outside the imperial city

Jing Shuo had waited for too long, and Yao Zanglan was extremely tolerant to him. The two of them had such a quarrel, and the quarrel did not stop until it was dawn.

Yao Zanglan was so tired that she leaned against Jing Lingshuo's arms and closed her eyes, enjoying a rare peace and sound sleep.Jing Lishuo looked at his sleeping face, and dared not close his eyes for a long time, for fear of waking up and finding that everything was just a dream.

When Yao Fanglan woke up, it was broad daylight, it should be noon.Jing Lishuo still maintained the posture he had when he fell asleep, protecting him in his arms, Ruifeng's eyes were soft like water: "Good afternoon."

Yao Fanglan stepped back a little, asked him to remove his hand, and teased, "Are your hands numb?"

"It's numb." Jing Shuo said, showing a very bright smile, "But I am willing."

"..." Yao Fanglan muttered, "It really blinded my dog's eyes."

Jing Lingshuo lifted the quilt, got out of bed and put on his outer shirt: "Lie down a little longer, I'll ask someone to prepare lunch."

"Let's go together." Yao Fanglan got up from the bed, "I've already rested."

Jing Junxi had been sitting downstairs for an unknown amount of time, copying the book of war given to him stroke by stroke.Jing Lishuo and Yao Zanglan sat down on both sides of him.

Jing Junxi was careless when he was messing around, but he was extremely focused when he used his heart. It wasn't until Jing Junshuo called him that he realized it and put down his pen.

"Master." Jing Junxi never neglected to greet him, "Young Master Yao."

Jing Lishuo smiled at him, asked someone to collect his pen and paper, ordered a few small dishes, and took advantage of Yao Zanglan not paying attention, and ordered a few more words.

Jing Junxi's eyes wandered between the two, wandering left and right.

"Jing Junxi," Yao Fanglan pinched his head with his hands, "what are you looking at?"

Jing Junxi poured a cup of tea for Jing Shuo, and poured another cup for Yao Fanglan, raised the cup, and cleared his throat.

He first said solemnly to Jing Yanshuo: "Congratulations, Master, for fulfilling his wish."

Then he turned to Yao Fanglan: "Young Master Yao, I will call you Master Mistress from now on."

"Jing Junxi," Yao Fanglan put his hand on top of his head, and exerted a strong force, "I told you before, don't be too presumptuous in front of me, do you still want to live?"

"Ai, ai, ai," Jing Junxi said anxiously, "Master, it's boring to be angry when you are ashamed."

Yao Fanglan felt as if she had said the same thing, and the strength in her hand involuntarily increased.

Jing Junxi was afraid that he would crush himself to death, so he quickly apologized: "Young master Yao, I was wrong, I was wrong, I won't call you mistress from now on, please do me a favor, can you put your hand down?"

Yao Fanglan smiled strangely and put down her hands.Jing Junxi apologized with a flattering smile, but Yao Fanglan put the smile away: "This is not an example."

Jing Lishuo looked at the two of them from the side, the corners of his mouth raised, but he never said a word.

When the dishes were served, Yao Zanglan only took one look and understood Jing Shuo's intentions.Three vegetarian dishes and three meat dishes were an excellent combination, but obviously only one meat dish was prepared for him.The meat had been boiled in water, and it was basically not greasy, and it looked bland.

"My lord," Yao Fanglan said, "After I ate so many delicacies from mountains and seas, you let me eat these again. First, I can't eat them. Second, don't you think it's too cruel?"

"I didn't tell you to eat only this kind of food." Jing Lingshuo put a piece of meat into his mouth, "Now you eat a little every meal, get used to it slowly, and don't eat those greasy food anymore. I will accompany you eat, huh?"

He specifically told the shopkeeper to switch to salt water therapy for the last time, so the meat had a faint salty taste, and he could barely swallow it in his mouth.

He wanted to say it before, Yao Fanglan hadn't touched greasy food for more than 20 years, but now he never refuses anyone who comes.He didn't say it all the time because he had no position to say it. The relationship between the two of them is extraordinary now, so he has no scruples.

