Good job!
It's been a long time since I last had a drink.
“Come on, do it!!!”
At this time, the song ended.
Dongfang Bubai suddenly stood up, raised his glass and shouted "Cheers".
Feng Qingyang was shocked and thought he was discovered.
But it turned out that Dongfang Bubai's face was red and he was already drunk.
"Hahaha, I raise my glass to the moon and my shadow, and we become three!"
Swish!
Dongfang Bubai suddenly drew his sword, but not the cangchi sword together, but only the long sword, and under Feng Qingyang's gaze, he performed the Huashan sword technique.
But, Dongfang Bubai has only been exposed to the Huashan sword technique for a few days?
No need to act at all!
Even if you try your best, you will still look like a bird.
At first Feng Qingyang was very curious and watched with shining eyes, but after a few moves he became depressed. It was really an eyesore!
It's hard to look at!
"The disciples of Mount Hua today are truly... ignorant and unreasonable!"
Feng Qingyang could hardly hold back and walked away.
But Dongfang Bubai didn't notice Feng Qingyang at all. He was holding a wine gourd in one hand and dancing with a sword in the other, and he seemed very pleased with himself.
After ten moves, the sword technique stopped.
Dongfang Bubai's face was flushed, and he was holding up the wine gourd and making a series of noises.
Then, he laughed again, and then, under the influence of alcohol, he sang out loud.
"Have you not seen that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns?"
Swish!
The sword technique suddenly changed!
Feng Qingyang, who was about to leave, stopped when he heard the poem. He looked again and his eyebrows raised, and his white beard trembled.
"Huh?! This...is not the Huashan Sword Technique!"
"Besides, compared to what happened just now, this is completely different!"
As a master of swordsmanship, and the strongest swordsman in the world, Feng Qingyang has a sharp eyesight, especially in swordsmanship, where he can see the clues at a glance.
At this moment, Dongfang Bubai's swordsmanship is clearly not Huashan's swordsmanship!
And just now, Dongfang Bubai's Huashan swordsmanship was so horrible that it was unbearable to watch. It also made Feng Qingyang think that the Huashan Sect had declined into such a terrible state...
As a result, Dongfang Bubai now used another set of swordsmanship.
It is completely different from the Huashan swordsmanship and there is no connection at all. What is even more shocking is that if the Huashan swordsmanship that Dongfang Bubai performed was shit, this set of swordsmanship at this moment is smooth and natural!
This is a master of swordsmanship!
Judging from this move, he is probably not inferior to Yue Buqun!
Was it a coincidence, or had he practiced this move diligently?
I crave wine, poetry, and swordsmanship!!!
Feng Qingyang stopped and looked carefully, unable to suppress his curiosity.
But Dongfang Bubai was completely drunk.
After one move, there was another round of "tuntuntun", and then he continued to sing.
"Have you not seen the white hair in the mirror in the hall, which was black in the morning and turned to white in the evening?"
brush!
Feng Qingyang could see from the changing sword moves that this was still the unfamiliar sword technique, and it was still smooth and natural, and could be called a masterpiece!
Tuntuntun.
"When life is good, enjoy it to the fullest; don't let your golden cup face the moon empty."
The sword moves changed again.
Tuntuntun···
"I was born with talents that will be useful. Even if I lose all my money, I will return it! Come back! Come back..."
The sword moves changed violently, like the Milky Way falling from the sky, vast and mighty, opening and closing.
"Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is fun, and at the party we must drink three hundred cups."
The sword moves are light, cheerful and free.
"Master Cen, Mr. Danqiu, let's drink, please don't stop. I will sing a song for you, please listen carefully."
With two consecutive moves, I am like a gentleman with a sword, calling my friends openly and dignifiedly, and watch my swordsmanship!
"Bells, drums, and delicacies are not expensive, but I wish to be drunk forever and never wake up."
The sword moves are repeated and the sword lights are everywhere, but it seems messy. However, there is a hint of mystery hidden in the mess.
"All the saints and wise men of the past were lonely, only the drinkers left their names behind!"
Swish!
The mystery suddenly revealed!
It turns out that all the chaos was an illusion. When the sword was drawn, it was like a dragon spitting out pearls, so powerful that there was no rival.
······
A few more moves were made.
Tuntuntuntuntuntun···
He took a few gulps and laughed wildly, "A horse with five colors and a fur coat worth thousands of gold. I'll call my son to go out and exchange it for good wine, so that we can share our eternal sorrow."
Swish!
He was about to use one last move, but his feet stumbled and he fell backwards.
The alcohol is taking effect.
"worry···"
Dongfang Bubai muttered: "I'm worried as hell..."
Feng Qingyang: “…”
He was stunned!
Good job!
This is clearly a piece of beautiful kendo jade!
Let’s not talk about his strength for now, at least his sword moves are already very smooth. As far as his unknown sword technique is concerned, it is definitely at the highest level!
At the same time, he smiled and said, "This kid is quite crazy."
"You actually used the poems of the Immortal Poet to match your swordsmanship. You spent all your money and still got it back, but only the drinkers left with your name?"
"Are you trying to say that his swordsmanship is worthy of being recorded in history?"
Feng Qingyang laughed dumbly: "But thinking back, if we only talk about swordsmanship, I'm afraid even Yue Buqun, the head of Huashan, may not be better than him, right?"
Although Feng Qingyang doesn't show up and doesn't communicate with others much...
But he really looked down on Yue Buqun.
What the hell is this!
Those with low strength are simply unbearable to look at, and the apprentices they teach are worse than the other.
Especially when he looked at Dongfang Bubai lying half drunk beside the fire, thinking of his Huashan swordsmanship which was so poor that it couldn't be any worse, and also thinking of this set of Dacheng swordsmanship which he didn't know much about...
"Asshole!"
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