Lanke Chess Edge

"What you said makes sense. They must see it more clearly than you. Let's make it four."

Ji Yuan smiled and said something lightly, which made Zuo Wuji stunned for a moment. This kind of words should have been obviously a joke, but for some reason, coming out of the mouth of this big gentleman, there is always a feeling that this must be a joke. The strange feeling of fact.

"Mr. Big, do you know them? Are they their predecessors in the Jianghu?"

Obviously the old gentleman in front of him doesn't look old, but Zuo Wuji doesn't think he is young when he looks closely, so that he suddenly said the word "senior", but he felt a little absurd after saying it, after all, those four Among the heroes, such as Lu Chengfeng, has already had a grandson.

"I won't talk about Jianghu if you don't have Jianghu, but you can still be worthy of a senior, um, what kind of weapon do you like best? Since you are a descendant of Zuoli, do you like swords more?"

Zuo Wuji grinned, raised the bamboo stick in his left hand, and then slammed the pestle heavily on the ground, making a muffled "dong~".

"Then how can I know, but my great-grandfather once told me when he was still alive that a real master is not limited to weapons, every plant and tree is a sharp weapon, I think..."

As he spoke, Zuo Wuji, who was only as tall as Ji Yuan's chest, turned the stick with both hands like a dancing stick, making the stick make a sweeping sound of "woo... woo... woo...".

"It's better to have toughness, it can be used as a stick!"

Then Zuo Wuji held the stick in both hands, and swept it to one side, his strength is not bad at such a young age, even when the stick is chopping down, there is a sound of wind.

"It can also be used as a knife! Of course, it is best to use sword skills or spear skills."

The child grasped the flat stick and stabbed forward, the flat stick stably pierced the air forward, at the end the tip trembled unceasingly, like a snake spitting out letters.

"Anyway, I like a lot of martial arts, and of course I like to change weapons a lot. But I'm still young and my body hasn't grown up yet. There's no rush for this kind of thing. I have plenty of time to think about it before I grow up."

Ji Yuan looked at the stick in Zuo Wuji's hand, and joked with a smile.

"I think your straight stick is very good. It can be used as a knife, gun, sword, halberd and stick, and it can also be used to work and resist things..."

After saying this with a smile, Ji Yuan withdrew his gaze and walked out of the gazebo.

"It's getting cold, go back earlier, I'll talk to those four people."

Hearing Ji Yuan's words, Zuo Wuji, who was staring at the flat stick in a daze, came back to his senses just because of his last sentence, was it really a joke just now?

"Hey, Mr. Big, you still haven't said who you are!"

"My name is Ji Yuan. You should have heard my name before. Don't tell others that you have seen me."

Ji Yuan didn't turn his head back, his figure gradually moved away with the lingering sound.

Zuo Wuji's eyes widened all of a sudden, his already beating heart became even more violent, he grabbed his stick and hurriedly chased out of the pavilion, but no matter how hard he chased, he couldn't catch up with Ji Yuan. The eyes became more and more blurred, and soon disappeared.

Zuo Wuji is very excited now, after recovering, he kept punching the air.

Who is Ji Yuan? Of course Zuo Wuji has heard of it. As a child, he once said that the Zuo family had a relationship with an immortal with the same surname as Ji. Even the old ancestor Zuo Li had been taught by this immortal. Many people in previous generations said they saw it with their own eyes, and Zuo Wuji firmly believed in it, but he did not expect to see it today.

When Ji Yuan said his name taboo, Zuo Wuji believed it immediately, it was a very pure feeling, as if it was a matter of course that Mr.

...

In the dead of night, Wang Ke, who was sitting in the room reading at night by the lamp, suddenly felt drowsy, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier. At this time, Wang Ke subconsciously glanced at his own seal next to the oil lamp. Fortunately, the seal No response.

'It seems that I am really tired...'

