After three months, the valley of Youmer Creek.

With the chant of "Ling Dance, Snow on Your Sleeves", the snowflakes drifted again.

It seems that the heaven and earth have lost all other colors, only pure white. The wind rises, and the flowers are numerous; The moon is coming, and the snow is falling. In the snowstorm, the girl from the East left her alone.

The silver wrap couldn't hide the pure white crystal in the girl's hand, it was a knife, a knife of ice and snow.

Ice is the blade, snow is the jaw, and frost is the handle, which is clear and beautiful.

The girl with the knife is still young, about seven or eight years old, with slender arms and delicate facial features, and she will be a beautiful embryo when she grows up. The most striking thing is her clear eyes, the spirit of Zhong Tiandi, and the brilliance of all things.

The praise echoed in the girl's ears, sacred and solemn, as if heaven and earth were singing for it, and the birth of the elven messenger.

The girl danced with a knife, splitting, and sinking vigorously; Chop, the wind is overflowing; Sharpened, light and flexible; Thorny, swift and precise.

In all fairness, this set of introductory knife techniques, the girl is not proficient in practice, but she strives for standards in every movement, and would rather be slow than rotten.

Snowflakes linger around her, dancing with her, adding a touch of dreaminess to this scene.

The knife fell, and the wind and snow stopped.

At some point, there was a dark-haired boy on the boulder in the middle of the valley, and he called out the girl's name, Xiaodi.

"Brother Lane." Xiao Di turned around, smiled sweetly, and raised the ice blade in his hand.

"Huh." Li En raised his eyebrows, stretched out his right hand, and put his five fingers together, and slashed at each other.

It seems that there is no meaningless action, but a heat wave is born out of thin air, and the center of the heat wave is sharp, like a knife, and its edge is enough to divide gold and stone. What's even more powerful is that whether it is a heat wave or a sharp spirit, it is invisible and shadowless, which makes people unable to grasp and prevent it.

However, this doesn't mean anything in front of the droplet, who has the "Elven Eye". She took two steps back, stood still in lunges, poured qi into her whole body, and exerted force on her shoulders, elbows, and wrists at the same time, slashing out.

The sound of gold and iron resonated with the "bell", and the air was filled with mist, like silk.

"Yes, I didn't take a step back." Rien jumped off the boulder and touched the droplet's hair.

"Hehe, Brother Lien's 'Flame Knife' is also faster." Xiao Di let go of his hand, and the ice blade in his hand turned into a little white light, dissipating into the air.

"It's a credit to the droplets, and thanks to your eyes, I was able to perfect this trick."

The person who guards the ice elf of Yumir is waiting for is Xiao Di, and the inexplicable aura in Xiao Di's eyes refers to the elf. According to the legend handed down from the ancient times, it is called "The Eye of the Elves", and you can really see the elves and recognize the elves.

Those who are approved by the elves are called elven envoys, and Drip Horse Klein is the ice elven envoys. For the first time, her elven power was manifested, turning into the ice and snow sword in her hand.

Seeing Namo's beautiful pure white, Li En named it "Sleeve White Snow", and persuaded Xiao Di to recite the sentence of liberation when he drew his knife.

Since Xiao Di unconsciously manifested the Tai Dao, it proves that she is very suitable for this kind of weapon. Li En was no longer entangled, and immediately taught her the eight-leaf introductory knife technique. (After getting the Ao Chuan, I also have the qualification to act as a master.) ）

There are people outside the world, there are heavens outside the sky, Li En's own qualifications are demonic enough, but compared with Xiaodi's talent, he is really nothing. To be precise, the physical talent is almost the same, but with those elven eyes, it's different.

Can you imagine? Just do any action three times, and Xiao Di will be able to see all the tricks in it.

In other words, as long as the move is demonstrated three times in front of her, there is no need to teach it again, and she can compare it herself, all that matters is whether she is proficient or not.

In the past, because the eyes were too taxing on the body, she couldn't use them often, but after getting the approval of the elves, the side effects would become lighter and lighter, and when she could use the power of the elves freely, the side effects would disappear completely.

