In the face of the young man's hard battle, the girl didn't seem to use all her strength, the umbrella in her right hand pressed over Xiao Mishu's sword and then flipped and fell steadily in her hand, Yun Qianyu's body rotated slightly, cutting to the side of the black-clothed young man, and her right hand slashed at Xiao Mishu's wrist like a knife, if this blow is implemented, then there is no accident, Xiao Mishu's sword will be difficult to hold, what kind of swordsman is a swordsman who can't hold his sword steadily?

Xiao Mishu has been called a genius since he was a child, and he has to be taught by his elders personally, his strength is naturally not bad, the soft sword is directly taken off and sent forward, the hand holding the sword is pinched into a fist, and he is facing the hand that Yun Qianyu has chopped over, and at the same time, his body is moving forward with his feet, his left hand is stretched forward, and when he grabs Mingxi's handle, he retracts his fist hand, and when he turns around, the hem of his clothes blooms like a black lotus, and the sword sweeps in his hand.

The woman holding the little white umbrella leaned back, the thin tip of the Mingxi Sword slashed a finger away in front of her belt, Yun Qianyu's slender white fingers flicked lightly, and a few drops of rain falling from the eaves of the umbrella flew towards Xiao Mishu like a rain of arrows.

In everyone's sight, the fight in the courtyard suddenly eased down, the slender figure under the umbrella was dressed in white, the silver threads at the cuffs and collar reflected a faint silver light from time to time, and the fingers flicked every drop of rain falling on the umbrella, turning it into an attack weapon.

Sometimes sparse, sometimes dense, the raindrops exuding sword qi locked on Xiao Mishu's eyebrows and heart, and the black-clothed young man tried his best to resist and seek an opportunity to fight back, but no matter what, he couldn't get into the woman's three steps.

The raindrops that shot in the courtyard faintly turned into a sword shape, and the woman who did not hold the sword carried a dark purple sword box behind her, and the rain around her dripped very slowly under the traction of her internal force, and some of the raindrops in front of her once fell into a state of stagnation, and each bounce would leave an empty place in the dense raindrops.

The cold rain and cold wind hit this courtyard, a group of people chattered, and the courtyard gradually became lively, and Li Yu, who was full of pink and rioty, widened his eyes: "Bailing, is your little sister so strong?" This is obviously a spare! ”

"Cut, if you fight hard, you know how to bully me." Yun Bailing, who was squinting, pouted his pink and tender little mouth, and his face was full of resentment.

Zhao Hongda stretched out his head and said, "Does she bully you on weekdays?" ”

"She and the young master are the most hateful, she is an old woman, and the young master, always pulling the shelf, favoring her, both of them hate it."

Li Yu came up with an idea: "Didn't you raise so many little bugs? Why don't you take it out to scare her, aren't women the most afraid of these things? ”

"But she's an old-fashioned old woman, afraid of these things? I scared her once before, and she directly stabbed a few friends I worked so hard to raise in two. Yun Bailing covered his small pocket with a resentful face, as if he was afraid that a drop of water from Yun Qianyu would fly over and wipe out all his treasures.

"Impossible, how can there be a woman who is not afraid of ......" Zhao Hongda shouted half in a loud voice, his eyes shifted from the small pocket that Yun Bailing was holding to Yun Bailing's harmless face at first glance, he swallowed all the remaining words into his stomach, and couldn't help but sigh that the mountain villa where Yun Tomb was born was mysterious and unpredictable, even the two maids were so strange.

The fight in the courtyard continued, and after gradually getting familiar with Yun Qianyu's style, Xiao Mishu began to be less passive, and he could attack once after defending three or five times.

It is obviously a light rain courtyard in spring, and it gradually has the charm of autumn.

Xiao Mishu has always been silent and silent, and so is Yun Qianyu, but the silence of the two is different, Xiao Mishu is the kind of silence that drills in his own kendo world every day, and is a little out of touch with the world, and Yun Qianyu is the world's vulgar and noble arrogance, except for Yun Yazhi and Yun Tomb, no one looks down on her, like a proud white phoenix, even Yun Bailing has been despised and disdained by her more than once, so that her stomach is full of complaints.

Earlier, within three or five moves, Yun Qianyu was very contemptuous of Xiao Mishu, after all, she had only studied with Yun Yazhi Yun Tomb Sheng on weekdays, Yun Yazhi needless to say, and although Yun Tomb Sheng said that his talent was not as good as Yun Qianyu, he would naturally not be weak under Yun Yazhi's unreserved cultivation.

And Xiao Mishu's talent was a little worse than Yun Qianyu's, and he had never been in contact with Yun Qianyu's body and attack methods, so he was a little hurried for a while, which aggravated Yun Qianyu's contempt for him.

Fortunately, Xiao Mishu was completely suppressed from the beginning, and gradually had a chance to fight back, the woman who was as cold as frost put away the umbrella and used the umbrella as a sword, and the rising combat power of the young man in a short period of time made her have to find a weapon.

Xiao Mishu's grandfather, as an old man, is not unexpected, the world's kendo fifty years later is Xiao Mishu's kendo alone, naturally not boasting, his grandson Xiao Mishu's talent and hard work make him full of confidence.

The rain was lighter.

A black and a white body staggered, for a while there was a sense of pleasing to the eye, although the woman was not as leisurely as before, but still not to the extent of that kind of full attention, the paper umbrella in her hand picked and played, and finally seemed to be interested in the woman to the side of the bamboo umbrella.

