Chapter 190 I was careless just now and didn’t dodge!

Being taught a lesson by a junior named Cheng Long, Xiahou Swordsman, who was very determined, trembled his sword slightly, and anger rose in his eyes. "Look at your full body and imposing manner. You are obviously not an ordinary person. Since Yan Chixia is not here, you can practice with me and let me teach you what respect is!"

"You smashed Senior Yan's door right away, and you still have the nerve to ask me for respect?"

"..."

Xiahou Jianke's expression became stiff, his ears turned red and hot, and he was extremely embarrassed.

"Uncle Xiahou, I advise you not to make trouble for yourself..." Shi'er saw this and kindly advised: "Brother Cheng is a close friend of my master. No matter in Kung Fu or Taoism, he can fight with my master. How can you be his opponent!"

It would have been fine if Shi'er hadn't said anything, but once he mentioned Xiahou Swordsman, he became even more excited.

"Master Cheng, you are an expert. If that's the case, then let's see who's the best..."

Zheng!
Xiahou Swordsman suddenly exerted his strength, dancing his sword like a dragon, revealing his sharp edge. Strands of sword energy shot out. Shier immediately pulled Cui Hongjian away to prevent the scholar from being injured by the sword energy.
"Your swordsmanship is great. No wonder you're so arrogant."

Cheng Long was delighted to see his prey, and he calmly avoided several sword energies. He raised his hand and waved it lightly. There seemed to be an invisible force pulling in the air, and a hatchet stuck in a wooden block several feet away seemed to be driven by some mysterious force, drew an elegant arc, and fell into his hand.

"Dragon Capturing Technique?"

Xiahou Swordsman was horrified. This man was able to catch the hatchet from a distance of four or five feet. His skills must be much higher than his.

"Come, let me weigh you."

Cheng Long held the hatchet in his left hand, rushed to Xiahou with a sudden step, and chopped his throat with the hatchet.

If this knife hits, the person's head will definitely fall off.

Swordsman Xiahou quickly raised his sword to block.

Keng!
A strange force came from the blade, and Xiahou was suddenly uncontrollably moved sideways more than ten feet.

Fortunately, his sword was of good quality, otherwise Cheng Long's blow would have been enough to take his life.

"Come again."

Although Cheng Long had just chopped Xiahou's throat, showing a strong murderous intent, he did not intend to kill. If Xiahou Swordsman had not been able to block that attack, he could have stopped when he was about to chop the opponent's throat.

"Okay~~"

After testing Cheng Long's 'true level', Xiahou Swordsman no longer dared to hide and decisively swung his sword to meet him. For a moment, the sharp sword energy penetrated his body and swept in all directions, splitting the fallen leaves in two.

Compared to Xiahou, Cheng Long's moves were quite simple. He actually applied the knife skills used for cutting vegetables to actual combat, chopping, mincing, slicing, chopping, scraping, and all kinds of moves, one after another, which made Xiahou look miserable.

Whoosh...

The two men fought from the courtyard to the roof, then from the roof to the bamboo forest in the backyard, and then to the back mountain. Everywhere they passed was left with traces of their destruction.

During the process, Cheng Long felt the happiness of Yan Chixia. Apart from other things, Xiahou Swordsman's on-the-spot reaction and moves were all mastered to perfection. He used his strength to compete with the opponent, and his experience points increased rapidly.

However, Cheng Long was not Yan Chixia after all. After having enough fun, his speed immediately increased significantly. He appeared on the right side of Xiahou Swordsman like a ghost and put the knife on the opponent's neck.

"you are dead!"

Cheng Long's indifferent voice came into his ears.

Xiahou Swordsman stood still, his face livid, and said with his neck stiff, "This one doesn't count. I was careless just now and didn't dodge!"

"Okay, I'll give you another chance."

Cheng Long put away his sword and retreated three feet away, staring straight at Xiahou Swordsman: "Are you ready?"

"bring it on!"

Xiahou Swordsman's eyes were solemn. He was just about to make a move, attacking instead of defending, when unexpectedly a strong wind blew towards him, followed by a familiar cold touch on his neck.

"You died again!"

Cheng Long's teasing voice came into his ears again.

"me……"

Xiahou Swordsman was reluctant to admit defeat, but the facts were before him. If Master Cheng had not stopped, his head would have been gone by now.

"From your expression, I know you're not convinced. Well, let's do it again. This time, it's your turn to attack."

Cheng Long put away his sword again and retreated three feet away. He put one hand behind his back and looked at Xiahou Swordsman quietly. Today he wanted to defeat Xiahou and knock out his sharpness so that he could understand the gap between warriors and cultivators.

"The sea is boundless!"

Swordsman Xiahou brandished his sword, and the dense sword energy rushed forward with great momentum towards Cheng Long.

Dang Dang Dang...

A huge golden bell appeared quietly and easily blocked the dense sword energy.

"Golden bell?"

Xiahou Swordsman was stunned.

The golden bell in front of him was quite exaggerated. It was more than ten feet long and more than three feet thick. The sword energy hitting it was like hitting the shell of a thousand-year-old turtle.

With his skills, he would not be able to break the opponent's defense even if he attacked for a hundred years.

Thinking of Master Cheng's elusive speed, an unprecedented feeling of powerlessness instantly swept over his body, and Xiahou Swordsman was completely confused.

"Why don't you attack?"

Cheng Long asked with interest.

"Clang!"

