The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 354: Chapter : Shocked to Dusk, a Sword Master Grants Swords

Ying Chengjiao never thought of himself as a gentleman. He was not able to accept the offer of a beautiful woman and still thought about whether he loved her, liked her or not, was sincere or not, and only loved one person in his life.

He admires pure love, but he is not pure love.

When he first traveled through time, he felt that this life was not as good as his previous life in every way, except for one thing: a man could openly take dozens or even dozens of beauties into his bedroom.

This idea continued until King Zhaoxiang of Qin noticed him, brought him to court, and intended to cultivate him and teach him many principles that superiors knew.

Then he realized that he was wrong.

Some things never change.

The Qin State also practiced monogamy, but this did not in the least prevent the nobles from enjoying life and keeping beautiful women.

He thought his past life was bad because he didn't stand high enough.

He bent his fingers and moved the back of his hand lightly upwards on the girl's snow-white neck. The silky touch felt like touching a piece of the finest white jade.

His palm followed the girl's extremely prominent jawbone and went around to the back of her head.

The other hand plucked the golden hairpin from the girl's head, revealing her black hair like a waterfall.

He ran his hand through the girl's hair and, with a little force, held up her head.

He leaned down slightly, inch by inch closer to the girl's emotionless eyes.

Suddenly, the scorching light in his pupils exploded quickly, and he pounced down swiftly, accurately covering the small mouth that spoke so stubbornly.

Sucking hard and taking greedily.

He let go, breathing hotly, and kissed the girl's fair and pretty face all the way to her earlobe.

Sucking, vaguely:
“So soft.

"You spoke so harshly today, I thought your lips were also hard."

The girl took a deep breath, with a hint of surprise and embarrassment in her big eyes.

How can others' teaching or your own imagination replace experiencing it in person?
The heart that she thought was dead was beating violently, supplying blood and oxygen to the oxygen-deficient Mi Huang.

The air was tingling by her ears, and she was so sensitive that she pursed her lips tightly to keep the moans in her throat, but she couldn't control the slight tremors on her body.

A hand moved under her clothes.

Her face gradually turned red, her brows and eyes were covered with water, and it became more and more difficult for her to endure it, and her shame became more and more intense.

She is from Chu.

She should be proud.

Now, all she has left is pride.

She endured it with difficulty, her thin lips pressed into a line.

At this moment, the hateful boy whom she had loved and called husband for five years pressed his head against hers, his nose against hers, his breath hot:
"Open your mouth."

She pursed her lips tighter and forced herself to look into the boy's eyes. She saw a strong desire in him, just like a tiger that had not eaten for three days saw a fawn.

But she is not a deer, she is a phoenix, the phoenix that Grandma mentioned!

She didn't avoid, didn't give way, and didn't answer.

If it weren't for the strange feelings that kept coming from her body, she would even want to say with a sneer - that's it?
She was speechless.

He could speak.

"Don't they say that the people of Chu don't owe anyone anything?" the young man smiled playfully.

Only the proud girl was left, her teeth clenched tightly and her cheeks slightly puffed out.

Staring at the boy.

Slowly open your mouth.

The boy pounced, aggressive as fire.

Moaning and whimpering.

It goes on and on in an endless cycle.

The girl wanted to suppress her desire at first, but couldn’t, and later she didn’t want to suppress it anymore.

She pushed the boy away with both hands, straddled his legs, held his shoulders, and pecked at his red-inked mouth, clumsily and passionately.

She really doesn't love him anymore.

But if she were asked to find someone in this world to make love with, he would be the only one in her mind.

The silk shirt was violently untied, and men and women spoke frankly.

Spring has just passed outside the car, but spring is just coming inside the car.

"That's it?"

Ying Chengjiao ignored him and put on his clothes while pulling on his trousers.

After tidying up, he took the long collar of Mi Huang's silk skirt piece by piece and put on the clothes he had just taken off.

Mi Huang held her head high from beginning to end, stretching her hands and bending her legs as if the person helping her get dressed was not the heir to the throne of Qin, but her personal maid.

"I gave it to you, but you didn't want it. So we don't owe each other anything." Mi Huang said softly.

"What nonsense are you talking about." Ying Chengjiao patted the mountains lightly, the sound was crisp.

Mi Huang knocked Ying Chengjiao's hand away, her eyes sharp:

"Show some respect! I don't owe you anything! Woohoo!"

The mouth is for kissing, not for quarreling, Ying Chengjiao knows this truth very well.

Mi Huang's brows flashed with anger, and she bit hard.

Ying Chengjiao let out a soft cry, and their lips parted.

The boy wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and the moment he touched them he felt pain and burning sensation.

When I let go, I saw a bloodstain.

He looked up and saw the girl looking at him provocatively:
"My lips are soft, are my teeth also soft?"

