If he didn't look closely, he couldn't even tell that this was the swordsmanship he had taught. Ya__文>>8 _ -'=.· ｙ-ａ`-ｅ`ｎ`８-．· ｃｏｍ

He bowed slightly, and after the sword dance was finished, he was afraid that Chu Ting would tell her what was going on.

For onlookers, this is a double sword dance, the female is light and elegant, the male is beautiful, such as the wings of the Roc for a while, and the cherry blossoms of the snow dance for a while, chic and romantic, like a dream.

But for the parties involved, this is a competition, a serious trick.

Shen Mingzhu didn't have any affection, and Chu Ting didn't dare to be careless.

He still clearly remembered that Shen Mingzhu didn't know kung fu at all, or Xiao Xian played a little trick and tricked him and Wan Qinghou to teach her. >> Yawen Bar_ _ ·''.-y-a-·e·n=8=.=c=o=m

Wan Qinghou was honest and taught her, but now it seems that it was actually premeditated.

But he didn't, in addition, Xiao Wen also gave her two books, and Ling Xuzi's bull's nose, and he didn't teach her.

Looking at it today, her kung fu is already on par with herself.

To say that Shen Mingzhu is better than him, he doesn't want to admit it at all, at most, it's half a catty.

It's just that Shen Mingzhu's set of swordsmanship is played, both of them are on the end of the flower, no one has stepped on the solid place, and they may fall down at any time, and the test is light skill, internal strength, endurance and mentality. > Yawen Bar>_ __ --=.-y'a--e·n·8·.· ｃ-ｏｍ

Chu Ting himself has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he knows a few catties and taels by himself, and then uses himself to measure Shen Mingzhu, so he knows something about her.

He originally wanted to take advantage of the strength of the wine to go crazy, but he didn't expect Shen Mingzhu to not give him a chance.

He gradually recognized the truth, cheered up and dealt with the move carefully, if he lost, it would be a shame to be thrown to his grandmother's house.

He never had the face to come into this world again.

Shen Mingzhu smiled at the corner of her lips, she had long since lost the seriousness and a little contempt she had for Chu Ting in the past.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of moves have passed, but the two have no intention of stopping.

Wan Qinghou said with a smile: "Since the two of you are so Yaxing, then let me play a song, and when the song is over, the two of you will stop." ”

He had already ordered someone to fetch the piano, and he didn't need to tune it, and when his fingers ran over the strings, he played except for a string of smooth notes.

The sound of killing poured out without any brewing, adding momentum to this sword dance.

Suddenly, the piano was like the wind, the sword was like a rainbow, and the sword dancer was like a cloud in the sky, fluctuating and full of momentum.

Soon there was only the sound of the piano and the shadow of the sword, not even the human figure, and the flower garden was like a storm passing through, and the branches trembled, but not a single flower or leaf was brought down by manpower.

This is the real master, lifting weights lightly, controlling his sword moves with ease also affects the offensive of others, everything is under control.

At the end of the song, the aftermath lingered, and the two people on the flower garden had already collected their own recruits.

Shen Mingzhu's long skirt fluttered, standing on an autumn hibiscus plant, while Chu Ting was like a black falcon, with his right foot tiptoe on a blooming lion-headed chrysanthemum.

They are like a combination of people and flowers, their bodies will gently shake with the rhythm of the flower branch dance, but the quieter the movement, the more their abyss and mountains are bearing, moving with the wind, but with the flowers.

After a moment, Wan Qinghou sighed: "It's okay." ”

He swept out a wind that shook the flower garden as if it had been subjected to a violent storm.

Shen Mingzhu said with a smile: "Why is Master Hou so spicy to destroy flowers. ”