With the insight of the little elven eye, Lane succeeded in granting his wish - to emit an invisible sword aura - the Flame Knife with his bare hands. It had to do with the recovery of his improved body - he was finally able to use some of his internal energy.

As for the power, everyone has seen it, and it is similar to Xiaodi, who has only been practicing knives for more than two months, with all his strength. But being able to cash the old man's stunt is enough for him to be excited for a while.

Lai can imagine what it will be like when Droplet grows up to his age. (That's right, the person who is beloved by the will of the world, that is, the author, is not Lane, but Xiaodi.) ）

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Theo's private studio was once again occupied by the Magpie's Nest, and the occupant, needless to say, was Lane, and this time the price was paid for the custom-made Mixue curtains. (In fact, it is commissioned to tailors and painters to do it, and there is no official authorization for piracy.) ）

The various guiding components were arranged on the workbench in different categories, and Riene's fingers moved quickly between them, and in a short time a guiding plate took shape in his hand.

Next to the workbench, there are five palm-sized square boxes, which are made of the same material as the shell of the tactical guide and refined by metal frosting process. The front of the lid is spray-painted with an airbrush, with delicate and pitiful aristocratic girls, lovely girls with short honey-colored hair, and noble princesses with purple hair and purple eyes.

After repeated deduction and countless exercises, he skillfully assembled six guide plates, put them and EP filler into the corresponding shell, and the technical crystallization that took half a year was finally completed.

The structure of the power guide assembled by Li En himself is not complicated, and if it is simply done by a formal technician, it can be completed in three days at most. The problem is that at its core, it must be made of the hardest ore on the continent, Semrian stone, which there is no process for processing at this stage.

Selestie's advice to Rien is the dumbest water grinder, using the time to polish bit by bit. After nearly half a year, he finally split a piece of Semuria stone wafer of the right size into seven pieces the size of a fingernail, the largest one was about the size of a thumbnail, and the remaining five were the size of a small fingernail.

The core was completed, and the assembly work was much easier, and he finally completed this set of works before the Chinese New Year.

"That's it!" He closed the lid of the last metal box and let out a long sigh, unaware that his clothes were soaked with sweat.

"Well done." Serestie's praise came at the right time.

"Thanks to you." Lane is telling the truth. The design and technical guidance of the guide were all handled by Selesty alone, and only the final work was carried out by Lien.

"I'm glad I could help you." The inability of a top-notch technician to produce a work is the greatest sorrow for Selestie. To see her own design completed in Lien's hands, her joy is far greater than Lien's.

"I'm glad to have your help." Li En, who was in a good mood, dragged an ancient sentence.

"Let's test it out." Serenity urged.

“OK。” Rien picked up the last finished piece, the guide with his portrait on it, and pressed one of the buttons.

After the noise of "Zila~", the prompt sound of "Didi" =

The Rainbow Theatre's practice room is spacious and bright, with a special plastic floor to ensure friction and maximum protection for the dancers' hands and feet.

Illya, dressed in a tight-fitting practice suit, is here instructing Lixia in the same outfit.

The Oriental girl with a huge inheritance, whether it is martial arts or dance, has a solid foundation, and her training is far more worry-free than that of ordinary newcomers.

Lixia first lay flat, didn't see her elbows forced, just buttocks on the ground, bent her calves, her upper body was too high, and her towering breasts did not become slightly restricted because of such a tense posture, but became more and more towering.

"Goo~" Illya swallowed her saliva and muttered to herself, "Ah, sure enough, I still want to rub it, I shouldn't have promised that dead boy if I knew it." ”

Lixia didn't know that Elija was trying to get into Fifi in front of her, and she was single-mindedly completing every move.

I saw her supporting the ground with one hand, her lower body moving into the air purely by the strength of her waist and abdomen, her legs straight apart, at one hundred and eighty degrees - a handstand.

"No, I can't help it." Eliya's arms trembled, her fingers stretched, and she made dragon claws and hands. The star master version of Wei Xiaobao's magic skills, Illya will also, and it is stronger than the original!

At this time, a single syllable minor key suddenly sounded in the practice room.

“？？？”