Wang Ke originally wanted to cheer up and go to bed, but after barely holding on for more than ten breaths, he swayed and fell asleep leaning against the table.

In various places where the Yan family lived together, Lu Chengfeng sat on the threshold of the door, looking at the moonlight in the sky, and at the same time, he had just finished a pot of Tusu wine. Now, Yan Fei rubbed his forehead, feeling a tingle A faint feeling of drunkenness rose, and he murmured with a smile.

"How can you drink, okay, it seems to be getting worse..."

"Bang... Gululu..."

The wine bottle fell to the ground with the hem of his arm, and rolled towards the outside of the door, while Lu Chengfeng had already fallen asleep leaning against the door frame.

Du Heng had already gone to bed to rest. Whenever he had the opportunity these years, he would try his best to maintain a suitable schedule so that he would be energetic at all times. At this moment, his eyelids were shaking as he was sleeping soundly, and he didn't know if he was dreaming.

Yan Fei sat cross-legged in his room, with his long sword across his knees, his eyes slightly closed and his eyes fixed on the inside, he was in the process of cultivating, but at this moment, he frowned, and suddenly opened his eyes, just like this The posture has passed for a long time, but the breathing has long been even and relaxed, and he fell asleep with his eyes open.

In a certain courtyard of the Yan family's settlement, in one of the rooms, on a long bed that could accommodate several adults, several children were sleeping, all from the Zuo family and from the Yan family, a family of blacksmiths.

At this moment, the children were already sound asleep, and now the weather has become cold, the other children are all wrapped in quilts, but Zuo Wuji sleeps very poorly, occupying one-third of the big bed by himself, and kicked off his own quilt to dress up, Curled up and hugged the pillow, still chattering in his sleep.

"Squeak~"

There was a slight sound of opening the door, and an old woman with gray hair walked into the room quietly, her eyes swept over the sleeping children, she just shook her head and smiled when she saw Zuo Wuji.

'This child...'

The old woman walked to the side of the bed, first pulled up the quilt kicked away by Zuo Wuji and gently covered him, then checked each child's quilt, and helped them tuck the corners tightly before leaving in peace out of the house.

After the old lady left, a little paper crane took advantage of her unpreparedness and quickly flew over her head, quickly flew past the closing door, and entered the room.

The little paper crane flew to a table next to the bed, stood at the corner of the table, stretched out its wings, and started to click from the right. After clicking on the third one, it flew closer to confirm, and saw that it was indeed Zuo Wuji, that’s right, the little paper crane just flew It came to Zuo Wuji's bedside and looked at the child curiously. It carefully looked left and right, landed on the bed and approached Zuo Wuji, and put a wing on top of the child's head. The crane "saw" that hazy dream.

...

At this moment, Zuo Wuji was in a strange dream. He dreamed that the fisted hero he had seen before was sitting by a lake by a tree and kept drinking, and kept asking him to buy wine. Zuo Wuji came After running back and forth several times, the hero drank faster than water, and his stomach didn't look too bloated, so he couldn't help but wonder where so much alcohol went.

When the drink was almost over, the hero with fists was doing drunken fists there, every move looked very brilliant and powerful, Zuo Wuji watched it very engrossed, and didn't rush to drum up until the hero finished fighting. clap up.

"Papa, papa..." "Okay, it's really good, it's amazing!"

"Hahaha, are you here to play too?"

Lu Chengfeng staggered over and picked up a flagon on the ground.

"Huh? Me? I don't know how to do drunken fist..."

Lu Chengfeng blushed, staggered to the side of Zuo Wuji, and looked him up and down.

"Mister really didn't lie to me, he is a good seed, um, you watched me fight Drunken Fist once, and you still don't know how to fight?"

"No one will be able to read it once..."

Zuo Wuji was very innocent. In this dream, he didn't realize that he and Lu Chengfeng were too familiar.

"Well, then do you know how to fight ordinary boxing?"

