011 thousand thoughts and words

In the "Kunshan Courtyard", it was very quiet at this time. Most of the disciples patrolling outside the courtyard did not dare to get too close. Occasionally, several disciples looked inward, but they also quickly turned their eyes away and dared not look more.

In the hall, he stood quietly in front of the mural with the four words "Zhuxia Weiyang". At this time, his hands were folded in front of his abdomen, his face was flat and his eyes were deep, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Master, if you let your sister have too much contact with Nangong Xia, will it hurt your sister?" Ziling said carefully. At this time, he lowered his head and stood behind him, and his eyes flashed a little fierce, but he quickly hid, leaving only humbleness.

Jingyao turned around and looked at his eldest disciple faintly. After a long time, he said, "You came here today to talk about this problem."

Ziling's eyes flashed fiercely, but he failed to hide it.

"Yes." Ziling said that although the master's tone was extremely faint, Ziling was shocked. He looked at his master with the corners of his eyes, and then said his guess, "Although we have to find out the identity of the piano girl by approaching Nangong Xia, how can we make the little sister risky?"

"Bang." There was a crisp sound, but the little one beside him was pinched down by him, but although he was angry, he was a person who had been in the top for a long time. At this time, his face was extremely indifferent and he could not see any change.

Ziling saw this and did not dare to say any more.

After a long time, Jingyao said, "Cungu is my disciple. Although I can't teach him personally, he is still my disciple. Like you, there are only two of you disciples as teachers, including Han'er, that is, three. The three of you should help each other and love each other. How can you slander at will?" Speaking of this, Yongyao paused and then said, "What's more, Miss Qin is a distinguished guest of the Blood League and the Blood Spirit Sect, and you can't guess at will."

When it came to Qin Ji, her trembling voice became fierce.

Cungu was the word that Nangyao took to him when Nangong Xia worshipped Jingyao as his teacher, and Han'er was the real name of Jiang Yunzhi, the daughter of Jingyao.

"Yes, the disciple knows the mistake." Ziling knelt on the ground and said, and then bowed three times, but when he lowered his head, he gritted his teeth slightly. Obviously, he was unwilling

"Han'er is my daughter, and I won't force her to do something she doesn't like." He said, and then looked back at the mural, but his hand was playing with the corner of the table he pinched down.

At this time, his tone was much calmer.

Ziling also knew that he came in a hurry this time, and he was out of proportion to speak, so he did not dare to talk nonsense.

"Well, you can go down first. You have practiced well in the past few years. Don't run around. As for Nangong Xia's kendo, I will let Haner pass it on." He said, at this time, he let go of his hand, and some sawdust slipped from his hand, which was the corner of the table he pinched.

"Yes, the disciple retreated." Ziling said that he was secretly relieved when he heard that he was banned. It is necessary to know that the mutual suspicion of the disciples in the family was the first taboo of the Blood Spirit Sect, and at this time, the master did not punish him severely, which showed that there was no major mistake in what he guessed. The master really only used Nangong Xia.

Ziling left alone, but he no longer paid attention to him. At this time, he kept gently reading "Zhuxia Weiyang" and "Zhuxia Weiyang".

In a blink of an eye, three years have passed. Within three years, Nangong Xia's cultivation has broken through the foundation and reached the initial stage of spinning. At this time, in his sea of knowledge, Taoism has condensed a small lotus seed. Although it is extremely small, it has supported his kendo practice.

Many of the spells learned by Nangong Xia need to be practiced during the rotation period, but the practice at this time is extremely hard.

Although Nangong Xia has made rapid progress, he is still not Jiang Yunzhi's opponent. In Jiang Yunzhi's hands, he can only take 20 or 30 moves at most. After all, Jiang Yunzhi began to practice since he remembered things. The time is much longer than Nangong Xia, and her cultivation is also much higher. Even so, Nangong Xia's practice speed still made Jiang Yunzhi jealous.

At this time, it was already late winter. The sky was hazy and heavy snow was falling one after another. The earth was already vast, but at this time, although snowflakes were falling, there was no strong wind, which was also a beautiful scenery.

On the open field, a young man and woman were competing in the snow. The teenager was about 16 or 17 years old. At this time, he was wearing a cyan Taoist robe, but his appearance was handsome. He held a mahogany dagger in his hand and was dodging left and right in the snow. However, although his figure was flexible, he was still not the opponent of the girl opposite him.

The girl who had the move with him was picturesque, but she was born beautiful. At this time, she was dressed in a light red shirt and held a colorful diamond in her hand. She flew in the snow, just like a bright butterfly. She acted like dancing in the snow, which was beautiful, but in the eyes of the young man, all this made him suffer. Unspeakable.

This young man and woman are Nangong Xia and Jiang Yunzhi. At this time, Nangong Xia's imperial swordsmanship also made great progress. Jiang Yunzhi and Nangong Xia at will, but Jiang Yunzhi's Cailing is extremely long, and her figure is extremely flexible. Nangong Xia's swordsmanship, coupled with his too ordinary mahogany sword, can only be Jiang Yunzhi's death suppression is only a fight, not a fight back.

