Beautiful and miserable be aesthetics

Chapter 86

The first person to come to his senses was Emperor Jing Cheng, who knew Lian Shenwei's details.

Emperor Jing Cheng clapped his palms and exclaimed, and all the stunned courtiers came back to their senses in a trance. The applause of sincerity and falsehood was mixed together, breaking the silent atmosphere that was inexplicably shocked by Lian Shenwei's aura just now.

"Accepted, young master."

Haitang was startled, Lian Shen drew back his sword slightly, suddenly frowned and coughed a few times.

Mingzhu's arms were wrapped around the clothes he had just taken off, and the coughing sound passed away immediately, and the thick cloak was pressed on the young man's slightly thin shoulders again, together with the stunning demeanor just now, they were no longer seen.

"Master, the wind and cold are just right, don't catch a cold again."

Ming Zhu instructed.

Li Ningfeng looked complicated, and raised his hand to touch the side of his neck.

If he met Lian Shenwei on the battlefield just now when he lost all his internal energy, he would be a corpse now.

The chill just now was clearly sword aura, the sword aura only possessed by the Mahayana of the Dao of Kendo.

But in that sword energy, there was no sword intent.

Sword Qi without sword intent is more like...an imitation.In other words, Lian Shenwei's sword just now was not his own move, but he imitated someone else's move.

If he is only imitating, and he is so strong, then how far has his own real strength reached.

Does such a person really have no internal strength?

Li Ning didn't believe it.

He thought about it, raised a smile and walked forward, and said as he walked: "I didn't expect the regent to be proficient in martial arts. It's really surprising. I must have had a powerful master in the early years."

"I tell you..."

A look of amusement flashed across Lian Shenwei's eyes, and he took the time to see what kind of tricks this kid could come up with.

When he was still a step away from him, Li Ningfeng suddenly let out a whoop, and rushed forward, hitting the sword held in his left hand.

Lian Shenwei's eyelids twitched, and he quickly took a step to the left.

Li Ningfeng squinted his eyes, pretended to be flustered, grabbed Lian Shenwei's right wrist, pretended to squeeze it quickly, and before Lian Shenwei could speak, he stood up and said embarrassedly: " Hey, the ground is too slippery, I accidentally slipped and fell on my newly made shoes, don't blame the regent."

There was a shock in his heart.

Lian Shenwei really has no internal strength in his body.

His previous feeling was correct.

And Li Ningfeng noticed that Lian Shenwei didn't have any calluses like those of a martial arts practitioner, except for the thin calluses where he held the pen in his right hand.

It shows that he has not practiced martial arts with a sword for a long time in several years.

Since the pen is held in the right hand, even Shen Wei's dominant hand should be the right hand, but when he fought against him just now, when he drew the sword, he used his left hand.

Unless this person's right hand has been injured, without internal strength, he cannot complete movements that require wrist strength and inch strength like drawing a sword.

Then he jerked and squeezed just now...

These thoughts are just a matter of a blink of an eye.

Li Ningfeng turned his expression slightly, and his eyes fell on Lian Shenwei's right hand which was covered by the cloak.

I can't see anything through the clothes.

Lian Shenwei said indifferently: "It's better for young master to be more careful, otherwise it will be really hurt, and if it spreads, people outside will think that young master is dissatisfied with Gu's handling of Luan Qingan's affairs, and has a grudge in his heart."

He handed the sword over to the eunuch next to him, and nodded towards Emperor Jing Cheng, "Your Majesty, I have not recovered from illness, and it is cold outside, so I will go back to the residence first."

Emperor Jing Cheng: "Come here, take the regent back. Lian Qing, take a good rest, the most important thing is your body."

Lian Shenwei replied yes, Ming Zhu and Tian Nan followed him and left the palace.

Li Ningfeng frowned slightly as he watched his leaving back.

Lian Shenwei only made one move, but he could feel that he didn't try his best. Even if he didn't have internal strength, such a 'superficial kung fu' couldn't be practiced overnight.

But if he remembers correctly, when he talked about Lian Shenwei with Jing Jue the day before yesterday, Jing Jue said that he is a teacher, but he has studied literature and books since he was a child, and he has never heard of the experience of learning martial arts.

There are some things that he has to check carefully.

The moon hides behind the dark clouds.

The carrier pigeon fluttered away.

Foquan Temple.

"For so many years, the only person I can't understand in Dashengchao is Lian Shenwei." Mo Da burned incense and placed it in front of the Buddha statue, "After searching for so long, still can't find out his details?"

