After eating a few skewers of barbecue, Xiao Qing finally opened the conversation again. "Who taught you martial arts?" "My master." "Nonsense, don't talk about pulling down. "An old man, an old man who is both lovely and hateful. "Can't you say the name?" "Yes, it's just that the name is not good." ”

"Tell me about it. "Ugh...... Amorous son. "I haven't heard of it, which sect?" "Flower School." "Between the flowers...... BETWEEN FLOWERS......" XIAO QING SILENTLY RECITED TWICE, AND WAS SUDDENLY STARTLED, "YOUR MASTER IS THE WORLD'S NUMBER ONE YIN THIEF DONGFANG AO?" ZHAO WOUJI ......

Xiao Qing took a deep breath, "It turns out that you are his disciple, no wonder...... No wonder ...... "It's not hard to explain why he used such despicable and shameless means in the first place."

Zao Wou-Ki pursed his lips, "Actually, it's all the prejudice and misunderstanding of the people in the rivers and lakes, and it's just a false rumor, my master calls himself an amorous son, you see, how can this name be more affinity than a ruthless son, a ruthless son or something, right?"

Xiao Qing didn't pay attention to it at all, just tilted her head slightly and said to herself: "Oh my God! I didn't expect that I would actually live under the same roof for a month with the personal disciple of the world......'s number one Yin thief?

Zao Wou-Ki rolled his eyes angrily, are you scared?

Xiao Qing suddenly thought of something, and patted her knee, "By the way, it is said that the Huajian faction is full of talents, and most of the disciples are literary and romantic, so what about you?" "Clams?"

Zao Wou-Ki didn't know how to answer for a while, could it be that of course, I am an out-and-out genius in front of you? That would be too immodest.

Xiao Qing saw that he didn't answer, and asked again, "Qinqi, calligraphy and painting, what will you do?" "Uh...... I understand a little, I understand a little...... "Haven't you read the love letter I wrote to you?"

Zao Wou-Ki is not confident in himself, but determined in the curiosity of women. Xiao Qing held her chin with her left hand, and her index finger lightly tapped her left side of her face, "Why don't you make me a poem?"

"Poetry?" "It's hard?" "That's not it. "That means you're not willing to make poetry for me?" "How is that possible?" Zao Wou-Ki put down the kebabs, got up, and paced with his chin with his left hand.

"How many steps do you want?" Xiao Qing asked. "What?" Zao Wou-Ki paused. "Cao Zhi became a poem in seven steps, are you a little better or worse than him?" Zhao Wou-Ki felt a little tightness in his chest, is this a poem for the school examination? This is obviously a school examination for the sake of wisdom.

"How dare I compare with Cao Zhi, he is like a bright moon, and I am like a firefly. "YIN WORM? WELL, YOU'RE PRETTY SELF-AWARE. ”

ZHAO WOUJI GRITTED HIS TEETH AND SAID, "IT'S YING, FIREFLIES, NOT YIN." "Okay, our Xiao family lives in Yunshan, a remote place, isolated from the world, limited by conditions, so I don't read much, don't worry too much." ”

Zao Wou-Ki swallowed hard, "It's okay. "Then you continue, I'll help you count the steps, since he is Haoyue and you are a firefly, then he has seven steps, you have seventy steps, seven hundred steps, it's enough, right?"

Zhao Wou-Ki wanted to go crazy, and said angrily: "This rooftop is so big, let alone seventy steps and seven hundred steps, ten steps will be over." Xiao Qing glanced at him, "You are stupid! you can't walk in circles." Zao Wou-Ki......

Zhao Wou-Ki took a deep breath, "Don't count the steps, you listen." The concave and convex are all caused, and the curves are exquisite. The Xiao family has a good daughter, and she is proud of thousands of flowers. ”

Xiao Qing didn't speak, savored it twice, and then asked, "Proud of the flowers?" "Uh-huh!" "That is, the Oiran?" "Uh...... It can also be understood in this way. ”

Xiao Qing got up, pulled out her soft sword, and stabbed at Zao Wou-Ki. Zao Wou-Ki hurriedly dodged, but he could avoid it, "What are you doing?"

