Chapter 10 Send

Even if he stayed in Guiyuan Sect, it would not help to build fire-plating iron armor, so the next morning, Teng Qingshan brought his men back to Nanxing County.

Nanxing County, in the Li Mansion martial arts training ground.

"Roar~roar~~" Six-legged Daochi happily roared at Teng Qingshan. Teng Qingshan had been out for eight or nine days this time. In these eight or nine days, it had never had the chance to watch "The Fist of the Golden Walk".

"Daochi, you are so diligent now. When you were in Duanmu Continent, you were too lazy to sleep every day, but you are very diligent now." Teng Qingshan smiled and touched the six-legged Daochi. The cold and ferocious sword legs exposed on the ground were also sharp and sharp thorns on the legs.

"Qingshan, Liuzhu Daochi is jealous of Xiaoqing, of course he has to work hard." Li Jun smiled.

"I've left these few days, is it okay at home?" Teng Qingshan asked.

"It's okay, everything is fine." Li Jun nodded. Now this peaceful and happy life has also given Li Jun a hint of grace.

Teng Qingshan turned his head and looked at the two apprentices in front of him.

"Master." Teng Shou and Yang Dong said respectfully.

"A Dong." Teng Qingshan looked at Yang Dong, "Before I left, I will pass on your "Forty-Nine Swords of the Green Lotus" and let me practice it."

“Yes, Master.”

Yang Dong held a bamboo pole in his hand. This bamboo pole was not an ordinary bamboo pole, but was made into a "sword cover" with high-quality green steel to confuse people.

"call!"

As soon as he drew his sword, Yang Dong walked in a strange way, as if he turned into a gust of wind, and the sword shadow in his hand was like a poisonous snake spitting out the core. Every time he stabbed a sword, he would sniffle. Yang Dong was slightly fat, and when he used his light skills, he was like a fat gourd constantly swaying.

"Huh?" Teng Qingshan raised his eyebrows, "Yang Dong really has an understanding of swordsmanship, and it is also true. The Qinglian swordsmanship is mainly based on illusion and speed. Yang Dong is just walking in a weird way, so fast."

"Only on the eighth and nine days, the swordsmanship was very close to his father Lao Wang."

Teng Qingshan was very disappointed when watching Yang Dong practice boxing.

However, watching Yang Dong practice swordsmanship exceed Teng Qingshan's expectations, which surprised Teng Qingshan very much.

In fact, it is not surprising that Yang Dong's swordsmanship is so high... Before meeting Teng Qingshan, Yang Dong's own "sword-sting technique" was created by himself. He practiced hard thousands of times every day, and on the basis of it, Yang Dong was extremely solid. Now he practiced this set of swordsmanship originated from the Qinglian sword song passed down by the strongest man "Li Taibai". Later, this swordsmanship adapted by Teng Qingshan based on Yang Dong's temperament is indeed consistent with Yang Dong's temperament.

"The Forty-Nine Swords of the Green Lotus" is profound and profound. Yang Dong has some insights almost every time he practices. He has accumulated over the years of his youth and is now constantly leaping and improving.

"call."

After practicing this swordsmanship, Yang Dong stopped and looked at Teng Qingshan. A hint of expectation and self-satisfaction flashed across his eyes.

He asked himself... No one of his peers surpassed him in his swordsmanship. Even Li Jun praised the power of swordsmanship.

"A Dong is indeed as I saw at the beginning, with both understanding and perseverance. But - he is not old after all, so he may have a sense of pride." Teng Qingshan knew very well what geniuses most feared? It is pride! If he is too proud, his future achievements will be very limited.

"Well, it seems that you haven't been lazy for eight or nine days." Teng Qingshan smiled lightly, "But your swordsmanship is still far from that. When I was as big as you... the level of marksmanship had long surpassed your current level, and I was purely created by myself."

Yang Dong was stunned.

