nucmednet Chapter 173: Gun Dance
Chapter 173: Gun Dance
The dinner was brightly lit and the hall was dazzling.
The tables on both sides were filled with exquisite food boxes filled with various delicacies. In the middle, the ground was covered with red mats, surrounding a high platform.
Because Lord Swordsman is proficient in swordsmanship, the Chiming Clan specially arranged a sword dance tonight.
However, seeing Jingliu frowning, the people of the Chiming tribe felt a chill in their hearts, wondering if he didn't like him.
"Master Swordsman, don't you like it?" Dan Yu, who was sitting at the next table, asked with a smile and raised his glass to toast.
"I've long heard that Long Zun's spearmanship is amazing and unstoppable. Could you please let me observe it today?"
"It would be great if you could spar with me." Jing Liu's lips curled slightly, his red eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at the seats. The seat belonging to Long Zun was not there yet.
But the end of life has come.
The other party was still as arrogant as ever. He greeted her casually and then sat there alone, which made people feel uncomfortable.
Floating life, no——Dan Feng, who was in a shell, raised his eyes, met Jing Liu’s gaze, and tilted his head slightly embarrassedly.
He had little communication with the people from Xianzhou, and the other party's cold face made people feel uncomfortable, as if they owed her money.
Anyway, he doesn't want to take the blame for Fu Sheng, so let it be.
The more Jingliu hated Fusheng and wanted to kill him, the more he enjoyed it. However, considering that he might not be able to return to his original body, he decided to obey him for the time being.
Dan Feng was shocked when he heard that Jing Liu wanted to practice spearmanship with Long Zun. Fu Sheng didn't know any spearmanship at all. He used a folding fan as a weapon and potions as an aid. His fighting style was all about insidiousness.
If he is exposed, he will be dead. After all, letting Fusheng become the Dragon Lord legitimately is a great thing for Danyu.
"No," Dan Feng said immediately.
"Haha, why is Master Fushenglong so anxious?"
"It's just a simple sparring match, not a life-and-death duel. I know my limits."
"Besides...Long Zun is not that weak."
Jing Liu smiled, shook the wine glass in his hand, supported his left cheek with one hand, his voice was cold and lazy, and there was an undercurrent in his eyes that was hard to understand.
"Long Zun... has not yet fully inherited the memories of his ancestors, so..." Dan Feng spoke hurriedly, explaining intermittently.
Not to mention Fusheng, even his original self was not a match for Jingliu for the time being.
He couldn't let go...
He couldn't let go of the boy, so he was still afraid of being overwhelmed by those memories. The boy represented the only remaining "human heart", while the "dragon heart" was always roaring, and he was fighting all the time.
Now the memories are tangled up in a mess, and Dan Feng always subconsciously avoids them.
"So…what does this have to do with me wanting to spar?"
"What do you think, Master Dan Yulong?" Jing Liu raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice.
"Of course you can, Fusheng, don't worry about Long Zun. Besides, this is also a good opportunity for Lord Long Zun to train."
"Warriors, fighting and talking, Lord Jingliu uses swords to make friends, how can Long Zun not accept? Xianzhou Zhiming is an ally."
"We can't spoil the fun for our distinguished guests." Dan Yu lowered his eyes, waved the folding fan in his hand, and pursed his lips. This is fine.
Perhaps he could take this opportunity to observe whether Fusheng had dreamed of the "magic method of transforming into a dragon" and whether he had inherited the memories of the dragon ancestors of all generations to eliminate the one in ten thousand impossibility.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard in the air, and under the dim lights in the distance, Yannian slowly walked into the scene.
Eyes as clear as glass appear as cold and distant as the moon in the sky.
A dragon master hurried over and said something in Yannian's ear. Yannian looked at Jingliu.
Their eyes met, Jing Liu frowned slightly. Was it an illusion?
She saw it in the other person's eyes - helplessness and a bit of loss.
Strangely, being looked at like this made Jingliu feel suddenly very bad.
There are only two situations when she is in a bad mood.
The first type is that one fails to kill all enemies on the battlefield and blames his own lack of ability and sword for not being sharp enough.
The second one is related to her younger brother.
"You're an enemy, right? That's rare, and it means you'll be a formidable opponent." Jingliu stood up, muttered to himself, and walked toward the platform with an indifferent look in his eyes.
"It's a big trouble right from the start—"
Yannian glanced at the platform. If possible, he really didn't want to fight with his sister at all.
They are all too tired and are always being pushed forward by fate.
But if he doesn't take action now, Danfeng, who is in the shell of Fusheng, will definitely suffer. Yannian looked at Danfeng, his eyes dimmed. Perhaps he could mix in some of the spear skills that Danfeng used when he was a child to hint to the other party that he is "Nian Yan".
No matter how you explain it later, just force yourself to increase your favorability first.
Yannian stepped onto the steps and walked towards the platform. A long spear appeared in his hand. He imitated Danfeng's smile, raised his chin slightly, and hummed softly.
