"Meet the Miss" An old man who was nearly fifty years old and had gray hair walked in, and the decline of his eyesight made him have to squint his eyes to see things, so that the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes lined with the sallow complexion made it more vicissitudes. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Who is this? ......" Nianni stopped playing with Ziyi and Luyin and looked at the stranger in front of her.

"Miss, this is Steward Mo." Ziyi and Lu Yin were juniors, so they gave a light salute to Steward Mo.

"Oh~ Is there something wrong with Grandpa Mo?" Nian Ni has always respected the old man, and if he calls him "Steward Mo", he will feel uncomfortable.

Steward Mo heard the young lady's call to him, and his heart was stunned at first, but he didn't have time to wonder, after all, the things that the master explained were more important.

"Miss, the master ordered you to go to the middle hall to see you."

"Father...... What did my father do with me? Nianni is actually quite afraid of this father, after all, in the past life, the word "father" was too distant and unfamiliar, and she didn't know how to face the existence of such a person as "father".

"Uh...... It seems that a master has come...... What is it called...... Well...... Nan ...... "Steward Mo is getting older, and his memory is getting worse and worse, hey......

"Southern Sword Venerable." Greenery helped to make a statement.

"Yes, yes, Nanpai Sword Venerable, hey, look at my memory...... It's really useless......" Steward Mo lowered his head and exhaled.

Ziyi and Lu Yin both showed comforting smiles, since they entered the Prime Minister's Mansion at the age of seven, Steward Mo is an amiable grandfather in their eyes.

"Southern Sword Venerable? My master?! The first swordsman in Pakistan?! Nian Ni immediately jumped up excitedly, "Okay! I'm going to see my father! With that, he walked quickly to the middle hall without looking back.

Yikes! I forgot, I haven't figured out the Prime Minister's Mansion yet, where is the middle hall......

A pat on the head, then turn back and awkwardly pull away the greenery.

Steward Mo saw the young lady who had just recovered from a serious illness, and looked at the back of the brisk departure, which made people feel very comfortable and ...... This is the state of mind that a girl should have, and she is indescribably relieved, nodding her head and smiling kindly.

"Miss has changed since she woke up, but now Miss, I like it even more!" Zi Yi looked at Nian Ni's back, and breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, "Grandpa Mo, Zi Yi retreated first" and then turned around and walked back to the young lady's room.

Steward Mo answered, then looked at the young lady's blurred back again, and then left.

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Nave.

Strange, how is it empty and empty, father?

"Father! Are you there, Father? Nian Ni was shouting, suddenly, a sword flew from the dark pavilion, swishing past Nian Ni's eyes, if you take another step at that time, it will be death. The flying sword pierced straight into the pillar, and the silver ze of the sword body reflected the sunlight, stabbing people from opening their eyes, just like the bloody gaze of the person holding the sword.

Nian Ni was frightened in place, her heart beating faster, and she felt like it was about to pop out of her throat. It's just a distance of ten centimeters, and if she crosses these ten centimeters, she's going to say goodbye to this world, but it's not worth it to leave like this...

"Hahaha!" The thick and mixed laughter of the years came to his ears, and then from the dark pavilion came a white-haired man in a Taoist robe, who thought it was the Southern Sect Sword Venerable, and then walked out with a smile on his beard It was Xiao Jing.

"The swordsmanship taught by the teacher was returned between the cliffs?!" The Southern Sword Venerable shook his head and walked to the pillar to take down the sword.

"Nianni, don't you hurry up and meet your master." Xiao Jing coughed, waking up the frightened Nianni.

"Oh, the apprentice meets the master......" Nian Ni was still trembling, and saluted to the Southern Sword Venerable.

"Alright, get up." The love disciple lost all his swordsmanship, and the Southern Sword Venerable could only sigh and accept his fate. I thought that the things entrusted by the prime minister had been completed and I could travel around the world, but I didn't expect to receive a letter before the trip - the disciples had lost all their martial arts and wanted to be invited into the house.

"Jianzun, this minister invites you to visit the mansion, what do you want, I think Jianzun already knows in his heart" Xiao Jing waved his hand and ordered someone to bring up the noble gift - a thousand taels of gold, and two altars of drunken spring fragrance for thirty years.

The Southern Sect Sword Venerable glanced at it, and then walked to the edge of the gift.

"Prime Minister, the gold is free, these two altars have been drunk for thirty years...... Are you really willing? "The Southern Sword Zun is a wine taster, and he can be accompanied by no wife and concubine in his life, but he must have good wine by his side.

"Naturally, if Jianzun can let the little girl recover her martial arts, she will be grateful for this."

The Southern Sect Jianzun pondered for a while and said: "Ni'er fell from the cliff, the meridians were broken, and his life was unhindered, but if this martial art wants to be restored to the past, I am afraid there is nothing that can be done." ”

"It's okay if it's not as good as before, in this troubled world, if the little girl has martial arts, it's good to be strong against others."

Nian Niguang watched the two of them talk, and he really didn't know what to say, but this son would be able to see the bronze sword of Pakistan with his own eyes.

