As he spoke, my grandfather took out a light one-handed straight-edged sword from the space ring. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Ice Blue Orange took it, and with a heavy hand, the sword was drawn and unsheathed, and the cold watery blade illuminated her face, which was a mesmerizing pure color. Under the blowing of the wind, the thin and sharp blade of the sword sliced through the air, making a thin sound of breaking the wind, as if whispering softly.

"Are you interested in practicing swordsmanship?" Grandpa looked at the ice green orange with a look of surprise.

"Of course I do." Bing Qingcheng said in a deep voice that was afraid of destroying the sound of cutting the wind, "I've been waiting for a day, and it's great that my grandfather is willing to teach me swordsmanship." As she spoke, the mirror-like body of the sword reflected the scene behind her, and beside the roots of a tree that had burst out on the ground, a budding bud spat out a hint of red.

Over the next few days, Bing Qingcheng listened to Edward lecture on liberal arts in the morning and martial arts in the afternoon.

The first is hand-to-hand physical arts, which are said to be the basis of all individual combat. Physique, speed, strength, agility, skill, insight, judgment. Practicing swordsmanship and fighting spirit is not limited to the use of sword weapons, and the battle of the Magus is not about standing still and using elements to smash each other. This is a killing technique that uses tools to counter the opponent's quality and heart with its own conditions.

However, Bing Qingcheng's favorite thing is firearms, and she is very interested. However, my grandfather said that simply practicing marksmanship will become a shortcoming in other aspects, and it is still a period of average development. He also gave Bing Qingcheng an analogy, assuming that there is a wooden barrel with planks of different lengths, corresponding to physical strength, speed, strength, hearing, reaction countermeasures, and firearms. If only one of the boards is lengthened, then the amount of water in this barrel will depend on the shortcomings.

Bing Qingcheng said that what her grandfather said was what she said, but in fact, she was curious about the principle of gunpowder. If it comes to medium- and long-range countermeasures, she has developed water-elemental bullets, which can replace lead bullets to a certain extent.

According to his grandfather's idea, in the future, after Bing Qingcheng's training level has reached a certain level, he will take Bing Qingcheng to other places for actual combat and survival in the wild.

Bing Qingcheng didn't have any ideas, because she didn't understand what it meant to survive in the wild. It's just the beginning, and she hasn't left the capital of the Haibo Kingdom yet, and her plans to go to other countries seem to be many years away.

I talked a lot to my grandfather in the past few days, and then my grandfather suddenly said that he had something to do. Then the queen was about to give birth, and Bertha's attitude towards her became more and more arrogant day by day, and seemed to affirm her mother, the queen would definitely be able to give birth to a prince and get more favor from the emperor.

This afternoon, Bing Qingcheng carried the sword that her grandfather gave her, and she named her Fengyu, and climbed to the top of the mountain at one time.

Today she was not very happy, because she heard Bertha and the minister's daughter whispering behind her back. Bertha said that the queen had a way, and she would definitely be able to drive Bing Qingcheng out of the palace, and asked the emperor to abolish him, so that she would have no place to live in the future, and the Finance Mansion would not give her an offering.

Bing Qingcheng was not afraid to leave the palace, but she hadn't finished reading the book in the secret room. And she was a little worried, if she really left the palace, probably her grandfather would think it would be very troublesome to take her.

She suddenly remembered that she hadn't asked her grandfather what he was doing, and she usually said where she had gone if something happened. Why is it her grandfather, but she never sees anyone else in the palace?

That flower should be blooming. It was the flower that grew next to the root of the tree that showed a red flower, and Bing Qingcheng came to see it every day, and she judged that it was a large flower that bloomed very slowly, and it did not change at all for several days.

She was afraid that the flower would not develop, but her instinct was that it must look very good when it was in full bloom. Ice Orange climbed to the top of the hill and stopped, and the flower bloomed from the flower bone in full bloom in one day.

The red petals, with a golden vertical pupil in the center and a black pupil, proudly look up at the world above their heads. It is said that when it is in full bloom, it is dug up by the roots, washed with water, dried, and ground into powder, which is the invisible poisonous powder that causes people to die.

Bing Qingcheng had a complicated hesitation in her heart, she didn't look at this beautiful and rare flower much, and immediately turned around, as if something was chasing after her, and ran down the mountain in one breath.

Running all the way to the beach, Bing Qingcheng pulled out the wind and slashed hard at the air. It was her grandfather who asked her to practice swordsmanship, but she used too much force, and her vicious movements quickly became weak.

Ice Orange put away his sword. This is what her grandfather taught her, to always be kind to your weapons, never to throw them on the ground, and not to stick the tip of your sword on the ground in order to be handsome. Take care of them regularly and always keep them sharp.

She lay on the beach and looked at the white seagulls in the sky. They chirp and look laid-back and beautiful, but they are actually desperately fishing, fighting for their own survival.

Ice Blue Orange closed her eyes and wanted to take a nap, but soon she was awakened by the noisy and shrill chirping of the seagulls.

Not far from her head, the seagulls caught a large fish, and several seagulls scrambled with each other to tear the fish apart. Suddenly, a black hawk rushed out of her sight, strangling a white seagull with precision and coldness.

Ice Blue Orange turned over violently, and at that moment, the seagull, which was frightened away by the black eagle, let go of the big fish. The fish fell from the sky and smashed beside the ice blue orange, not yet dead, dying and bouncing on the sand.

A few seagulls swooped down, their sharp claws and beaks tearing the still beating fish to pieces in a few clicks. A delicious fishy smell permeated the tip of the icy orange nose, and raised his head, under the claws of the black eagle, the white seagulls chirped miserably, and pieces of blood-stained feathers drifted down with the wind.

Why do I see such a thing? Bing Qingcheng hesitated, she drew her wind sword and slashed at the seagull that was snatching the fish. The white birds chirped and surrounded her, pecking her with their beaks and claws at her.

The white and soft feathers are scattered, and the water element smoothly gathers in the palm of the hand, compressed into shape. Is it really a stupid bird, and that stupid nature thinks she's better food for Black Hawk? So I didn't know whether I was alive or dead, and with that greedy thought, I thought she was a soft fat fish?

That night, the chef in the palace kitchen spotted Celestia, who was usually strange, cleaning up seagulls. So he cautiously asked, "Princess, what are you doing here?" If I don't have enough for dinner, I'll start preparing it right now. Princess, seagull meat is rough and sour, and it is a difficult food to swallow. ”

"I know." "But I still want to taste it, and I want to know what it tastes like." (To be continued.) )