"Your swordsmanship is not qualified to learn even if you are in the eight major sects of Jiuzhou. Even the core disciples are not qualified to learn it." Teng Qingshan said coldly, "You are just the best of this swordsmanship now... But it's not your fault. After all, you have only been studying for eight or nine days, and it's still acceptable to get it."

Yang Dong felt quite uncomfortable when he heard this, and was a little angry. What is the superficial? His own strength is the superficial?

He was in the nest of robbers back then, and he knew very well that his strength was so strong to ordinary people.

"Master..." Yang Dong couldn't help but speak.

"Continue to practice." Teng Qingshan said calmly, "Your swordsmanship is just a little bit superficial now. If you can make the swordsmanship a little bit small, I will let you go out to practice."

fur?

Although he was angry, Yang Dong thought of his master's strength and felt like he was poured into a bucket of cold water. When he was in Duanmu Continent, he didn't know Teng Qingshan's age, but on the way back, he already knew Teng Qingshan's age... On the land of Jiuzhou, when Yang Dong went out shopping, he often heard others talking about the name "Teng Qingshan".

"A twenty-one-year-old powerful person in the virtual realm! A twenty-one-year-old God of War!"

"And, the original lineage of internal martial arts."

"Compared with the master, I am indeed far behind." Yang Dong suddenly woke up, "Yes, what is it compared to an ordinary horse thief and robber? If you want to compare, you are comparing with a real top-notch person. I have the master's teachings, and the master created it himself. I am still complacent about achieving this achievement?"

"And, it's the eldest brother. According to the master's words, the powerful people of the innate Void Dan are no match for the eldest brother! The eldest brother is less than twenty years older than me."

"I can't even compare with my senior brother, let alone compare with my master."

After feeling the gap in this comparison, Yang Dong no longer had the pride.

And Yang Dong is not a discouraged person: "I can't compare to the master, but at least I can't be worse than the eldest brother!"

"Master." Yang Dong said solemnly, "Disciples must practice sword skills seriously."

"Yes." Teng Qingshan nodded with a smile.

...

Half a month has passed in a flash.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Teng Qingshan stood by the martial arts training ground, looking at Yang Dong's chubby figure sometimes as slow as a turtle, sometimes as fast as a cunning rabbit, and the speed changes very strangely. The timing of the sword technique is extremely strange, like an antelope hanging on its horns, without any rules.

"Yeah." Teng Qingshan smiled, "A Dong is the sinister and weird style that likes to attack people, which is different from Li Taibai's chic and casual style..."

The song of the Qinglian Sword is one of the four great sacred poems.

It should have been elegant and elegant, with many psychedelic styles. However, different people have different styles. Teng Qingshan simplified the adaptation of "The Forty-Nine Swords of Qinglian" by himself and tended to be a cold and quick style. When Yang Dong's hands, the taste of this sword technique became even further. If he was a mediocre teacher, he would probably scold his disciples.

Teng Qingshan was very satisfied.

"A Dong, A Beast." Teng Qingshan shouted.

Yang Dong and Teng Shou stopped and rushed over.

"Master." The two looked at Teng Qingshan respectfully, and became a master for one day and a father for life! The master's kindness is equivalent to the ability to establish a foothold in the world. Whether it is Duanmu Continent, Jiuzhou, or even Teng Qingshan's inner martial arts inheritance in his previous life, the disciples respect the master as much as their father.

"A Dong, your swordsmanship has made great progress." Teng Qingshan smiled lightly, "But your style is rather strange, it is a killing swordsman."

"Since the sword technique of killing people must be gradually improved in killing people and make greater progress. Otherwise, talking about war on paper will be in vain after all." As soon as Teng Qingshan opened his mouth, Yang Dong's eyes lit up immediately. He had guessed what Teng Qingshan meant - Teng Qingshan was going to let him go out for training.

Teng Qingshan glanced at Yang Dong and sighed inwardly: "My second disciple is too smart, so I am worried that this kid will be mistaken for being smart in the future."

"A beast, A Dong."

