For several days in a row, Wen Xi practiced swordsmanship diligently in the morning and evening, and even changed her hand to eat and act on weekdays, although she was lazy on weekdays, she was very attentive in this matter, and in a few days she had made her left hand as flexible as her right hand, that is, she practiced hard under the scorching sun every day, and she lost a lot of weight. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Chen Wang was busy, saying that he was teaching her, but in fact, he only gave occasional guidance. Since ancient times, there is no shortcut to martial arts, even if the talent is extremely high, you must study hard and practice hard, Wen Xi knew this principle when he taught Xu Changling, so he was not in a hurry.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, King Chen went to the palace, it is said that the emperor set up a banquet, and all the civil and military officials went to the palace to receive the banquet. But Leng Shuzhu disappeared early in the morning, and he didn't know where to go, Wen Xi practiced martial arts in the courtyard, and he completely forgot what night it was.

Firefly Candle was leading the two little girls from the corridor, Wen Xi's ears moved, and suddenly the sword went to her, Firefly Candle hurriedly grabbed her clothes and flew up, avoiding Wen Xi's sword momentum, kicked her footsteps, and then slowly fell on the side, Wen Xi stabbed out with another sword, Firefly Candle raised the basket in her hand to block it, and hurriedly said: "Miss Wen, the maid will not make a sword." ”

Wen Xi put away his moves and asked, "Are you only light work?" ”

Firefly Candle shook her head and smiled: "The maid is a soft silk, but it is for self-defense." ”

Wen Xi rolled his eyes, put on a posture, and said, "It's better to make a move." ”

Firefly had to hand the basket to the maid who had been hiding aside, and then took off the shoulder silk, and shook it slightly, the soft silk danced as if it was alive, she jumped into the courtyard, stretched out her hand, and said, "Miss Wen, please advise." ”

Wen Xi's mouth flicked, her eyebrows flew, and she swept over with a little smile, and the two fought against each other in an instant, Wen Xi's sword was an offensive, she had always been good at making quick moves, and she was better than being able to guard against it. King Chen didn't return the iron sword to her before that day, but he still got her a short sword, not as fancy as the previous one, just a fish skin grip, a cow bone sword grid, one foot and two minutes long, bilateral blades, hard and unbroken, used to weigh hands very lightly, although Wen Xi was still a little unhappy, but had to admit that it was really much better than the broken iron given by the master.

The short sword was as flexible as her arm, swinging and stabbing, all of which were fierce and awe-inspiring. However, the firefly candle also copes with it freely, she does not fight with Wen Xi head-on, the soft silk is waving, like a famous artist holding a paintbrush, the beauty dances amazingly, like a fish swimming in the water, and the grass flies.

The two fought for a long time, and it was inseparable, Qing Yu took Taro into the courtyard gate, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the flying shadows in the courtyard and heard the sound of shouting.

Firefly Candle jumped on the rockery, Wen Xi swept up to the Silent Pavilion, blocking her way, stabbing down with a sword, Firefly Candle threw soft silk, and bent down to avoid it.

Taro looked full of surprise on her face, and hurriedly asked Qingyu: "Sister, is the girl more capable or Sister Firefly Candle higher." ”

Qing Yu smiled and said, "Where do I know." As she spoke, she took a few steps forward and wanted to shout to stop the two who were gesturing, but there was a person behind her, who stretched out a pair of hands to pat her on the shoulder, and waved her hand again, so that she didn't have to make a sound, and Qing Yu had to stand beside her.

Firefly Candle's internal kung fu is very exquisite, and it is not as profound as this pair of young women who are less than ten years old, and the soft and boneless silk quilt is also waved by her like a flying snake, Wen Xi has increased her curiosity about the long-known Linghua faction, presumably a few months ago, Leng Shuzhu pierced the lips and teeth of Liu Yilang, which is also the method.

After a few rounds, Wen Xi was exhausted, gradually showing fatigue, and the sword also reduced its power, the firefly candle shook the soft silk, the silk fell lightly, she draped it back on her shoulders, and said, "Miss Wen has accepted." ”

Wen Xi didn't know that the world was so big, there were people outside the world, not to mention that she had seen the murderous aura of the embroidered messenger, King Chen's long sword was slightly picked, and naturally he would not be depressed because of a momentary defeat, so he put away his sword and said: "Thank you for your advice." ”

"Haha, interesting." The man behind Qing Yu finally opened his mouth and smiled, and walked slowly again.

The two people who were talking here were all shocked, before this person spoke, he was hidden under the bamboo forest at the gate of the courtyard, as if he was nothing, and no one paid attention to it.

Ran Yingzhu's face was even more surprised, "Uncle Shi? ”

"Uncle Shi?" Wen Xi was also taken aback, and looked at the person, but it was a middle-aged man dressed as a fairy wind dao bone man, with a simple body and a pure temperament.

"I heard that there is a daughter of an old man, is this girl?" He smiled and pointed to Wincy and asked Firefly.

Firefly Candle hurriedly bowed and said, "Exactly." ”

She said to Wen Xi again: "This is Xuanchen Daoist. ”

Since he is Uncle Candle Master, then this style should also be the master of the Linghua faction, Wen Xi looked at him curiously, "The daughter of the deceased that the Taoist master just said, is it the elder who recognizes me?" ”

This Xuanchen Daoist also looked at Wen Xi carefully with a smile, nodded and said, "Ling Zun still has a few sides of the relationship with the poor Dao. ”

Wen Xi was stunned, she still remembered her father's name, but her appearance was blurred, when she was very young, her father Yin Che had already escaped in the rivers and lakes, when she was a child, she still asked her mother about her father's whereabouts from time to time, but Mrs. Yan just said that he sought the truth and left, if he was confused, he would naturally come back to reunite with them, this sudden person actually said that it was his father's old acquaintance, how could he not shock Wen Xi.

However, Daoist Master Xuanchen seemed to be able to see through what she was thinking, waved his hand at her, and said with a smile: "The girl has a question in her heart, and she can't solve it, so she doesn't need to ask more." But he pointed his hand at the Zhiyin Pavilion and said, "Come on, come on, let's go in and talk." ”

He went to sit down by himself, and Firefly nodded to Wen Xi, who looked puzzled, and said, "Maid, go and prepare tea." ”

Wen Xi had to go into the pavilion and sit down in front of him, and the Xuanchen Daoist smiled again: "Girl, please take a look." ”

Wen Xi hesitated for a moment, and finally stretched out the left hand that was holding the sword just now, because of the competition, the palm was a little red, and there were blisters and hard calluses on the knuckles that had been grinding out over the years, and the Xuanchen Taoist Master smiled: "It's not this one, it's the hand that the girl hurt." ”

"Huh?" Wen Xi looked around his head, seeing that he was smiling and very kind, and finally put his right hand on the stone table, and his palm was still wrapped in a silk handkerchief.

Xuanchen Taoist stretched out his hand, his hand was very slender and white, looking not like a man's hand, as flawless and moist as white jade, and with a bit of medicinal fragrance, his fingers flicked, and the silk handkerchief in Wen Xi's hand spread out, revealing the new flesh and the old wounds.

Xuanchen Daoist stroked his long beard, carefully looked at the position where Wen Xi's palm was pierced by the arrow, and looked at it, his brows were already frowning slightly.

Wen Xi remembered what Leng Shuzhu said before, King Chen went to invite some famous doctor to give her a doctor, could it be this Taoist priest? Seeing his expression, this injury should be very difficult to handle...... Her heart was a little heavy, even though she had already figured it out and studied left-handed swordsmanship diligently, who would rather have her hand disabled? She always has the expectation that she will get better.