If it was the early Ming Dynasty, most scholars would be ashamed of money, no matter how much they liked it behind their backs, they would be ashamed of profit in person. However, nowadays, the world is luxurious now. Even Xu Jie, who was the chief assistant, had run the largest machine shop in Songjiang, and hired hundreds or thousands of mechanical workers. Since the Lü family in Xinchang was a local wealthy family, even if Lu Guangwu did not take care of these common affairs, he would certainly not sneer at it, but attached great importance to it. He had been frank and famous in his early years, traveling around the world, and had a broad vision. Now that he had realized Wang Fulin's idea, he finally nodded happily after pondering for a long time.

"Since you have such ambition, I will introduce a few people to you. However, even if there are my disciples among them, whether they can touch them depends on yourself."

As for the piao number, Lu Guangwu didn't say much. Wang Fulin also said that this was just a concept, and the amount of capital required was extremely large, and it would be obvious in the future that it would also require coordination among all parties. The Lu family in Xinchang is just a wealthy family in Xinchang, and his elder brother has retired and returned to his hometown. He will never interfere in such a too conspicuous matter.

The biggest thing was successfully discussed, and Wang Fulin was naturally excited, but who would have thought that Mr. Ke, who had just smiled and was the audience, suddenly talked about the scene when He Xinyin went to Jixi, Huizhou to worship Hu Zongxian. When he talked about the teacher he respected most, Lu Guangwu immediately sat upright and then sighed: "I was traveling before. It was too late to get the news, so I went to worship alone, and did not alarm the Hu family, but because of this, I missed Master He."

However, after hearing Mr. Ke’s words, He Xinyin actually lived in the West Garden for a while and taught Wang Fulin’s swordsmanship, he immediately said with great interest: “Oh? Although my swordsmanship is not taught by Master He, Master He travels around the world and has a profound attainment in swordsmanship. If this is the case, you will be my junior brother. Since it is delivered to you today, how can you not measure your skills?”

Wang Fulin didn't expect that Lu Guangwu would invite him like this, and he was shocked to get up suddenly. His waist and back were evenly symmetrical, and his divine light was shining. He couldn't help but feel a little heroic. What is the ability of this Xinchang Confucian hero who was called a warrior of the world by Xu Wei and Hu Zongxian? He heard it as a false ear and a true eye! Of course, he knew the importance of it. At this moment, he quickly stood up and smiled and said, "It is also my honor to be lucky enough to ask Mr. Lu for advice, but I have only studied with Mr. He for more than a month, and I am afraid I will make a laugh at the Fang family."

The meaning of this is very clear. I have only practiced for a while. You can give me some advice, but there is no need for other audiences!

Lu Guangwu understood it. When he led the way and led everyone to the last martial arts field in his house, he sent all the idle people out. On the side of the martial arts field, Xiaobei, who was watching the game, was even more nervous than his end. In the end, he couldn't help complaining to Mr. Ke: "Sir, you are the same. He suddenly attacked and attacked someone unexpectedly. That was really useful. How could he compare with the warriors like Uncle Lu who had learned swords since childhood and even honed on the battle formation? Aren't you just let him be ugly for nothing?"

"Since I came to Xinchang and didn't see the real warriors in the world, wouldn't it be a waste of time? Lu Guangwu's swordsmanship. According to legend, it was Zhang Yong, the governor of Hangzhou in the Song Dynasty. Although it was not unique to killing enemies on the battlefield, he experienced a Japanese turmoil, and his swordsmanship had been cured to remove the drought and preserve the essence."

Mr. Ke said this. He was also a little leisurely and said nonsense: "The sea air hits the city without guarding it. The Japanese slaves entered Jinshankou at night. The bronze sign was half-passed and the sword blood was tilted to embroidered purple flowers. Lu Sheng was born with his eyebrows raised, but he left his house to guard the city. He brought his boldness out of Wuguan, wrapped in iron and white trees. After singing in the building, he was half-hearted, and the Confucian crown was high and brushed against the clouds. He walked through the Panshui River, but felt that he went to pick the celery. Lu Sheng had his own unique aura, and learning from the enemy was not what he wanted. The green color of the peak in the Tianmu Mountain was slightly, and the stone bed was slanted to the reading room."

Xiaobei has heard this song "Gived to Lu Zhengbin" by Xu Wei and Xu Wenchang several times, but he cannot recite it casually like Mr. Ke. At this moment, he heard a clear and light chant with a long sword unsheathed in the audience, and it was Lu Guangwu who took the lead in taking action. Although Mr. Ke just said it lightly, Xiaobei was so nervous that he clenched his fists, and he was holding his breath, fearing that Wang Fulin would not be distracted for a moment.

Such a fight is risky. By the way, I didn’t have time to ask just now if I used an unblack sword. What if I was injured?

Wang Fulin didn't expect Lu Guangwu to take action first. Although Lu Guangwu said that he was his junior brother, he was really a big difference at this age. Shouldn't the elder's guidance to the younger generation let him attack first? The moment the sword wind came towards him, countless ways to deal with him turned around, almost all of them took a step back to avoid his sharp edge. However, the choice he made in the end was to grit his teeth and take a step forward, straight into his chest, and it was a move that was to die together, or both sides suffered losses.

