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He loves Jie, and she has to serve him every day.
But after yesterday's incident, today she is uncomfortable in every way.
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The dazzling flesh color and burning red seemed to still appear in her mind through his neat clothes, which made her frightened and suspicious.
Unknowingly, she quietly raised her head and her eyes fell on his back.
Yan Ji was drinking tea with a book in his hand, his eyes were half-closed, and his back suddenly felt hot.
His eyes were lowered, and he thought: She is looking at him.
It's been a while since I watched it, but I'm still watching it.
The fingertips rubbed slightly, it was a cocoon worn out by holding a sword for many years, rough and hard, the warmth that was willing to touch, only scarlet blood.
However, there is a little more desire for that fragile wrist.
"Zining." He called her suddenly.
She was stunned for a moment, and responded respectfully: "What do you want, master?"
"How are you doing with the first seven moves of Fuxue swordsmanship?"
He turned a page of the book and asked casually, seemingly not paying much attention.
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Zining's face flushed suddenly.
Every day, she waited on him inseparably, especially from Mobei to Chongzhou, traveling all the way, how could she have time to practice sword
Zi Ning didn't believe he didn't know.
It was like scolding her for not being careful.
However, the Fuxue sword technique is indeed a sword manual that the Yan family does not pass on to the outside world. The Yan family carefully taught her to her only when she saw that her inner strength had achieved a little.
She said in embarrassment: "I know I made a mistake. I have been negligent and slack for a while, and I haven't practiced seriously. Please punish me, master."
Yan Ji's expression remained the same, he put down the book in his hand and said, "It's okay."
"If you have free time today, go practice your sword." He said, "I'll be with you."
"Thank you, master"
Zi Ning became even more nervous.
She was a little afraid to practice sword with him, and this was the first time he wanted to supervise her.
She is a beginner, and he is already the best swordsman in the world.
Her embroidered legs, which are full of mistakes and omissions, are completely tricky and generous.
The two turned to the backyard, where Chongzhou's unique Junzi bamboo was planted all over the courtyard, and the wind blew the bamboo, making it bleak.
There is an open space in the middle.
Zi Ning lowered his head, thinking hard and recalling the sword manual, holding the black sheath sword in his arms, and gently sliding his fingers on the heavy black scabbard.
Yanji felt a slight itching in his chest and hot palms.
Zi Ningmo memorized the sword manual twice, took a deep breath, and handed him the black sheath sword.
Yan Ji reached out to take the black sheath sword, took two steps back and leaned against the bamboo bush to look at her.
She drew her sword out of its sheath.
Zi Ning's sword has been hanging on the side of the waist, shorter and lighter than the Wushen sword, the sword is thin, the color is like autumn water, it is called Hongjing.
Zi Ning held the sword and danced.
Having practiced dancing since she was a child, her movements are very accurate and beautiful. The ups and downs are calm and graceful, and the sword dance is like an arm and a finger, agile and free, as graceful as a frightened bird, as graceful as a dragon swimming.
Ask her to try the Fuxue swordsmanship, which is already suitable for women, and it is indescribably charming, just like a heavenly woman, and the sword light is like falling snow, and the eyes are full of frost and snow in a trance¡ª¡ª
It's just not a sword dance, it's a sword dance.
After the first five poses passed, she turned around holding the sword, her eyes were like autumn waters, and she glanced at him suddenly.
Yan Ji's heart skipped a beat, the scabbard had not been removed, but she had approached lightly, and the scabbard touched her sword's edge.
"Master!" Zi Ning was startled, his face flushed with blood.
But Yanji whispered "Meditation", lowered her sword posture, led her to hold a snow-like sword flower, and led her to the sixth form of swordsmanship.
Zi Ning followed him blankly.
Raise the sword, turn around, retract the sword, and draw the sword.
After the seventh form is completed, return to the first form.
One three, one four, two three, five seven.
He and her exchanged moves, and the two swords danced in silence.
The sword flowers around his body were still like falling snow, and his scabbard was black, turning with her.
She seemed to hear the rustling of falling snow.
The sky and the earth are white, the snowflakes are falling, and the bamboo leaves are flying from the branches.
He obviously didn't remove the scabbard, but she seemed to be dying.
This is¡¡
The legendary murderous look?
She saw his eyes, which were pitch black, and when he looked at Hong Jingjian, his expression was a little downcast and soft.
In a panic, she lost her pace, Hong Jing's blade knocked against the scabbard of the black sheath sword with a "ding".
Yan Ji withdrew her sword, and supported her wrist holding the sword with her other hand.
Wiping the dry fingertips on her wrist, Zi Ning seemed to be scalded, and he grasped the Hongjing sword firmly.
He withdrew his hand, and his voice was very soft: "Be careful." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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