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"As we all know, 20 years ago, there were countless geniuses in the martial arts world. Among them, the most famous are the Four Great Heroic Heroes. Which four are they?" He took a sip of tea and continued, "Sigh, allow me to introduce you all, let me introduce you all, so that I can count Su Ziyue, the wondrous hand of the Godly Doctor Xiaoxiao, the Solitary Snow Sword, Yan Yufei, the four of you are Su Ziyue, Xiao Chunfeng, the Fleeting Blade Master and Yan Yufei, today I want to talk about the story between the mysterious Hongkong Blade Master and Su Ziyue, the Young Noble Wushuang."

"It was a rainy day. Su Ziyue brought her sister to an inn to take shelter from the rain. At this time, thunder rumbled and a masked red clothed swordsman entered the inn …"

The guests of the library listened attentively. In a corner of the library, a youth sitting upright was listening with relish just like the other guests. The only difference was that this youth's appearance was truly too outstanding.

A pair of clear eyes that were cross-eyed and intelligent, yet stiff and cold, gave people a unique aura. The black tight clothes that the youth wore made him seem valiant and valiant, causing people's eyes to involuntarily be attracted to the youth.

The young man was seventeen years old and his name was Tang Ming. He was the sole personal disciple of the famous Sect Master of the Cloud Sky Sect in the martial arts world. He had just been thrown out for training by his own master.

Tang Ming was an orphan picked up by his master, while the Cloud Sky Sect was a respected sect in the martial arts world. Tang Ming's master, Chu Jungran, was also the head of the Cloud Sky Sect, but Chu Jungran was known for his mediocrity and his talent was unrestrained. If it weren't for the fact that Chu Jungran's junior brother Gu Han had sent people flying with his fists, the position of head of the Cloud Sky Sect would not be known to Chu Jungran.

Tang Ming had heard others say more than once that his master had nothing to praise but his face.

Of course, those who said that were beaten up by Tang Ming's martial uncle, the one who was raised by Chu Junran. Not even his parents knew who he was.

Tang Ming's abilities were also taught to him by his martial uncle Gu Han.

At this moment, the storyteller reached a point of excitement.

"When Su Ziyue saw the devil raise a hand towards his sister Su Ruyue, she secretly cursed. At this moment, a sword stopped the devil." The storyteller slapped the table. "If you want to know more, please let me know."

Tang Ming drank a mouthful of tea, wishing for more. Finally, he thought of his Junior Brother that he had locked in an inn with. He patted his head and hurriedly rushed back to the inn.

As soon as he opened the door, his junior, Luo Ling, maintained his strange posture as he walked out of the door, "Senior Brother, didn't you say that you would buy a bun for me to reflect on? Why have you been gone for so long? I don't feel like my entire body belongs to me anymore."

Tang Ming said unhappily, "It wasn't too long ago, was it?"

"Elder Brother, look at the sky. It was noon when you left, and the sun is about to set." Luo Ling cried out, "Stop talking senior brother! Hurry up and open up your junior brother's acupoints. If you continue to be puzzled, you'll really cripple me."

Tang Ming didn't hesitate and immediately removed his acupuncture points. "If Martial Uncle Gu knew that once you hit the mountain, you won't be able to properly form it. I'll catch you in anger and bring you back."

Luo Ling's face immediately turned bitter: "I was wrong, wasn't I? Wasn't he just curious about what the brothel looked like? Senior Brother, you've already punished them, so don't disturb Master anymore. Besides, Master is the same as you, always wearing a stern face. Who knows if you guys are happy or angry? "

"Martial Uncle Gu is still young and not old." Tang Ming poured himself a cup of water.

"Yes, yes, yes, neither old nor old." Luo Ling rolled his eyes and asked, "Oh right, Senior Brother, what have you been doing for so long?"

"Listening to the book." Tang Ming had no intention of hiding anything. He simply explained why he had forgotten about Luo Ling.

Luo Ling was angered: "Senior Brother, if you want to hear this, ask me. Why are you wasting your money in the library? What did you say then, senior brother?"

