A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 140: Three Nameless Styles
Ruan Fengshan sat on a tall, wide chair with a gloomy face and said nothing.

Luan Jingfu sat there and told the two of them what had happened.

Duan Rong was still relatively calm, but Lu Feng's face had turned very ugly.

The other party dared to attack Yuanshun Escort Agency, so they must be very powerful. Asking them to deliver the gold is tantamount to sending themselves to death, isn't it?

Duan Rong glanced at Luan Jingfu's face without any emotion. He could figure it out with his toes that it was Luan Jingfu who must have put him in this cannon fodder situation.

"Boss..." Lu Feng's face turned pale, and he still wanted to beg Ruan Fengshan.

But Luan Jingfu interrupted him and said, "Lu Feng! As the saying goes, you need to raise an army for a thousand days before deploying it for a day! The young master is in trouble today, and I hope you can help the shopkeeper and share some of the burden!"

Seeing Luan Jingfu like this, Lu Feng stammered and didn't know what to say.

"Alright! You two can go down." Ruan Fengshan suddenly said, "Don't leave the escort agency! We must be at the mass grave in the southern suburbs at 11:00 a.m. tomorrow."

Duan Rong clasped his fists and turned to leave. They were of low status and had no right to bargain.

As soon as Duan Rong turned around, he found Lu Feng still standing there in a daze, so he reached out and hit Lu Feng on the shoulder. Lu Feng then woke up, clasped his fists slightly, and followed Duan Rong out.

"Duan Rong, what should we do? This is asking us to give away gold. This is asking us to give away our lives!" As soon as they came out of the Juyi Hall, Lu Feng whispered to Duan Rong.

Duan Rong looked at Lu Feng, who looked like a grudge woman with a face full of resentment and fear, and said, "Your life is only life to you. To others, it is worthless. Cheer up, fear will only make you die faster!"

Duan Rong and Lu Fengfa had just walked out of the Juyi Hall when they saw Sun Huang and his men escorting Xu Shouxian to the flower hall in the backyard. Xu Shouxian had a cold and arrogant look on his face, like an unyielding scholar who was about to be executed.

Xiao Zongting followed behind. When he saw Duan Rong, his eyes moved and he said, "Duan Rong, wait for me in my yard. I have something to tell you later."

Duan Rong clasped his fists and said, "Yes, Mr. Xiao!"

After Xiao Zongting and the others walked over, Duan Rong took a look at Lu Feng, whose eyes were still filled with fear, and then walked away.

"Duan Rong!" Lu Feng shouted and caught up with Duan Rong.

Duan Rong turned around, glared at him, and said, "Don't follow me! Find a way to survive yourself!"

After Duan Rong finished speaking, he turned around and walked away, thinking to himself: I am already in a difficult situation, how can I carry a burden like you with me?
Lu Feng looked at Duan Rong's back, glared at him with hatred, and cursed: "Go to hell! We are all cannon fodder, we don't know how to work together, why are you putting on airs!"

Even though he was cursing, Lu Feng was even more scared. Duan Rong was at least at the second level of the Inner Breath Realm, so his chances of survival were much greater than his. He had just entered the realm, how could he cope with it?

When Duan Rong walked into Xiao Zongting's yard, Zhu Xiaoqi was hanging a freshly washed blanket on the clothesline by the wall.

When Zhu Xiaoqi saw Duan Rong coming in, his eyebrows and eyes suddenly turned into crescents, and he said, "Silly boy, when did you come back? Where is my lady? Didn't she go out with you?"

As soon as Zhu Xiaoqi saw Duan Rong, he asked a series of questions like a machine gun.

But Duan Rong was in a depressed mood at the moment, and only answered one sentence. As soon as he came back, he looked at Zhu Xiaoqi and asked, "Xiaoqi, is there anything to eat? I'm a little hungry."

Zhu Xiaoqi also noticed that Duan Rong seemed to be worried. He looked solemn when he came in. He wiped his wet hands with the corner of his clothes and said, "I still have some hot pancakes from lunch. I'll give them to you."