One moment they were eating barbecue together and talking and laughing, and the next moment they drew their swords to each other, this woman changed her face a little too quickly, right?

"Hmph! Oiran? You're scolding me in disguise! Zao Wou-ki, you're too bullying, I'll fight with you. Xiao Qing shook the soft sword in her hand and danced with sword flowers.

Zao Wou-Ki just pulled his legs and ran, Nima! Can this poem still be understood in this way? Why can it still be understood in this way? Zao Wou-Ki couldn't figure it out.

Xiao Qing's sword was fast, but Zao Wou-Ki's pace was even faster, chasing one after the other, and every time Xiao Qing thought he was going to stab him, he found that it was just a fleeting afterimage.

Xiao Qing sighed secretly in her heart, saying that the light skills of the Huajian faction are the best in the rivers and lakes, and it really deserves its reputation when I see it today. But our Xiao family's sword is not vegetarian, driven by competitiveness, Xiao Qing unreservedly used his strongest sword.

The Xiao family's snow shadow swordsmanship, light and elegant, one sword dance out of three sword flowers is considered to be the entry, five is considered to enter the hall, practice to the peak, you can dance nine sword flowers with one sword.

The Xiao family has a sword array, known as the snow shadow in the sky, and ten disciples who entered the hall gathered into a formation, and the sword flower danced in a heavy snowfall, and it was also a must in the rivers and lakes.

Xiao Qing has been practicing Snow Shadow swordsmanship for more than ten years, Rao is more than smart but not diligent, so she has been staying at the entry stage, and can only dance three snowflakes with one sword.

Needless to say, his own father is at his fingertips. Those uncles don't need to be compared, it's more than enough to dance six or seven.

Among the younger generation, those who can enter the hall and dance five flowers are considered to be the best, and three of them have done it, but Xiao Qing is not among the three.

There are only three people, but the sword formation needs to gather ten people, and the younger generation can't get together enough people to use the sword formation for the time being, but four of the ten people in the older generation are driving west, which makes the Xiao family unable to see the future of their family.

Dad said that he was the most talented in martial arts among the younger generation, and even faintly surpassed his sister, but one of the three was his sister.

The two cousins don't talk about it, but he and his sister started to learn swords at the same time, why did my sister dance five flowers, but she could only dance a pitiful three? This made Xiao Qing depressed for a long time, so that it affected her state of mind, and martial arts began to stagnate.

Obviously, his father said that his talent was higher than that of his sister, but his swordsmanship was not as good as his sister, Xiao Qing was inevitably discouraged, and then a little tired of learning, so slowly, in the eyes of the clan, the word Xiao Qing became synonymous with laziness and waste of talent.

Xiao Yi had a headache for a long time, so he decided to let his youngest daughter enter the world to practice, which was Xiao Qing's first trip.

Xiao Yi has a total of five children, three sons and two daughters, of which the youngest daughter Xiao Qing is the most favored, smart and clever, lively and cute, parents are used to it, uncles are spoiled, brothers are covered, sisters let go, live out is the little princess in the family!

As soon as she heard that her father was going to travel by herself, Xiao Qing, who had never been far away, hugged her mother and cried, "Mother! Daddy doesn't love me anymore, this is to banish Qing'er!

When she cried, her mother also wept together, Xiao Yi looked at the mother and daughter crying in a group, and couldn't help but have a black line.

It's useless to talk about uncles and aunts, Xiao Nizi just doesn't want to leave the home that is warmer than the flower room. At the critical time, my sister came, and after just saying a word, Xiao Qing silently packed her bags.

"Didn't you notice that I only danced one more sword flower than you before I went out to travel, but what about after I returned from my travels?"

In fact, Xiao Qing is very competitive, her parents don't know, her uncle doesn't know, but the one who knows her best in the whole family is her sister.

My sister seized this, so Xiao Qing packed her bags and said goodbye to her parents and went out, Xiao Yi made an exception and acquiesced to her personal maid to follow her all the way and take care of her daily life.

