Chapter 16: Jian Douluo has a new look at Wang Quan Wumu [Please read and collect]
Jiandao Chenxin is known as the greatest swordsman of all time. His swordsmanship is unmatched, and his martial soul, the Seven Killing Sword, is also an outstanding existence among today's martial souls.
The obsession with kendo transcends ancient times to the present.
Now that he finally learned that Wang Quan Wumu was also practicing swordsmanship, his inner desire drove him here without stopping.
Jian Douluo frowned slightly and whispered, "Well, I will wait until your Heaven and Earth Sword is perfected, and then you can have a good fight with me."
Wang Quan Wumu picked up the wine glass and said with a smile: "No problem, since we are both sword cultivators, why not have a drink?"
Jian Douluo was stunned for a long time, looking at the wine glass that Wang Quan Wumu raised, then he picked up the wine glass on the table and clinked it with his.
If it were in the past, let alone drinking, even if someone toasted him, Jian Douluo would not take it seriously. Even the current Emperor Xue Ye of the Tiandou Empire was not qualified.
For some unknown reason today, Jian Douluo somehow drank heavily with Wang Quan Wumu.
If Ning Fengzhi saw this, he would be shocked.
At this time, Sister Yu patted Feng Pang and the others on the shoulders, signaling them to leave and give the young master and Jian Dao Chen Xin a place to be alone together.
They knew the young master's character better than anyone else. He was good at making friends with people all over the world and could talk to him about the path of cultivation.
Now that he has met a friend who uses a sword, the young master naturally has a lot to say.
Zhuo Shan and his companions also tactfully left the Rose Hotel. There are only a handful of people who can pose a threat to the young master nowadays, and few people or soul beasts can kill him.
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As the sun sets, the orange-red sky reflects on the maple leaves, making them seem as if they are on fire, even more fiery and beautiful.
At this moment, time seems to stand still. Only the beautiful maple forest and the tranquil earth make people intoxicated in the beauty of autumn.
In the late autumn, the maple leaves are burning like fire, like clusters of red flames. The yellow grass and trees in the forest form a sharp contrast with the red maple leaves, giving people a grand and warm feeling.
Under the setting sun, the stream glows with golden light, like a ribbon connecting the green hills and the blue sky. The fallen leaves flutter in the air and gently fall into the stream, bringing the leisure and tranquility of autumn.
The two men sitting by the stream talked about kendo and drank from their glasses.
Jian Douluo was completely impressed by Wang Quan Wumu in front of him. He originally thought that Wang Quan Wumu was just a kid, but after getting to know him, he finally understood.
The reason why Wang Quan Wumu is so popular in Tiandou City is not only because of his character, but more importantly, because of his heart of Taoism.
Uninhibited, hearty and free.
Such a gifted young man is rare in the world.
Jian Douluo picked up the wine glass and said with a smile: "It's been a long time since someone has satisfied my taste so much. No wonder that old guy Dugu Bo is willing to be friends with you."
“Water can capsize a boat, but it can also carry it.”
Wang Quan Wu Mu picked up the wine pot and said with a smile: "I, Wang Quan Wu Mu, am willing to make close friends all over the world. Of course, it also depends on one's character."
Jian Douluo's expression paused.
The description of the Shrek Academy disciples emerged in my mind.
It seems that Rongrong was wrong. After a brief contact, Jian Douluo understood that Wang Quan Wumu was not as domineering as described.
If what Rongrong said was false, then the disciples of Shrek Academy must be insincere in their hearts, and those who are insincere will find it difficult to achieve great things in the future.
Jian Douluo held one hand behind his back and said softly, "Wu Mu, what do you think of Shrek Academy?"
"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
Wang Quan Wumu leaned against the stone, drank the wine in the cup and said, "Of course it's true. After having a pleasant conversation with you, I found out that the letter in Feng Zhi's hand is not real."
Jian Douluo looked solemn.
If all the disciples of Shrek Academy are a group of hypocritical people, then Rongrong will only harm her if she continues to stay here.
Therefore, as long as he was sure that the disciples of Shrek Academy were not good people, he would immediately take Rongrong back to the sect and it would be better not to go to Shrek Academy.
Wang Quan Wumu looked up at the afterglow of the setting sun and said softly, "The Shrek Academy is different from what we expected. They are called the Monster School, but they do evil things under the banner that if you don't cause trouble, you are not a good soul master."
Let me ask you, if you don’t cause trouble, does that mean you are not a good soul master?
If they get into trouble, the elders in the academy will clean up their mess.
If you provoke those people that even the academy cannot afford to offend, Dean Flanders will come to visit you and apologize humbly.
Shrek Academy is so hypocritical that even if it doesn't say it, I'm sure everyone in the world knows it.
Jian Douluo looked solemn. If this was true, then Shrek was obviously different from the academy he had imagined.
Recall why Shrek left and chose to come to Tiandou, but was expelled from Tiandou Royal Academy.
That does make sense.
"I understand, Brother Wumu, I will take my leave first. If there is a chance in the future, I will definitely visit you."
Jian Douluo clasped his fists towards Wang Quan Wumu, then turned around and left without looking back.
Wang Quan Wumu stretched, looked at the time, and prepared to have dinner and then go back to have a good sleep.
I heard that there is a rice noodle shop run by a widow at the east end of the city. I wonder if it is still open now.
When we returned to Tiandou City, it was getting dark.
Most of the stalls on both sides of the street have been closed, only a few are still there waiting for customers.
Wang Quan Wumu came to the east of the city and ate a bowl of noodles as usual. After chatting with the old man selling things at the street stall, he returned home.
Sister Yu came out with a basin of water. Seeing that the young master was drunk, she said speechlessly, "Young master, you should drink less. Drinking too much is not good for your health."
Wang Quan Wu Mu washed his face and said, "It's okay. This is how cultivation works. Only by following your heart can you improve your strength."
"Besides, there's no rush for cultivation. After all, I'll still grow up."
Wang Quan Wumu looked at Sister Yu with a hint of teasing on his face.
“I wonder how many Heaven and Earth Sword strikes I will be able to perform when I grow up.”
Wang Quan Wu Mu clenched his fist and said.
Looking at the young master who was looking forward to the future, Sister Yu did not say anything and continued to help the young master tidy up his clothes as usual.
Wang Quan Wu Mu took out a wooden sword carved out of wood from his pocket, recalling that in the world of fox demons, in Wang Quan's family, besides wind, rain, thunder and lightning, he also had a friend named Wang Quan Wu Chen. This wooden sword was given to him by his senior brother Chen.
"Sister Yu."
"Well, what happened?"
Sister Yu, who was about to leave, stopped and turned to look at the young master.
"Make me a scabbard for the sword. From now on, keep this sword in the palace."
Wang Quan Wumu threw the wooden sword in his hand over and said nonchalantly: "It can be regarded as a kind of commemoration for Senior Brother Chen."
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