"Sword training or hand-to-hand combat?" Zhuo Yijia asked as she walked.

"As the master wills." Hong Shan followed behind Zhuo Yijia and replied solemnly and respectfully.

Zhuo Yijia walked straight to the courtyard outside the door of the table, there was a stone table against the outer wall of the courtyard, and bamboo was planted on both sides of the courtyard, and there was a weapon rack outside the bamboo, which was full of weapons that he had never seen before. Behind the weapon rack, there is a stream that passes through the sparse bamboo forest, moving from the west, the clear water is clear, but it flows very fast. Bang la, bla blah.

Zhuo Yijia walked to the weapon rack next to the courtyard, swept his gaze, fell on one of the long swords, and reached out to take it: "In this way, let's practice the long sword." ”

"Yes." Hong Shan nodded in response, and also walked to the shelf, taking a long sword in her hand.

"Don't you pick one?" Zhuo Yijia glanced at a long sword with a missing mouth in Hong Shan's hand, raised her eyebrows and smiled.

Hearing this, Hong Shan looked down at the long sword in his hand, and replied casually: "Practicing a sword is not killing, it's all the same." ”

Zhuo Yijia nodded, walked to the middle of the courtyard, and said to Hongshan's long sword: "Come on." ”

Hong Shan also walked to the courtyard, picked up the sword in her hand, looked at Zhuo Yijia, stuck out her tongue, and was a little naughty: "That subordinate is offended." With that, he swung his sword and forced into Zhuo Yijia's side.

Zhuo Yijia held the sword in one hand and carried it behind his back with the other. Easily coped with Hongshan's offensive. Hong Shan jumped and stabbed, spun around and kicked, and her movements became faster and faster. The body is also becoming more and more agile.

Zhuo Yijia also held a hand behind her back, and dealt with Hong Shan calmly.

Suddenly, Hong Shan took advantage of her strength to fly, jumped onto the stone table on the side, turned around and spun quickly, and stabbed Zhuo Yijia's face door.

Zhuo Yijia's calm face changed, he quickly lowered his body, stretched out his hand behind his back, slapped the stone bench next to him, and flew out with his strength, narrowly avoiding Hongshan's attack. Then, before Hong Shan could withdraw the sword, he pulled the bamboo on the side and jumped with his strength, and the tip of the sword stabbed towards Hong Shan's neck as soon as he turned.

Hong Shan was shocked, the sword that didn't have time to be withdrawn pointed straight to the ground, the long sword bent, and then 'clicked', and broke from the gap in the blade, Hong Shan's body was not strong, so she planted down, and her neck was facing the tip of the sword stabbed by Zhuo Yijia from the side.

Zhuo Yijia's face changed, and he hurriedly withdrew his sword, and Hong Shan let out an 'oops' and fell heavily to the ground.

Hong Shan fell to the ground, propped herself up with a painful face, looked up at Zhuo Yijia who was standing next to her, pursed her lips, and looked aggrieved: "My subordinates lost." ”

Zhuo Yijia looked at Hong Shan, smiled and shook his head: "I told you to choose a better sword, but you still don't listen." ”

Hong Shan pursed her lips aggrievedly, propped herself up with her broken sword, and then patted the dust on her body.

"Go change your sword and come again." Zhuo Yijia took a step back and watched as Hong Shan raised her chin at the weapon rack on the side.

Hong Shan nodded in response, walked to the side of the weapon rack, stood still, looked at the long sword on it seriously, and after looking at it carefully, she reached out and took a better one.

Picking up the long sword and pulling out the scabbard, she looked down carefully, and said again: "Master, I want this"

Turning his head, a long sword went straight to the door!

Hong Shan was shocked, and the unfinished words went straight to her throat. The body took a step back, and hit the shelf behind him, and the hand holding the scabbard that Hong Shan did not hold the sword quickly stretched back, and dangerously held the shelf where the weapon 'ping-pong' sounded.

His body was straight, his eyes were staring, and he looked nervous and shocked at the tip of Zhuo Yijia's sword.

Suddenly, the tip of Zhuo Yijia's sword turned and picked it up, and the yellow silk flower on Hong Shan's head was picked off by Zhuo Yijia's sword tip and flew towards the stream next to it.

