Torr! Tototo! Toto!!

The two wooden swords waved and struck, and the sound of the wooden swords striking each other sounded in the foggy air of the early morning, sometimes like a deep valley and a deep stream with a slight tinkling, and sometimes like a strong wind and rain.

Under the old locust tree, a woman with a sense of ancient style and a white veil on her face, holding a jade flute in her hand and blowing gently, the sound of the flute is like resentment and admiration, in this verdant world, the sound is melodious.

The woman looked at the men and women dancing the sword, her eyes showed a clear light, even if she couldn't understand a move, but when the two danced the sword, the posture was smart, flowing water, and it was pleasing to the eye.

This woman is Qingzhu, her hysteria in accordance with the doctor's instructions, after more than half a month, finally cured, after turning back to a normal person, she picked up the jade flute that had not been blown for a long time again, when she saw Song Ting and the sword practice sword, the excitement came, and she blew on a paragraph.

At this time, Song Ting's face was sweating like rain, staring intently at the sword moves of Youjian, holding the wooden sword, the palms of his hands were completely sweaty, and letting a top master like Youjian teach him martial arts was also a decision he secretly made in his heart on the day Yang Xiong, Yan Qing and others hijacked the prisoner car.

He originally thought that a cold master like Youjian would definitely not easily teach him martial arts, but when he said this, Youjian sneered and patted him on the shoulder: "You should have come to beg me a long time ago." As if he had asked her, she was pleased.

In the next few days, every morning, Song Ting gave up running, doing push-ups, and tai chi, and chose to learn the basic skills from Youjian. The so-called basic skills are zama step, boxing, and fencing.

Youjian said that he had no talent in martial arts at all, and he had missed the best period of exercising his roots, so it was impossible to learn any top-notch martial arts, but he practiced the basic skills diligently every day, and over time, it was no problem to learn a few sets of superficial kung fu.

Song Ting was not surprised by this, after all, martial arts attaches great importance to roots and talents, which can be seen from those martial arts TV series, and many sects began to train their disciples when they were in their teens.

He remembered that Qiu Chuji once said when Guo Jing and Yang Kang were not yet born, "After ten years, teach children a few hands of kung fu", which means that the best time for a person to learn martial arts should be around the age of ten.

This is because a teenager has soft bones, strong body plasticity, changes in martial arts, pays attention to the cooperation of various parts of the body, and if the root bones are soft, the movements are easy to learn, and when they are over sixteen or seventeen, the body bones have been formed, the body is stiff, the flexibility is not enough, and it is difficult to learn if they can't master the moves; Second, children around the age of ten have begun to understand some basic skills and can understand some basic skills.

However, when it comes to martial arts, talent is extremely important. Most people, at the age of ten or so, can tell whether he has martial arts talent, and even can see what realm he can achieve in this life with his talent. Some children from poor families have the talent of martial arts, but they can't meet Bole, and it is impossible to spend money to learn martial arts.

Talent and the guidance of famous teachers are the two basic conditions for every master to become a master, and both are indispensable. If you don't have talent, then the possibility of becoming a master in this life is extremely slim; If you are talented, but you don't have the guidance of a famous teacher, it is easy to be obsessed with everyone, or practice the fork in the road and go crazy, resulting in not living long.

Youjian is a famous teacher, but Song Ting also knows that he has no talent, not to mention, through the explanation of Youjian, he also knows that he has passed the best period of martial arts, and only now that he has come to learn martial arts, it is tantamount to making up for the loss.

Song Ting also asked her, if she practiced hard, would it be possible for her to become a second-rate master in the future?

Youjian sneered at him, saying that she was just a second-rate master herself.

This made him speechless, if the Ghost Sword was only a second-rate master, then a first-class master...... How scary is it?

However, Youjian also told him that although he could not become a first-rate or second-rate master in his life, there was still some hope for him to become a third-rate and fourth-rate master.

He hurriedly asked how the third-rate and fourth-rate masters were, and Youjian told him that the third-rate and fourth-rate masters were much stronger than those in Liangshan, Lin Chong, Lu Junyi and others could be regarded as fifth-rate and sixth-rate masters at most, and as for Yan Qing and Li Kui, they could barely be called seventh-rate and eighth-rate masters.

Hearing this, Song Ting couldn't help but rub his hands, thinking that seventh- and eighth-rate masters like Yan Qing and Li Kui could come and go freely among the officers and soldiers, wouldn't it be even more awesome to become a third- or fourth-rate master who was even more powerful than them?

……

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile, and when he was distracted, the wooden sword in his hand was easily hit by the ghost sword, and he flew away.

Seeing that he was absent-minded, the ghost sword was slightly annoyed, and he used a bit of internal force to sweep the wooden sword over his shoulder, and suddenly Song Ting staggered and staggered.

The ghost sword took two steps, reversed the hilt of the wooden sword with his right hand, stretched out his left hand, and connected his body that was about to fall, and with a slight force with his left hand, Song Ting's body no longer fell, as if leaning against a big tree.

