A sword score repeatedly demonstrated by a little man in a soap coat.

Hey, how can it feel so weird?

Sure enough, was it because I was dazzled?

Xiao Yu couldn't help but be secretly stunned again, raised his hand and rubbed his extremely sleepy eyes, raised the notebook in his hand, and continued to take a closer look.

The painting in his hand is still a perfect calligraphy that he can't understand, and there is nothing unusual.

After looking at it again and again, I didn't find any images of the sword spectrum.

Could it be that what I just saw was just an illusion?!

Xiao Yu turned his head and glanced at Nangong Ping, who was intently annotating the official document, and wanted to ask a few words, but when the words came to his mouth, he still swallowed them raw.

Forget it.

I don't want to disturb others with such a selfish voice because of my own momentary doubts.

What's more, I don't want people to misunderstand, I am such a person who can't control my emotions, and I have to be like this, and I want to offer my own fragrant kiss.

Uh-huh, if it's really as casual as he said, how different is it from those dusty women in the market?! Didn't he let him look down on himself for nothing?

After thinking about it, Xiao Yu still stubbornly hunched his back, only staring at the notebook with his eyes, and continued to meditate hard.

Unconsciously, perhaps because he had hung his head for too long, Xiao Yu began to feel sleepy again.

In the haze, that picture began to vividly come alive in Xiao Yu's eyes again.

With the little lucid consciousness that remained, Xiao Yu hurriedly took a closer look at the sword style.

That set of sword style, like a dragon, like a shock, after a beautiful form, there is a hearty uniqueness and wonderful.

Seeing the hearty place, Xiao Yu couldn't help but follow the sword style he saw, and his fingers traced the sword one by one, so that he sat there alone, dancing alone.

Nangong Ping, who was sitting opposite, saw that she was crazy so far, quietly raised his head, watched silently for a long time, and did not say anything to disturb her.

only sighed in my heart:

This set of sword art calligraphy posts, before, I don't know how many people I have shown it, how many people in the house have carefully studied, except for a few very common ancient poems handed to him, so many people have never made any gains.

Today, it's just a whim, deliberately given to her who is out of luck, thinking about asking her to suffer a little bit of loss, thinking about teasing her.

Unexpectedly, it didn't take much time for this book to reach the hands of Xiao Yu, who had always seemed to be stupid, and she was able to discover the mystery in it.

It looks like this, a drink and a peck, it is not predetermined.

This sentence is indeed true.

This Xiao Yu, at first glance, is a little naïve. However, in her place, it seems, she has never let herself down.

It seems that he really didn't see the wrong person that day.

Nangong Ping, who was proud, sat there with his eyes down, smiling silently and proudly.

It's just that Xiao Yu, who was sitting there, didn't know at all.

It's just that I'm still sitting there and continuing to study.

After understanding the swordsmanship path of a book, Xiao Yu picked up the second book with great satisfaction.

This time, Xiao Yu finally had a new understanding of reading this bookpost.

It turns out that if you want to see the mystery of the sword art in this book, you must be able to see it when you are half-awake