And these are still reasons why Jiang Yunzhi intends to let him do it. If he does his best, Nangong Xia will be defeated faster.

"Okay, don't come. You are not my opponent at all." Jiang Yunzhi said that she saw that Nangong Xia was too far away from her, so she stopped. She tied her Cailing around her waist and stood beside her, but her face was slightly angry, which was obvious that she could not enjoy it.

"I never thought that although I had learned swordsmanship, I was still far from my senior sister." Nangong Xiadao, he stood beside Jiang Yunzhi with the mahogany sword.

"Not always, but your weapon is always a problem. It's okay to catch a kid with the mahogany sword, but you can't fight with me with it." Jiang Yunzhi said, she frowned and was thinking about how to find a better sword for him. As for catching ghosts, it was just a joke.

"Catching ghosts." Nangong Xia picked up his wooden sword and looked at it, and then smiled, "But it disappointed the senior sister. The younger brother is not very good at catching ghosts."

Although Nangong Xia also knew that Jiang Yunzhi asked him to wear a Taoist robe at this time, for him, these were just a dress, so he didn't care about these. In the past three years, he has been dressed as a Taoist, although he is not a disciple of Taoism.

"Bear sister, in Kendo, I still have several places to ask my sister to help answer." After saying that, Nangong Xiadao took out a jade charm and handed it to Jiang Yunzhi.

It turns out that Jiang Yunzhi also has to practice by himself, and he can't come here every day, so if Nangong Xia has any questions, he will record it with a jade charm. When Jiang Yunzhi comes, he will give her the "answer" together.

"Well, let me see." Jiang Yunzhi took over the jade charm. She looked at it and smiled and said, "I have to go back to think about this problem and return it to you in a few days."

"Well, okay, thank you, sister." Nangong Xiadao, he sorted out these problems and then wrote them down in the jade charm, which is to let her take them back and "think about them". In the past few years, he also knew that the so-called "think" of this senior sister should actually go back to consult her father, Nangong Xia's master. But Jiang Yunzhi didn't say that Nangong Xia would not expose it.

Although Nangong Xia knew that Jiang Yunzhi went to consult his master, whom he rarely met, he did not know that the kendo skills he had learned were taught by Qin Ji in the guiserable hands.

"What are you thinking?" Jiang Yunzhi said that she put away the jade charm, but when she saw that Nangong Xia didn't know what she was thinking, she shook her hand in front of him and asked.

Nangong Xia moved his head to the right and said, "No, it's nothing." He was just wondering why his master, who rarely appeared, taught him in person, but wanted to pass on his daughter Jiang Yunzhi's hand to answer his questions in practice.

Jiang Yunzhi looked at Nangong Xia, but didn't say more. At this time, she didn't need to avoid the snow. Let the snow fall on her body, which was a little cool, but made her feel warm.

Nangong Xia didn't know what she was thinking, but she had been like this for the past few days, so she didn't say much, so she stood with her in the snow and felt the hazy beauty in the snow.

The snow fell on the clothes and hair accessories of the two people and would not melt, and soon a thick layer accumulated on the two people. Although the two had a certain cultivation and stood so quietly in the snow, it was not good. It was Nangong Xia who helped her shoot down the snow, and then took out the umbrella and stood up for her.

Seeing that there was no snow falling on her head, Jiang Yunzhi looked up at the red umbrella supported by Nangong Xia, and then said gently, "You have been practicing hard these days. After I see my father, I will beg him to give you a decent sword."

Jiang Yunzhi smiled secretly. The umbrella is bright in color and delicate, but it is not like what is used by men. I don't know whether Jiang Yunzhi accidentally left it at Nangong Xia and let Nangong Xia put it away, or Jiang Yunzhi gave it to Nangong Xia.

"Don't bother my senior sister. After I go out, I will find a good sword for myself." Nangong Xiadao, despite this, he doesn't know when he can leave here. For the past three years, he has been working near his courtyard and has never been farther. As for the outside of the valley, he has no impression at all.

As for the sword, he doesn't have much hope. After all, he has never seen his master in recent years.

Jiang Yunzhi knew his character, so he didn't say more. He just thought in his heart what fairy artifact his father could give to Nangong Xia. Since he had promised Nangong Xia, he naturally found him a lot of artifacts.

In the bamboo house, Qin Ji sat a few years ago, stroked it with her bare hands, and the tinkling sound flowed from her fingers, just like beads falling on the jade plate, pleasant to the ear. Qin Ji has a lot of research on the way of rhythm. Although this piano is extremely ordinary, it pops from her hand, but it is not as good as those ancient names. How much is the piano missing?

Before Qinji, there was a bronze basin with water in it, and the image reflected in the water was slightly hazy. It was not Qin Ji's face, but a young man and woman talking in the heavy snow. Qin Ji looked at the image in the water, then turned to her new piano, and then closed her eyes and played the piano carefully.

Everything is expected, and my long-cherished wish is no longer a big empty dream, Qin Ji said to herself.