Hong Shan's complexion changed suddenly, her body lowered, and she moved her steps to the side, and suddenly she came to the side of the stream, and stretched out her hand to catch the silk flower that fell straight down.

Zhuo Yijia's eyes deepened, and his feet also moved, and he flew forward, the tip of the sword was above Hong Shan's outstretched hands, picked the silk flower, and threw it to the side, and the silk flower fell quickly towards the stream.

I saw Hong Shan fly around, jumped to the bamboo on the side, fell on the surface of the stream, hung a little in the air under her left foot, and picked up the silk flower that had fallen on the surface of the lake with her right foot. As soon as the left hand was connected, the head did not return to the whole body, and the right hand holding the sword was blocked back.

With the strength of Zhuo Yijia, it landed steadily on the opposite side of the stream.

Everything happened in an instant.

But the silk flower hangs in the air to the moment it hits the ground.

Zhuo Yijia held the sword, pursed her mouth and looked at Hongshan holding a silk flower on the other side of the stream, and her eyes fell on the upper of her shoe that had just been pointed to the stream, but it was not stained.

Looking up with a strange face, he looked at Hong Shan, who was standing across a stream, holding silk flowers with an uncomfortable face. The voice of the mouth is unwavering, and the emotions cannot be heard:

"You've been letting me?"

With that, his eyes narrowed.

"Huh?" Hong Shan's face was puzzled, she looked at Zhuo Yijia, and took the hand of the silk flower to her back silently, looking at a loss: "My subordinates don't understand what the master is talking about." ”

After that, he stood with his hands behind his back, looking very respectful.

Zhuo Yijia looked at Hong Shan with a tense face, and after a while, he threw away the sword in his hand, and fell on the shelf with a 'clang', then turned his head and said coldly: "Even if it is to prevent me from being frustrated, I can't accept the servants and subordinates who have reservations in front of me." ”

After saying that, Zhuo Yijia turned around and walked towards the side door, and continued to say coldly: "Go back to the house and confine yourself for three days, and then come to me to admit your mistake." ”

Then he walked towards the house.

Zhihua, who came back from Changyu's side, stood at the side door, looked at Hong Shan, who was still standing on the other side of the stream, with no expression on his face, and then turned around, closed the side door of the main house, and followed Zhuo Yijia towards the house.

"Is the master angry with Hongshan?" Zhihua followed behind Zhuo Yijia, walked to Zhuo Yijia's side, and handed over a cotton handkerchief.

Zhuo Yijia took the handkerchief handed by Zhihua, wiped the fine sweat on his forehead, and did not respond.

She wiped the sweat on her head with a handkerchief, her movements were very slow, and after a while, she spoke: "Do you know that you have ever written a written test with Hongshan?" ”

"I brought her up single-handedly, so naturally I tried it." Zhihua didn't know what Zhuo Yijia asked, but he just replied with 1510.

"Then you compete with her, know the foundation of her martial arts, you and her, which is stronger or weaker?" Zhuo Yijia wiped her face, hung the handkerchief on the washstand, and turned her head to look at Zhihua.

Zhihua looked at Zhuo Yijia, and replied truthfully: "The close body and long sword are still weaker than me." ”

Zhuo Yijia turned her head, turned her head to look at the side door, and asked, "How do I compare myself to her?" ”

Zhihua stood next to Zhuo Yijia, and when he heard this, he didn't reply immediately, but after a while, he said: "Although she has not practiced martial arts as long as her master, her body and bones are rare martial arts wizards, and she has made rapid progress." He told his master this when he was in the Northland. So if it is really compared, the master's closeness and swordsmanship may not necessarily overpower her. ”

As he spoke, Zhihua added: "But the master of archery is indeed better than the two of us." ”

Zhuo Yijia listened to Zhihua's words, the heavy expression on his face relaxed, he just exhaled lightly, shook his head and said helplessly: "You are afraid of me being frustrated, and this Nizi is too, and she will let me compete with me with a sword." Indeed, this is something that I do not like. ”

As he spoke, Zhuo Yijia turned his head to look at Zhihua and said, "In the future, you all have to be calm with me." ”

Zhihua looked at Zhuo Yijia's appearance, his face became more serious, and then nodded cautiously: "My subordinates understand." ”