The bamboo umbrella was churning in the air and reopened, falling in the stagnant water, and through the smooth water surface under the umbrella, it was seen that the woman opened her arms, and the rain under the big sleeves swaggering in the wind made one long sword after another, and it was rare to have such a degree of control over internal force at a young age, which caused a group of people in the courtyard to scream.

The woman in white actually danced in the rain, waving her long sleeves, her skirt flying, beautiful and dusty, and seven rain swords slashed through the noisy courtyard, with endless sharpness and coldness.

Xiao Mishu looked at the transparent water sword in the air, and felt cold once when he counted it, he couldn't condense any of them, and the light in his eyes that fought hard regardless of whether he won or lost was a little swaying, like a candle on a rainy night, which would be extinguished at any time.

"I don't care about the future, I don't fight with anyone, just meditate, just make some progress every day."

The young man kept giving himself psychological hints in his heart, wanting to get rid of the inferiority complex that almost crushed a person, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he had always been like a confident clown, a sense of shame arose, and the idea of wanting to abandon the sword and escape from the world filled his brain and lingered.

The young man knew that this kind of emotion was the precursor of the broken heart of the Dao, but he couldn't escape this weird emotion at all, just like telling himself to be brave, but the woodcutter who would still tremble involuntarily when he saw the tiger, and those who had not experienced it couldn't understand why some geniuses sang all the way, and they had won and lost all the time, and why they would be decadent to death because of a win or loss.

It was a panic about the future, I thought that I would stand at the top of the martial arts despite all obstacles, but looking at the huge gap in front of me, I suddenly found that I was not qualified to compete; It was a shame for the past, I thought I was worthy of praise and applause, but looking back, the praise that was obviously very suitable in the past is a little harsh at this time, like a shameless clown accepting flowers that do not belong to him, and stealing other people's honor as his own like a thief.

When the young man's eyes were mottled and chaotic, and the Mingxi Sword in his hand was waving non-stop, the aura in the entire courtyard changed, and a cold aura emanated from the woman's body, and Yun Qianyu, who was carrying a dark purple long box, controlled the Xiao Mi technique in the center of the water sword, spinning and flying as if he wanted to jump out of this battlefield.

It's just that the so-called siege always leaves a flaw, and with the level of Xiao Mishu, you can naturally find that loophole and break it as quickly as possible, just like that, Xiao Miju's moves change with the change of loopholes, and finally integrate into the leisurely and cold rhythm dominated by Yun Qianyu.

"Yun Qianyu, is she helping Xiao Mishu?" Han Difu tilted his head, and Yun Tombsheng beside him had a piece of grass in his mouth, and replied vaguely.

Dark, faintly above the deep blue sky, countless transparent raindrops fell with the darkness of the night.

The tip of the Mingxi sword, which was as thin as a cicada's wings, pointed on the water droplets, broke the water droplets, and circled around, countless raindrops flew like fallen leaves in late autumn being swept by the wind, and the soothing and quiet world The black-clothed young man drew a touch of cold air from the autumn water of Yun Qianyu, and felt a new realm in Xiao Xiao's fallen leaf swordsmanship.

"It turns out that my fallen leaves are missing the chill that runs through autumn." The boy in the field is no longer the appearance of fighting, he fell into an epiphany, practicing Xiao Xiao's swordsmanship over and over again, and some of the original mysterious places were like ice cubes that melted when they encountered fire.

Yun Qianyu stood far away, no longer stepping forward, a pair of slightly cold eyes carefully looked at Xiao Mishu's moves, his fingers moved slightly, as if he was imitating something.

After a long time, the young man broke away from practicing his sword by himself, Yun Qianyu glanced at Li Yu and Zhao Hongda, and his cold voice echoed throughout the courtyard: "How many of you are together." ”

There was silence in the small courtyard for a while, Li Yu stood in place and thought for a while, seeing that the young talent naturally wanted to learn a thing or two, but looking at the strength shown by Yun Qianyu, he knew that he was not an opponent, and glanced at Zhao Hongda, and finally left.

However, he did not bring out any weapon, for his weapon was worn by him at all times, and the wind in the courtyard was slightly cool, blowing the pink sleeves of Li Yu's coat, revealing the knuckles on his fingers and the six bracelets on his wrists, which were the color between silver and iron.

Li Yu made a gesture of please, stepped on his feet, and the stagnant water splashed like a sharp arrow rushing towards Yun Qianyu, several of them practiced internal kung fu, but Li Yu, who looked relatively thin, practiced foreign kung fu, once he started to move, his muscles and bones were like gold and iron, with the steel rings and steel rings of his hands, like a tyrannosaurus.

Li Yu smashed it with a punch, Yun Qianyu used force under his feet, he actually jumped up, stepped on Li Yu's wrist with one foot, and directly interrupted the qi that Li Yu rushed forward, Li Yu took a few steps back, Yun Qianyu landed steadily, and when she didn't keep her hand, the victory or defeat was a touch.

"Brush."

The fan that slipped out of Zhao Hongda's sleeve opened instantly, and there was a metal trill, and small sawtooth teeth appeared on the edge of the fan, which was not only a fan but also a weapon, but also a pinnacle of craftsmanship.

Jin Dingfa didn't move, the big opening and closing technique he learned was not suitable for siege, if it was used in this small courtyard, it might hurt his teammates, as for Han Difu, he felt that three to one was already very embarrassing, and no matter how many people there were, it would be a little shameless.