But it was said that in the far field outside Murong Shao's camp, in the twilight of the night, Ji Ji Qiu held the Huoyun Embroidered Spring Knife and fought with Yan Nishang for two rounds, looked at the Yan Ni Shang knife stroke, let out a long roar, jumped up, and slashed out with his backhand, "dang", slashed heavily on the blade of the Yan Ni Shang Ice and Fire Willow Blade, shook the Yan Ni Shang more than ten steps, shook his head, carried the wine gourd, swayed two steps, twisted the wine gourd, and took a small mouth on the gourd, Meimei took a big sip, smiled, and said: " Little girl, let's still stop fighting, you're not our opponent, we have to go, I won't play with you. ”

Holding the embroidered spring knife, he pulled a knife flower at random, staggered, took a sip of wine, squinted, looked at Yan Weiran, exhaled the wine, and said, "What about you, keep your sister close." This is no joke compared to a knife. ”

Immediately, he laughed, turned his head to Yan Nishang and said, "You can go back and practice for a hundred decades first." Little girl, you want Sven, don't always be brave and ruthless with others, girls, this is not good, especially beautiful girls, right, haha. ”

Standing in front of the sisters of the Yan family, she suddenly shook her body, and Yan Weiran only felt a flower in front of her, and she had already handed the embroidered spring knife into her hand.

A few revenge dodged and floated away, and between the rolls of clothes, one advance and one retreat, like lightning and stone fire, extremely fast.

Yan Nishang stood ten steps away, looking at Ji Ji, holding an ice and fire lancet, cold, without saying a word, his eyes were cold, his long white hair fluttered, and the blood marks on his forehead were red, like a cluster of burning fire. She slashed the void of the Ice and Fire Lancet, the ice on the knife had become a sharp edge, and the ice flashed with fierce flames.

Seeing this, he said, "Why is this little girl so difficult, it's really annoying." ”

Haha laughed, staggered back a few steps, took a sip of wine, reached out to take off the hairpin, shook it in the wind, turned into a folding iron sword, shook out a sword flower, stepped on the Bagua Pisces step, his body was dignified, and slowly slid out ten steps to the left.

Shaking it, he stood firm, raised his hand and stroked his long hair back, and said loudly: "You little girl is really fighting, haha, let's teach you." ”

As he spoke, he pinched a sword trick in his left hand, and the folding iron sword shook lightly in his hand, and a ball of sword flowers danced. Lift the sword, face the flame of the blade, write a line of the word "thought", only to see the sword blade like a pen splashed with ink, wrapped in the edge of the pen, the turning point of the sword, exquisitely fluent, such as a wisp of lively, natural, flowing wind. The sword turns, the circle turns impliedly a fold, like writing, the occasional stop pen, press, round and bone, there is both square and round fun, it is Cai Yong in the "Nine Potentials" said that "the pen should be reviewed left and right, without making the program lonely", implying the pen meaning of the pen to wrap the front.

The sword in the hand of the enemy walks the dragon and snake, as strict as the pen, the sword blade converges, and at the same time the sword body slightly turns, with a circle instead of a square fold, at the corner of the word "thought", the sword blade crosses an arc, pinch down a little, only listen to the sound of "snap", the sword body bypasses the blade of the flame of the nishang, and gently pats the right shoulder of the flame of the nishang, one point is stopped.

He laughed a long time, stepped on the Bagua Pisces step, floated and glided, took ten steps back, shook his head and stood firmly, lifted the wine gourd, took a big sip, squinted his drunken eyes, looked at the flame of the neon dress, exhaled the wine, and said: "Look at it, no, why don't you believe it, go back quickly, little girl." ”

Yan Nishang bit her lip tightly and didn't say a word, her eyes were like the water of a deep winter pool, her long white hair fluttered, and the blood marks on her forehead became even redder, burning into a cluster of bright fire. She slashed the Ice and Fire Lancet into the void, the ice condensed into a sharp edge, and spewed out ten thousand fierce flames.