When she handed out the sword, Zao Wou-ki's face changed suddenly, she actually broke through the realm? In just one month, I didn't see how she practiced the sword, but she actually went to the next level? How could this make her feel embarrassed when she had been able to become a teacher for a full twenty years?

Xiao Qing herself was also surprised, Five Flowers! I actually danced five sword flowers? Zhao Wouji's body shook, and he displayed the light skill of the Flower School-Ghost Trace.

Six figures appeared in front of Xiao Qing, and Xiao Qing's sword speed did not slow down a bit. Anyway, only one figure is real, and his five sword flowers are all real.

The five sword flowers stabbed the five figures, but they were all fake? Xiao Qing looked at the last figure, and then took another sword! As soon as the sword came out, the figure was destroyed. The sword in Xiao Qing's hand couldn't help but stagnate, it turned out that the six realms were all afterimages!

was chased and slashed by Xiao Qing with a sword, and when he went to work the next day, Zao Wou-Ki's spirit was a little sluggish. To refresh himself, Zao Wou-Ki went to the lounge to make a cup of coffee.

Zhao Wou-ki, who was holding the cup, was still feeling sorry for what happened last night, how could Oiran be so understanding? Thinking about it, he took a sip of coffee, and couldn't help frowning, it was really bitter.

After a while, Zhao Minmin also walked into the lounge. She also wanted to have a cup of coffee, but unlike Zao Wou-Ki, she didn't drink instant coffee, she had to use a coffee machine to freshly grind.

When grinding coffee, Zhao Minmin, who was bored, saw that Zao Wou-Ki looked absent-minded, so he couldn't help asking, "Hey, what do you want?"

Zao Wou-Ki said: "I'm thinking of a poem." "Which sentence?" "Duao Wanhuacong, what do you think of this sentence?" "Duao Wanhuacong?" Zhao Minmin pondered for a while, and then continued: "It's not bad, it's a little domineering, the old lady likes it, whose poem?"

Zhao Minmin, like Ye Shan, received a foreign education, a returnee, and knew very little about Chinese studies, let alone any poetry appreciation, she just instinctively felt that this poem was a bit imposing.

Zao Wou-Ki smiled bitterly, "I'm it!" Zhao Minmin's eyes widened, "You?, you can actually make poetry?" Zao Wou-Ki suddenly had a bad premonition, "I just understand a little, I understand a little......" said and slowly moved towards the door.

Zhao Minmin grabbed him by the collar and pulled him over, "Okay, it's very! Can't you see it! You kid can also make poems, come, make a head for the old lady and listen to it." ”

Again, blame yourself for being cheap. Zao Wou-Ki prevaricated: "Eldest sister, I should go back to the office, I just made half of the price list just now." ”

"Don't be in a hurry, make a poem first, and then you go to the office when you're done. Zhao Minmin looked interested. Zao Wou-ki, who wanted to get out quickly, did not hesitate to copy last night's song, "The bumps are all there, and the curves are exquisite." The Zhao family has a good female ......"

Zao Wou-Ki suddenly stopped, and the last line of poetry brought him too much psychological shadow and could no longer be used, so he changed his words, "Stir my heart." ”

"The bumps are all there, and the curves are exquisite. The Zhao family has a good daughter, which stirs my heart. Zhao Minmin read it silently, and his color changed.

"The old lady asked you to make poems, but she didn't let you confess to the old lady, the old lady has seen all kinds of confessions, but I have never seen such an explicit confession. Look at the old lady, I won't pump you into a concussion......"

The slap came to cover his face, and Zao Wou-Ki was directly blindfolded, forgetting to dodge......

Zhao Minmin stepped on his high heels and walked away angrily, not even wanting the ground coffee. The bitterness in Zao Wou-ki's heart was even more bitter than drinking coffee.

In the future, I will never write poetry for women again, they don't understand what poetry is, let alone appreciate it. It's just that I don't know how to appreciate, and I still beat people.

They are the ones who make poems, and they are the ones who want to fight and kill, why are women so unreasonable one or two?