I stood in front of the house, and the fur had been thrown into the house. I moved my limbs, lifted up the front closure and tied the belt of the trousers, picked up the knife, picked it up, about four pounds, which was extremely light and agile. The fingers that protected the handle of the hand guard well. The center of gravity of the knife was not far from the upper end of the handle, just so that it would be effortless to use it.

I raised my head, took a long breath, and looked very excited, and raised a sharp knife in the air. At this moment, I felt that Fu Hongxue was possessed! A loud shout was filled with murderous aura, and one charge, followed by a roar of boldness, one slashed, followed by an intercepted armor-breaking shield and attacked the half-moon slash, cross-destruction slash, running moon slash, blood shadow knife, dream-breaking knife, Hongxiu knife, what is the thinking of, encountering gods, killing gods, seeing Buddhas, and whoever is caught, whoever is caught?

Uncle Li has a big mouth and looks very dislocated. The fur-faced guard has a rigorous gaze and a ferocious face. He is out of the sheath to protect Uncle Li, which is very loyal. The palace maid and sister hide behind the pillars when she was hiding behind the pillars, and she reveals a beautiful face with a very strange expression.

The next moment, Bruce Lee also got on his body. His light and charming footwork and the cold light of the overflowing wind were accompanied by the gloomy ghost cry of "Ah Da Ah Da", which appeared and disappeared in a black fog. It is not an exaggeration to describe the flying sand and stones, and the sun and moon are ignorant.

The final outcome ended with me cutting into a thousand-year-old tree with one knife. I had no choice but to lose my strength and couldn't pull it out.

With weak limbs, I hugged Shu Yazi and gasped heavily, wiped the sweat from my forehead, raised my eyes, and realized that there seemed to be ten times more audience members. Uncle Li stood under the eaves, and at least a dozen guards stood in front of him, covered in gray. Some bodyguards had dead leaves on their heads, and each of them had fear in their eyes. Or something, staring at me stupidly, with half-sheathed in his hand, looking very alert.

Something was wrong with my body, so I quickly lowered my head. Why are my clothes covered with thin slits? What's wrong? Did I really practice my sword energy? Looking around, except for the giant tree with a waist of one meter stuck with my sword, the rest of the trees as thick as a bowl were all cut by me in half a month. Uncle Li didn't have to cut the wood.

"Papa" Uncle Li was the first to applaud, breaking the excessively quiet scene.

With collective applause, I seemed to have returned to the podium, waving my hand gracefully to express my modesty.

Uncle Li asked a group of guards to clean up the dead branches and leaves all over the ground. The guards of Maoface took great effort to pull out my sword from the tree and handed it to me panting. He raised his thumb: "Young Master Fang is very strong." As for other martial arts moves, the guards of Maoface shook their heads without commenting, looking like they were not complimentary.

It doesn't matter, there is no need to explain these wooden heads who don't understand modern fighting techniques to him clearly. "Hehe, there are only a few pounds of brute force." His hands were soft and a little trembling. It took a long time to retract the knife back into the sheath. Uncle Li, who was still stained with dead grass on his forehead, pulled me back to the house with grace: "The nephew is really brave and brave, the sword technique." Uncle Li frowned and blushed, thinking for a long time before solemnly putting out a four-word comment: "Ghosts cry and howl! The nephew's sword technique deserves these four-word comments."

"Hehehe Uncle's comment, I am ashamed of my nephew." I responded to Uncle Li's personal attack on me with a very graceful smile. What's wrong with ghosts crying and howling? If I hadn't been in a good mood today, I wouldn't have shown my storm-splashing sword technique, which was born from the Shaolin Crazy Stick Technique!

I don’t want to pay attention to such a person, the palace maid wrinkled her nose and laughed cutely. It’s worth it. Ignoring Uncle Li’s sarcasm and do three bowls of fine wine first.

"But this sword is indeed more powerful than a sword." Uncle Li was also very happy and kept touching the blade and whispering.

