!" Tang Xianming looked hesitantly, frowning and asked slowly.

    Chang Qing blushed, stared at Tang Xianming closely, and hummed in a deep voice: "Young Master, if this subordinate makes one false statement, the sky will strike like lightning!"

    "Okay, how can I not believe you?!" Tang Xianming waved his hand, lowered his head and muttered: "I made a miscalculation. I didn't expect that there is such a master in the world!"

    Chang Qing and the other three people all nodded slightly. They felt the same way. They never thought that there would be such a terrifying master in the world who could defeat others without moving.

    Tang Xianming lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then raised his head suddenly and slashed down with his arms: "Let's go back tomorrow!"

    "Yes." Chang Qing and the other four clasped their fists solemnly, took a step back, and stood outside the hall, not to disturb Tang Xianming any more.

    He walked up and down the hall, thinking over and over again, and the situation when he did it kept reappearing in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more ridiculous he felt, and he had no power to fight back!

    Suddenly, Chang Qing¡¯s deep voice came from outside the door: ¡°Young Master, the master is coming soon!¡±

    "What?!" Tang Xianming asked loudly, turned around suddenly, strode out, and said at the same time: "Why is my dad here too?! Where is he?!"

    "The master is almost outside the door." Chang Qing lowered his head and replied respectfully. The other three followed him in a hurry and headed towards the outer door to greet him.

    Before reaching the gate of the house, I saw three people standing inside the door, one man standing in front and the other two standing behind him, seemingly as guards.

    "My child has seen his father!" Tang Xianming strode quickly, hurried a few steps, knelt down in front of him, and kowtowed three times.

    The man was tall and burly, a head taller than Tang Xianming. His face was like a full moon, and his beard and beard were all white. He was swaying in the breeze, and he was dignified and heavy, but also revealed a bit of coolness.

    He is none other than Tang Bifeng, the contemporary head of the Tang family in Lingnan.

    His waist was as straight as a javelin, he stood with his hands behind his back, and waved his left hand: "Get up."

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    Tang Xianming stood up respectfully and said in a low voice: "Daddy is worried. Everything is fine with the child."

    "Are we going to see your cousin?!" Tang Bifeng walked inside with a steady pace, and he had the majestic bearing of someone who has been in a position of power for a long time.

    As the head of the Tang family in Lingnan, he not only has profound martial arts skills, he also holds a high position in the temple and has a majestic bearing.

    Tang Xianming followed behind him, following suit, and entered the hall. Tang Bifeng sat on a chair in the middle. Two guards stood behind him, silent and tense, like lifeless puppets.

    "Dad, I've been a little busy lately, so I haven't been able to take care of it yet." Tang Xianming stepped forward, personally filled the tea cup for his father, offered it to him with both hands, and glanced at him cautiously.

    "What are you busy with?!" Tang Bifeng frowned with his slender eyebrows, opened the tea cup, held it lightly, and looked up at him.

    "" Tang Xianming hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, raised his head, and looked at his father with a very solemn expression: "Father, I want to learn "Leng Yue Xin"??¡·!  "

    Tang Bifeng slowly put down the tea cup, turned his head and looked at Tang Xianming, looking up and down. His slender eyes were as bright as substance.

    "Have you ever had a fight with someone?" He said lightly, picked up the tea cup and took a sip, his expression was leisurely and calm.

    "The child is incompetent and fell into the hands of a woman!" Tang Xianming gritted his teeth and said slowly, his handsome face flushed with shame.

    "Oh?" Tang Bifeng raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Which master is it?"

    "The son is extremely talented and beautiful, which is rare to see in hundreds of years. Such a genius is naturally arrogant, and it is not a bad thing for him to suffer some setbacks.

    Tang Xianming whispered: "She is unknown, not a famous expert."

    "Are you a reclusive person?" Tang Bifeng said with a faint smile.

    Tang Xianming shook his head, took a breath, and braced himself: "She is younger than me, but her martial arts skills are so mysterious that I have no power to fight back in front of her!"