Mu Xiang said: "His recorded identity and files are clear, there is nothing to check. Which official in the Dasheng Dynasty was not allowed to be an official until the three generations of his ancestors were clearly checked? Grand Master, this can't be faked , if you really doubt his identity, the only one who can fake it is Emperor Jing Cheng."

Emperor Jing Cheng helped a courtier forge his identity?What is he plotting?

"However, the news came today that Lian Shenwei defeated Li Ningfeng with just one move."

"One trick?" Moda slowly opened his eyes, and after a long time, he said, "Go and investigate again, this time don't limit yourself to the imperial court, go to the rivers and lakes to investigate."

"Yes."

Mu Xiang: "The informant that Luan Qingan contacted was also discovered by Lian Shenwei. He didn't kill him, but broke the man's leg and let him go. It seems that he wanted to catch a big fish with a long line. It's resolved, Grand Master rest assured."

"Well," Moda sat on the futon and picked up the wooden fish next to him, "The capital is prosperous, but the frontier is bitterly cold. The young master is so young, he should enjoy it more like his father."

Mu Xiang: "What do you mean?"

Moda didn't make a sound, and began to recite scriptures in a low voice.

Mu Xiang: "I understand."

Loyalty Marquis Mansion.

Li Ningfeng recalled what happened today, took a pen and wrote a letter, tied it to the golden-winged eagle's leg, and threw it forward: "Go."

A few years ago, after he practiced an unnamed but very suitable mind method by mistake, a mysterious person approached him.Said that he practiced their core inheritance, and asked him to call him master according to the rules of the rivers and lakes.

Li Ningfeng thought he was a liar, but the mysterious man delivered letters to him several times, every word of admonition, and he could tell from his conversation that he seemed to be a gentle and free-spirited Jianghu person who lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests.

The master never asked him to do anything, and he didn't even ask him to perform any duties as a successor. He only asked him to study the mental method well.They have been together for so many years, and they have never even met each other.

The master is profound, and it seems that no problem can stump him.

Li Ningfeng often asks for advice when he has something he doesn't understand. Apart from his father, the one he respects most in his heart is this unnamed master.

Now that he has returned to the capital, the letter sent out by the master should be received faster than when he was in the frontier.

Li Ningfeng turned over and went out of the window, took out a long sword from the weapon rack in the courtyard, and flicked it with his finger.

The moonlight fell on the sword like a layer of frost.

He suddenly grasped the sword and swung it forward.

wrong.

Li Ningfeng swung it several times but couldn't get it right, only then did he understand the profoundness of Lian Shenwei's sword today.

As soon as I was absorbed in it, it was midnight before I knew it.

Li Ningfeng moved his ears, wiped the sweat off his brow, put away his sword and turned to look at the arch: "Uncle Liu, why are you here?"

Uncle Liu is the housekeeper in the mansion, and he is older than his father.

"Master Hou knew you were staying up so late, so he ordered me to bring you some food so that you wouldn't be hungry at night." Uncle Liu put the food box on the stone table with a smile, opened it, and brought out a bowl of stewed rice with minced meat. Congee, "I put it here, you remember to eat."

Li Ningfeng: "Okay."

Uncle Liu nodded lovingly, turned and left.

The children who came out of Zhongyihou's mansion were instilled with the concept of hard-won food since they were young. That bowl of porridge, the young master who fought in the frontier for three years, would never waste it.

Li Ningfeng practiced for another half an hour, the porridge became warm, he threw away the sword, paused when he picked up the bowl, then took out a needle in his bosom, tried it in the porridge, saw no change , Drink the porridge in a few mouthfuls.

Regent House.

The owner of the study was not working, so he only lit a lamp on the case, which looked a little dark.

Feng Ke yawned sleepily, complaining and nagging while applying medicine to Lian Shenwei's right wrist, "...Although I am very confident in my medical skills, but after your tendons and meridians were broken back then, you still can't go back. If Gu worms are removed, they will be completely useless."

"My father and I will sew and mend for you. The embroiderer is almost as good as the Shuzhou embroiderer. It's fine for normal use, but it can't withstand pulling. You don't know how strong Li Ning's hand is." Do you know? Don’t you know how to hide? Isn’t it cool when it hurts? Is it cool?”

As soon as it's time to go to bed, Feng Ke becomes irritable, which is commonly known as "noisy sleep".

He picked out a small piece of ointment, and used a small moon to rub it on his friend's wrist.

Lian Shenwei: "..."

Not happy.

He knew he was wrong, so he didn't add fuel to the flames.

