Vol 7 Chapter 263: Sven scum

Autumn rain is lingering in the air, and this morning in Hangzhou, it is raining.
When walking through the raindrops, Ning Yi heard the sound of brushing and banging from the wall. He knew that it was the sound of a woman named Liu Dazhao practicing a knife. Every day, only this thing is rain or shine for women.
Greetings with the guards, through the side of the door, Ning Yi also saw the scene of practicing the knife. In the heavy rain, there is only one girl in the big military field. She still wore a fight, waving the giant blade running on the field, and her posture changed like a fierce and beautiful dance. The falling rain has already wetted the dresses on her body, and almost every wave of rotation, it is like an explosion in the air to bring out a waterfall.
She is practicing from a small family, and she is not sick by the rain, but every time she sees the girl dancing a big knife, it can make Ning Yi feel a strange feeling. The giant blade wielded the knife and the sword, and the wooden stakes and small trees on the side of the martial arts were folded. Sometimes the gravel was smashed out on the ground, but most of the time it looked like the big knife. Walking with the girl, sometimes the body flies out, sometimes seeing her squatting, her feet are vain, like she is going to fall or she will be flying away from the ground with a big knife, and she can’t help wondering her. How did it get the big knife up, and whether she controlled the knife, or the whole person was dragged by the inertia of the knife.
However, although it seems from beginning to end that it is like a girl shepherd boy who is crying and crying to catch a mad cow, so she did not really let the knife out of control. As for the true power of this knife, perhaps only a lot of dead souls who died under this knife can make a fair judgment. In the battle of Taiping Lane, he also saw it when the girl was wrapped in it. When the big knife is thrown in the rotation like a cannonball, the momentum and power are really invincible. It is estimated that not many people can really block the death of this big knife under the huge inertia.
At the side of the scene, I was watching an ugly thing beside Liu Dazhao. Only Liu Tiannan, the head of the Fuzhong, and Ning Yi exchanged a few words with him today. Liu Tiannan smiled and asked: "How does Ning Gongzi feel the master knife? ?"
"The effort is too much, there are too many imaginary tricks. You see that the shackles are vain, hey, I think... Hey, what is she doing?"
Far away, the girl who danced the knife looked like a look at it. Then, the knife suddenly sank behind him, dragging the giant blade and rushing.
In the rain curtain, the ground that burst open on the ground is a blossoming waterfall, just like every step of the rain in the rain, I don’t know how the petite body broke out so huge. The power of. The distance between the two sides is rapidly approaching. The girl and the giant blade are merged together. The giant blade, the human body, the giant blade, and the rotation of the person in front of Ning Yi’s eyes are magnified and alternated four or five times. The whole person is in Ning. Yi’s eyes exploded.
Appeared in front of Ning Yi, it is already a girl holding a knife in both hands, the whole person stretched to the extreme picture, the giant blade from bottom to top, pointing directly to the sky, with a loud noise in the middle, the stone fluttering, should be the edge of the battlefield The stone railings were cut off, followed by vibrations and bangs from the eaves.
Ning Yi almost had no time to react. He only felt the wind rubbed his cheeks. He subconsciously jumped to the right. Liu Tiannan almost flew to the left at the same time. The wide robe sleeves were swung out and the tiles fell on the eaves. The stone was swayed to the rear wall and a sound was heard.
When Ning Yi rolled up and stood up again, the eaves on the aisle of the martial arts had already broken a big hole, and the giant blade brush was inserted on the ground not far from his side. When Ning Yi turned his head to look at it, the figure of the girl fell on the handle. At this moment, the figure was tall and graceful, and the sleeves and skirts turned quietly. The raindrops falling in the sky seemed to be forced. Opened in general, of course, the next moment, heavy rain is still pouring down, the girl looked at him on the knife, the chest undulating, breathing has become a rush, obviously this is also a lot of energy.
"Da, I mean, this will definitely let others underestimate the enemy." Ning Yi spread the hand, the girl behind the curtain of the curtain is probably licking his mouth, turning his eyes, the body lightly jumped from the handle, Ning Yi smiled and put his hand on his back, and whispered to Liu Tiannan: "How can I hear it so far?" Liu Tiannan didn't laugh in front of the owner, passed his hands, smiled and looked up to see the eaves being opened. .
The girl extended a hand and pressed the handle down to make the giant blade tilt, and then used both hands to pull out the blade that was plunged into the mud. Her practice has basically been completed.
"The tyrants were not like this." As he walked, Liu Dazhao spoke. "The previous generations of tyrants are overbearing, but the rules are still there. Ah, they often have such a way, but I don’t have such a knife. I can't get a knife. I can only wave it up, and then follow the knife. This is more labor-saving. Of course, I can't beat a few people at the beginning, because I can't turn a few laps and fall. You If you are interested, I can teach you the orthodox knives. There are not many tactics, but it is not good to lie."