With this first move alone, Xiaobei finally couldn't help but exclaim. Mr. Ke couldn't help but be surprised and murmured to himself: "Compet with the Warriors in the World? When did he be so arrogant?"

However, just as the two were almost intersecting head-on, Wang Fulin rolled sideways, and the sword that was originally brave enough to move forward became a protective protection that protected his face. After bounced up, he regained his might and attacked Lu Guangwu on the side. This ups and downs finally made the two main audience feel relaxed. Ru Xiaobei scolded, "When competing, he was actually a rogue, pretending to be quite like him!"

It really looks quite similar!

This is not only Xiaobei or Mr. Ke, but even Lu Guangwu, who is an opponent, has an impulse of laughter and crying. He came up and attacked. He wanted to see how many true stories Wang Fulin, who had taught swordsmanship, learned, but who had never thought that the seemingly unstoppable death move could take such a scoundrel move. This was not a life-and-death battle, and he had no intention of continuing to attack. After the next moment, three or four sword blades were hit by each other. Every time he increased his strength, Wang Fulin's hand was always very stable, and he became a little serious.

It was indeed a teaching by Master He. But some of them could see the deep traces of He's sword skills, while others were very fresh ways, which could be seen as the result of Master He's improvement in swordsmanship over the years. He narrowed his eyes slightly and turned his wrist. He had only used three points of ability before, and suddenly used seven points at this moment.

Under such urgency, Wang Fulin's movement space was compressed to extremely limited, and he became embarrassed. If it weren't for Lu Guangwu's sword throwing over before the competition, he was sure that the blade had not opened, and he would have surrendered directly. After taking a trick toward the right side, he suddenly turned around and rushed forward, but his ears were trying hard to capture the footsteps behind him, and he was silently calculating in his heart. At that time, when the tip of the sword had barely stabbed his vest, he didn't even look at the backhand and stabbed it out with his sword. He vaguely felt as if he had stabbed something, so he screamed in a hurry.

"I surrender!"

Xiaobei was almost stopping his breathing, and was almost scared by Wang Fulin's sudden sound. When she understood that he had already admitted defeat, she looked at the sword that Lu Guangwu was pressing against Wang Fulin's vest, but in her heart she remembered the sword that Wang Fulin had just raised his hand and stabbed forward. Although Wang Fulin's right hand holding the sword had already dropped, the sword that had stabbed out silently just now clearly hit Lu Guangwu's right shoulder, and a few points were missing, it was the throat. Just looking at Wang Fulin's appearance just now, he was forced to escape in a panic, who would have thought that he would have hidden such a move in the end!

Unfortunately, I lost... Cough cough, what was she thinking? Lu Guangwu was a warrior who shined on the battlefield of the Anti-Japanese War. If Wang Fulin could win, it would be a joke!

Lu Guangwu also stood with his sword intently, but his face no longer had the ease of the previous look. Instead, he asked solemnly: "Mr. He taught you this last move?"

Wang Fulin also had a sudden inspiration until he used the sword behind He Xinyin to teach him. However, He Xinyin could silently point his sword straight to his throat, but he didn't have the ability to blind Lu Guangwu's senses at all. He didn't know where the sword stabbed. After standing up straight, he said a little embarrassedly: "It was Mr. He's trick. He said that he might not be able to succeed every time. What he needs is to listen to the voice and make careful calculations, but I was only able to understand the fur after all, and I was really showing off my skills in front of Mr. Lu just now."

If Lu Guangwu joked that Wang Fulin was considered a junior brother before, this was just a joke, then he had no doubt at this moment. He had used this sword behind him when he was lifting the siege of Tongxiang, and he saw that He Xinyin killed the Japanese pirates. The one on the other was a test and magical one. Although Wang Fulin was far from that level, He Xinyin had many disciples, countless people learned classics and history, but very few had learned sword skills. At least he had never heard of the sword behind him. Even though Wang Fulin had not learned any essence of his knowledge from He Xinyin, it could at least prove that he was the one He Xinyin trusted!

"Okay, I'm forcibly asking you to compete, it's too abrupt. Since I'm in Xinchang, I'll invite a host. Let me stay for lunch today. I'll send you a letter to my elder brother. If he has time, he might be able to come with him..."

On lunch this day, not only Lu Guangwu's elder brother, Lu Guangxun, who was once the governor of Yunnan and the Minister of Works of Nanjing, came, but also Lu Guangsheng. Although Lu Guangwu did not mention Xiaobei's life experience, he only talked about his old friends after drinking and chatting, Hu Zongxian, who had lost his name and had not yet been renamed, and when Xu Wei, who was still in prison, was drunk and lamenting, Xiaobei was even caused to cry by them. Wang Fulin was directly drunk by the bold Lu family's second son Lu Guangsheng, and even Lu Guangxun was drunk for the first time.

Finally, when Mr. Ke and Lu Guangwu, who had drunk a lot of wine but were still awake, placed a few drunk men together, and Xiaobei, who had drunk a few more glasses, came to Lu Guangwu's study. Mr. Ke closed the door with his backhand and then took out a letter from his arms.
Chapter completed!