While the two were chatting in the living room on the first floor, an old man dressed in a robe walked in. As soon as he came in, Xiao Buli immediately understood what Mr. Bang said about Ming and Qing zombies meant.

"Young Master, I heard that you have a guest coming, so I invite him to the front hall to talk." As if I didn't see Xiao Buli's strange expression, the housekeeper had a rigorous expression and nodded to Bang Shao, neither humble nor arrogantly.

Mr. Bang was not surprised, but when he saw his grandfather, he was a little embarrassed. He glanced at Xiao Buli, and Xiao Buli shrugged indifferently. Since he had come to other people's homes, he naturally wanted to meet his parents, no matter how big the "home" was.

With the guidance of the housekeeper, the two walked through the courtyard, passed through a moon gate, and entered the garden. But they saw an energetic old man with white hair and a fairy-like body. He was wearing a training uniform and waving an ancient pine sword. He was not as old as he made his moves. The old man didn't know what sword technique was dancing. Although it was slow and fast, when the sword light rose, his whole body was covered in the sword flowers, without any flaws. As Xiao Buli looked at it, he almost subconsciously gestured in his hands. At first, it was a small range, but later his movements became bigger and bigger, but they were different from grandpa's moves. If someone who knew how to do things stood beside him, he would definitely see that they were all methods of cracking. Xiao Buli fought against the old man in the air.

The old man had already noticed it when the two entered the garden, but the sword dance was done in one go. Although he saw people entering the garden, the old man did not stop at all. He just waited to finish a set of sword techniques and talked over and watched coldly. The old man was a little dissatisfied. Shaobang, a child who had no skills in his studies for many years, started to play some games by leaving his family and slapping his hands. Finally, he was brought back by his father and opened a bar in the city. Although the old man advocated democracy, he was still open on the surface, but he was very conservative in his bones. At the colorful hair, his chest and backless were all sneered from the bottom of his heart. Now he saw that the young man invited Mr. Bang to visit his home was just an irreconcilable and completely uneducated person, so he naturally looked down on Xiao Buli.

However, as Xiao Buli's movements increased, the old man could vaguely see the way. Haha, this kid is a little interesting and calmly restored his energy. The old man looked at Xiao Buli with interest and asked, "You also understand swordsmanship?"

When Xiao Buli saw this, he stopped quickly. He was quite strange about his disobedience just now. He replied respectfully, "I have never been in contact with this, but the old man dances well, so I seem to see the cleverness."

This sentence made the old man feel relieved. He was so flattering that he would not wear it. So he became interested. He pulled out a short stick from the weapon stand beside him and threw the sword in his hand towards Xiao Buli. This time it was extremely dangerous. Although the old man's sword was not said to have broken gold and cut his hair, it was also cut. It was inevitable that he could see blood. However, Xiao Buli didn't seem to think so much. He almost subconsciously grabbed the hilt of the sword and pulled a sword flower.

"Come on," the old man saw that he was a little scared when he received the sword, but his technique was still quite proficient. He immediately became interested. With a shout, he had already set his sights on the spot.

Xiao Buli was in a difficult position to ride a tiger at this time. The other party was Mr. Bang's grandfather. It was the person he should respect. He had to use a knife for the first time when he met. It was unreasonable, but judging from the old man's posture, it was unreasonable to not gesture today. Just walk into the circle with a tough needle.

He really has no experience in swordsmanship. He only vaguely remembers that when he was watching martial arts movies when he was a child, he would gesture with a wooden stick for a while. He could not help but feel at a loss when he held the sword. The old man was extremely excited. He could not even find a person who practiced against him on weekdays. Could he miss such a good opportunity?

"Come here." As the old man shouted, he used the wooden stick in his hand as a sword envoy, and ran to Xiao Buli to the front door, but first he didn't know the opponent's background, and secondly, the old man really hoped that someone could fight him a few moves, so he hit him with one stick, although it was an attack, but it was actually a move, and the speed was extremely slow.

Seeing the stick coming in front of him, Xiao Buli's brain, which was still hesitating, suddenly made a judgment, blocked it and carried the stick out.

"Okay~." The old man shouted, but the stick and the sword did not touch it. They turned into virtual moves. A kite turned over. The stick left the face and ran to Xiao Buli's waist and eyes. Seeing that the old man changed his moves again, Xiao Buli was in a hurry to block the sword immediately.

In this way, after more than a dozen moves, although Xiao Buli still had the power to fight back and had no ability to resist, the moves changed faster and faster under the old man's guidance. "Sp" the old man pointed at Xiao Buli's wrist with a stick, and the long sword in Xiao Buli's hand fell to the ground. His wrist was numb, but he knew that the old man was showing mercy.

"Boy, you really haven't practiced it?" the old man asked loudly without hesitating his stick.

Xiao Buli shook his head quickly.

"Okay, come again." The old man seemed to be excited by Xiao Buli. He used a stick to lift the hilt of the sword and threw the sword over again. Xiao Buli caught it, but this time it was much more neat. The two fought again, leaving Mr. Bang aside.

At this time, Mr. Bang was happy to be idle. This grandfather forced himself to practice swords since he was a child. He sat down next to the Ron Diao tea table. The housekeeper immediately came up to pour tea for the young master. Mr. Bang kowtowed melon seeds, drank Longjing, and watched the situation on the field.

Although he was deliberately letting go of water, the old man's sword force was still attacking Xiao Buli, but with the warm-up of the previous game, Xiao Buli seemed to slowly understand such a trick, and his speed gradually increased. He could make a few moves once or twice, no longer like the last time he resisted.

The old man made an immortal guide with a move. Xiao Buli was about to point the wooden stick at the center of his eyebrows. He didn't know why, but suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. He raised his head back. Taking advantage of the opponent's sword force, he leaned forward and turned into an attack. The long sword in his hand surrounded the stick, as if he was circling three times in a row, and all the old man's strength was removed. He pushed the stick aside, pointed the long sword in his hand forward, and took the old man's face.

"Ah" Young Master Bang, who had been watching the show on the sidelines, exclaimed in surprise.

The old man in the middle of the venue also took a breath and said it was a while ago. At that time, the old man was so angry that he fell into his dantian, bent down and stepped on his feet, and leaned backwards. Even though he reacted so quickly, he still let the sword cut off a few strands of white beard.

When Xiao Buli stabbed with a sword, he was stunned on the spot, but the sword had already appeared, but he couldn't stop it. Fortunately, the old man had a deep foundation, otherwise this sword... Xiao Buli stopped on the spot and a trace of cold sweat broke out in his palm.

The old man was at the bottom of the bottom. After all, he was old and a little bit confused. Mr. Bang hurriedly threw away the melon seeds in his hand to help him.

"Okay, this triple wave makes it beautiful." Although the waist bone was a little painful, the old man still praised.

Hearing it, Xiao Buli came back to his senses from the void, hurriedly clasped his fists, "I offended you, old man."

The old man waved his hand when he heard this, and the young master helped him to sit next to the coffee table and rest.

"Santhidi wave? I used the Santhidi wave just now?" Xiao Buli stood there in disbelief, looking at the sword in his hand and the beards scattered on the ground.

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Chapter completed!