The Ziyi Hou wanted the little princess to join Wang Dong's sect. Wang Dong neither refused nor agreed. However, the little princess called the master without hesitation. When she met such a weird little girl, even Wang Dong had a headache.

"Hey! Master, hurry up and sing for others!" The little princess supported her delicate and fair chin with one hand, and shook Wang Dong gently with the other hand.

Wang Dong laughed in silence and said, "If you don't go to practice swords, why are you upset me again?"

"Does the master think I'm annoyed?" The little princess lowered her head and looked dull. She looked like she was about to cry: "That's right, she is neither obedient nor obedient, she always makes people angry, and it's also worth getting bored."

As he said that, he seemed to be about to cry, his eyes were red.

Wang Dong looked at her speechlessly: "Stop coming, you should keep this trick against Ling'er, Zhu'er!"

The little princess seemed to have changed her face, her sad expression swept away, she giggled, twisted her light body and jumped up from the horizontal tree.

The snow-white clothes flew in the sky, like butterflies' wings. The little feet wearing pearl boots were gently lit up, and they rose slowly like a floating cloud.

Her figure was weak and willow Fufeng, extremely delicate and light, floating up as if she had no weight, and rose to a higher layer of crosswood.

This cross-border tree is even higher than where Wang Dong was lying, and is ten feet above the ground, as if it was a single-plank bridge hanging in the sky with nowhere to rely on.

However, the little princess was not moved at all, smiled, stretched her arms, walked around the narrow single tree, occasionally jumping with one foot, with a light and graceful posture!

The little princess seemed to have regarded this extremely dangerous move as a fun game. While jumping on the single tree with one foot, she pouted her mouth and said to Wang Dong below: "Master, I have already practiced that move 'Flying Immortal from the Sky'. When will you teach me other martial arts?"

Wang Dong smiled and said, "You are also called practicing well. In my opinion, you are simply a mess except for dancing with a little better sword dance!"

"But Dad said, I've got three tricks in this move. I've entered the house!" The little princess stopped jumping and said in discontently.

Wang Dong took a sip of wine and looked at the blue sky with a long and quiet look: "If you just want to compete with the martial artists in the world, you can barely be called entering the house, but if you want to reach the top, it is too far away."

"Isn't it enough to compete with the martial artists in the world?" the little princess wondered.

"The world is so great, and there are countless people. There are countless people who learn martial arts! There are so many people who learn martial arts, but after all, there are many mediocre people. Few people achieve their achievements!" Wang Dong said lightly.

The little princess's face showed a thoughtful look, she turned her head and thought for a moment, then jumped out two or three feet and landed on another slightly shorter mast.

Although the mast is slightly short, it is about eight or nine feet tall. The little princess has one foot hanging in the air, and the single foot is on the top of the mast.

A sea breeze blew, making her dress look like blooming snowflakes.

Her delicate figure swayed with the sea breeze, and her flat arms swirled, and a 360-degree whirlpool came to the top of the mast.

While turning around, he said, "Oh! In the eyes of the master, what is considered a success?"

"For me, there are only three or five people in the martial arts world!" Wang Dong said.

"Three or five people? Is there only so few?"

The little princess seemed to be addicted to playing, and she jumped up from the top of the mast and landed on a fixed rope that fixed the main mast.

She still stretched her arms flat, as if she was performing acrobatics, climbing step by step along the half-moon arc hanging down the rope rope. While keeping it stable, she was still distracted and spoke: "Master, I'm very curious, who are the people who can catch your eyes?"

Wang Dong smiled and said in a leisurely manner: "Do you still remember the person who taught you to arrange flowers?"

This is what I mean by the senior brother of the Marquis of Ziyi, Zhou Fang of the Marquis of Jinyi!

The little princess smiled sweetly and nodded: "Of course I can't forget it. My father admires him very much! If as the master said, there are only three or five people in the world who can achieve something, of course he is indispensable."

"Yeah!" She nodded lightly and said, "Of course my dad must not be missing!" There was unconcealed pride in her tone.

"Not bad! You are such a smart child, you can understand at all." Wang Dong smiled and said, "You should know this third person, too."

The little princess responded in surprise: "I know? Who is it?"

Wang shook his wine pot and asked slowly: "Recently, who is the most popular in the martial arts world, who is the most powerful in the sharpest, and who is the most terrifying to others?"

The little princess looked dazed and smiled, "It turns out that the master is talking about the man in white from the east. I heard that this man crossed the sea and crossed the east, with one sword, but he wanted to challenge the martial arts world. So far, no one can take his sword! I don't know if this man is too much, or if there are a group of stupid and incompetent stupid pigs in the martial arts world today."

Wang Dong said: "A good child should never keep slandering."

The little princess snorted: "I'm not a good boy. I'm just a willful girl who loves to make trouble and is willful!"

Then she started to laugh again, gently hooking the rope with her little feet, and swinging her body onto the original crossbar like a swing, like a most polite lady, performing the etiquette of a textbook, and she was blessed with a little charming at a young age: "But since it's what the master said, of course they can't ignore it, um--!"

She stretched out her slender white index finger, tapped her red lips, and said, "But my father has also paid great attention to the man in white recently. I think this person's ability is quite good."

In the original world line, at this time, the Marquis of Purple did not pay attention to the man in white. It was not until Fang Baoyu, Hu Buchou and others boarded the five-color sailboat and brought the swords of the man in white. This made the Marquis of Purple, who had been silent for a long time, once again raised the fighting spirit and made a promise to the Bohai Sea with the man in white, competed with the man in purple, white robe and two swords!

But now, due to Wang Dong's special attention, the Purple-clothed Marquis noticed the man in white in advance. There are always some people in this world, and some things are like the fate that God has already destined. No matter what the process changes, they will eventually return to the starting point.

The Marquis of Purple and the Man in White are like two magnets that are positive and negative. Even if they are thousands of miles apart and never know each other, fate is like an invisible hand, which will make the two most famous swords in the world compete to compete and decide the outcome!

"There are three people, are there any more?" the little princess continued to ask.

Wang Dong drank the wine in the pot and smiled and said, "There are people in white in the East China Sea and Marquis of Purple in the Bohai Sea. How can you miss the King of Beiming Xiaoyao!" (To be continued...)

ps: I finally got my driver's license yesterday! The process was ruthless!

Volume 23: Huanhua and Sword Washing Chapter 529: There are only three or five accomplished people in the world!:

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