"Wang Yue became famous in the battle, his martial arts business was booming, his value increased, and his reputation rose from Sword Heroes to Sword Sect!"

After listening to her patiently, the fat man asked, "Are you very familiar with her?"

"Who?" The female assassin has not recovered from the gossip.

"Gongsun."

"I'm not familiar with it. But my father had treated her for illness, which is considered a family friend." The female assassin said with a smug smile.

"Then can you tell me a message?" the little fat man said casually.

"Gongsun once swore at the point where the sword was broken, and he would never talk about the sword for life!" the female assassin replied clangly.

"Then forget it." Sure enough, I still won't accept disciples.

"But..." Seeing the little fat man's expression of disappointment, the female assassin changed the subject, "My father has saved her life, so he once said..."

"What do you mean?"

"In the future, if my father asks for something, he will respond." The female assassin made a loud noise.

"Dare you ask my sister, how can you respond to all your requests?" Liu Bei hurriedly saluted.

Seeing that he looked like a little adult and was still bowing, the female assassin couldn't help but smile and said, "Okay, I have a token, you can take it to her. Just say it's 'Old Friends from Julu,'"

Julu! The little fat man's eyes shrank and shrank.

Because he bowed and faced down, the female assassin did not see his expression. Then he smiled and said, "If you follow your wish, my sister doesn't know how you should repay me?"

The little fat man raised his head solemnly: "If you become an enemy in the future, I will spare you from death."

The female assassin was stunned, and then the princess smiled and said, "Okay, okay. Good brother, can you spare me three times?"

"A word is determined." The little fat man also smiled. However, compared to the female assassin who smiled, the little fat man had more indescribable meanings in his smile.

The token is a sachet.

After sniffing, there is still a lingering fragrance. The fragrance is very special, and it seems that musk is added. If you don’t know the recipe, it will be difficult to fake it. I think it must be the life of Gongsun.

The old friend of Julu is not the leader Zhang himself.

Regarding the Yellow Turban Uprising, from the perspective of bystanders, it seems to be a just act of poor people turning over the revolution, and many historians also think so. Otherwise, the word "upsider" would not be used as a positive word.

However, from the perspective of the king of Zhongshan and a relative of the Han Dynasty, the "Yellow Turban Rebellion" is simply the life-and-death enemy of his family! The fat man is so tired that he can't die, but he has a big mulberry tree in his family, which has been renamed Liu Bei! From then on, he has no match for the Yellow Turban Army. It is inevitable to raise an army to fight against the thieves!

Saying the female assassin away, the fat man was full of thoughts.

Without further ado, I will go to the apprentice tomorrow.

The female assassin appeared in her thatched cottage at any time. It was like a sharp sword hanging on her head!

The fat man doesn’t want to taste this feeling of being held in his hand for a day!

The riding skills learned from Uncle San, the little fat man is not allowed to spend every day. Now he is a little successful. He always bothers his mother, and the little fat man himself is unhappy. In addition, he doesn’t even mention the cost of spending money on the ox cart, and his footwork is slow. How can he be as refreshed as a ride?

He only told his mother that he was going out to walk the horse, so he put on a bridle, saddle, put on the reins, and took out the yellow horse.

The yellow horse is quite human and has a deep affection with the little fat man, so he will never resist the little master's riding.

Although the whole process of riding has been trained on the donkey, I am still the first time I ride a horse.

The fat man has grown a lot higher after the New Year. If he doesn't look carefully, he may think he is a half-year-old boy. He is indeed a real boy. With the Takahashi saddle and the third-level soft ladder, he uses the front squat riding method of the jockeys in the speed race in later generations. It may be fine if he is short.

After making up his mind, he took a deep breath, stepped on the third-stage soft ladder on the stirrup, and turned over. Wait until he sat firmly, the little fat man took a deep breath. There was no need to whip and shake the reins, and then he left!

Perfect!

In ancient times, there was a rare saying of fork roads. A road leads to the north and south. The fat man distinguished the direction and arrived in a short time after more than ten miles of official roads.

No wonder Ma Guiruo in this era!