"Wushuang, you know the story behind that night's battle?" Seeing Luo Ling nod, Tang Ming's eyes lit up: "Then, was that evil killed by Young Noble Wushuang or the Fleeting Blade Master?"

"It's Young Noble Wushuang." Luo Ling sat on the stool and said, "When the Fleeting Blade Master blocked the demon, Young Noble Wushuang easily killed the devil. This devil deserved it, who doesn't know that Fairy Ruyue is the treasure in his heart."

Tang Ming nodded. He had also heard that Young Noble Wushuang loved Fairy Yue the most. Thus, it was reasonable for Young Noble Wushuang to kill the devil in anger.

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Tell me what you asked me about earlier." Tang Ming stretched, "You can't forget what you're doing."

Tang Ming was left behind by his teacher and Luo Ling was not much better off as he had sneaked out. The sect did not tell them what had happened there and it was the first time the two of them left the sect, so they could only rely on themselves to figure things out.

Not to mention that as a senior brother, Tang Ming was a sword fanatic who only focused on practicing his sword. In Luo Ling's words, he was just blind.

However, the moment Luo Ling slipped out, he was caught red-handed by his senior brother Tang Ming, so he could only bitterly laugh and toil for Tang Ming. Luo Ling resigned to his fate and fished out a piece of paper: "Three places, one is the mechanism department left behind by Thousand Chance's Yan Yufei, one is the loss of a child in Xu City, and the last is the Li Family Village's strange and inexplicable illness."

"Where is the Li Family Village?" Tang Ming banged on the table.

"Huh?" Luo Ling didn't understand what was going on. After some time, he finally reacted and asked, "We're going to the Li Family Village, not senior brothers. Where are we going? It's one thing if you don't try to please us, but the key is that we don't know any medical skills? "

"We don't know how to use mechanical arts either. Even if we go to the Mechanical Department, we won't be able to break out of it. Instead, we'll be asking for trouble. I heard that the son of Young Noble Wushuang is already fifteen years old, so it's time for you to go out and train like us. " Tang Ming poured himself a cup of tea: "Do you think, as the owner of the Pure Wind House, Young Noble Wushuang will pave the way for his only son?"

When Luo Ling heard this, he could not help but grumble, "This Young Noble Su is so lucky."

"Our fates can be compared. Compared to those people who are running around in the martial world just for a little fame or a normal cultivation technique, we are already much better. Moreover, we have been carefully taught by our elders since we were young." Tang Ming's eyes lit up, his tone neither humble nor haughty, "Young Noble Su is the son of Young Noble Wushuang, and is also the young lord of Fresh Breeze Manor. The more you get, the more you need to shoulder.

"Yes, yes, yes. Senior Brother, don't be so long-winded. I will go and find out about it right away." Luo Ling muttered in a bored manner, "Those who don't know you think you're my master."

"Say these words in front of me. Don't say them in front of Martial Uncle Gu, I don't want to be lectured." Tang Ming looked at Luo Ling with disdain, "Besides, you are a fisherman who catches up to people every few days. I don't think you are, so why don't you say so?"

"Senior Martial Brother, what's the meaning of this!" Luo Ling was furious. Was he that bad?

"Literally." Tang Ming raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"You're not like that on the mountain!" Luo Ling's eyes were filled with grief and indignation, as if he wanted to devour Tang Ming.

"When you were on the mountain, you had to practice martial arts. When you had just become sensible, you had to help Martial Uncle deal with the sect's affairs. How would I have the time to care about you?" Tang Ming took a sip of tea and said, "When I caught you, I wrote a letter to Martial Uncle telling him to take advantage of this experiential learning to clean up your unruly body. Martial Uncle agreed. He said to stay at the foot of the mountain and listen to me."

Luo Ling was dumbfounded, feeling that his future was dark.

Tang Ming glanced at Luo Ling: "What are you still sitting there for? Why aren't you going out to inquire about something?"

"What about you?" Luo Ling asked subconsciously.

"Cultivate." Tang Ming carried Luo Ling out like a duckling: "Come find me in the morning."

"Pa!" Tang Ming blocked Luo Ling outside the door.

The world finally quieted down.