"My food, what do you eat?" Yao Zanglan sighed, and put the plate of white meat in her hand, not letting Jing Lishuo take it, "Let King Jinyuan eat these, the emperor will kill me if he finds out of."

"..." Jing Junxi had nothing to say, but they hadn't seen each other all night, why did the two of them have to flirt even when they had a meal?

Knowing that Jing Shuo was distressed, Yao Zanglan ate up the whole plate of white meat without touching other meat dishes.

Today is still a rainy day, but there is no gloom in Jing Lingshuo's heart.The same rainy day, the same street scene, but everything has been refurbished.Everything has a new color, and even the drizzle seems to have some sweetness.

The three of them each carried an oil-paper umbrella and walked on the busy street. The accumulated water wet Jing Junxi's trousers, so Yao Fanglan leaned over to help him roll up his trousers.

It's really like a family.

"Speaking of which," Yao Fanglan looked at the roadside stall, where mooncakes had already appeared on the market, "It's almost Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Mid-Autumn Festival?" Jing Junxi jumped up happily, "There are mooncakes to eat again!"

"However," he suddenly remembered something and became depressed, "The last time I celebrated Mid-Autumn Festival, I spent it with my family."

"That's right." Yao Fanglan propped his chin and thought for a while, "We didn't seem to have the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, so let's celebrate it this year."

"It's been more than a year." Jing Shuo said suddenly, "Jun Xi, did you master all the ten sword techniques I taught you last time?"

Jing Junxi turned his head and said, "Yes, I have mastered everything."

"Okay then," Jing Yanshuo pointed to the sword shop in front of him, "Go pick out a sword you like and show it to me tonight. If I see it and think it's okay, I'll teach you a complete set of sword skills ,how?"

"Okay!" Jing Junxi clapped his hands happily, and was about to rush into the sword shop in a blink of an eye, but Jing Shuo grabbed his back and pulled him back.

Jing Lishuo pulled out Wuhen and put it in his hand: "Before choosing a sword, there is one thing you must know. When a swordsman wears a sword, the sword is with the person, and the sword is broken. The sword is dead. I have Wuhen since I was ten years old. I have followed me so far, fighting in the south and north, and only leaving the body twice."

Yao Fanglan lowered the umbrella a bit to hide her expression.

These two times, one time, he borrowed Wuhen for self-defense; the other time, he was heartbroken and went out hastily.

All because of him.

Jing Junxi pulled out the Wuhen sword, unexpectedly it was so heavy in his hand, but the snow-white sword was so light.

"In wet weather, steel is easy to rust. In order to make the sword more durable, Li Man people developed a unique forging skill, so in Nai Yun, Li Man is not only called the 'City of Rain', but also the 'City of Swords' '." Jing Shuo said, "You happen to be ten years old this year, so I'll give you a good sword as a gift."

"Thank you, Master!" Jing Junxi returned the sword to Jing Shuo and ran into the sword shop.

Yao Fanglan joked: "Dancing swords at the age of eight, and creating swordsmanship at the age of ten, the prince is really a young hero."

Jing Yanshuo smiled and pinched his nose: "It's not as good as Mr. Yao who knows everything about everything."

Yao Fanglan shook his head and followed him into the sword shop.

It is obviously a shop selling killing instruments, but the decoration is extraordinarily elegant and unique.Not to mention the bamboo walls, there is also an incense burner in the corner, with white smoke curling up.

Yao Fanglan sniffed it: "Tranquilizing incense."

"This young master is very sensitive." An old man walked out from the back room, "It is An Shenxiang. Swordsmen and swordsmen should be more calm. Swords and swords are not just born for killing."

"Old sir." Yao Fanglan saluted respectfully.This old man, although his temples are gray, does not give people the feeling of aging at all, his whole body is calm and relaxed, he is not an ordinary person at first glance.

"Master." Jing Yanshuo put down his sword directly and knelt down, "Why are you here?"

"Ah?" Yao Fanglan and Jing Junxi both turned their heads and looked at the old man.

"Hey, why are you so polite?" The old man stroked his overgrown beard, "Suo'er, get up."

"Yes." Jing Lingshuo stood up.