Seeing the fat little man with a tall head and a big horse, pedestrians on the road looked at each other. Fortunately, they were very polite and not annoying. When asked where Yinma Lane was, they drove the horse away.

He still knows this rule.

There is a stone trough in front of Yinma Lane, which is easy to recognize.

Twist!

After tying the horse, the fat man knocked on the door.

After a long time, no one answered.

Just as I was about to knock again, I suddenly heard a light cough from my head, "Take a horse to the backyard."

I looked up again, the window was closed and there was no one talking.

The fat man shook his head and then led his horse to the backyard. He pushed it, and the corner door was already open. He led the horse to the stable, added a piece of grass, and then found a way to walk towards the back hall.

There was only a woman in black dress sitting cross-legged in the hall. The fat man tiptoed and walked forward: "I dare to ask, where is Mr. Gongsun?"

"Give it to me." The woman in black slowly opened her eyes and stretched out her hand with a blank expression.

The little fat man then woke up and handed over the sachet with both hands.

"It's so good for an old friend." The woman asked after smelling the sachet.

"Everything is fine." The little fat man was stunned, "Dare to ask..."

"Aren't you looking for me?"

"What! Are you Jian Jue?" the little fat man blurted out, "Didn't he say... he was old ten years ago..."

"Does it be necessary to get old before going home?" The woman slowly stood up, and was as high as seven feet (1.65 meters)! Her skin was fair, her nose was straight and her lips were plump. When she looked closely, her eyes were filled with blue waves!

Obviously of alien blood.

"Why did it come from?" the woman asked high.

"Learn from a master and learn swordsman." The fat man raised his head and replied.

"I have sworn to stop talking about the sword, how can I accept disciples?"

"Then..." The little fat man scratched his head, "Is there a turnaround?"

“How can I turn?”

The little fat man thought for a while and said, "Don't forget the past, but the teacher of the future. You are the preconceived idea. I dare to ask sir, which one of these two oaths is ahead?"

"The sword is in front of the sac."

"Uh..." The little fat man was speechless. The logic was very strict...

After thinking for a moment, the woman said, "As an old friend, and I have kindness to you and I will argue with each other as an equal?"

The little fat man was immediately overjoyed and beat the snake and followed the stick: "The elder sister is here, please accept a bow from me!"

There is no need to become a disciple when learning swordsmanship, and the elder sister passes on to her brother, which is also a family matter. It is barely understandable.

The woman seemed to have itchy hands, so she broke two branches and started teaching.

"In ancient times, there was a girl named Zhao, whose sword skills were natural. The sword was like a human being, and the heart of a sword was like a human being. When you came out, you would do whatever you wanted, like a horse walking in the sky, like a dragon entering the sea, like an antelope hanging on its horns, without any trace to find. The body moves at will, the sword moves with the heart, and the heart and sword are united. This is the secret of my school."

"Gentleman's Sword." The fat man seemed to have some insight.

"Oh? Are you a gentleman?" the woman asked.

"I'll just say it casually." The fat man was ashamed.

"The peddlers and barons all have a sword heart. If you practice hard every day, you will achieve something. But it may not be a gentleman's sword."

"Whoever practices what sword?" the little fat man woke up.

"When I see your hand, I know I have never held a sword. Today I will teach you a few simple sword poses and learn it before I come."

The sword is nothing more than chopping, chopping, shaking, squeezing, washing, cutting, pricking, stirring, pressing, hanging, sweeping. Split and splitting it in detail, and then connected in series, it is the sword-like shape.

A disciple is more like a passing through experience than a passing through moves.

Experience of chopping people and being chopped.

It is said that a hero who has experienced hundreds of battles, suffered thousands of tricks, and killed countless people. The gains are nothing more than experience. The various weapons of various zodiacs have different heights, arm length, strength, speed, bounce, explosive power, and even left and right hands. When encountering these opponents, experienced heroes can know the way without waiting for the sword, and there is also a way to crack it.

If you will win every battle, and you will also be in love with the people, it is called a hero.

As for internal strength and mental methods, I just laughed it off.
Chapter completed!