"It will definitely be!"

After Zuo Wuji finished speaking, he noticed that Lu Chengfeng's expression became very strange, and then the hero suddenly grabbed his head and lifted the flagon in his hand.

"Very good, I know how to punch, but I'm almost drunk, I'll help you!"

"Woo... I woo... Gulu Gulu Gulu..."

After a long time, Zuo Wuji let out a long belch with a "burp~~~~~"...

...

Zuo Wuji's consciousness was a little fuzzy, and when he was in a trance, he saw a square object hitting his forehead, but he couldn't dodge it when he wanted to dodge it. He could only see a vague word "prison" on the square object.

After the sound of "啪~", Zuo Wuji's eyes lit up with gold stars, but he suddenly woke up.

"Boy, with your vigilance, you have been killed no less than ten times when you wandered outside alone! Do you know why you faint?"

Surrounded by forests at night, and in the distance is a dimly lit town, a tall man stood aside and asked in a teasing tone.

"Why do you feel dizzy? I, I seem to have been drunk, and then..."

"Hahaha, do you know it's wine? Someone drugged the wine at dinner. If it wasn't for the unstable toxicity of the drug and the imprint on my body, you would have gone to the underworld long ago! Come on, take the Qingxin Pill !"

As the man said, he grabbed Zuo Wuji's mouth, regardless of whether he agreed or not, he directly took a pill, and after taking the medicine, Zuo Wuji, whose hands and feet were a little sore, suddenly felt his physical strength returned.

"How about it? You're awake? It's good to be awake. Follow me back to investigate. The thief is really very vigilant. You can't lie to him, but as far as I know, this person is very conceited. He knows that Wang is coming. , but still dare to stay in the city, thinking about fighting with me, this is a good opportunity for you to learn, let's go!"

As he said that, Zuo Wuji found himself supported by the person in front of him, then he flew into the air, and flew towards the city at high speed as he performed his lightness kung fu.

...

Following Wang Ke's careful pursuit of clues, he tried to solve the case. When he finally chased after the criminal, only Zuo Wuji and the criminal were left alone. In a trance, Zuo Wuji suddenly found that the person standing opposite him He was actually a one-armed hero.

"Be sober! Although I'm competing with a kid like you, Du won't just play with you! Come over here!"

"Huh? I, I..."

"Where's your weapon? Is this it?"

"ah?"

Zuo Wuji was stunned for a moment, and then found that he was holding a flat stick in his right hand.

"Since you don't attack, then I will attack!"

After Du Heng said this, his back shook.

"Zheng~"

With the long knife out of its sheath on the back, Du Heng leaped towards the sky, grabbed the long knife in the air and slashed at the child in front.

"Hey, hey, wait a minute..."

...

"Ah... ho ho ho..."

Zuo Wuji sat up at once, touched his whole body out of breath, and then found that his skin was not broken, and those small cut wounds disappeared, his expression was a little dazed, and he didn't understand why he had to check his body.

"woke up?"

Hearing this, Zuo Wuji raised his head, and found a man with a sword standing in front of him, and his position turned out to be on the edge of a cliff.

"Son, in your heart, warriors are competing with warriors, have you thought about other things?"

"Other...isn't number one in the world enough?"

"Hehe, there are more than just people in this world, come and see!"

Yan Fei stretched out his finger and pointed to the direction under the cliff, Zuo Wuji shook his head and stood up, carefully approaching the cliff, for fear that he would fall, and when his eyes turned down, he was so frightened that his legs limp and fell back.

"Oh my mother! What, what is this? How can there be such a big spider..."

Yan Fei was riding the wind, standing on the edge of the cliff squinting at the huge spider web below, and above it was a spider the size of a waterwheel.

"Of course it's a monster. This is a man-eating monster. The numerous bones in the valley below the mountain are its masterpieces. If warriors don't cultivate truly extraordinary martial arts, they will not be able to match this monster."