"If a nephew plays in the army, he will be able to kill generals and seize the flag, and taking the enemy chief's head is like taking things out." Uncle Li's words are purely flattering, and they are suspected of being flattered, but I still happily accepted Uncle Li's praise. After all, we must give Uncle Li's face. I'm not helping him? I'm humbly eating a lot of meat and drinking a big bowl of wine with Uncle Li in a big way.

Uncle Li changed the topic to military affairs and continued the last discussion and discussion with me at Wen Yunxuan.

This time, I finally saw what the palace maid sister who was sitting in front of the nearby desk was writing. It turned out to be the conversation between me and Uncle Li. I was so surprised that I almost poured wine into my nose. I didn't expect that my talent was so high that I was afraid that Uncle Li would not understand, so I left behind the real thing for me to think about it carefully in the future. But the only regret was that the person who bragged and spanked me at this moment was not Uncle Li but the emperor.

Then in addition to "Tang Taizong Li Weigong Asked by", there is a very likely version of "Tang Taizong and Fang Xgong Asked by", but after looking at Uncle Li, he couldn't help but shake his head subconsciously, and then sighed: "It's so wasteful." His eyes swept over the beautiful face of the palace maid sister nostalgic. There is a saying: Look up and down, look left and right, I like it no matter how I look, hahaha, we have returned to the royal sister crazy again.

"Oh? What do you mean by nephew?" Uncle Li was talking about the great military achievements of the famous generals in the early Tang Dynasty. Unexpectedly, I said this and was very confused. I looked at me and looked at my palace maid sister. Uncle Li was not sure if I said it was a pity for him to eat young grass.

"Hmm?" I didn't pay attention, what Uncle Li said.

"I am talking about Yuchi Jingde's bravery, and he took the spear of the King of Qi three times. Unfortunately, Jingde was about to retire and return to his hometown nephew, so he said it was too wasteful." Uncle Li was very patient, but his eyes were a little twitching.

""Did I tell Uncle Li, why are you not the emperor? My saliva was in vain. I was afraid that Uncle Li would learn from the underworld in anger, so he picked up the sword I gave him and made three and six holes on me.

"I thought it was really a pity." After he was perfunctory, he was making a brain teaser again? What should the Buddha who sells cakes do? He just said something and said something was wrong. Uncle Li's expression was a little bit wrong.

"I'm saying that it's really a waste of talent to let these handsome generals and famous coaches who have been struggling on the battlefield for decades turn their backs." It's finally a matter of the matter.

"Yes, I'm not sorry. My good brother Shubao made great achievements at the beginning of our founding, and was appointed as the General of the Left Wu Guard." Uncle Li's expression became a little heavy. Yes, what a good person. There are only two favorite characters in "Talk about Tang", one is Qin Qiong and Qin Shubao, and the other is Cheng Yaojin and Cheng Zhijie. Uncle Cheng's performance really broke my fantasy of idols.

Uncle Li drank a glass of wine, and I quickly filled it up. Uncle Li stroked the beautiful three long beards and continued, "Later, Qin Qiong was sick and said, "Later, Qin Qiong was sick and said, "Since I was young, I fought in wars, and had more than 200 times. The blood flowed as many as dozens of dollars. I was seriously injured. How could I not be sick? In the 12th year of Zhenguan, I finally died of illness. After my death, I was given the title of governor of Xuzhou and was renamed Duke Hu. If I always felt that these deceased ministers were still by my side, I would always meet them in my dreams."

Uncle Li's expression was sad and his tone was sad. His eyes seemed to penetrate time and space, wandering around in his memories. I felt a little guilty when I saw it, and he stuffed it into his mouth with a bear paw. Yes, it tasted good, but his expression could not be revealed. I felt very same. I looked at Uncle Li with a very focused look, chewing the feet of the national first-class protected animals. Specifically, the heels were still on the soles of the feet. I couldn't tell the taste. I only knew that the taste was very good.

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PS: "The Tang Dynasty's Grandson and Fang Xgong's Interview" means that Xiao Junjun becomes the Duke of XX in the future, so don't think wrong. Although Xiao Junjun is a little careless, he is really honest. He is just a righteous man. After that, he is assured by Xiao Junjun's personality.
Chapter completed!