"Good! Prime Minister, then I will accept these two jars of aging first. ”

Seeing Xiao Jing nodding, the Southern Sword Zun asked the sword boy to take the two jars of drunken spring incense back to the backyard wing, and explained a few words to the sword boy.

On the other side, Xiao Jing turned to Nian Ni and said, "Ni'er, don't mess around this month, stay at home and learn swordsmanship with your master." ”

One month? Learning swordsmanship for a month? I've never learned! ~~Hey, it's hard for my father to do it anyway......

"Yes, father."

"Ni'er, come to the martial arts training ground with your teacher." The Southern Sword Venerable swung his sword into the sheath, flicked his sleeves in a dashing manner, and turned away.

Along the way, Xiao Nianni didn't speak, but her heart trembled; The Southern Sword Venerable didn't speak, and looked at the scenery of the mansion all the way; Xiao Jing was even more silent, his brows furrowed.

"Master." The sword boy came from the path, presented a sword in both hands, and half-knelt to salute the Southern Sect Sword Venerable.

The Southern Sect Sword Zun took the sword arrogantly and compared it to Nian Ni's eyes.

"Ni'er, this long gong is called Tangxi, which is obtained by the teacher from his trip to Xiping, and I will give it to you today."

Nian Ni took the sword and looked up and down. Tangxi sword, the first of the nine swords, the Spring and Autumn Period belongs to Chu, the Warring States belongs to Han, Tang Yuan and 12 years of sword casting skills lost, to the end of the twentieth century to reappear in the world, now a sight, sure enough, the sword body color is bright, the blade of the sword blade is like mud, the moment of gluttonous bats, showing the connotation of the dragon and phoenix is auspicious.

The ancient sword casting is finely carved, and this weight is there, and it doesn't take long for Nianni's arm to be faintly sore.

"Since all the karma taught is forgotten, then as a teacher, I will tell you about the swordsmanship of the Southern School from the beginning."

Nian Ni sat on the spot with the Southern Sect Sword Venerable, placed the Tangxi Sword, and listened attentively. Xiao Jing left first because there was a discussion in front of the hall.

"The sword, known as the "king of a hundred soldiers", began with the Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor, "the emperor picked the bronze sword of the first mountain, and inscribed it with astronomical ancient characters", so the ancestor of the short soldier is well deserved. The sword has a double-edged edge, the body is straight and the head is pointed, and the sword body contains five parts: front, spine, slave, regias, and wax............"

Jian Zun told Nian Ni about the origin of the sword, and Nian Ni listened very carefully, compared to reading ancient books, the current pure original manual broadcast is more pleasing and satisfying.

"Therefore, although the sword is a life-killing weapon, but the sword soul is sacred or sinful, all by the sword bearer, and my southern sword pavilion, began in the Spring and Autumn Period, the pavilion sect Ling Yuan Hou Xian, for a hundred years has been to help the weak and punish the strong for the purpose, the sword has never been wronged, if it violates this, it will not be in my pavilion." The Southern Sect Sword Venerable stroked his beard and stood up.

Nian Ni was cultivated by this speech to be serious, "Yes, Master, the apprentice will serve the people, help the weak and punish the strong", those serious words just now were like a demon, and after coming back to his senses, he immediately coaxed, "But Master...... In vain...... I really don't remember any bit of effort...... Hey hey ......"

"Smack!" Nanpai Jianzun waved Nianni's head melon with one hand, "Is it an ornament to be a teacher!" ”

"Oh oh, I'm sorry, Master, how dare the apprentice treat Master as an ornament......" and lowered his voice, "But in the museum, Master is really an ornament, hehe......"

"What are you talking about......?" The Southern Sword Venerable glanced at Nian Ni.

"No, no, Master, I'm praising you...... In the ...... praising you, "Nian Ni randomly found a step down, with a pretentious heart.

"Don't talk about anything else, I will be angry when you mention all martial arts, you talk about you, it's good that I was taught by my Southern Sect Sword Zun, and if you say it, it will be abolished, and you won't squeak with your teacher." The Southern Sword Zun is now like an old naughty boy, no, he is a well-known old naughty boy, who in the rivers and lakes does not know the number one character of the Southern School Jianzun, who is a lot older, in addition to tasting wine, he is teasing the younger generations, and he is an old man.

"I want to squeak......" Nian Ni whispered again, in a soft voice that the Southern Sword Venerable could hear.

"Ahem, forget it, from today onwards, let's cultivate from scratch." Jian Zun swooped out a roll of bamboo slips, "The next month's affairs are all here"

Nian Ni opened it, fortunately it was a common seal of all countries that could be understood, "On the first day, Zama Bu, on the second day, hung the iron kettle, on the third day, stood alone, and on the fourth day, he wielded the sword...... Haha, it doesn't look like you're tired, is it, Master? ”

However, the Southern Sect Sword Venerable only laughed heartily three times, and after turning around, he threw down a sentence: "Come here tomorrow and take a step until you come as a teacher." ”