The happiest thing in the world, suddenly heard the news of the person you like, ate the food you want to eat the most, met the legendary sword master, and got a suitable recipe.

Zhuang Yuanyuan stood in front of the makeup mirror in her boudoir, sorted out the new purple background beard leaf skirt, felt too dignified, so she changed into a silver snow gown, and then tied her hair into a bunch, and felt that it would not be too manly, but after changing to a double ponytail, it was a little immature, and it looked not solemn enough.

Is it really a distressing question?

I don't know what style of girl the third brother likes?

I recall that in the novels I peeked at the servants, it was recorded that young men liked to conquer women with cold temperaments, which gave them a sense of accomplishment.

Zhuang Yuanyuan changed into a pure nightshade-colored long dress, coiled up her long hair, and then put on a straight face, revealing a cold look.

At this time, Cuiyun, who was guarding outside the room, knocked on the door: "Miss, the third prince of Su has arrived at the house, the master will let you go!"

So soon!

"Got it!" Zhuang Yuanyuan replied, and made a few more movements in the makeup mirror, and only after feeling good did she open the door and go to the living room.

Through the side door, Zhuang Yuanyuan saw two people opposite, one of them was wearing a black shirt with a cold face, but it was similar to the person in his memory, but he was less arrogant and more mature and steady.

She wanted to rush forward to be coquettish and close, but she remembered that she was playing the cold queen, so she pretended not to see the two of them saluting to Zhuang Wenxiao, who was the head of the head, and then sat down.

Looking at his dignified and cold daughter, Zhuang Wenxiao nodded without moving, but he was quite surprised in his heart, his daughter, neglected discipline, has been crazy since she was a child, and she drew her sword when she didn't agree with each other, when did she become so mature and stable, isn't it......

Zhuang Wenxiao glanced at Su Ziyu, and secretly said that it is really this kid, Yuanyuan, Yuanyuan, it is really like you back then, but it's a pity......

Looking at his daughter who was sitting still, Zhuang Wenxiao came from his heart, opened his mouth and said: "Yuanyuan, this is the famous Su Ziyu and Su Sangongzi, your idol, now that he is back, you don't have anything to ask him?"

"Daddy!"

Zhuang Yuanyuan glared at Zhuang Wenxiao dissatisfied, she didn't know that the one opposite was Su Ziyu, and she needed his introduction.

Zhuang Wenxiao didn't seem to see it, and pretended to introduce it to Su Ziyu:

"Virtuous nephew, this is a little daughter, I have admired virtuous nephew since I was a child, and I often shout in my ear that I have a lot of heartfelt things to say to you, and I want to marry ......"

"Daddy!"

Zhuang Yuanyuan screamed, she was angry, she pouted unconsciously, a flush appeared on her cold face, and she secretly glanced at Su Ziyu out of the corner of her eyes, and after seeing that he had no reaction, she was immediately relieved, but she was inevitably a little lost.

"Sister Yuanyuan, you are so beautiful today!" Su Xuanyang next to Su Ziyu praised.

Hearing someone praise herself, Zhuang Yuanyuan was overjoyed, and she couldn't maintain her cold temperament anymore, revealing a good-looking smile.

When she realized that she was smiling, Zhuang Yuanyuan simply stopped playing, got up and walked in front of Su Ziyu, crossed her hands on her waist, looked at Su Ziyu carefully, and stretched out her little finger:

"Third brother, you teach me the sword, okay?"

A memory came to my mind, a little girl with a red face took his hand and shouted that she wanted to learn the sword from him, and wherever he went, the little girl followed him, and she had to learn the sword from him.

He couldn't bear to be bothered, so he said that when you grow up, I will teach you, the little girl was afraid that he would regret it, so she used her little finger to pull the hook, and once said something "Pull the hook to hang for a hundred years, don't change, whoever changes is a puppy!"

Thinking of this past, Su Ziyu laughed, and also stretched out his little finger, hooked Zhuang Yuanyuan's little finger, and said:

"Good!"