Ying Chengjiao smiled, and a madness appeared in his eyes that only appeared when his emotions were out of control.

"You'll know only if you try it," he said, and kissed her again.

Mi Huang used the same trick again, but this time instead of forcing the enemy back, the enemy attacked even more fiercely.

She bit it hard and could taste a sweet and fishy taste, the taste of blood.

She was kissed so hard that she couldn't breathe, and the fishy-sweet smell became more obvious.

The man on his body suddenly stood up.

She took a deep breath, and her pink lips, which had lost the red ink, were stained red again, blood red.

Ying Chengjiao licked the blood from his lips, raised his eyebrows, and said in a provocative tone:

"Bite me to death."

He leaned down again.

Maybe the girl doesn't like the taste of blood.

This time her upper and lower rows of silver teeth did not fit together, and she closed her eyes.

Getting better.

"You're just going to spit on my face?"

"You're too thin. Your ribs keep poking me. I can't go on."

"Won't you turn me over?"

"Can't you eat more and grow fatter?"

The words stopped, only the breath remained.

I don’t know how long.

"The Chu clan cannot be destroyed." "Then you have to work hard."

"Oh, what can I, a woman, do?"

"Beauty is a disaster. You lick my ears and whisper in my ear every day. Are you afraid that I will forget about Chu Xi?"

"I am not Bao Si, and you are not the king. Do you really think you have absolute control over the Qin State?"

"I don't know if I can cover the sky, but I can definitely cover you." Ying Chengjiao said, "With me here, you can always be proud."

"Why didn't you say these words earlier?" The girl trembled, and the flame between her eyebrows became brighter.

"I'm sorry." Ying Chengjiao looked up and said apologetically, "It's a little late."

"It's not too late." Mi Huang pressed the boy's head hard: "It's just that it would be better if it was earlier."

The sun and the moon alternate, and this time every day is when Ying Chengjiao practices martial arts.

Chengjiao Palace, a martial arts training ground.

The young man standing here is full of vigor and vitality, holding a Qin sword at an angle.

"Mr. Gai, you..." The young man saw the white-robed swordsman whom he had not seen here for a long time.

Some were stunned, some were surprised.

Since his sword heart was broken, Gai Nie had not taught the boy sword for a long time. The boy went to the sword master again and again, but the sword master said that the sword skills he taught were useless and drank to get drunk.

The boy tried to enlighten the Sword Master, but to no avail.

Gai Nie, who has practiced the sword as a weapon to the pinnacle, has a profound understanding of the sword that is second to none in the world. No one understands the sword better than the Sword Saint.

Ying Chengjiao had already planned that Gai Nie would never leave him, but unexpectedly, Gai Nie took the initiative to step into the martial arts training ground today.

The sword master in white had a blank expression on his face, his eyes fell on his lord, revealing a hint of sympathy.

This look made Ying Chengjiao feel a little uneasy.

The young man pushed Qin Jian flatly, lowered his body, and took a starting stance:

"Mr. Guy, are you going to test me in swordsmanship today?"

“No, no, no.” Gai Nie shook his head, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and hesitantly said: “Sir, are you…”

"Since then, even the Sword Saint has become hesitant?" Ying Chengqiu asked with a smile.

"Then Nie will speak directly." Gai Nie put down the burden in his heart and said in a deep voice: "Master, is it not possible?"

"???" Ying Chengjiao couldn't laugh, so he forced a smile: "Mr. Gai also knows medical skills?"

"I'm not proficient, but I can tell whether the young master is still a virgin."

"You're a bird! Look at the sword!"

"Master, please don't get angry out of shame. Fortune and misfortune are interdependent. Being inhumane is not without benefit. Master, you have been a virgin, so you can learn sword from Duke Lu. This sword missed by two inches. Master, you are lazy."

"You are inhumane!"

"Nie has a wife and a son."

Not long after.

The previous generation sword master Lu Gou Jian was invited by Gai Nie to come to the martial arts training ground.

Seeing that Gai Nie was teasing his master fiercely, the old man found a relatively clean place without any broken stones and sat on the ground with Juque in his arms.

The old man turned his back to the two people in the field and closed his eyes to rest.

Most of the sword skills of each person are not passed on to others.

He didn't know why Gai Nie asked him to come. Gai Nie just asked him to come without telling him the reason.

"Duke Lu!" Gai Nie, who noticed Lu Gou Jian's arrival, kicked Ying Chengjiao's elbow.

Half of Ying Chengjiao's arm holding the sword went numb, and the Qin sword fell to the ground.

The boy rubbed his elbow and picked up Qin Jian.

Lu Gou Jian walked towards the two men who had stopped fighting. The previous generation Sword Saint, who was also not good at speaking, nodded to his master and Gai Nie, and went straight to the point:

"Now that you are here, why are you looking for Gou Jian?"