Swordsman Xiahou threw his sword away casually, and it became deflated like a ball.

The sword energy will be dispersed when it touches the golden bell. It is stupid to attack when you know it is impossible!

He is just obsessed, not stupid.

At this moment, his spirit was completely defeated. Recalling what Cheng Long said, he realized how annoying it was that he had repeatedly chased Yan Chixia to duel with him. No wonder Shi'er always looked extremely helpless every time he saw him.

Is the gap between warriors and cultivators really that big?

why?
"Uncle, I am very relieved to see that you have come to your senses! You are not a child anymore, go back and find a wife, have some children, and live a peaceful life! Don't waste your life for the false reputation of being the best in the world."

Cheng Long displayed a strength that made Xiahou feel despair. His purpose was not to frustrate the other party's spirit, but mainly to make the other party see the true nature of this world.

If Xiahou had listened to the advice, gone back to marry, have children, and live a peaceful life, he could have avoided the fate of dying tragically in Lanruo Temple a few years or even a dozen years later.

Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.

He did this mainly for Xiahou's sake.

"thump!"

Xiahou, who had lost all his fighting spirit, suddenly fell to his knees.

"Uncle, what are you doing?"

Cheng Long subconsciously stepped aside and looked at Xiahou Swordsman with a frown.

"Master Cheng, I would like to become your disciple and learn Taoism from you."

Xiahou Swordsman indeed no longer had the idea of ​​competing for the title of the best swordsman in the world, but he had developed a desire to learn Taoism, cultivate immortality, and master extraordinary powers.

To put it bluntly, it’s greed!
In the past, I coveted Yan Chixia’s reputation as the best swordsman in the world.

Now he covets the various extraordinary methods displayed by Cheng Long.

"To learn Taoism, you have to go to famous mountains and rivers and join a Taoist sect. You can't learn Taoism from me, and I have no intention of accepting disciples." What Cheng Long said was true. He now only wanted to exorcise demons and monsters, accumulate merits, and practice magic happily.

Xiahou Swordsman was puzzled and asked, "Why?"

"Because I'm not a Taoist priest, go back to where you came from!"

Cheng Long had no intention of explaining, so he waved his hand, signaling Xiahou Swordsman to leave.

"Master Cheng, if you don't accept me as your disciple, I will kneel down forever." Once Xiahou Swordsman is determined, even eight oxen can't pull him back, otherwise he wouldn't have chased Yan Chixia to duel with him.

"Then kneel down slowly. I'm leaving."

Cheng Long was immediately happy.

This kind of behavior of relying on self-mutilation to intimidate others can only intimidate emotional women, and it is of no use to him at all. If you like to kneel, then kneel, and I'll just leave.

"Mr. Cheng, wait for me."

Seeing Master Cheng turning around and leaving without hesitation, Xiahou Swordsman glanced at the deserted back mountain, stood up decisively, picked up his sword, and followed him swiftly.

Cheng Long ignored him and jumped into the dilapidated Prince Yan's Mansion and returned the hatchet.

Then he disappeared without a trace...

"Shi'er, where does Master Cheng live?"

"Mo Mansion."

After learning from Shi'er where Cheng Long was going, Xiahou Jianke turned around and left.

……

Cheng Long returned to the Mo Mansion and lay on a homemade recliner, chatting with Mo Chou and eating grapes that Mo Chou had peeled. After a while, he saw a little maid running towards him in a hurry.

"Miss, uncle, something bad has happened."

At this point, the little maid slowed down her pace, which was undulating due to her hasty running, and continued, "A swordsman in black came outside and suddenly knelt in front of the door, saying that he wanted to worship you as his master, and if you don't accept him, he will kneel down for a long time..."

"Then let him kneel down!"

Cheng Long curled his lips, looking a little helpless.

He should have thought of it earlier. A paranoid person like Xiahou Jianke would only shoot himself in the foot if he showed off his magical powers.

I shouldn't have helped if I had known.

Now, Yan Chixia has peace and quiet, but he is in trouble.

"Brother Long, who is that person outside? Why does he want to take you as his master?" Mochou peeled another grape and stuffed it into Cheng Long's mouth. After officially meeting Bai Ling last night, she changed the way she addressed Cheng Long. She used to call her fiancé Young Master, but she always felt that it was a little lacking. Calling him Brother Long was much more intimate.

"A swordsman named Xiahou, very paranoid..."

Cheng Long explained the reason in a bad mood. Mo Chou couldn't help but smile and said, "Brother Long, if he really keeps kneeling and can't get up, what will you do?"

"How can I kneel down for long? I will kneel for one night at most. I will leave tomorrow morning."

"Ah~~"

Mo Chou's face fell, and her good mood disappeared in an instant.

Just now I was thinking of keeping my benefactor for a few more days, enjoying the warmth between the two of us, but then a middle-aged swordsman came and forced my benefactor to leave the next morning.

Now she even has the urge to kill someone.

"Joey, I'm not leaving and never coming back, why are you so nervous?"

Cheng Long held Mochou's soft and boneless hand, with reluctance in his eyes. He actually wanted to take her with him, but Mochou was obedient to her parents and had to stay at home before marriage to prevent the two of them from tasting the forbidden fruit.

"Can you not leave?" Mochou said eagerly.

"No, you're too beautiful. I'm afraid I can't control myself."

Cheng Long's answer from the bottom of his heart made Mochou both angry and amused. All men are the same, always thinking about that.

(End of this chapter)