Knowing where this place was, Rong Ning didn't know if it was an illusion or if he really felt that the temperature in this place was a little lower than that of Pingjiang City or Yunyang Metropolis.

There is a study next to Rong Ning's house, in addition to the lack of useful information, there are some miscellaneous books in it, and it is okay to pass the time when you have nothing to do.

The man still maintains the habit of getting up early in the morning to practice swords, and most of the time on weekdays, he is almost in this small courtyard, and when Rong Ning returns to the house at night, he will go out of the courtyard.

It wasn't until Rong Ning got up early once and found that he was carrying some vegetables and meat in his hands, that he believed that all the breakfast she had used for so many days had been cooked by him.

Although he never saw the third person in this courtyard, Rong Ning always felt faintly in his heart that he had actually hired a cook to cook it silently behind his back.

And except for the first night, Rong Ning also touched the courtyard gate a few times, all of which were secretly pushed a few times when the man was away, but none of them were opened, and every time the man went out, he would lock the courtyard door.

And these days, there are very few conversations between them, although they exist.

Rong Ning mostly went into the study, at first thinking about whether he could find some useful information, and then it was purely to pass the time.

Finally, one day, she couldn't help but ask, "What's your name?" ”

Leaning on the door of the kitchen, I saw the busy figure inside, he was frying two dishes at the same time, his movements were unhurried, he was at ease, and it seemed that he had operated thousands of times.

Rong Ning suddenly felt that such a man might not have a bad heart.

But why is he holding her?

Thinking that in the past few days, she had no news from the outside world, and she didn't know if Xiao Huaijin had inquired about her traces, her soft-heartedness towards the man immediately disappeared.

Without hearing his answer, Rong Ning said again: "I can't always call you 'mask' and 'mask', right?" ”

As the last dish came out of the pot, the man raised his eyebrows and said, "So you keep calling me a mask?" ”

Rong Ning has three black lines in front of his forehead, "You haven't told me your name, and you've been wearing a mask all day long, I haven't seen you take it off, if you don't call you a mask, what can I call you?" ”

"That's what I ......" the man paused and said, "Moyun." ”

She once praised his hair like three thousand black strands dyed with ink, and like clouds drifting by, this name is just right.

Mo Yun brought the dishes on the stove to the next room one by one, and saw that Rong Ning was still dumbfounded at the door, looking idle, he turned his head and said to her, "Come and help her." ”

Rong Ning seemed to come back to his senses: "Oh. ”

She absentmindedly picked up a bowl, but it was so hot that she stamped her feet and pinched her hands on her earlobes.

"What's wrong, why are you so careless?" Mo Yun hurriedly walked over, grabbed her two hands and soaked them in the sink, "Are you burned?" I'll go get you some medicine. ”

Rong Ning saw that the concern on his face didn't seem to be fake, so he hurriedly grabbed his sleeve and smiled palely: "I'm really fine, you don't have to help me get it, it will be fine in a while, I'm not so weak." ”

Although she had a smile on her face, the panic in her heart grew bigger and bigger.

Rong Ning looked at Mo Yun, and gently blew on the side of his red fingers, and suddenly felt that he was a little familiar, but he couldn't think of where this familiarity came from.

Then, there was a softness on his fingers, Rong Ning was stunned, and he was busy trying to withdraw his hand, but he was grabbed by Mo Yun.

"Wait a minute, it's better to get burned."

Rong Ning's face turned red, and for a moment, he only felt that his body senses had lost their effect, and he felt in a trance that he couldn't hear anything, couldn't see anything.

When his soft tongue and warm mouth were withdrawn from the tips of his fingers, Rong Ning suddenly withdrew his hand and hid it behind his head.

There seemed to be still residual warmth in his mouth, crispy and numb, which almost touched Rong Ning's heart.

"I'm going to eat first." Almost fleeing in the wilderness, Rong Ning entered the house with messy steps.

Mo Yun was left alone in the kitchen, looking at the back of the hastily fleeing, his eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

In the next few days, the two of them tacitly did not mention this matter, although Rong Ning's earlobes were a little hot every time he saw Mo Yun, but after a long time, it was not like the first few days, when they met, they drooped their heads.

Gradually, Rong Ning found that she couldn't seem to escape, and in order to record the time, she found a stone, and there were already two "positive" characters carved on the wall.

That is to say, ten days have passed like this.

Putting aside the embarrassment when they met, Rong Ning really felt that Mo Yun was an extremely conversational man. If she hadn't met at this time, she would have really become a pair of best friends with him.

"Ning Ning, this is for you, you may need it." Mo Yun said.

He had just come back from outside, and Rong Ning looked at it and saw that it was actually a sword.

"For me?" Rong Ning was pleasantly surprised, and looked at a much smaller sword in front of him with golden eyes.

The scabbard is an ordinary scabbard, but the light reflected from the sword body is dazzling, Rong Ning excitedly held the scabbard with one hand, grabbed the hilt with the other, straightened his arm and pulled the sword out.

After coming to the Daliang Dynasty, she has always adhered to the principle that the sword has no eyes, and has always been far away from dangerous things such as swords, except for life and death, this is the first time she has observed the specific structure of the sword in such detail.

The tip of the sword is extremely sharp at first glance, and if you touch your finger lightly, it will bleed.

She carefully drew her sword and made a few random gestures towards the sky, but was stopped by Mo Yun, "You are not very familiar with swords now, be careful not to hurt yourself, if you want, you can get up early in the morning and practice swords with me." ”

"I can also learn sword training with you?" Leaving the rest of the chores behind, Rong Ning is now full of martial arts dreams from childhood to adulthood.

However, the plan couldn't catch up with the change, saying that he had to get up early, and Rong Ning had to knock on the door three or four times a day outside before he stayed in bed for a while, and then went out.

After persisting for a few days and rubbing her sore waist, she clearly realized how difficult it was to practice martial arts.

"No, I can't stand it anymore, I'm quitting!"

Rong Ning sat on the ground, drooping his head, and was always depressed.

Mo Yun walked up to her with a sword and crouched down, "It's only been a few days, what about your original determination?" is still such a character, giving up halfway is really a stinky problem that can't be changed in a lifetime. ”

Rong Ning squeezed his face and replied: "It is said that he taught me to practice swords, but in the past few days, he has either squatted or stood, and he has not even touched the scabbard, it is too bitter, I don't read this sword anymore." ”

Mo Yun said seriously: "You begged me before and asked me to teach you. ”

Rong Ning stood up, scratched his face, and smiled embarrassedly: "So can't I invite myself to leave the hall now?" ”

She didn't find anything strange about the idiom "please go to court." (To be continued.) )