When Gai Nie was in a bad mood, Lu Gou Jian often took Gai Nie's place to teach Ying Chengjiao swordsmanship. Although it was called teaching, it was more appropriate to say that he was supervising and practicing with him.

"Please teach me how to use the sword." Gai Nie did not hesitate.

"Are you joking, Lord Gai?" Lu Gou Jian, who had never taught his master swordsmanship, was very surprised.

The more sword skills you learn, the better.

Everyone's swordsmanship is different, and the swordsmanship of the two generations of sword masters can be said to be very different.

Gai Nie's swordplay is very skillful. He practices wrist turning, smooth steps, and piercing the acupuncture points on the dummy so that the tip of the sword can hit the acupuncture points exactly. What is needed is precision.

Lu Gou Jian's swordsmanship emphasizes strength and momentum, and trains endurance, muscles, sword-swinging methods, and methods of leveraging force.

With the size of Juque, there was no need for precision, it could be anywhere. As long as it hit, no matter the head or the body, it would be a death sentence.

Due to their different emphases, Gai Nie and Lu Gou Jian's body areas of development are also different, and the routes of the flow of their vital energy are also different.

Gai Nie's body is like a cheetah, good at running fast, while Lu Gou Jian's body is like a bear, suitable for strong attack.

The two are completely two categories.

On the path of martial arts, once you choose to start practicing martial arts, it will be extremely difficult to practice other things in the middle, because your body has been shaped inside and out by your teacher.

This is also the reason why Bai Wuxia had been laying the foundation for Ying Chengjiao and practicing basic skills, and was unwilling to teach Ying Chengjiao his own martial arts.

"Are you making fun of me, Mr. Gai?" After the old man touched the boy's bones and took his pulse, his words became somewhat unfriendly.

The master's vitality, blood, and even muscles have all been shaped, making them suitable for Gai Nie's swordsmanship, which pursues speed, precision, and flexibility.

If you were to follow him and practice, many of these exercises would not only fail to have a good effect, but might even have side effects.

The old man didn't believe that Gai Nie didn't understand that he couldn't change his master in the middle of learning martial arts. This was not something he could do just by not minding it.

Gai Nie smiled bitterly and wanted to drink again.

But even if there was any possibility, he was unwilling to let his son learn swordsmanship from others.

But on the battlefield where everyone was fighting bravely for the first place, his swordsmanship that pursued technique was much inferior to Lu Goujian's swordsmanship of defeating ten opponents with one force.

When facing an enemy wearing iron armor, Gai Nie's sword must hit the enemy's unprotected part, such as the eyes, in order to cause damage.

But Lu Goujian didn't need to go through so much trouble with the Juque. With one strike of the sword, the soldier's head would be buzzing even if he didn't die. On the battlefield, if he was distracted, he would probably die.

The Sword Master revealed his scar and told Lu Gou Jian about the battle that night.

After hearing this, Lu Gou Jian's expression did not improve due to the praise for his swordsmanship. Instead, he became even more dejected.

He understood this truth earlier than Gai Nie - personal bravery is useless in front of the army.

Otherwise, he would not have followed Lu Buwei.

"My lord, are you willing to learn Gou Jian's swordsmanship?" Lu Gou Jian sighed, "Let's make a promise in advance. If you learn Gou Jian's swordsmanship, you will be constrained by what Gai Jun taught you. And Gou Jian's swordsmanship has many taboos. You can't drink too much, and have sex in moderation..."

Lu Gou Jian mentioned seven or eight taboos, which made Ying Chengjiao's face look even uglier.

What kind of high-end swordsmanship is this? It's so complicated? Can you practice it to be able to fly a sword thousands of miles to kill people?
Learning sword skills from the Sword Master is not so troublesome!
Gai Nie had been following Ying Chengjiao for a long time and could see that his master was unhappy, so he explained:

"Lu Gong's swordsmanship emphasizes strength, and therefore emphasizes Qi and blood, so the requirements on the body are higher than Nie's.

"If a person who is not physically strong learns Lu Gong's swordsmanship, he will hurt himself before he hurts others."

Lu Gou Jian nodded, confirming the Sword Saint's words, and looked at his master, frowning, and said:
"I am not worried about other things, except sex.

"The master is young and full of vigor. Can he control himself?"

"Don't worry, Lord Lu." Gai Nie, who witnessed his master's anger, said tactfully, "The young master has a hidden illness."

What good person can endure this whole afternoon?

"If that's the case." Lu Goujian, who had experienced it, understood it immediately and looked at his master with sympathy: "As long as the master is willing, Goujian can do it."

Ying Chengjiao: “…”

(End of this chapter)