41 Nan Gezi

The second day after Nan Gezi returned to Bi Window Dream House.

The shadow of the pool is falling, and the tung blossoms are falling. He was tired of lying in a bamboo chair, holding a "Lingshu" in his hand. The tea smoke on the bamboo table next to it is green, which makes the orchid garden slightly weed.

His eyes are still covered with white silk. It was fruitless to go to Deyang to find a doctor.

In fact, it has long been expected that as the most powerful doctor in the world today, even he is helpless with his broken eyes.

He hands the Chinese scroll.

It doesn't matter. After years of practice, my eyesight have been fine. Sticking to the appearance of sound and color, maybe he is too much to let go.

It's the enemy who came this time...

That demon poisonous girl's jacket...

Nan Gezi stretched out his hand and accurately grasped the brocade bag on the bamboo table.

He has also found a way to resolve this poison. However, detoxification is easy, but it is difficult to deal with that kind of vicious and ruthless heart...

Nan Gezi heard a cheerful step running into his yard.

He seemed to see the cherry skirts in her hands flying like butterflies in the wind;

He seemed to see a string of shining light on the jade pendant on her waist;

He seemed to see the girl's pure and innocent face, and her smiling eyebrows bent...

It's not like he can really see it. The eyes of the mind are sharper than the naked eyes of ordinary people.

"It's a distant spirit." Nan Gezi got up to meet him, but unexpectedly, he was grabbed by Yao Lingyi's sleeve.

"Mr. Nan Ge!" Yao Ling twisted Nan Gezi's sleeves and swayed coquettishly. Since I met him in Wufu yesterday, Yao Ling has been begging and pestering him--

Mr. Nan Ge is so gentle, Mr. Nan Ge is so cute, and Mr. Nan Ge is poetic and picturesque...

Meet a girl who loves one by one. He completely left behind the temperament of the emperor, Xia Gulin, the prince of Wuling, and chased Nan Gezi to the blue window dream house.

"How can I find my residence?" Nan Gezi's hand was pulled by Yao Ling. His fingers are thin and cold, which makes Yaoling involuntarily want to warm up.

While warming him, he also took advantage of himself...

"Hee hee, it was Brother Chun who told me."

Nan Gezi poured tea for Yao Ling: "Why don't you see Fengchuan? Didn't he come with you?"

Oh... Why is even Mr. Nange thinking about Xiao Fengchuan...

Doesn't he also think that Xiao's fool is like a moon-treader?

"Ah, this...this...he, he is actually..."

I can't say why. How can Xiao Fengchuan do bad things when he finally has the opportunity to be alone with Mr. Nan Ge...

The bamboo fence door of the blue window was pushed open again.

The person standing at the door is the last person Yaoling doesn't want to see--

Xiao, Feng, Chuan!

What is he doing here? Still carrying his rice sword!

"Brother Nange, it's me."

How dare you call Mr. Nan Ge like that! Who allowed him to call it that!

Just like this, he swaggered and came over! He also stepped on the dancing orchid beside the fence!

Yao Ling could not risk the collapse of his image in front of Nan Gezi and pointed to Xiao Fengchuan's nose and cursed.

I can't stand it!

As soon as this guy entered the yard, all the poetic and picturesque atmosphere was ruined - as he didn't exist!

"Yo, the nymphomaniac is also here."

Far away...flower, nymphomaniac...

Unexpectedly, another flower character was added in the middle of the remote idiot...

He is on his mind to make trouble!

"What are you doing here again!" Yao Ling glanced at Fengchuan angrily. However, Nan Gezi was happy to see Fengchuan coming--

The curvature on the corners of his mouth is completely different from just now. That kind of heartfelt smile...

How can you smile at the annoying ghost Xiao Fengchuan...

"It's none of your business." Fengchuan inserted the rice sword into the ground, "Brother Nange, it was the fifth brother who asked me to come here. Did he ask you to try my sword to be blunt?

Please invite Nan Gezi, a fragile and beautiful man.

Come and try the sharpest sword in Fengchuan's hand.

This...it absolutely doesn't work!

Xiao Fengchuan's light and heavy guy, Nan Gezi is different from others. Although he is very good at medicine and divination, he is weak and has no self-protection ability at all!

Wulingchun will not make such an unreliable decision!

