Xie Wei leaned on a mountain magnolia, the tooth-white petals on the tree fell from time to time due to the wind, embellished on her black hair, although black and white but soft.

Not far away, the two were fighting with bronze long swords, the sound of swords was loud, and from time to time a dazzling sunlight was broken, and a few shouts were heard.

One of them is the Eucalyptus, and seeing that he is now flexible and has sharp sword moves, it seems that he has recovered a lot these days.

The sword guard who fought opposite him was also not a weak hand, and he almost beckoned to the vital place, and vowed not to give up without taking his life.

Xie Wu turned his eyes, his eyes swept to another pair of fighting swordsmen in the field, one of them blocked with a long sword, and the other used a short dagger, slashing and stabbing diagonally, and every time he went to the chest, this way of playing was very strange, but Xie Wei felt a little familiar.

The left hand holds his sleeve, and the right hand touches his chest.

This sentence suddenly came to mind from memory, and as the two swordsmen fought more and more dangerously, this sentence became clearer and clearer.

If the swordsman with the sword was wearing a wide-sleeved robe, it should have been easy to take the sleeves of his shirt, in which case, the victory should have been decided a long time ago, but even in a strong suit, one of the long swords in his hand gradually became chaotic, and several times he was almost knocked away by the opponent's dagger.

Jing Xuan stood aside with his hand, and when he saw that the person holding the long sword was retreating step by step, he was overwhelmed, and nodded slowly, "Yes." ”

Hearing this, Barberry stepped forward and waved his sword to the short dagger that had arrived in front of him, and the others also stopped dismantling, holding their swords with both hands, and saluted Jing Xuanyao from afar.

"Luo Jinyi is not shallow." Barberry nodded to the man who was holding the dagger, then turned his head to look at the euonymus, "The doctor is worried." ”

Euonymus half-bowed his head, raised his eyes to look at him, gave a so-so fist salute, collected his blade, and walked to the side under the shade of the mountain magnolia.

"I haven't seen the righteous for a long time, don't come unharmed?" Xie Youyou raised her eyes leisurely, reached out to brush the petals in her hair, held them in her palm and sniffed lightly, the tooth-white petals were bigger than one of her hands, and there were a few threads of stamens clustered near the center of the flower, the fragrance was light and pleasant.

"Thank you." Euonymus replied in a muffled voice, his eyes drifting from time to time, and he glanced vigilantly at Jing Xuan, who was standing aside.

A sneer appeared on Jing Xuan's face, he untied the sword at his waist, took off his cumbersome wide-sleeved Chu clothes, and went to break up with the swordsman named Luo.

Xie Anxiety flashed his eyes, and the corners of his lips pursed an unpredictable smile, "The spear is panicked, and there is sadness in your heart?" ”

Wei Mao saw that Jing Xuan was far away, and there was no one nearby, so he said in a deep voice: "The beggar doctor tells the son where his heart goes." ”

"I don't know." Xie Wei shook his head, Jing Xuan said that he sent Xiong Xin to the people to hide, but did not tell her the location, and she had never read in the history books where Xiong Xin was hidden in the people before he became the righteous emperor.

"Doctor......" Euonymus stopped talking, he was extremely vigilant here, only to relieve his worries made him feel that he could believe, if even she was unwilling to pity him, unwilling to help him, who else could he beg?

Xie raised his eyes and looked at his face with urgency helplessly, "I don't know if I'm worried." ”

Turning his head to look at the sword shadow in the distance, he persuaded in a low voice, "The spear is also for the Chu people, and now Jingxuan wants to revenge the country, return to Yingdu, and establish the heart of the prince as the king, and the spear is not supported?" I am worried that this is like walking on the same road, walking in the same boat, and it is not too late to turn against the other way. The Art of War: 'The Fu Wu people and the Yue people are also evil, when they are in the same boat, when they encounter the wind, their rescue is also like the left and right hands', that is, this reason. ”

When the purpose is the same, why not be false and wrongful when you are temporarily on the same road? When each other's goals are diverged, it is too late to repay the favor and revenge to the revenge.

It may sound a bit unforgiving, but many times, it is true.

Euonymus twisted two thick eyebrows, and chewed on the words to relieve worries.

"Walking on the same road, helping each other in the same boat, and reaching the different paths, it is not too late to turn around."

It is not unreasonable to say that he is disdainful of Jing Xuan, and he is not convinced, but he is not too sooner or later, but he is now alone here, with his own strength, he is just a moth to a fire, it is better to show goodwill, keep this body for the time being, and maybe there is a time to see the bear's heart again.

But he hesitated, acting in such a dirty way, which really defiled his chivalrous spirit, and when he thought about it, he was embarrassed.

"That's all the worries, the son is good at doing it himself." Xie Wei smiled, rolled up his sleeves, brushed off the petals in his hand, let it fall into the grass, and walked towards the drill venue.

Seeing her approaching, the sword guards in the field stopped talking, and after a while, they whispered more intensely, they hadn't forgotten that this doctor was very happy in their own tomb, and they had been in the sloping hall half a month ago......

Xie Wei twisted his brows slightly, tried not to care about those, and walked straight to Jing Xuan and Luo, "Tsukasa Shengye?" ”

"No." Jing Xuan said lightly.

In recent years, he has taken martial arts practice to heart, although he can kill a few people, but against a specially trained swordsman like Shangluo, he naturally has no chance of winning.

"I'm going to give it a try." Xie Wu raised his hand and pulled out the sword at Jing Xuan's waist, raised it tremblingly, the tip of the sword kept shaking, but the smile on his face was light and light.

Luo was shocked, he heard that the doctor was sick a few days ago, and today it seems that the young man in front of him is too weak to be clothed, and he is afraid that the mountain wind will blow him down, so he is so ashamed to compete with himself with the sword, could it be that he deliberately humiliates him?

"Shi Bai ......?" The worries were still laughing, and Jing Xuan looked at the worries with interest, and Luo had to turn his eyes to Barberry for help.

"Let's try." Barberry nodded, although he didn't know what the idea of solving the worry was, but he was close to him and wouldn't teach her to have a trace of damage.

Luo took a deep breath, lightened the force in his hand, and slowed down his body to approach her, he would rather be blamed by Jing Xuan for not trying his best, after all, if he lent him ten more guts, he would not dare to hurt this healer.

Xie Wei smiled, didn't care about the short dagger in front of her, flipped her wrist slightly, pulled a plausible sword flower, and secretly sighed that the sword cast in bronze was very stupid, and it was not as agile as the light sword she used when she learned the sword in her previous life.

Luo ignored her fancy sword moves, and found a vacant place to attack, but he threw the sword directly and turned around to hide behind Jing Xuan.

Not only Luo was stunned, but the crowd watching the excitement next to him was also stunned.

"Spear, hit its dagger!"

Xie Wei suddenly spoke, and the euonymous spear immediately crossed the scabbard, and the short dagger in Luo's hand fell in response.

The sword guards who were still laughing were silent, and dozens of eyes stared at the dagger on the ground trembling slightly, only to feel as if there was a mountain breeze blowing in their hearts, faintly chilling, this method of healing worries seemed to be interlocking, thinking about it, it was really terrifying.

"The Art of War's "Beginning of the Plan" cloud, 'soldiers, treacherous ways', those who want to assassinate the Qin Emperor are not strong enough to deserve it, and they should do treacherous ways." Xie Yu paused, in fact, the trick is not very useful, after all, Ying Zheng's life was improperly killed by assassination.