    ¡°Huh¡ª¡ª?!¡± Tang Bifeng raised his eyebrows, but still had a faint smile on his face.

    Tang Xianming knew that his father had always had this smile on his face. No matter he was happy, angry or sad, he always wore this smile and he couldn't take it seriously.

    Tang Bifeng put down the tea cup again and asked in a deep voice: "Xianming, what is going on?!"

    Tang Xianming did not dare to hide anything, so he told what happened one by one, including the details of his failure.

    Half an hour later, Tang Bifeng woke up from his deep meditation, frowned, looked at Tang Xianming with a heavy expression, and shook his head: "No, the "Leng Yue Heart Sutra" is too difficult. Once you practice it, you have to figure it out yourself.  It¡¯s really dangerous, so let¡¯s think about it before saying anything!¡±

    Tang Xianming was anxious and said hurriedly: "Father, except for the "Leng Yue Heart Sutra", none of our Tang family's martial arts can compare with Jiang Nanyun!"

    Tang Bifeng was silent, thought for a while, and said: "I have also heard about Xiao Yihan's reputation. He is indeed the best master in the world. Otherwise, Zuo Lengchan of the Songshan Sect would have killed him long ago. Jiang Nanyun is said to have obtained the master's true biography.  "

    Tang Bifeng added: "Although Jiang Nan Yun has high martial arts skills and is ruthless, she behaves fairly decently. If you don't offend her, she won't offend you. As long as you don't offend her, she won't offend you. There's no need to compete with her!"  "

    "Father, I really can't stand having a woman pressing on my head!" Tang Xianming snorted, with a suffocated look on his face.

    Tang Bifeng shook his head and smiled: "Behind her is Xiao Yihan. In today's world, unless it is Master Fang Zheng or Dongfang Bubai, who is sure that he can defeat him?!"

    "As long as I practice the "Leng Yue Heart Sutra", I will definitely be able to defeat him!" Tang Xianming said seriously, with a look of fanaticism in his eyes.

    Tang Bifeng shook his head and changed the subject: "It's time you went to see your cousin!"

    "Cousin, she is very happy now, why should we join in the fun?!" Tang Xianming said sourly, but still did not give up, saying: "No matter what, I will practice the "Leng Yue Heart Sutra"!"

    "Shut up!" Tang Bifeng slapped his hand hard and shouted in a deep voice. His face suddenly changed, from the faint smile just now to sinking, and the atmosphere suddenly became depressed.

    He squinted his eyes slightly, staring at Tang Xianming closely, and shouted: "If you can master the current martial arts, you will naturally become a first-class master. The quality of the martial arts is not important, the key is the person who performs it!"

    "Yes." Tang Xianming nodded helplessly. If he said any more, his father would be furious, like a violent storm.

    "From now on, you are not allowed to mention the "Leng Yue Heart Sutra" to me again!" Tang Bifeng said coldly, picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

    On the way back to Guanyun Villa, Zhao Xiaosi looked around excitedly, and suddenly he hoped that someone from the Songshan Sect would come out to assassinate him, and was about to take the opportunity to practice his sword skills.

    However, the more she expected them to come, they just didn't come. She could only wave her sword in the air and shake her head helplessly.

    "Sister Zhao, if they don't come, maybe they have received some news." Jiang Nanyun glanced at her, pursed her lips and smiled.

    "What news will they receive?" Zhao Xiaosi asked curiously, with one hand still pressed on the hilt of the sword, wishing that someone would come over to find trouble right away.

    "Sister Zhao, you defeated Tang Xianming, maybe it has spread out!" Jiang Nanyun said with a faint smile, his bright eyes full of light.

    "How can it be so fast?!" Zhao Xiaosi still had a clear mind and shook his head.

    Jiang Nanyun suddenly burst into giggles, causing Zhao Xiaosi's face to turn red. He finally realized that Jiang Nanyun was making fun of him and hurriedly tickled her.

