This sentiment [Xiu Xian]

Early the next morning, Wen Zhe went directly to the pagoda to look for him according to Lord Han's Huahua's instructions.

There was a huge sword room on the sixth floor. After Wen Zhe knocked on the door and entered, he saw Rong Xuehuai sitting on a chair, holding a piece of white powder in his hand, and patiently wiping a Qingfeng sword.

There was a short table by his side, and on it were a dozen long swords of different colors and sizes.Rong Xuehuai put the Qingfeng Sword back into its sheath, Fang raised his head and smiled at Wen Zhe, beckoning, "You're here."

Wen Zhe walked to his side and responded in a low voice.The short table was pushed in front of him by Rong Xuehuai: "Since I want to teach you how to practice swords, you should also have your own sword. These are the ones that I think might suit you. You can pick and choose first. If you are not satisfied, You can also choose the swords in this room at will. Everything comes first, don’t let yourself be wronged.”

Wen Zhe looked up and saw that there were swords hanging on the walls all around, and there were rows of weapon racks in the corners, displaying many long swords.Roughly speaking, there are at least thousands of swords in this room. If Mr. Han Luhua hadn't picked out a dozen or so for him to choose, and looked at each one by himself, he still doesn't know how long he would have to wait.

The sword placed on the long table really suits Wen Zhe's eyes.He didn't know much about swords, and he had no chance to touch them before, but these sword weapons that Rong Xuehuai sifted out made Wen Zhe feel very comfortable.

After checking two or three of them, he was inexplicably familiar with a long sword with an autumn-scented scabbard.I took out the sword and tried it, the feeling of familiarity was even more overwhelming, it was suitable and comfortable, like an old friend or an old friend.For some reason, he felt that this sword was very similar to Mr. Han's flower, which made him feel kind.

When Rong Xuehuai saw him pick up the sword, she raised her eyebrows in surprise, and when she saw him clenched the sword tightly and her gaze became firm, she couldn't help but raise her forehead with one hand, and laughed helplessly.

"Mr. Hua, I want to choose this... Mr. Hua?"

Rong Xuehuai straightened her face, and said as if nothing had happened: "You have a good eye, this is a good sword. How did you choose it?"

Although Wen Zhe was still curious about why Mr. Hua laughed silently just now, he still replied politely: "This sword makes me feel familiar, and it's warm and warm, I like it very much..." I also think it looks like you.

The latter sentence was swallowed by him, but the first two sentences alone were enough for Rong Xuehuai to laugh for a while.Wen Zhe looked inexplicably at the laughing Hanyuhua Jun, and then at the sword in his hand, the feeling of familiarity was still intact.Suddenly a flash of light flashed in his mind: "This is... Hua Jun, this is your usual saber!"

No wonder he felt this sword was very familiar.These days, he goes to the martial arts arena to watch Hua Jun dance sword, this autumn-colored long sword is not the one that Hua Jun holds in his hand every day.The thing resembles a master, and he thinks that this sword resembles Mr. Han Suhua, and it is not unreasonable.

As long as you have some brains, you can think of it, no one would put their commonly used saber in a position that anyone can choose for a novice half-breed.The appearance of this sword on the table is probably a misunderstanding.

Wen Zhe immediately handed the sword back to Jun Hua, and said in embarrassment, "It was because I didn't wink that I offended you, so I will pick one out again, please don't blame Hua Jun."

Rong Xuehuai smiled, took her sword, but reached out to stop Wen Zhe who was about to turn around and pick up the sword again.

He slowly pulled out the sword inch by inch, and for the last time affectionately and full of sighs, he raised his index finger and middle finger together, and slowly stroked the sharp spine of the sword: "I practiced swords since I was three years old, and I used this 'Minghong Qiushui' ’, at the beginning, I couldn’t hold the sword with one hand, and I had to hold it with both hands when swinging normally... At that time, I was just as tall as this sword.”

Mr. Hanhuahua looked at the sharp sword edge of "Minghong Qiushui" with a smile and nostalgia. After a while, he put the sword back into its sheath, and handed the long sword that accompanied him through his youth and past years to Wen. Zhe: "You chose him, and he actually likes you very much... I have failed 'Minghong Qiushui' these years. This is a good sword, Wen Zhe, you should cherish it."

Of course Wen Zhe didn't dare to take it.Picking up the sword but picking someone else's saber is extremely presumptuous. This sword is still the old sword that has accompanied Mr. Hua for a long time, which makes him even more disrespectful. He repeatedly refuses and refuses to take the sword.

There was no anger on Rong Xuehuai's face, and he even smiled slightly: "I put it on the case unintentionally, and it was chosen by you intentionally. You can choose any one, but if there is no reason, I can’t. You can accept it.”

"I used your sword, what should I ask you to use. Mr. Hua, I'd better choose another one..."

Mr. Han Luhua was amused by Wen Zhe again, and he looked at Wen Zhe helplessly: "You can recognize my identity when you first see me, but now you don't know my weapon? Wen Zhe, let me tell you What are you doing..."

Realizing what Rong Xuehuai meant, Wen Zhe raised his head in surprise.

Rong Xuehuai sighed and said with a smile: "I inherit the lineage of Qiansan Dao, use hidden weapons, and also master the poisonous way. Wen Zhe, why do you think I just said that I have failed 'Minghong Qiushui'? Take it, you It will be very suitable for it, much more suitable than the sword I thought you should choose."