Tian Nan came in, holding a small bamboo slip and a small box in his hand.

"Master, from the residence of the Marquis of Zhongyi. I brought it together with the previous things from the Zhuangzi on the outskirts of the city."

Lian Shenwei opened the bamboo tube, inside was a letter, densely written, at a glance, it was almost the same as what he guessed, it was about today's martial arts competition.

[Master says:

Fight against one person today, and lose to the opponent with one move.The opponent has no internal strength, the hand has no cocoons, and the apprentice has three questions... Please answer it, master.

When I returned to Beijing recently, I had some free time, and I didn't know where the master was. My disciple wanted to thank the master face to face for his teaching.

And, what I sent to Master last time, I don't know if Master likes it or not. ]

Lian Shenwei thought for a moment, he knew where Li Ningfeng's weaknesses were, and he felt it clearly at the reception banquet today.

When the ointment on his wrist was absorbed, he reached for the pen holder—

"no!"

Lian Shen shook his hands slightly.

Tian Nan was taken aback.

Feng Ke's eyes widened, he couldn't believe it: "What are you doing?!"

Lian Shen was silent: "Reply."

"...Come here, hold it, write, I'll watch you write," Feng Ke picked out the brush himself, dipped it on the inkstone, and stuffed it into Lian Shenwei's hand.

Lian Shen held it slightly, the pen was hovering in the air in his hand, the tip of the pen was trembling slightly.

He paused, held his right wrist with his left hand, stabilized it, and fell to the paper.Before writing the first stroke, the brush was taken away by Feng Ke.

Feng Ke's expression was not good, and he threw out three words: "Stop writing, it's not good."

Lian Shenwei looked at him, "I think I can write well."

The smile on the young man's lips was still there, and the earth dragon was still burning in the house. He was wearing a thin green shirt, sitting under the dim yellow candle, exuding a warm and scholarly atmosphere.

A huge change, in a few years, can change one person into another.

But still the same stubborn.

Nine years ago, when Lian Yubai woke up, it was also in spring, when the pear blossoms first bloomed. After he knew that his right hand was useless and his internal energy could not be used, he didn't have any abnormal reaction, but he put on the strong clothes that were convenient for practicing kung fu that afternoon.

["Feng Ke, even if I can't use my internal strength, I think I can still swing the sword with my right hand."

Holding the lightest wooden sword in his hand, the young man repeated the simplest slashing movements dripping with sweat, but he never swung the sword without trembling once.

Feng Ke heard his father sigh: "Don't try to persuade him, he will pass this test sooner or later."

He was always in the corner, watching the sword-wielding figure with his father.

Lian Yubai practiced tirelessly.

It wasn't until the wooden sword in his hand was out of his hand that he couldn't even hold it, then he stayed silent under the pear tree in a daze.

The boy stood for a whole night, pear blossoms fell all over his shoulders.

For a moment, Feng Ke felt that he was very proud in his bones, and his back was not as straight as before.

Lian Yubai looked at the wooden sword on the ground. Before dawn, he bent down and picked up the wooden sword on the ground. He still swung it tirelessly with his right hand.

Feng Ke looked up, and he saw his father's eye circles were red, and he couldn't bear to close his eyes. ]

Feng Ke came back to his senses. In fact, he knew all along that his small left-handed sword is also very good, but there is a strength in his bones that supports him not to admit defeat and supports him to move forward.

He glanced at the brush in his hand, intending to return it to Lian Shenwei, and said after some consideration: "You..." It's not impossible to write a few fewer words in the reply.

"never mind."

Lian Shen gave up slightly, took the remaining small box with a smile, and opened it to have a look.

Feng Ke was stunned: "You don't write anymore?"

Lian Shenwei: "I won't write any more."

He rummaged through the things that Li Ningfeng had sent him in the small box, most of which were precious skin care products. For some reason, this kid thought that his master was about 50 or [-] years old, a middle-aged man, and even once I sent him a tiger penis in a nonchalant way.

"Fortunately I didn't reply to the letter, otherwise my hands would tremble and my handwriting would tremble. He would have thought that I was actually an old man in his seventies who couldn't write well." Lian Shen smiled.

His voice entered Feng Ke's ears, fluttering and drifting far away, a little unreal.

He looked at Lian Shenwei's smiling eyes at the moment, but what he remembered was the boy who was deeply buried in his memory, under the pear tree, gritting his teeth and swinging the wooden sword again and again.

Feng Ke suddenly wished so much that Lian Shenwei could snatch the brush from him and write a word on the paper, even just a stroke.