    The two women started to fight, and they immediately attracted countless looks. The beautiful women were fighting, there was something very touching about it, you couldn't help but watch it.

    "Miss Zhao"??You defeated Mr. Tang today with some tricks.  "Xiao Yuesheng said slowly, with gentle eyes and a solemn expression.

    "Yes, Mr. Xiao." Zhao Xiaosi nodded hurriedly, showing no sign of dissatisfaction.

    "If Mr. Tang can keep his composure, he may not be able to defeat you," Xiao Yuesheng said slowly with a gentle voice and a solemn tone: "When you start the Seven Ring Steps, there is always a short pause, and it is easy to let him down.  People take chances.¡±

    Zhao Xiaosi nodded vigorously. She also understood that her shortcoming was lack of proficiency. Although she worked hard, she could not completely make up for it.

    "Mr. Xiao, I will practice hard in the future." She said loudly, with a solemn expression and a strong tone, obviously determined.

    "The way to practice Kung Fu is not to practice hard. It's best to just relax." Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand and reminded him warmly.

    "Yes." Zhao Xiaosi nodded.

    While they were talking, they unknowingly arrived at Guanyun Villa.

    "Senior Brother, do you really want to use this stupid trick named Xiao?!" Yue Lingshan, dressed in a light pink Luo shirt, was beautiful and charming, standing in front of Linghu Chong with her hands on her hips, and asked in a sweet voice.

    The sound of the waterfall roared, and when the wind blew, the water vapor filled the air. The two of them were standing under the waterfall. Linghu Chong was slowly taking off his clothes and going to the bottom of the waterfall.

    Linghu Chong nodded, took off his shirt, and was shirtless. While looking at the waterfall, he said, "Mr. Xiao's method sounds very reasonable."

    "It's such a cold day!" Yue Lingshan stamped her feet hard, her face full of worry, and sighed softly: "But you haven't recovered your internal strength yet, so you won't be able to stand."

    "It's precisely because I have no internal strength that I'm standing down there!" Linghu Chong smiled slightly and comforted him with a smile: "Exercise your muscles and bones here, I seem to have heard someone say it."

    "I don't believe it! I've never heard of it!" Yue Lingshan asked delicately.

    "Okay, junior sister, don't mess around anymore, I'll go down and take a look." Linghu Chong waved his hand and finally took off his upper body completely, shirtless, and slowly approached the bottom of the waterfall along the lake.

    The closer he got, the more he could feel the impact of the waterfall, as if it was not just water, but also had a spiritual impact, and everything he could see was filled with torrential water.

    He walked from the outer edge inward, walking more and more hastily. Finally, under Yue Lingshan's gaze, he reached the foot of the waterfall.

    Under the waterfall, there is a huge stone, which was smoothed and rounded by the impact. After the waterfall hit it, it flowed down along the terrain, forming a small pool below. The pool overflowed, and then flowed down to form a landscape.

    Linghu Chong slowly walked towards the big rock, wanting to stand underneath and accept the impact of the waterfall, but unexpectedly, he couldn't reach the rock and was knocked down.

    With a sudden "plop", he fell into the pool under the stone. There was no danger there, so Yue Lingshan didn't feel much worried.

    Linghu Chong knew how to swim, and he managed to get out again. His whole body was soaked in water, but he couldn't be frightened away.

    So and so, he wanted to get close to the stone, wanted to stand on the stone, but the waterfall was so strong that it hit him with great force.

    Linghu Chong had no internal strength and could not support himself. He only swam five or six times and was already exhausted. His face turned pale and he no longer had any strength.

    "Senior Brother, stop practicing, this is not a good idea!" Yue Lingshan said softly from the side again, quite unconvinced.

    "Don't worry, junior sister, I will be careful." Linghu Chong smiled and shook his head, patting his chest to assure himself, but he was lying next to him, feeling a little less energetic.
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