Soon Qingwen had already entered the state, and Baoyu never found the feeling. Geng Ding Dan saw these two babies, one was as steady as a bell, and the other was as chaotic as an ant on a hot pot.

Geng Ding thought that Baoyu, who had always been willful and a little "domineering", would ask why, but after waiting for a long time, he found that Baoyu was unusual, very calm, and he didn't ask the root as usual.

Instead, he is always competing with himself, applying his own comprehension and practicing with practical actions.

Baoyu didn't let Geng Ding worry too much, you must know that Baoyu is different from the little scholar, he has a solid foundation, unlike Qingwen Xiaohe, who shows sharp corners.

He is also more focused, unlike Qingwen, who is empathetic, sad through the rain, and sees the sunshine, Baoyu is really pragmatic. In Geng Ding's view, all Baoyu needs is time to sharpen.

As for Qingwen, this child's whole person has changed a lot since he got the silver fir wood, although his temperament doesn't seem to have changed much, he still shows clues in his handling of things. Qingwen has become less talkative, easy to be in a daze, and has invested more energy and emotion into the things around her than in the past.

If it goes on like this, Qingwen has not yet succeeded, and it is estimated that she has already been dragged by the bullish matter, Geng Ding thought of this and shook his head.

Unless, unless Qingwen can extract the essence from the rough and do subtraction everywhere, otherwise, the future will inevitably be the way of the sword.

Geng Ding could see that Qingwen had already begun to ponder the situation of the integration of hands, "swords" and hearts. That's good, Geng Ding knows that in the face of pressure, Qingwen is very good at using her brains to solve problems.

"Let's rest!" the old man looked at the two babies in the yard who were getting better, and couldn't help but say distressedly.

No one paid any attention to him. The two of them are more energetic, to see who is tired and paralyzed first, who is the most glorious.

......

Tonight, Geng Ding originally planned to temper Qingwen and let her continue to practice the extremely boring "Tifir Wood Sword in Hand", wanting to boil her mind. On the one hand, I want her to know that this practice is not easy, and on the other hand, I want to really point out to her, according to the current foundation, Qingwen can only be disarmed by Baoyu even if she is a sword.

The eve of the cold dew was an excellent time to practice swords, and Geng Ding didn't want to let go of such an opportunity.

"Don't be in a daze, give the garlic hammer to Baoyu. With that, Geng Ding threw the silver fir tree to Qingwen.

After a few days of hard training, coupled with the studious spirit of love and pondering, sure enough, the effort was not in vain, and Qingwen really caught the flying silver fir steadily.

After Geng Ding's order, Qingwen really made a lot of progress, he raised the sword in his hand, luck came out, and the human sword was one. The whole weight is like a flying carpet in the air, not going, not coming.

After nightfall, the humidity continued to increase, and soon, a thin layer of water cream formed on Qingwen's long eyelashes. And the heat was emanating from between Qingwen's collars, and the water cream on her eyelashes sprayed through the heat, and once again condensed into water droplets, dripping down.

Qingwen was independent in the moonlight, practicing kung fu, Baoyu was using gauze to filter out the fine hawthorn mud, Geng Ding heard the lazy donkey's grinding hammer was rhythmically beating the hawthorn pulp, making a sound of "Bangbang-", he said to himself leisurely: "Open the altar after February, and make wine." ”

Just as Geng Ding was expecting to taste the new hawthorn wine before and after the heavy snowfall, he suddenly noticed something strange around him.

Since a black wind hit behind Geng Ding, Geng Ding could see at a glance that this black wind was exactly the same as the "big black" he encountered in the thunder pass many years ago.

Just as Geng Ding got up, the big black approached Qingwen at a very fast speed, and when Geng Ding saw this, he shouted at Qingwen: "Get out of the way!"

When Qingwen heard this, she also saw the shadow of the black wind on the ground, and her intuition told him: This is the same thing as the "big black" she met in the forest, Qingwen immediately clenched the silver fir in her hand, and stabbed at the black wind, her arm was too short, and when she struggled to send it out, the silver fir was caught by Geng Ding halfway, and continued to exert another force on it, straight to the "big black".

The black wind meets the silver fir wood, and it dissipates as if the imp saw the king of Hades.

Everything returns to the silence under the moon......

Geng Ding touched Qingwen's little head, looked at her eyes that were not panicked, and made sure that Qingwen was okay, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Baoyu, who rushed to hear the sound, saw Geng Ding standing beside Qingwen, and asked eagerly: "What happened just now?" ”

Qingwen and Geng Ding tacitly said in unison: "It's okay, it's a vole." ”

"Where are the voles coming from this season? I can't lie, I'll be honest. Baoyu asked with a pout.

Before Geng Ding could speak, Qingwen had already fainted to the ground with the sound of the silver fir falling to the ground.

In just a few moments, Qingwen's heartbeat and pulse had dropped to a minimum.

In front of the bed, Geng Ding put Qingwen's hand back on the quilt and said to Baoyu, who was frowning: "Although the pulse is very weak, it is not a big problem, it is just a little cold." Of course, if it weren't for the silver fir wood to block the attack, the consequences would be unimaginable!"

"What happened, what just happened?"

"It's a cloud of black smoke. Geng Ding's face became extremely solemn, and he looked at Qingwen, who was breathing weakly, and said:

"Baoyu, you don't have to worry so much, judging from the pulse, Qingwen is just a little cold. There is a silver fir wood, and the black smoke can't hit Qingwen hard. ”

"Are you sure we don't have to do anything?"

Faced with Baoyu's unease, Geng Ding nodded.

......

Inside, the moonlight cast into the afterglow, and Baoyu reached out to cover Qingwen with a quilt. The tip of the little finger touched Qingwen's shoulder, and in an instant, Baoyu's hand was forced back by a cold air. His eyes widened, thinking it was an illusion, and he touched Qingwen's forehead again with the back of his hand.

"Oh my God!"

Baoyu shouted that he would come out.

He suppressed his nervousness strongly, held his breath, and stretched out the middle finger of his right hand to Qingwen's nostrils, a faint air flow was still flowing......

He grabbed the middle finger of Qingwen's left hand again, and it was as cold as a deep summer well. Baoyu hurriedly said, "Oops, Qingwen has been frozen." ”

Geng Ding was able to stabilize his mind and asked calmly: "What, little scholar, what's wrong with the little scholar?"

"Old Dingtou, are you alright? Things don't seem quite right, do we have to do something about it. "Baoyu has always been a style of calming things and saying one.

At this time, from Baoyu's tone, although he could not read his anxious emotions, Geng Ding clearly realized that he was not more surprised than usual at this time, but the more nervous he became, the more expressionless he became, his tone was pale, and his voice was trembling.

Geng Ding's right index finger and middle finger pressed Qingwen's pulse, and the other hand slowly stroked his beard, his eyes seemed to be closed and his brows were tense and loose......

Baoyu was accustomed to Geng Ding's local "master style" who liked to put flowers on weekdays, and thought that this time he was playing tricks again, but he didn't pay attention to the changes in his facial expression. At this time, Qingwen's pulse made Geng Ding uncertain, and he couldn't make a conclusion.