"I don't agree with this!" A voice came from outside the door, and then walked into the two people, both of them were men, one on the left was dressed in dark color, with a broad face, carrying a wide and thick heavy sword, and the other on the right was gray and white, with light ink plum stars on it, his hands on his sleeves, and his eyes locked on Su Ziyu.

"Uncle Zhuang has been selected by my Jade Heart Sword Sect, how can he cultivate the sword with those incompetent and unknown people, and spread it, and outsiders don't laugh at my sect?"

The man in gray saluted Zhuang Wenxiao, but his hands were still hidden in his sleeves.

Zhuang Wenxiao's sword eyebrows slanted slightly, he forcibly suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart, turned his head to look at Su Ziyu, and said in the Yuan Li line:

"A few years ago, the deacon of the Jade Heart Sword Sect found that Yuan Yuan had a special physique, which was especially suitable for cultivating a sword technique of their sect, but I refused. ”

Hearing this, Su Ziyu knew in his heart, so he said: "Zhuang Yuanyuan has worshiped your sect!"

The man in gray said: "My senior brother came here today on the order of Elder Taishang to invite Uncle Zhuang to join the sect. ”

Hearing this, Su Ziyu was dumbfounded in his heart, although the Jade Heart Sword Sect was not as good as the Dark Moon Sword Sect, but all those who could be called the Supreme Elders were all the top masters of the Six Desires Realm.

Being able to worship and practice under the seat of a master of the Six Desires is beyond the reach of many people, why should Uncle Zhuang refuse?

As if discovering Su Ziyu's doubts, Zhuang Wenxiao explained: "The Supreme Elder of the Jade Heart Sword Sect is the Joy Sword Master!"

So it sees, it is rumored that this Huanxi Sword Master inherits the Huanxi Sword Dao, holds the Huanxi Sword, and is especially happy to accept disciples.

No wonder these two Jade Heart Sword Sect disciples never mentioned the name of Elder Taishang.

After sorting out the inner joints, Su Ziyu had a countermeasure.

"Dare to ask the two, which sword master is Yuanyuan?"

Hearing this, the gray-clothed man's face was slightly gloomy, quite dissatisfied, this person knew the name of the Supreme Elder, but pretended not to know, but instead asked me to wait, if it wasn't for the rich reward in the sect, and it happened to be what I urgently needed, I would come to wade in this stinky water.

"Are you going to compare yourself to the Supreme Elder of my sect?" the man in Xuanyi suddenly asked.

"Don't dare!Don't dare!" Su Ziyu shook his head again and again, "In terms of joy, who in the entire Sword Dynasty dares to compare themselves to the Sword Master." I wonder if the two of you can understand the joy of the sword master?"

"If you insult me, do you dare to fight?"

The man in Xuanyi looked at Su Ziyu coldly.

Su Ziyu was stunned, he didn't understand where he had hurt the other party, could it be ...... This happy sword master's sword path has gone astray!

Seeing that Su Ziyu didn't move, the man in Xuanyi thought he was timid, so he approached step by step:

"Even my little disciple doesn't dare to fight, how can he teach my little uncle swordsmanship?"

"It's not that I don't dare, it's just ...... ...... Some...... Bully the small!"

Su Ziyu said quietly.

"As long as you can beat me, my senior brother will turn around and leave. Before the man in Xuanyi spoke, there was a faint remorse in his heart.

"That's what you said!"

Su Ziyu got up, stretched out his right hand, and formed a sword with two fingers in the middle of the food, and stepped out in one step, reaching the eyebrows of the man in Xuanyi.

The man in Xuanyi was shocked, and pulled out the heavy sword on his back with his backhand to block it in front of him, and he felt a strong force from the sword body into his arms, and the yuan force in the meridians was out of control, and he could no longer hold the heavy sword.

He was also resolute, abandoned his sword and retreated, suddenly feeling pain in his eyebrows, and stretched out his hand to flick it, and the blood was dazzling.

When?

Su Ziyu stretched out his hand to hold the falling heavy sword, and said softly: "If Jian Xiu loses his sword, is it still a sword Xiu?"

"Who the hell are you?"

"Me?"

"A man without a sword!"