He laughed, took a sip of the gourd, and said to himself: "Let's let you think about it, why are you disobedient, little girl, you have to be gentle, so that people like it, alas, let's teach you another 'Wen', it's Sven's 'Wen', you learn a little." ”

Speaking, stepping on the Pisces step, stepping on the lotus, the sword flower trembled, point, horizontal, skimming, pinching, the sword line is like a dragon, the tip of the sword is like a milli, facing the trajectory of the blade of the flame neon, dot draw in the air, and then a little force to frustrate a sword, and then the center of the pen out. Then, turn around and hook hands, a sword swing out, is the junction of the reverse and apostrophe, the sword flashed two cross shadows, such as the "text" word of the reverse, such as Mi Fu calligraphy commonly used in the Feng pen, with the pen convergence momentum, short and concise, and the shape of the sword shadow is changeable.

I only heard a soft sound of "ding", and then, there was a "snap", the crisp sound of the back of the bladeless sword hitting the flesh, and the blade slapped again on the ankle of the flame that was still in the air.

Yan Nishang snorted in pain, landed on the ground, staggered back a few steps, slowly stood firm, still didn't say a word, bit his lips tighter, his eyes seemed to be choking with tears, he didn't blink, he held on, raised the lancet in his hand again, the void slashed lightly, took a long breath, squeaked, slid over, and slashed diagonally from the middle backhand to Ji Ji.

A few hatreds are very helpless, smiled, took a sip of the gourd's mouth, staggered against the flame of the blade flashed, the sword is like a wave, the sword shadow in the air to draw a "so", the front of the pen, as if writing regular script, first mention and then fold, the sword line pauses the pen, and then adjusts the front down, the speed of the sword is fast, the sword shadow turns, but there is no regular script like the square fold, only to the meaning of the square fold, but the line is round and muddy, the sword walks like a pen, there are bones and flesh, flesh and bones, round, vigorous, it is "back in the square, there is a square in the circle". The sword goes to the front, such as the folding edge to turn the pen, the square fold, the sword blade turns sharply, the sword shadow is heavy, the light and heavy lifting is like a small Gou, just like a wave to write a folded painting, square and see the bone.

In the shadow of the sword, the clothes are fluttering, the spirit is flying, giving people a posture of standing upright, the sword edge is in the last stroke, the pen is vertical and horizontal, and the long wave is out, only to hear the sound of "snap" again, and the sword body is slapped heavily on the back of the left hand of the flame neon.

Yan Nishang gritted her teeth, silently choked the tears in her eyes, and did not make a sound, the blood mark on her forehead was red, and she ignored the pain on the back of her left hand, and still swung her knife forward, and the flames of the knife sprayed thin, shrouding the revenge in the shadow of the knife, like a mad tiger.

Surrounded by the shadow of the sword of the flame dress, he held a wine gourd in one hand and a folding iron sword in the other, stepping on the gossip double fish step, such as a leisurely court, the sword walked with the pen, and wrote a "ran" word. I saw him lifting the pen and connecting the edges, and the shadow of the sword was connected by the dot painting, as if it was constantly lifted with a pen, and the sharp tip was drawn in the shadow of the flame of the sword, as if it was used as paper, and it was brought out of the thread.

Under the sword blade heavily wrapped in flames, in the process of writing, mention and press, connect and break, between the dot paintings, the threads are connected, and the non-threaded places are the real paintings of the word "ran". It is exactly what Jiang Kui's "Continuation of the Book Spectrum" said, "It is that the dot painting is heavy, not the painting, the occasional traction, and the pen is light." "The pen is sonorous, the sword is like a flying flower, the pen is pragmatic, and the sword is not mentioned.

If you can press it, you can afford to mention it, the real is real, the virtual is virtual, and the sword is endless.

At the place of a long whistle, the sword walked to the end, the primary and secondary were clear, the forks and hands reflected each other, and the pen was everywhere. In the shadow of the sword, the pen is drawn by dot painting, and the killing intent of the sword of Yan Nishang is resolved one by one, and with the last point of the word "ran", with a "snap", the sword shadow pierces through the knife, and the back of the knife is knocked on the left shoulder blade of Yan Nishang.

Flame Nishang was slapped on the shoulder by the sword, and her body couldn't help but pounce forward, and she stumbled and fell dangerously.

She slowed down her body, endured the sharp pain on her shoulder blades, stood firm, self-stubborn, clenched her teeth, the tears in her eyes couldn't help but flow down her cheeks, raised her hand to wipe off the sweat and tears on her forehead, turned around, faced with a few hatreds, her eyes were cold, she snorted again, jumped up, waved the ice and fire lancet in her hand, hooked her hand and slashed at the hatred, the force passed, the fierce flames erupted thinly, and rolled straight towards the revenge, like a wall of fire pressed down.

