On the fifth day of the winter moon, three days after the birthday party of King Wu, the flowing water in the small bridge in Hangzhou City was covered with a layer of silver.

During the three days, Xu Buling did not continue to investigate the movements of the Wu Wang Mansion. He took Lu Hongluan and Xiao Qi to visit major attractions in Hangzhou every day. He also selected some small gifts, poetry collections, rouge, jewelry and so on for the girls at home. He did not forget to bring some Hangzhou-style delicacies to Xiao Manzhi.

The snow fell gently among the flying buildings, and on the small lakeside street full of water town charm. Xu Buyi wore a white robe like snow, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and selecting various novel objects on the street.

Nightingale was wearing a small black jacket, with some snowflakes falling from her big buttocks braid. Her slender body was holding a bunch of wooden boxes. She couldn't even see the way clearly. She had to tilt her head hard to avoid walking into the West Lake.

The nightingale's big, full of spiritual eyes was a little more aggrieved. Looking at Xu Buling, who had empty hands, he whispered:

"Young Master, I know I'm wrong..."

"Where was wrong?"

"Everything is wrong..."

"Hmph—no sincerity."

"At that time, Mrs. Lu said she wanted to go in and take a look. The lady's temperament knew that if I didn't let her in, I would definitely be more attentive. The young master would be the one who endured the hardships. It would be better now..."

Xu Buling was a little helpless and rubbed his old waist that was a little painful: "What's the best? I've ignored me for two days. If you encounter such a thing in the future, remember to cough..."

"I know, my son."

Nightingale walked under Xu Buling's umbrella and showed a sweet smile.

Xu Buling had no choice but to do anything to this little girl. He shook his head gently, raised his hand to take a few wooden boxes, and continued walking along the small street by the lake.

Two days ago, I had a fight with my father-in-law Zhu Liu and sank a pleasure boat. Although I didn't fall into a hard battle, Xu Buling was obviously one-sidedly beaten, and it was the first time I realized that I still have room for improvement.

Looking at the beautiful snowy lake, Xu Buling thought for a while and said softly:

"Nightingale, have you read books inside, and have you learned about kung fu like floating on the water?"

When talking about martial arts, Nightingale suddenly became interested. One of the few people asked him for advice. After thinking about it, he answered seriously:

"The most famous kung fu in water floats include Wudang's 'Tiyunzong' and Buddhism's 'Yiwei Crossing the River', etc. They are all advanced martial arts in the inner sects. Among them, the best ones are Eunuch Jia in the palace, Chen Daozi, the Wudang Killing God, Zhang Buzheng, and Zhang Buzheng of Longhu Mountain. There was also a wild Taoist Wu You. I heard that he could pass Chen Daozi, but he only knew light skills. Others are average, and I don't know where to go. Anyway, there are very few people who are famous for this..."

Xu Buling nodded slightly. Eighty percent of martial artists in the world take external ways. The internal skills are both mysterious and difficult to master. There are very few teachers who can teach, so naturally even fewer people learn. The "catching the crane's hands" and "white snake spitting out the letter" he used are all internal skills, but in the past they were too brave and fierce, they learned killer moves, and they looked down on others, so they really didn't study them carefully.

After listening to the nightingale's careful explanation, Xu Buling asked, "Do you do it?"

Nightingale blinked her big eyes, showing a little smugness: "I can do it if you know the young master, and I can do it if you don't know the young master. However, the skill of floating on the water is flashy and unreal, and forcing the energy to lift it for too long will not hurt your body. It may not be as fast as a master. The only advantage is that it does not wet your clothes. What is the master learning this?"

Xu Buling coughed lightly, looked around and said softly:

"It's over for the handsome guy. I care about so much, find a place to try it."

Nightingale suddenly realized, holding a pile of wooden boxes and the secluded place on the lakeside where Xu Buling came. There were willow trees around it, and the cold weather was useless for tourists to come, so they could only see a few pleasure boats on the lake from afar.

The two put down their things. The little nightingale clapped her palms, put away the hem of her skirt and tied it around her waist, then took a long breath, and then her steps were light but steadily, rushing out of the shore and coming to the lake.

Step on the pedal-

The embroidered shoes point ripples on the water, the big braids fly in the wind in the snowflakes, and the thin and beautiful figures blinked in a big circle on the calm lake outside the willow forest, without falling into the water. The scene was both chic and beautiful.

Xu Buling stood with his hands in his hands holding an oil-paper umbrella. After looking carefully for a while, he nodded slightly and felt as if he had some insight.

The Nightingale quickly returned to the shore. She had to do everything she wanted because she stepped on the water. She obviously took a lot of effort. Her little face was red and she had a few beads of sweat hanging on her face. She smiled as if she was offering treasures:

"Young Master, how about it?"

“Not bad…”

Xu Buling nodded and praised him for a few words, put down the oil-paper umbrella, and then raised his hand to lift his breath.

Nightingale glanced a few times, took a few steps away, and blocked herself and the wooden box with an oil-paper umbrella.

Bang—

After a loud bang, two pits were left where Xu Buling stood, and his body turned into a white rainbow and soared into the sky. The cold wind blew the white robe. After falling on the lake surface, it hit the lake water and burst into water splashes more than two feet high...

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After a small hour, the Xiao family's house was in the courtyard.

Xu Buling sat on the soft collapse beside the brass stove, wrapped in a blanket, and his expression was a little awkward.

Lu Hongluan held a towel and stood behind her back to wipe Xu Buling's long hair, and said inexplicably:

"Ling'er, why do you go swimming in the lake in the middle of winter? Could it be that someone fell into the water and went to see the righteousness?"

Xu Buling coughed lightly, raised his hand and blasted the nightingale who was holding her laughter out, and explained softly:

"Well... I finally came to Hangzhou. I don't know what year it will be next time. It would be a pity if I didn't swim around West Lake..."

“Yes…”

Mrs. Lu knew that Xu Buling Wuyi was almost invincible, and she could not miss her feet, so she could only believe this explanation. She frowned and said:

"A dignified prince of the vassal prince ran to take a wild bath. If someone saw it, he would not make a joke. He would not be allowed to do this in the future. If you don't say anything else, what should I do if I catch a cold..."

"I know..."

Xu Bu lets the face look a little frustrated. He is born with strong magical power and strong muscles, and his ability to go outside is like a tiger. However, practicing this skill that is supported by internal skill and skillful strength can easily prevent the strength and exert too much force. It is like an old woman wearing armor and a general embroidery, which is very awkward. However, here, you can practice martial arts talent for about ten times and you can understand it.

After staying in the room for a while, Xiao Qi's guard suddenly ran in and said that the Wu Palace had sent someone to send the jade back.

Xu Buling knew that the King of Wu must have finished drawing the map, and he might soon leave to Bodhi Island to find some very important object. He changed his clothes and got up to the living room. He thought that the person who came to return the jade would be Song Yulou or Han Xianchu, but he didn't expect that the person who was sitting in the living room was a middle-aged Confucian scholar wearing a literary robe who chased him on the lake the day before yesterday...
Chapter completed!