"Oh - it seems that Long Zun is very confident." Jing Liu held the ice sword in her hand, the sword body flashed with cold light, and the sword edge was like a mirror, reflecting her sharp red eyes.
"As expected of someone who has the guts to be late."
"We...stop at this point."
Subconsciously regarding Long Zun's silence as a kind of arrogance, Jing Liu swung the sword in his hand through the air, startling the petals on the surrounding trees. The petals froze into ice in the instant of flying and then shattered into crystal powder.
Yannian's expression remained unchanged and he maintained his original posture.
Dan Feng's heart was in his throat as he watched. He realized that his consideration was completely inadequate. He knew nothing about Jingliu and did not expect that the other party would actually seek a competition with Long Zun.
He originally wanted Fusheng to come over and sit for a while symbolically, and then send him back, after all, he had sealed his throat in advance.
Anyway, everyone knows that Long Zun has no say in Chiming now.
"It's fine if I can't fight back." Dan Feng's mind was in a mess. After thinking carefully, there were many uncertainties.
Even if Fusheng is willing to give up his body, there is no guarantee that his consciousness will not leave again. Without the body, he may truly die.
He occupies the body of the living, and this is his right to speak.
Fusheng is not stupid, he must understand this, he has already emphasized it.
"The Sword Master is very powerful. His potions are completely useless and he can't use his own power."
"He's just asking for trouble, and he uses a gun... What the hell is he thinking?"
Dan Feng stared closely at the person on the stage, and had simulated a hundred ways of escaping in his mind. Before coming, he had thought about causing trouble in Fu Sheng, but all of them could be classified as Long Zun's rebellious behavior.
At the same time, he thought that Fusheng would use his ability to let Danyu notice it, which could also be attributed to a poor imitation.
But what’s the point of using a gun now?
He also made the same gesture as him, and it was impossible to guess what Fusheng was trying to do.
The sword light was almost reaching his throat, and just as Dan Feng was thinking frantically, a crisp sound cut through the night sky.
Dan Feng's eyes widened in astonishment.
Yannian swept the spear in his hand, accurately blocking Ruying's sword, with a fierce momentum that shook the arena slightly.
There was an uproar in the audience, and everyone was talking about it. They had never looked down on Long Zun, and Long Zun was even more contemptuous because he was young and had not yet been able to inherit the legacy passed down from generation to generation.
Unexpectedly, he could still block the sword strike.
Jingliu and Yannian separated at the first touch, dust flew up, and a crack appeared on the table.
"The fierce momentum... is not what the general said - it requires wind." Jing Liu's eyes were slightly deep, as if thinking about something.
"Good winds help..."
"The right people and the right place are essential, but the right time is also essential."
Yannian spoke, shaking his spear calmly.
"Said, spoke?" Dan Feng's mind went blank. The distance was too far and he couldn't hear clearly. Suddenly, someone patted his shoulder. He turned around and saw it was Dan Yu.
"What's wrong, Fusheng, Long Zun's performance is not bad."
Dan Yu smiled lightly, "I am truly worthy of being your disciple."
Dan Feng: “…”
"Then I want to see, Feng Dong, whether you can fly into the sky or fall into the mud." Jing Liu laughed.
For some reason, she felt a favorable impression of the other person when he became more energetic.
The two men fought again, the stone slabs under their feet kept breaking, and the air seemed to be oppressed by the momentum, making a low buzzing sound.
"The cold river reflects the moon."
Jingliu's body paused, and his sword energy was surging. He used this as a cover, and while Yannian was resisting, he leaped behind Yannian and quickly approached him.
Just when everyone thought Yannian was going to lose...
Yannian was thinking about the spear skills that Danfeng had practiced when he was a child, but at that momentary thought, he suddenly remembered the spear skills that Danfeng had practiced when he grew up and went to the battlefield during the first attack on Jingyuan.
And Danheng——
His memories of Dan Feng were divided into several parts, which were now chaotically integrated together. His hands moved automatically, the spear swirled, and the tip of the spear suddenly bit back like a dragon, shattering the ice sword in Jing Liu's hand.
Finally, he moved with strange steps, putting distance between himself and Jingliu.
Jingliu looked surprised and stepped back to stand on the side pillar.
This attack...has some resemblance to the previous generation of Dragon Lord.
Below the stage, a strange light flashed in Dan Yu's eyes. He felt that Fu Sheng had begun to seize the inheritance of the dragon ancestors of all generations.
Very good, now all we have to do is take good care of Fusheng's body.
Even if you fail, it is possible if you get the "Secret Method of Transforming into a Dragon".
When Dan Feng saw this scene, he crushed the cup in his hand with an angry look in his eyes.
This move... comes from the inheritance of the Dragon Ancestor.
And the pace...that was what Nian Yan taught him.
Can Fusheng steal his memory through his body?
This thief - Dan Feng's emotions were distorted.