Chapter 44 Little Storm

The next day, when the sun crossed the wall and peeped into the yard.

"Dang! Dang! Dang Dang... Dang!"

"Wow, ow." Sweat soaked the dark green samurai suit that Fei Ying usually wears. Even sweat didn't care to wipe it. She lowered her head slightly and stared at her target like a leopard preparing to hunt.

But no matter how hard she tried, she still didn't touch a corner of Chu Feiyue's clothes. Even the weapons were not shown. Chu Feiyue simply repelled Fei Ying's attacks one after another with her fingers.

"Hey!" She gently pinched the end of Bushido and pushed it straight to Chu Feiyue's heart.

Chu Feiyue shook her head, bent her fingers again, and bounced a bean on the side of the stabbed blade. Dang!" With a sound, the samurai sword was missed again. But this time, Fei Ying obviously had other ideas.

'Opportunity!' Fei Ying let Chu Feiyue's fingers throw away the weapon in her hand, and then raised her white palm and cut it to Chu Feiyue's neck. At the same time, the scabbard in the other hand hit from the other direction.

"It's not bad this time." Even at this time, Chu Feiyue still has the leisure to comment on Fei Ying's moves. Fei Yingyin bit her teeth gently, and the speed of the move was three points faster.

Unfortunately, the ideal is very plump, and the reality is very skinny...

Chu Feiyue pinched Fei Ying's palm and twisted it gently. Fei Ying said, "Ah!" With a soft shout, he was twisted by Fei Ying all of a sudden. Chu Feiyue pressed her hand holding Fei Ying on her waist and eyes, and put the other hand on Fei Ying's neck.

Fei Ying's arm was twisted and hurt so much that she had to straighten her chest up to relieve the pain.

(Japanese) Ah, let it go! Let go of me!" She screamed in fear. Unfortunately, Chu Feiyue's familiarity with Japanese is limited to one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, and some special words, so she can't understand what Fei Ying is shouting.

But Fei Ying's expression of panic is more than pain is indeed easy to see. Chu Feiyue frowned and found that Fei Yingfangzi had not let herself touch her at all in her memory. Maybe there are any taboos in this?

Thinking about this, Chu Feiyue loosened her clenched palm and stepped back two steps to stare at Fei Ying.

The Kendo girl covered her hand and slowly squatted on the ground. Her shoulders trembled weakly.

"What's the matter?" Chu Feiyue turned her head and couldn't figure out what was going on with Fei Ying now.

Fei Ying slowly stood up. She was expressionless and even had no soul at all. She slowly walked to her samurai sword and picked it up. She slowly turned around and approached Chu Feiyue with a knife.

Suddenly, she waved a knife and cut it. This knife sharply cut Chu Feiyue's head.

This time, Chu Feiyue did not comment on her knife style anymore, but raised a finger on her knife path and gently blocked it.

He shook his head and looked at Fei Ying disappointedly.

Fei Ying seemed to be enraged by Chu Feiyue's rude eyes and began to attack crazily. Once again, the "jingle" hit sounded into a row, and its frequency was more than twice as high as before.

However, these attacks were easily blocked by Chu Feiyue.

"It's useless. When waving a knife, you need to guide the blade with your own heart, instead of allowing the blade to vent your emotions. Try it, wave the blade with your heart, not your hand.

Chu Feiyue's words penetrated the spiritual curtain that Fei Ying hung for herself and clearly reached her mind.

Fei Ying's nihilistic eyes gradually regained the focus. She bit her lip, pointed the tip of her knife at the ground, and stepped back a few steps.

"The blade is facing each other, please forgive me." Fei Ying's voice trembled, as if this sentence had wasted her great strength. She stood up, raised her knife and aimed at Chu Feiyue.

"Because of this knife, my concubine waved it with the heart to kill the master."

The next moment, a dark gray light trace ran through a straight line from Fei Ying to Chu Feiyue. This light absorbs the light around it, making it look a little dark.

Fei Ying raised her head incredulously and looked at Chu Feiyue's face with a faint smile. Her hand, tightly grasped on the handle of the knife, stabbed the samurai sword into Chu Feiyue's body fiercely. The long samurai sword directly penetrated Chu Feiyue's body and penetrated from the other side.

"Why? You can avoid it, but you can definitely avoid it!" She trembled her hands, loosened the handle of the knife, and retreated helplessly.

"Because, I think it's right for me to be next to a knife." Chu Feiyue shook her head, grabbed the samurai sword that sank into her abdomen, and pulled it out.

"Puff--" is a very ferocious voice.

With the pull-out of the samurai sword, a blood arrow also sprayed out and splashed directly on Fei Ying's face and body.

Fei Ying stretched out her hand in a fringe, wiped the blood on her face, and raised it in front of her eyes.

Suddenly, the stiffness on her face was shattered by the dripping blood on the palm of her hand, and two lines of clear tears flowed down her cheeks.