Duan Rong hummed and nodded.

Zhu Xiaoqi put the pancakes that he had heated up at noon on a plate and brought it to the stone table, and also took out some pickled radish and fermented bean curd.

Duan Rong spread some fermented bean curd on the pancake, and then rolled some pickled radish in it, which tasted very sweet. "Eat slowly, be careful not to choke..." Zhu Xiaoqi poured Duan Rong a cup of tea and handed it to him.

Duan Rong ate the whole plate of cakes and drank a cup of hot tea. He felt warm inside. Zhu Xiaoqi looked at Duan Rong's face and asked, "What's wrong? Didn't the escort mission go well?"

Duan Rong sighed but did not answer. Zhu Xiaoqi could not help either, and speaking out would only make people worry.

Zhu Xiaoqi saw that Duan Rong had something to say but was unwilling to tell her. It was obvious that he was alienated from her. She was immediately sad. She picked up the pottery jar containing pickled radish and fermented bean curd, picked up the empty plate, and turned to the kitchen. "Forget it!"

As soon as Zhu Xiaoqi reached the kitchen door, Xiao Zongting limped in. When he saw Zhu Xiaoqi, he asked, "Where's Duan Rong?"

"He's sitting at the stone table in the inner courtyard." Zhu Xiaoqi answered and then slipped into the kitchen.

Xiao Zongting walked to the inner courtyard and saw Duan Rong as expected. Duan Rong stood up immediately when he saw Xiao Zongting.

"Wait for me here." Xiao Zongting said, then limped into the room, went straight to Xiao Baiqiao's boudoir, and grabbed the broken-blade broadsword in the boudoir in his hand.

With a knife in hand, a familiar feeling suddenly spread throughout Xiao Zongting's body like an electric current!

Xiao Zongting had never expected that he would have such a feeling when he held the broken-blade broadsword again. It seemed like an illusion of reuniting with a family member. Xiao Zongting looked at the sword in his hand with a fascinated look and murmured, "Old buddy, you missed me, didn't you?"

Xiao Zongting walked into the yard with the Broken Blade Broadsword in his hand, looked at Duan Rong, and said, "I will teach you three forms of nameless swordsmanship. How much you can comprehend depends on your comprehension and opportunity!"

Duan Rong's eyes suddenly lit up. He knew that what Xiao Zongting was teaching him at this moment must not be ordinary!
Seeing Duan Rong's focused expression, Xiao Zongting shouted, "Pay attention! This is the first move!"

Although Xiao Zongting had a lame leg and his martial arts skills were useless, there was an inner rhythm when he performed the routines.

This is just like Beethoven, who was deaf, but was able to write the Ninth Symphony. Xiao Zongting was obsessed with martial arts all his life, and he was too familiar with the way martial arts worked.

These three nameless moves were created by Xiao Zongting himself. He had never shown them to anyone, not even Xiao Yu, because these three moves were incomplete and he had not yet completed them completely.

The first move is very short, even just a few simple movements, and at first glance, it seems a little incoherent.

But Duan Rong already had some preliminary understanding of martial arts at this time, especially after he had absorbed many sword techniques, gradually, he had some thoughts of his own.

The few simple movements in the first form are more like knife techniques. After peeling off layer by layer, the most essential Yuan form emerges.

Just like elementary particles make up the complex world, different elemental forms are mixed and blended to form swordsmanship.

"Second form!"

Duan Rong had not yet finished digesting the first move, but Xiao Zongting had already started the second move.

Duan Rong gradually figured out the trick. Although the second move was on the same level as the first move, they were both Yuan moves.

But the first move is attack, while the second move is defense.

Just like elementary particles, there are protons, neutrons, and electrons. There are also different types of elementary particles.

“This is the third style!”

Duan Rong's eyes lit up. The third move was a combination of offense and defense.

(End of this chapter)