052 Old enemy comes to the door

"Young lady, there is a son surnamed Gao outside, who asks to see him."

On this day, Ran Zhirou was in the courtyard to practice a set of swordsmanship that he had learned recently, this set of swordsmanship has a total of forty-nine styles, and the more you go to the back, the more difficult it is to learn.

Ran Zhirou only practiced the twenty-five styles, and she was already sweating profusely and her heart was exhausted. She really wanted to practice this set of swordsmanship, but she also knew that the most taboo in martial arts training was to be in a hurry, and it was better to follow it step by step.

She has studied this set of swordsmanship carefully, and the moves look soft and weak, but the moves run through, soft on the outside and stronger on the inside. The first move is not caught, and the back move follows closely, like an inexhaustible and endless sea, and the power is not trivial.

The most important thing is that this set of swordsmanship can be said to be the nemesis of Han Song's Cold Dragon Sword, which is endlessly changing, and once she fully masters it, the number one master of the Mighty Yao Dynasty may not be able to pose a threat to her.

This is also the reason why Ran Zhirou chose this set of swordsmanship first among so many swordsmanship.

"This set of swordsmanship dances like catkins flying snow, graceful and beautiful, and the person dancing the sword does not look like he is practicing martial arts, but like he is dancing. Little master, this is the willow catkins swordsmanship that Madame was best at when she was young, right? ”

Ran Zhirou smiled and bowed, as if her mother's posture that made this swordsmanship beautiful when she was young seemed to echo in front of her. How many people have been defeated by the peerless swordsmanship of the first beauty in martial arts, even King An, who thinks about the law every year, let Niangwu show him this set of swordsmanship.

However, when someone else was there, King An would never allow her to show this move, and she was not even allowed to touch the sword, because he was afraid that the person who saw this set of swordsmanship would have a crooked heart for his beautiful wife.

"After practicing this set of swordsmanship, Han Song's high sword spirit and the like can't stand up in front of the little master."

At the mention of these two people, the little smile on Ran Zhirou's face disappeared, and her eyes were terrifyingly calm.

Shao Ai also realized that she had said the wrong thing, and secretly stuck out her tongue, next time in front of the little master, don't mention those two unhappy guys.

However, Cao Cao Cao arrived, and at this time, the girl came to report, and a son surnamed Gao came outside to ask for a meeting.

Surname Gao? Isn't it the High Sword Spirit deity they talked about?

Hum! As soon as he wanted to clean him up, he automatically sent him to the door. The corners of Ran Zhirou's mouth hooked up with a smile that was cold to the extreme, and Shao Ai couldn't help but shudder when she saw it.

"Little master, do you think about it...... kei ...... "Shao Ai made a gesture of wiping her neck, and then she shrunk her head as if she thought of something terrible.

"How is that possible?" Wouldn't it be too cheap to kill him with a sword? In his previous life, he played himself like a fool, and in this life she will also let that person taste the pain of being fooled by the person she trusts the most.

She hates Xia Chaoyang and hates his ruthlessness; She hated Nan Zaichen and Han Song, because their maintenance of Bian Xiaoqian's paranoia made her suffer a lot, and finally died under everyone's happy expectations. But what she hates most is this Nan Zaichen, who thinks of herself as her best friend, not only deceives her, but also covets her grandfather's things.

When she was at her most helpless, he was the only person she could think of. came to ask for help, hoping to get a moment of peace from him, to avoid the pursuit and ridicule of Nan Zaichen and Xia Chaoyang, but he personally sent her into a deeper abyss.

Ran Zhirou will never forget Jì, and in her despair she saw his suddenly discolored face. So cruel, so cold-blooded, the smile on her face made her heart chill, she knew that her last reliance was also gone from her.

Perhaps, from the beginning, everything was not as she imagined. This man has never been sincere for a moment, she has always been just a chess piece in his hands, a fool in his eyes.

What does it taste like to be a chess piece? She would have him kneel in front of her and answer her question.

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