She covered her face, squatted on the ground, and cried fiercely.

Chu Feiyue scratched her head, and she really couldn't figure out what her "future" master was crazy about. Didn't she see that there was no wound on her body at all? That kind of iron forged knife, no matter how you cut Chu Feiyue, you can't feel it.

"What's the matter? Do you have anything to say clearly?"

Chu Feiyue squatted on the ground and didn't know how to comfort the girl who was crying.

"I'm sorry, can you leave me alone for a while?"

Suddenly, Fei Ying stood up, bowed to Chu Feiyue, and ran away with her samurai sword.

Leave Chu Feiyue, squatting in place and can't figure out his mind.

—————————————Breakfast————————————————

"Where's Fei Ying? Why don't you see her come to dinner?"

As my sister put the last plate of omelet on the table, she turned her head and asked Chu Feiyue.

Chu Feiyue shook her head.

"I don't know. I've been staying in her own room since the morning after class. She refused to come out or scream."

"Shall I call her?"

Chu Feiyue shook her head and pressed her sister.

"Fei Ying may be standing at an intersection of life, so let's not disturb her."

"Ah?" My sister blinked her eyes and didn't know what Chu Feiyue was talking about.

Shrugging his shoulders, Chu Feiyue grabbed an omelet and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Just (eat)"

———————————— Fei Ying's Room————————————

The kendo girl is kneeling in front of her samurai sword with a pious face, practicing quietly.

"(Japanese) Mother, today, just now, a man met me without my will."

She said to herself to herself, facing the long knife.

(Japanese) I don't know what to do, because he is my current master, and I can't kill him. Even at that time, he taught me how to wave the blade with my heart.

"He taught me a new power, and the first thing I learned after learning it was to kill him."

"Your mother, you also saw that I inserted the Jiusanhua sword into his body. He has the ability to avoid it, I know."

"But he didn't. I don't know why he didn't avoid it. Really, really, really don't know."

"Mother, what should I do? I don't have the ability and I don't want to kill him. When his blood splashed on my face, I didn't want to kill him anymore.

"According to the ethnic rules, do I have to..."

The girl was confused and confused, and the silent samurai sword listened quietly. At least this audience is very qualified.

Even if it can't give the girl's own advice, it still helps the girl to the greatest extent.

After a while, Fei Ying opened her eyes, pulled out her samurai sword, and tried to calm herself down.

Try hard to recall the amazing knife waving just now, which even pierced Chu Feiyue's skin.

The unparalike posture was reproduced by her again. But this time, the light mark that was so powerful that it even absorbed the surrounding light did not appear.

'Why?'

The girl repeated the action just now, but it still didn't work. She put the samurai sword back in its sheath and frowned and sat in the soft ** thinking about this question.

' Wave the blade in your hand with your own heart instead of your wrist? What should I do?'

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"Di... Zhizhi... The Voice of Huaxia... Zhizhi... The NJ North Military Region has explored the surrounding area, and there are not too many 'living dead' left around. Please don't panic. Some of them are still under control."

Chu Feiyue withdrew her finger and fixed the frequency of the radio on the sound of China.

Just like the news broadcast, the current Voice of China has become the only effective way for the people of the whole country to understand international and domestic. Of course, the radio stations controlled by the military are almost all good news, and there is almost no negative news.

However, now that there is no TV signal, I can only listen to the radio, at least occasionally I can hear some useful news, which is better than nothing.

Just as Chu Feiyue tossed the homemade radio, Fei Ying's door opened with a "clap". Fei Ying, who had been missing all morning, grabbed her samurai knife and walked out of the crack of the door.

"Master, concubine... concubine is coming." She came behind Chu Feiyue and stopped talking

"Oh, it's coming out?" Chu Feiyue smiled and patted Fei Ying's head very smoothly. With the advantage of height, Chu Feiyue's action was really smooth...

Fei Ying's face turned red in an instant.

She hesitated twice, and the courage that she couldn't have summoned suddenly leaked clean.

With the appointment lowered her head, Fei Ying asked Chu Feiyue about the light mark in the morning.

Chu Feiyue was like a qualified teacher, patiently answering Fei Ying's questions.

They are communicating like normal teachers and students.

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Well, probably tomorrow, Chu Feiyue's holiday will come to an end. At the same time, there is also the strategy of Leling Sister, who has already 13W words, and enters the strategy of Princess of the Wind at the same time...

For Fei Ying's habit, I can only say that touching the head is a process of communication between teachers and apprentices recognized by her, which is related to her childhood growth experience and will be mentioned later.

Of course, we won't write such a disgusting and rotten setting that we will marry him when we meet - the clan rules of the Feiying family will be more strange than you can imagine. As for what it is, will I tell you now? Look back [cover your mouth] OHOHOHOHO~~~