A few enemies were a little annoyed, and they didn't say much, and in the swaying drunkenness, the sword was Huohuo.

The sword in his hand walks in the center, and the pen is in

between stippling. The shadow of the sword flies, such as the line of the pen, the palm is vertical, the wrist is flat, the pen is straight, the sword shadow is like ink, there seems to be ink slowly flowing down, the blade turns into a pen edge, and constantly adjusts, so that the pen heart is often in the dot painting. Combined with the seal, subordinate, Kai, line of the brushwork, the sword shadow in front of the flame in front of the painting of a "hu" word, in addition to the pen and the pen, the sword shadow line pen, in the middle of the word "hu", all the dot painting is the center of the line of the pen.

But seeing the sword in the center of the word "hu" and walking, the dark sword shadow crossed, as round as handwriting, strong, gorgeous, and finally waved the sword upward, "snap" a crisp sound, the back of the sword slammed on the right hand of Yan Ni Shang holding the knife, this blow was stronger, Yan Ni Shang painfully "oops", the ice and fire lancet in her hand "dang long" out of her hand, fell to the ground, she stood in place in a daze, without saying a word.

Ji Ji Qiu grinned and chattered: "Let's teach you, 'thinking', 'writing', 'so', 'ran', 'huh'! You little girl, you must learn well, don't always think about fighting with others, a girl's family, what's the good thing about fighting? What kind of fight? Tell you not to fight, don't fight, you see, it hurts now, hehe." ”

Yan Nishang listened to a few hateful chattering ridicules, joking, daily life is pampered at home, everyone everywhere, cherished, never been so ridiculed, for a while, finally couldn't help it anymore, and actually cried out "woo woo".

Yan Weiran hurriedly came over to help her sister-in-law, raised her eyebrows, looked at a few hatreds, and shouted: "You big man, you let her order, can't you?" You big man, you let her order, will you stand up to the corpse? You big man, you let her order, will you drop a piece of meat?......

Yan Nishang is still a little girl after all, she has been enduring the chatter of a few hatreds, with a cold face, at this time she can no longer stand the grievances in her heart and the pain in her body, she actually cried from "woo woo", looked at a few hatreds, and said: "You bully people! Is there such a thing as you? If you want to kill, you will kill me, and you always beat people, are you still not a man? Woo woo woo ......" like a little daughter at home, raised the back of her hand, wiped a handful of tears from her face, and cried sadly.

Seeing that Yan Ni was dressed like this, he was a little at a loss, but he was a little panicked for a while, and hurriedly said: "Don't cry, don't cry, count me wrong, can't you?" I apologize to you, don't you cry,...... It's annoying to cry!", he said, frowning involuntarily.

"You're a bully, woo woo woo ......"

Ji Ji was very troubled, and hurriedly pulled the green horse that Su Xinyan gave him when he left, flew on the horse, turned around and said: "I'm afraid of you, I'll withdraw first, we can't see it and don't worry about it!"

With a shout and a heavy lifting of the horse's reins, the green horse neighed, and its four hooves flew like flying, galloping away to the north.

"Sister, don't cry, don't cry, be good, don't cry, our sister is the most well-behaved, don't cry, in the future, my sister will see this thousand knives in the future, help you take revenge!"

"Who wants you to take care of me, who wants you to take care of me, woo woo...... I hate you! Yan Nishang pulled the hem of her sister's clothes, wiped the tears from her face, and snorted.

Looking up at the direction where Ji Ji fled from a few hatreds, he picked up the Ice and Fire Lancet, held it tightly in his hand, and said hatefully: "I see where else you can run?"

As he spoke, he jumped up, soared in mid-air, transformed into a black-bodied, white-headed bare-fronted bird, spread his wings, and flew like the wind in the direction where he had fled.

"Girl, you wait for me! Wait for me......"

"Sister, don't worry about my affairs, you go back and tell my eldest brother, I'll go out for a few days and have fun, just come back, don't come to me, I won't go back with you." ......" The voice came from afar, and gradually, farther and farther, finally there was no sound.

The incident happened suddenly, Yan Weiran never thought that the girl would suddenly turn away, and hurriedly jumped into the air, also turned into a bird, in the middle of the air, in the darkness of the night, but where can I still see the girl's figure, busy calling her sister's name all the way, chirping, flying all the way north to find.