Although Ling'er didn't expect Ning Qingqiu to carry out such a surprise attack, she didn't dare to have any rebuttal at this time.

The main thing is that it is already a real generosity for others to practice swordsmanship to show her, and if it is changed in front of other monks, if you don't pay the price, you have to watch other people's fighting methods......

That's dreaming.

So I could only go to the ground and pick up a branch with a bitter face.

The branches were thin and thin, but they were rather wild.

Ling'er took a deep breath, her true qi was running, and her face gradually became serious.

Although she knew that her next performance would definitely not be good, and she would even be evaluated as unsightly, Ling'er still decided to take the sword dance seriously, so that she could be worthy of the other party's teaching.

Although Ning Qingqiu kept saying that he would not teach her, in fact, everything he did was no different from teaching, the key was that even if other monks taught their disciples, they would have to endure years of service and testing. Loyalty and the importance of the master are indispensable, even if it is to be regarded as a personal disciple, in Kyushu, a place where the inheritance is extremely important, the law is not lightly transmitted, Ning Qingqiu can do this, although she is unaware of it, but for Ling'er, all this is enough, for her, in addition to the spirit clan, it is the first time to meet a foreign clan that is so good to her.

Although the human race is very terrifying in the legend, it is the kind that cannot be provoked, of course, if it is the kind of seven nights, it is indeed impossible to provoke, but Ning Qingqiu's face is cold and hot, which really makes Ling'er happy.

Ling'er's sword dance movements are very weak, not as neat as Ning Qingqiu's, but as a person who holds a sword for the first time, her performance is already very good.

Of course, she wasn't holding a real sword.

Seven nights are a little scoffing on the side.

This kind of teaching, unless a real amazing genius, the kind of demon that is born known in the way of the sword, otherwise it basically will not have much effect.

Because for Ling'er's cultivation time, it is already a stereotype, so it is not easy to turn it around so easily in the later stage.

Ning Qingqiu has always been a little soft-hearted, and when facing this little girl of the Spirit Clan, she didn't know where she got so much gentleness and patience, although it was not obvious on the surface, but looking at the piles and piles she made, you could know that Ning Qingqiu really looked at her differently.

Seven Nights will not be a wicked person.

At this time, it will not win her favor if she directly breaks through these, anyway, Ning Qingqiu is just a temporary novelty, is it really to take this spirit girl back to the Hanging Mountain?

is silently watching her drink tea and eat snacks, scolding Fang Xuan's swordsmanship at Ling'er's swordsmanship, and the smug little appearance looks at people really with their index fingers.

The delicate and beautiful girl, and the amazing sword cultivation, the weakness and the strongness, are all perfectly integrated in her body, just like the ultimate contrast between water and fire.

Ling'er panted and stopped all her movements.

Sweating profusely, he walked in front of Ning Qingqiu, his eyes were just looking at her slowly pouring tea and drinking water, and he was thirsty at first glance.

The main reason is that Ning Qingqiu is so satisfied that normal people can't help but want a piece of the pie.

Ling'er is not a person who can't see good things.

It's a natural desire to be close.

Ning Qingqiu has never been a stingy person.

He happily gave her a cup, and joked in his mouth: "I didn't expect your swordsmanship to be very good, but now it's positive to ask me for something." ”

Ling'er grinned: "Then thank you Fairy Ning for rewarding me." ”

Ning Qingqiu couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, it's getting late today, you just go back first, otherwise your patriarch will come to me for trouble later. ”

Ling'er smiled wryly: "Don't dare, don't dare." ”

But my heart is still a little empty.

knew that what Ning Qingqiu said was true.

Everything is good for the head of the family, but sometimes he pays too much attention to her so that she is a bit of a soldier.

Ling'er herself is also very introspective.

Otherwise, if the patriarch and the Terran monks were to fight because of this, it would be completely unworthy.

She reluctantly said goodbye.

Ning Qingqiu watched the petite back walk away, the indifferent expression on his face disappeared, and he became a little worried.

She sighed slowly.

"Ling'er's talent...... It's amazing. ”

But the master of the kendo kills, she is not suitable after all.

So when she faced Ling'er just now, she didn't make any evaluation of her swordsmanship at all, and it could be seen that the little girl was very disappointed.

But Ning Qingqiu was still ruthless.

Seven nights slowly revealed their figures.

Xuanyi robe, black and gold dragon and phoenix auspicious rui is extremely exquisite.

The dark eyes of the seven nights were full of a touch of tenderness, like moonlight.

Except for Ning Qingqiu, probably no one could enjoy his gaze.

"That girl is worth your attention?"

Ning Qingqiu glanced at him coldly, and he was particularly infiltrating with a smile: "Hehe, I don't know when the dignified young master of the Hanging Mountain, the first person under the Dao, actually learned to sneak and peek?"

Mocking to the fullest.

This is also made by Ning Qingqiu, if it was someone else, it would have been a fire for Qiye at this time.

Of course, no one else dared to be so presumptuous in front of her.

In fact, in the final analysis, it is just a matter of being favored and fearless.

Because I know that he will never do anything bad to himself.

It's such self-confidence for no reason.

Qiye lifted his robe, just sat down so slowly and methodically, and the appearance of begging for tea was really funny.

Could this be an imitation of Ling'er?

Ning Qingqiu almost didn't hold back a sip of tea, and it just squirted out.

It's just to hand over a cup of tea.

"It's okay, it's good for you to taste it. ”

It is not a bad thing to borrow flowers to offer Buddha and give him what she was given to him in the seven nights.

Seven Nights didn't mind at all.

Although it was prepared for her by herself, it was a different taste when she drank it herself.

I guess what I got from her hand was extra sweet.

The two men were silent for a while.

"That Ling'er's kendo talent is not bad, did you really think about accepting apprentices?"

Ning Qingqiu said lightly: "No." ”

Haven't you talked about this before?

I can't take care of myself, how can I talk about accepting apprentices?

When the time comes, it will just be a misguided child.

I don't have that kind of mind and spare time.