Chapter 140: Three Nameless Styles

Ruan Fengshan sat on a tall and wide chair, with a gloomy face and no words.

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

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

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

Duan Rong glanced at Luan Jingfu's face without moving. He could understand with his toes that Luan Jingfu must have put him in this kind of cannon fodder.

"Shopkeeper..." Lu Feng's face turned green, and he wanted to beg Ruan Fengshan.

But Luan Jingfu interrupted him and said, "Lu Feng! As the saying goes, it takes a thousand days to raise an army and a day to use it! 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 was hesitant and didn't know what to say.

"Okay! You two can go down." Ruan Fengshan suddenly said, "Don't leave the escort agency! We will arrive at the mass grave in the southern suburbs at 1:00 a.m. tomorrow."

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

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

"Duan Rong, what should we do? This is not asking us to give away gold? This is asking us to give away our lives!" Lu Feng whispered to Duan Rong as soon as he left the Juyi Hall.

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 life for you, but it is worthless to others. Cheer up, fear will only make you die faster!"

Duan Rong and Lu Feng just left the Juyi Hall and saw Sun Huang and his men escorting Xu Shouxian to the flower hall in the backyard. Xu Shouxian looked cold and arrogant, like an unyielding scholar going to the execution ground.

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 glanced at Lu Feng, who was still full of fear, and left.

"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!"

Duan Rong said, then turned around and strode away, thinking: I am already a mud Buddha crossing the river, how can I carry you, a burden?

Lu Feng looked at Duan Rong's back, glared at him with resentment, and cursed: "Go to hell! We are all cannon fodder, don't know how to work together, and put on airs!"

Even though he was cursing, Lu Feng was even more afraid in his heart. Duan Rong was at least the second level of the inner breath realm, and his chance of survival was 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 drying a freshly washed blanket on the clothesline by the wall.

As soon as 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 string of bullets.

But Duan Rong was in a depressed mood at this time, 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 saw that Duan Rong seemed to be worried. As soon as he came in, his face was solemn. He wiped his wet hands with the corner of his clothes and said, "There are still some hot pancakes from noon. I'll give them to you."

Duan Rong hummed and nodded.

Zhu Xiaoqi put the hot pancakes from noon on a plate and brought them to the stone table. He also took pickled radish and fermented bean curd.

Duan Rong spread some fermented bean curd on the pancakes, and then rolled some pickled radish, and ate it very sweetly.

"Slow down, 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 in his stomach. Zhu Xiaoqi looked at Duan Rong's face and asked, "What's wrong? Didn't the escort go smoothly?"

Duan Rong sighed and didn't answer. Zhu Xiaoqi couldn't help him. It would only make people worry if he said it out.

Zhu Xiaoqi saw that Duan Rong was obviously unhappy but didn't want to tell her. He was obviously alienated from her. She was a little sad. She took the pottery jar with pickled radish and fermented bean curd, picked up the empty plate, and turned to the kitchen. "Forget it!"

As soon as Zhu Xiaoqi walked to the kitchen door, Xiao Zongting limped in. Seeing Zhu Xiaoqi, he asked, "Where is Duan Rong?"

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

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

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

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

Xiao Zongting didn't expect that he would have such a feeling when he held the broken blade broadsword again. It seemed like an illusion of reuniting with relatives. Xiao Zongting looked at the sword in his hand with a fascinated look, and murmured: "Old friend, you miss me, right?"

Xiao Zongting took the broken blade broadsword and walked into the yard. Looking at Duan Rong, he said: "I will teach you three styles of nameless swordsmanship. How much you can comprehend depends on your comprehension and opportunity!"

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Duan Rong's eyes lit up immediately. He knew that what Xiao Zongting was teaching him at this time must be extraordinary!

Seeing Duan Rong's focused eyes, Xiao Zongting shouted: "Pay attention! This is the first move!"

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

This is just like Beethoven, who was deaf, but could write the Ninth Symphony. Xiao Zongting was obsessed with martial arts all his life. 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 was very short, even just a few simple movements. At first glance, it seemed a little incoherent.

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

The few simple movements of the first move were more like sword techniques. After peeling off layer by layer, the most essential Yuan style.

Just like elementary particles, which make up a complex world, different elemental styles, mixed and blended, make up swordsmanship.

"Second style!"

Before Duan Rong had finished digesting the first style, Xiao Zongting had already started the second style.

Duan Rong gradually saw the door. Although the second style and the first style were at the same level, they were both elemental styles.

But the first style was for attack, while the second style was for defense.

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

"This is the third style!"

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