Teng Qingshan took out a map from his arms, threw it to Teng Beast, and ordered, "This is a map of Yangzhou."

These days, Teng Shou and Yang Dong also learned the handwriting of Jiuzhou, because the writings of Jiuzhou and Duanmu were the same in the era of Emperor Yu, and their pronunciations were almost the same, so it was not difficult to learn. Now Teng Shou and Yang Dong know a lot of words.

"The first mountain range in Yangzhou is the Taia Mountains, which crosses the three counties and lasts for 600 miles. Many people have to go through the Taia Mountains... This makes there are a large number of bandits and robbers in the Taia Mountains." Teng Qingshan said solemnly, "There are eight large robber gangs inside, and there are countless ordinary ones. There are hundreds of thousands of bandits and robbers gathered in the Taia Mountains, usually whistling in the mountains and forests, and sometimes plundering passers-by merchants."

Teng Qingshan's words made Teng Shou and Yang Dong's eyes lit up.

Hundreds of thousands of robbers?

It is simply impossible in Duanmu Continent. The hundreds of tribes compete for hegemony in Duanmu Continent, and the robbers are very weak, and hundreds of robbers are considered large gangs.

"I want you two to go to the Taia Mountains." Teng Qingshan ordered, "In a year, at least a gang of two thousand people will be created for me."

"Haha, Master, don't worry, let the eldest brother go with me? There are innate strong men here, plus me... Not to mention two thousand people, even if I build a big gang of 20,000 people, I'm sure." Yang Dong smiled complacently, "Bandits, only big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat shrimp, which is very simple."

Teng Qingshan shook his head helplessly...

My two disciples have been involved in bandits since childhood and are the best at doing this industry.

"remember."

Teng Qingshan said solemnly, "In the gang, you will not accept the brave and tough people! Secondly, don't fall into the mountains to bully the elderly, weak, women and children. I will ignore the others."

"If we want to do it, we will be the most powerful bandit in the Taia Mountains, the most powerful heroes. Bullying the elderly, weak, women and children? I will never accept such cowards." Yang Dong said with a flash of grace, with the style of controlling a large gang.

"This is 30,000 taels of gold, enough for you to get uprising." Teng Qingshan took out a stack of gold tickets, "You can set off this afternoon."

“Yes, Master.”

Yang Dong and Teng Shou both responded.

Yang Dong's eyes shone, and there was a fierce light flashing in Teng's eyes. He grew up in a group of wild beasts, and the barbaric robbers' robbers' most suitable Teng's beast.

"A ferocious beast, the other has been a robber since childhood. These are my two disciples of Teng Qingshan." Teng Qingshan smiled bitterly in his heart.

Teng Qingshan sent Yang Dong and Teng Beast to Nanxing County on the evening of the third day after he left for the Taia Mountains.

Teng Qingshan was reclining cross-legged in the martial arts field. Teng Qingshan was the only one in the spacious martial arts field. For a moment, Teng Qingshan and the martial arts field seemed to be integrated.

suddenly--

"Someone actually sneaked into me?" Teng Qingshan opened his eyes.

Whoosh!

A figure floated in the martial arts training ground and suddenly discovered Teng Qingshan, showing a slight shock.

"In without invitation." Teng Qingshan smiled indifferently.

"Hmph." The black-clothed figure rushed out, and rushed to the front of Teng Qingshan as fast as lightning. A sword light that seemed to be a clever sword suddenly lit up and silently slashed at Teng Qingshan's head.

Teng Qingshan was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, and his right palm seemed to be slapped out, and the back came first, directly slapped the sword light.

"Peng!"

The sword light broke like a moon in the water. The figure in black involuntarily stepped back several steps, and then hit a tree. With a thud, the big tree, which was as thick as a thigh, trembled suddenly and then fell down with a bang.

"Who are you?" Teng Qingshan's cold eyes swept over, "Come on the name, otherwise, you will die!"
Chapter completed!