The girl still deliberately lowered her crisp voice, and put the giant blade into the wooden box. She smiled and said: "In any case, your broken six-way effort is also a hegemonic path, which is in line with the knife."
"Break six?"
"The internal strength of your body. When you were young, you didn't practice your time and missed the best time. This broken six is ​​the best method for you to practice. It means breaking the limits of the three worlds. I just heard about it when I was young. Yes, not sure, isn't it?"
"No, I heard that this is a set of second-rate exercises..."
Ning Yi frowned, the girl looked at him over there. After a moment, he turned his head and murmured: "A scholar, rushing to practice what kind of kung fu, messy..." I think Ning Yi is doing this thing. Not too focused, martial arts is estimated to be because of interest, with him seriously, he is a bit stupid.
After all, she was a woman. The rain drenched her clothes and went to the doorway. Ning Yi and Liu Tiannan went another door. In a short while, he waited for the girl to come in the study room where he was dealing with affairs. Today, there was nothing to do. The two chatted for a while, and the girl asked: "I heard that you are going to the Four Seasons to attend the poetry in the evening?"
"Well, listen to them saying that the place is good, go and join in the fun." Ning Yi smiled, "Is it interested?" He knows that girls sometimes have some arty styles, like to read some books, after reading them, they will talk about them. Some are funny, but this type of party has never been attended. If she does not participate, she may wish to invite.
Sure enough, after the talk, the the curtain seemed to be shaking his head with distress: "No, there is something tonight... and... I don't know how to write poetry, um, I don't know how to write poetry..."
"Why don't you copy one, let other readers write one, and you can copy it... you just wrote it yourself."
The girl thought for a while: "Can you...?"
Ning Yi also replied: "Yes."
If other readers hear such conversations, they may not be able to laugh and laugh, but in terms of the two, this aspect is quite good. Liu watermelon nodded: "Well, then write one for me."
"what?"
"You can use it to fill the scene next time. You are the first talent of Jiangning."
"I am a fake..."
"Knowing that you are the most powerful is martial arts, people and brothers, friends, one friend, between the friends, just watching and helping each other, thank you here..."
"……Ok."
Even though the majority of the courts of Fangla are composed of martial artists, the literati still have a large number of cadres, and it must be said that in this era, the literati still have a sense of superiority. Although Liu Dazhao is mainly a barbaric image before the people, but occasionally he hopes that he can be elegant, she is not really scornful of poetry. The two men discussed in the room for a while, Ning Yi wrote a few different styles of poetry for her copy, of which Li Qingzhao’s grace was sent to her, because some did not understand, "the rolling waters of the Yangtze River, the waves of heroes "This one feels too vicissitudes. Although Liu Weng likes it, I feel that it is not suitable for myself.
After writing a few songs, she was quite a favorite. It was a "Swordsman" because it was easy to understand and seemed to be domineering. However, there is a sentence in the "Huangtu hegemony talks and laughs", Ning Yi changed into a macro map, but still reminded me, I am afraid this sentence is still somewhat overwhelming, this girl does not care. Then she sneaked a "Knight's Walk" that she still likes. In fact, she only likes one sentence, that is, "Ten steps to kill one person, not to stay in a thousand miles", the rest, mainly because the poem is too long, the allusion is also Too many, she did not understand, the first time I read the wrong word, asked Ning Yi: "You are a little bit rhyming."
In this way, after picking two songs, Ning Yi also sent her a pair of sentences, which is very suitable for the children of the rivers and lakes: "Tao Li Chunfeng a glass of wine, rivers and lakes night rain ten years lamp", in fact, this is the original poem, but Ning I don’t remember, I think these two sentences are like couplets... but unfortunately I don’t remember the horizontal approval... He told Liu Dazhao that he can say that he has a couplet after two poems~EbookFREE.me~ The girl is deeply convinced.
For the things that were done at this time, the two had no psychological pressure. However, the girl named Liu Watermelon couldn’t help but see Ning Yi’s eyes. She finally knew that these were good poems.
"At night...may not be too flat." She thought for a while, after all, she said, "If you want to go out, try to come back early, or you can let A Chang go with you..."
"at night……"
"It's hard to say." She picked up the poems in her hand and shook her head. "I know when I get there. I don't know what it will be like now. But... maybe these poems come in handy, huh..."
Although I was laughing, I can see that the girl opposite is not really expecting. There may be something big happening, but Ning Yi has not received too much information. After talking about it, everything will become the same as usual. After eating lunch, Liu Dazhao’s carriage drove out from the side of Dililiu Street. What happened to him did not have much to do with Ning Yi’s thoughts. After another one or two hours, the dusk did not arrive. When the street came, Ning Yi took the knife and the fire, and after finishing it, he went out to the poetry.