At this time, Youjian and Song Ting's eyes were facing each other, facing her cold face and slightly cold eyes, seeing the white ribbon on her bun fluttering slightly in the wind, and a few strands of green silk dancing in the wind under her sideburns, he smiled slightly, stood up straight, hugged his fists and said: "That's it for today, thank you Youjian girl......"

"Hmph." Who knew that Youjian snorted coldly, clasped his hands to his chest and said, "Then how are you going to thank Miss Ben?"

Song Ting smiled: "Then how do you want me to thank you?"

Youjian said: "This girl wants you to do something, do you want to do it for this girl?"

Song Ting asked, "What's the matter?" I was slightly surprised in my heart, and I couldn't imagine that the cold ghost sword would also have a time to ask for help.

Youjian stared at him up and down, and said with a sly gaze: "Did you make clothes for Xiaoman?"

Song Ting heard her ask like this, and instantly understood what she wanted him to do, smiled dumbly, and said, "Let's go, take you to the street."

If it were Xiaoman, when he heard this, he would clap his hands, cheer, and shout "Okay!" Okay", but now this person is a ghost sword, I only heard her snort slightly, and I rushed to the front of Song Ting, and I didn't speak all the way. This made Song Ting secretly feel funny, this Nizi actually knows how to be jealous......

came to the silk shop where he made clothes for Xiaoman last time, and as soon as Youjian entered the door, he said directly: "Shopkeeper, tell the proprietress to come out, I want to make clothes." You're not welcome.

The proprietress lifted the curtain and walked out, and took out various colors of silk, cloth, yarn, etc. with a smile on her face, and muttered "I also want to make silk ......", so she chose an off-white light pattern silk and measured the size.

"Hey, give me the money...... Seeing Song Ting standing there dumbfounded, Youjian walked up to him, rubbed him, and whispered.

Song Ting came back to his senses at this time, in fact, he was thinking, since he made clothes for Xiaoman and Youjian, should he also make a set for Qingzhu and Snow Goose? I also thought that these four maids had new clothes, and it would be too much not to make a set for the princess's wife......

Hearing the voice of the ghost sword, he came back to his senses, paid a deposit to the proprietress, and then continued to struggle with what he had to do in order not to favor one over the other and be relatively fair.

"Why don't you ask them what they want first......" I made up my mind and came out of the store with Youjian, after all, the clothes are not ready for a while, it will take a while, and the store will pick them up after they are made by the store or given to the female workers.

The women of this era were originally extremely popular female workers and female celebrities, but none of Zhao Yuanzhen's four maids understood these, Youjian is good at martial arts, Qingzhu understands music and rhythm, Xiaoman loves to chirp, Snow Goose is still young, and she can't see any specialty, and Zhao Yuanzhen herself is very good at painting, and the peony paintings she painted can be called beautiful, colorful, graceful and luxurious, gorgeous and delicate, with flower buds layered on top of each other, flowers and clusters, lifelike.

"Alas, there are too many beautiful women around, and it's also a distressing thing......" Song Ting thought as he walked down the street with Youjian. She didn't speak anyway, and she didn't know what was going on.

Suddenly, at this moment, I heard a shout from the street: "Catch the thief!" Catch the thief! ”

Song Ting saw a thin man in gray clothes, holding a stick in his hand, chasing a strong man in green clothes, and kept shouting, "Catch the thief!" He stole my money! There were a lot of pedestrians on the street, and when they heard the sound, they immediately rushed over, forming a surroundment, and blocking the two of them in the human wall at once.

The gray-clothed thin man looked bitter in front of everyone, pointed to the strong man in green clothes on the side, and arched his hand to everyone: "Fathers and fellow villagers, please be a witness and help me uphold justice." This man, he stole my money twice! ”

The strong man in green clothes hurriedly denied it: "I didn't steal his money, these two pieces of money are my own."

The gray-clothed thin man said hurriedly: "You...... You scoundrel...... You didn't steal my money, what are you running for? ”

The strong man in Tsing Yi said: "If you don't hit me, can I run?" Are you crazy? Is it okay to hit someone casually on the street? Is there any royal law? ”

The thin man in gray was so anxious that he threw away the stick in his hand, and said tremblingly: "I, I, I ......" was so angry that he slapped himself, and then his face turned red, pointing at the strong man in Tsing Yi: "You obviously stole my money twice!" If you don't pay me back, I'll take you to the officials!" ”

The strong man in Tsing Yi said: "When you see an official, you will see an official, who is afraid of whom!" I'm not afraid of shadows, I don't believe that the official can still give you my money? ”

"Official! Official! The onlookers also muttered.

At this time, the crowd heard a voice "Ouch, it's so lively, let one let, let one let ......", and then a man squeezed in, this man with a hat on his head and a bag on his back, apparently in a hurry.

The man took off his hat, a face full of sweat, a full beard, very sloppy, unkempt sideburns hanging down his face, covering most of his face, the whole face was as dirty as if he hadn't washed it for dozens of days, I saw him wipe the sweat on his face with his sleeve and said: "Everyone, under the old rules, may I ask how the county government of Yongtai County goes?"