It must be Xiao Fengchuan who is jealous that Mr. Nan Ge is more handsome than him, gentler than him, and more elegant than him, so he uses this despicable means to harm him!

"No way!"

Yao Ling lost the tea cup in his hand and stood in front of Nan Gezi--

"What are you doing?" Fengchuan shrugged his shoulders with a harmless face. The sword he held in his hand pointed to the tip of Yaoling's nose.

"You'd better stay away from the sword, or you will get hurt."

"No, it's not..." Yao Ling carefully pushed away the dangerous thing. "Everything must be on a first-come, first-served--"

In order to avoid Fengchuan's blade, Yao Ling almost fell on Nan Gezi.

It turns out that... his seemingly weak body is actually so generous...

Wait, it's not the time to think about this!

"I came to Mr. Nange first! He has promised me to teach me to read poetry!"

This... is not a rush to make wisdom. Xiao Fengchuan didn't have a chance to say the good lines as soon as he came in.

"Get out of here." Xiao Fengchuan's sword was in his hand. I really don't understand this distant spirit. Obviously, the war is coming. Why don't you put away those children's things - and read poems, cut~~

Especially now, lying on a man who has only met twice in total, this is the work of a famous school~~ She should call her senior sister and pick her crazy brain to feed the pig!

"I don't." Yao Ling simply sat horizontally on Nan Gezi's knee and wrapped his hands around his neck.

"Try the sword first!"

"Sing the poem first!"

"Test the sword!"

"Singing poetry!"

"Sword!"

"Yin!"

"Yin!"

"Sword!"

It's strange... Why are you so angry all of a sudden...

I don't know why, Fengchuan only felt that his blood was furious. Usually, hundreds of Yaoling's moves ran out of his mind for a while. If he wanted to scold her, he didn't know what to scold her!

Just--

Fengchuan threw the rice sword high up. The three-foot green front is in a circle against the sun and flies to the blue sky.

"Before the sword falls to the ground - get out of the way!"

The sword was thrown to the highest point and began to fall in an instant. Nan Gezi sensed the delicate atmosphere between the two and smiled gently.

He held down the distant spirit on his lap. Standing up, the sunshine shook off the white clothes and did not stain the dust.

"It's better to think of a compromise." Nan Gezi smiled and said, "Let's read poetry while trying the sword."

The flying sword was inserted into it while Fengchuan held the sheath high.

This sword, the sound of cutting the air, is as pleasant as before.

"Good."

The two confronted each other in the green yard. In the corner of the day, although there was shade to cool down, they could still feel the scorching sun.

Yao Ling stood under the tree not far away and looked at the two of them.

Fengchuan slowly pulled the sword out of its sheath.

That sound, whether it is on a murderous night in the dark moon and wind, or in the silent spring in the shade of flowers, it sounds so pleasant.

Especially for Nan Gezi.

He is a voice control. His vision was dark, especially relying on all kinds of sounds.

The sound of drawing a sword is Nan Gezi's favorite.

or slow, or fast. Either implicit or arrogant. Either provocation, or temptation.

No emotion can be hidden from his ears.

There was only one accident, that was the first time I heard the moon drawing a sword.

He didn't feel the person who drew the sword at all. It's like the sword, it's out of its sheath.

Should this feeling be regarded as the unity of man and sword, or does man - completely become the slave of the sword and lose himself?

Nan Gezi has never affirmed the answer to this question.

Until today. After the moon disappeared, he heard the sound of the rice sword being pulled out of its sheath by its owner for the first time.

It's exactly the same as stepping on the moon--

I can't hear the master's voice at all, so I can't predict what kind of tricks he will make!

Nan Gezi is not panicked. Recognizing this, maybe it just helped him.

He opened his five fingers in the direction of Fengchuan.

Listen carefully to his attack.

Is it the head-like sword in the sword spectrum of the gods - the giant spirit?

Is there a trick named after the giant spirit dancing the Xuanhua board axe?

A trick that is fierce, direct and does not cover its purpose at all. However, Fengchuan's use is an exception, and he rarely beats around the bush.

"Mr. Nan Ge!"

Looking at such an irresponsible sword, Yao Ling finally worried.

Xiao Fengchuan's guy has grown up too fast.

And Nan Gezi did not retreat. He quickly searched for the art of defeating the enemy in his mind--

It should be said that it is the enemy, the voice...