"Who are these two?" The old man opened the lid of the teacup, took a sip of tea, and shook the hand holding the lid in front of the two of them.

"That child is a cheap apprentice I took," Jing Shuo hesitated for a while, and said, "He is the descendant of the Chaohe royal family."

"No problem." The old man beckoned Jing Junxi to come over, "What's your name?"

"It used to be called Ji Pengcheng," Jing Shuo said, "now it's called Jing Junxi."

"Okay." The old man looked at Yao Fanglan again, "Who is this?"

"This is..." Jing Lingshuo hesitated for a long time, but he didn't come up with an answer.

Is this bringing the ugly wife back home?Yao Fanglan thought it was funny, and introduced himself: "Mr., this is Yao Fanglan, the undercover of Li Wang Beiqianling."

Jing Lishuo opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Yao Zanglan grabbed him by the corner of his clothes and shook his head imperceptibly.

"Yao Fanglan?" The old man shook his hands and spilled some tea, "A survivor from the Yao family?"

Yao Fanglan's ears moved, but she still respectfully replied: "Yes."

"I see." The old man put down his teacup, "The old man's surname is Bai, and his name is Zeyu. He once taught at Bizixuan for a period of time, and now he runs this small sword shop as you can see."

"By the way, Shuo'er," Bai Zeyu said, "What are you doing here? The Wuhen I gave you is broken?"

"No." Jing Yanshuo pulled out Wuhen to show Mr. Bai, "I want to pick a sword for Junxi."

"Wuhen," Bai Zeyu caressed the snow-white sword with his wrinkled hands, "After all these years, you are still as beautiful as ever."

Bai Zeyu put the sword back into the scabbard, returned it to Jing Shuo, walked up to Jing Junxi and looked at it carefully: "How much has this child learned about swords?"

Jing Shuo said: "In addition to the basic skills I learned during the imperial court, I also taught him the ten moves of swordsmanship."

Bai Zeyu held Jing Junxi's hand, turned it around, and squeezed his arm again: "He is a good seed, but with your method, you may not be able to teach it well."

"The ten moves of swordsmanship, after all, are something you have realized by yourself," Bai Zeyu said, "it's useless to imitate this child mechanically."

"Son," he patted Jing Junxi's head, "would you like to see my sword?"

Jing Junxi nodded in a daze.

Shirasawa smiled slightly, and slowly drew his sword out of its sheath.It's just an ancient sword that has been a little rusty, and it's not as stunning as Wuhen.

He pointed to the censer and asked Jing Junxi to observe the changes in the smoke, then retreated to the door and slashed in place with his sword very quickly.

A sword wind split the smoke into two halves, and the empty smoke actually had a neat sword mark like a real thing.

Jing Junxi looked back at Bai Zeyu in dumbfounded.The latter explained quietly: "There are two kinds of swordsmanship. One is your master's style, which uses rigidity to forge a sword; Not exhausted; the soft sword is benevolent and wise, defeating the enemy with sword energy. Little guy, which one do you want to learn?"

Jing Junxi said firmly: "I have to learn both."

"Hey, you kid is quite ambitious." Bai Zeyu said with a smile, "It's not the orthodox way to practice swords by learning both."

"It's not orthodox, but it doesn't mean it's not feasible. King Jinyuan slaughtered my whole family, but I still follow him, is it orthodox? Naiyun destroyed my homeland, but I linger in Naiyun, is it orthodox? Existence is reasonable , the two swordsmanship must have something in common." Jing Junxi knelt down in front of him, "Hard and soft, invincible. Master, I want to become stronger so that I can stand on a higher ground to see Clear the path under your feet. Teach me, master."

Bai Zeyu laughed twice: "Okay, okay, okay, Shuo'er, this kid is even more arrogant than you were back then."

"How many days do you plan to stay in Li Man?"

Jing Lishuo made a bow, and replied, "No more than three months."

Bai Zeyu helped Jing Junxi up: "Then I will use these three months to guide you to get started. It is up to you whether you make it through or not, and it is up to you to improve after that. Would you like it?"

"Yes!" Jing Junxi shouted loudly, "Thank you Master!"