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On the martial arts arena, Wen Zhe stood aside awkwardly, his eyes full of unbelievable expectations and turbulent hesitation.Rong Xuehuai smiled at him soothingly, her eyes were full of encouragement and expectation.

"Generally, the beginners of swordsmanship mainly focus on defensive moves. But you have been rough in the old days and your nature is weak, so you should add some strength. The swordsmanship I taught you is just right for the young man's spirit. Open your hands to attack, and the way of the sword It's even more exciting. If you can really appreciate seven points, I don't have to worry about you being swallowed by others."

With a raised eyebrow and a smile, Rong Xuehuai drew his sword out of its sheath: "I'll disassemble each move for you to see first, and then I'll show you the complete set in a while. If there is something you don't understand, I will naturally explain it to you slowly, and don't do it yourself. Groping, not daring to ask questions.”

Rong Xuehuai made it clear, took a sword flower, and flew up.This set of swordsmanship is the most clean and neat. It looks like a wolf watching a tiger while walking. Enough to make Wen Zhe breathless.

"First style, why don't men wear Wu hooks."

The voice was full of energy and determination.Wen Zhe had never heard Rong Xuehuai speak in this tone before, so he subconsciously looked for Rong Xuehuai's eyes.In the swirling silver light, he could only see the black and bottomless two pools of ink, with a faint smile as proud as a fledgling young man.

Rong Xuehuai turned around and swiped quickly, the sword moved according to her heart, pointing and twisting, dancing with a clear light: "Second move, collect..."

"—Second Form, One Sword Frost and Cold Fourteen States."

From the treetops beside the martial arts arena, a lazy and playful female voice came down lightly. Wen Zhexun raised his head, and saw a red cloud lying lazily on the treetops, as soft as if it had no bones.

"Mr. Honglian's set of 'Returning the Mountains and Rivers' has a total of four styles, which are 'Why don't men wear Wu hooks, one sword is frosty and cold for fourteen states. The house is full of flowers and drunken guests, and they charge fifty states in Guanshan." The meaning is even The swordsmanship is exquisite and unparalleled, and it is not as good as a flower like Yangzhu Honglianjun who can sweep the world."

Rong Xuehuai: "..."

Rong Xuehuai couldn't continue with Shangguan Haitang making such a fuss.He sighed helplessly, sheathed his sword and said, "Don't talk nonsense, Wen Zhe should take it seriously. Haitang, when did you learn to talk like this?"

Shangguan Begonia jumped up and landed on the ground lightly like a red cloud, wondering: "Eh, didn't you teach me?" When there was no one in the middle of the night, he hung the southeast branch by himself. In front of the Qi window in the future, this thing is the most lovesick .'"

Wen Zhe: "..."

Even if he doesn't understand the lines, he can hear something wrong with the poem.At this moment, what did he still not understand, what Mr. Haitang answered earlier was clearly a crooked poem with the wrong lips.

Even Rong Xuehuai couldn't help but choked up, he didn't expect his funny nonsense from the past to be found out.But in the next moment, he came to his senses and said with a smile: "Every time you want to use me for something, you must first squeeze me—Haitang, what do you want me to do this time?"

"It's nothing. It's just that in the afternoon, Lord Honglian unlocked Tangshan's lock formation, so that Lord Mudan and I can go to the hot springs. It's not difficult."

"Just solve it." Rong Xuehuai helplessly supported his forehead: "Is there any organ array eye on my bright face that you can't open-but Mr. Mudan is still young, don't you want to open it?" Trick him again. So far, all the friends of Baihua Dao have been completely harmed by you."

Shangguan Haitang chuckled lightly: "Then don't you dare to compare yourself with Lord Honglian? All the fellow Taoists of Baihuadao are completely shocked by you."

Mr. Haitang tenderly twisted his waist, and floated away. Rong Xuehuai looked at his unbearable and graceful back, and couldn't help murmuring: "If this continues, sooner or later, I will draw a leaf roller moth on your face* ..."

Wen Zhe's hearing has always been good, but now that he is within arm's length of Rong Xuehuai, the other party's words naturally fell into his ears completely.For a moment, Wen Zhe was a little stunned, he didn't expect Mr. Han Luhua to have such a vivid moment.

Rong Xuehuai turned around, took a full view of Wen Zhe's surprised expression, and then smiled and said, "What? You know you have to work hard at swordsmanship from now on, or you'll be painted on your face by me?"

Wen Zhe: "!!!"

Amused by Wen Zhe's expression, Rong Xuehuai rolled his eyes, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I won't draw you if you make a mistake. If you study hard, how about I take you to a hot spring this afternoon?"

"The hot spring in the Yingri domain gathers the spirits of the Nine Mountains. It has been locked all year round in the past. The aura is more intense than the precious springs next to it. It is enough for mortals to strengthen their bodies and prevent all diseases. It is even better for a physique like yours. benefit."

Rong Xuehuai drew out his long sword again: "If you can practice the first pose in the morning, you can go."

Wen Zhe felt a little eager to try, and also a little uneasy about trying new things for the first time. He asked tentatively: "Mr. Hua, but if I'm too stupid, I can't practice well..."

Rong Xuehuai looked at Wen Zhe with a look of anticipation, and gave a low laugh.

"Then I have to agree with you to pay on credit."

The author has something to say: *Apical leaf roller moth: one of the main pests and diseases of crabapple.

About Minghong Qiushui... Ah, in fact, it is the protagonist of the story.You have to believe that this is a story of Jian Shou who met a slag Gong who didn't care about him, and was later changed hands by slag Gong and regained happiness with Zhengpai Gong! (Not really!)