The next day, as soon as the sky was bright, Fan Xiaoyu got up habitually. Dressed and tied, his socks and boots tied, his hair casually tied into a ponytail, and carrying the wooden sword that he had been using for several years, and a small baggage, he quietly and silently jumped out of the window.

"Senior sister." There was already a tall figure waiting in the courtyard as usual, he also held a curved weapon in his hand, and when he looked closely, it was a heavy wooden knife, but unlike Fan Xiaoyu, what he was holding in his other hand was not a burden, but a bamboo basket.

"Well, let's go." Fan Xiaoyu said in a low voice.

The two of them spread their bodies and walked side by side longitudinally behind the mountain, and the wind in the early morning still carried a hint of night chill, blowing on Fan Xiaoyu's single body, directly invading the skin. Fan Xiaoyu did not hide or close, but greeted him head-on, allowing his body and mind to completely relax in this smell with dew drops and the fragrance of earth.

After a silent trot, the small village was soon left behind, and the mountains and forests in front of him slowly became clear. The two of them ran into the mountains, skillfully found a rocky pile, put their baggage and basket on the ground, and jumped to the top of the rock. Fan Xiaoyu snorted lightly and took the lead in attacking, and the two of them exchanged hands back and forth on the stone pile.

At this moment, the mountains and forests have not woken up, the birds have not risen, and the extremely thin smoke is floating slightly in the forest, blurring the shrubs and grasses below, but the two people who are lining the stones jump up from time to time, and then pounce down like people in the fairy world.

Gradually, there seemed to be a little fragrance rising in the air, I don't know if it was the fragrance of the early-blooming wildflowers, or from someone's incessant sweat, faint, faint, but as if everywhere, drilled into Luo Yan's nose, like a naughty hand, playing with the love sinus of the beginning of the youth. And the flying black light flew up and down from time to time with the master's movements, like the most cheerful dance, and in a trance, Luo Yan seemed to hear the crisp laughter like a lark again.

Click......

The swords intersected, and an unreserved force shook Luo Yan's figure, and he took a step back, forgetting that he was on a stone, and his body suddenly lost his balance.

Seeing that he was about to fall to the pile of rocks below, a bare hand pinched the placket of his clothes in time, and with a slight effort, Luo Yan's body that had leaned back had been re-grasped. The loss of control of his body, as well as the cold sweat that spread from his back, suddenly woke Luo Yan back from his psychedelia, and as soon as he raised his eyes, a pair of eyes that were close at hand, bright as stars but shining with a compelling light, were staring at him fiercely.

"Son, what are you doing? I can't even stop me with such a little strength, are you trying to let me? How many times have I told you that you must give your best when practicing. Fan Xiaoyu scolded unceremoniously, fortunately, when she touched the sword just now, she felt that Luo Yan's strength was wrong, so she made a timely move, otherwise this guy would at least have to suffer a little today.

Hey, why didn't she think that she should actually make him suffer a little! lest he always let him release water when he was practicing martial arts.

"I ......" Luo Yan's handsome face suddenly turned red, and he wanted to speak, but his nose became more and more sensitive to smell the fragrance, and through the sweat-soaked clothes, he seemed to be able to clearly feel the knuckles of the fingers still holding the placket against his chest, and an inexplicable tremor suddenly swept away from his chest, and the blood in his body seemed to be called, boiling in an instant.

"What am I? What's going on with you lately? Why are you always distracted when you practice martial arts? The strength exerted is like tickling, and even a mosquito can't shoot it to death. Do you know that if there was a real enemy standing in front of you just now, someone as absent-minded as you would have been stabbed to death with a sword. Fan Xiaoyu didn't notice the thoughts of this little junior brother who was two years older than himself at all, and continued to lecture with his head and brains, while letting go of the hand that was grabbing his clothes.

Although learning martial arts is not to be competitive, but since you have learned martial arts, you must practice well, because people in the rivers and lakes can not care if you are distracted or not, if you do not learn martial arts, some people may disdain to bully you, but if you have learned martial arts, you are considered a person in the rivers and lakes, and even if you lose your life when you fight with others, it can only be said that your skills are inferior to others.

But it is not the enemy who stands before me, but you.

Luo Yan couldn't help but refute in his heart, but he couldn't stop being ashamed on his face, and lowered his eyes and said, "I'm sorry, senior sister, it's me who is not good." ”

"All over again! If I get distracted any more, I'm welcome. Fan Xiaoyu glared, didn't reach out to wipe the sweat beads on his face, jumped back as if he had eyes on the back of his head, stood on top of another boulder in a golden rooster stand-alone style, adjusted his breathing, and was about to attack again.

The second uncle said that when the masters intersect, sometimes a small off-node action may become a fatal weakness, because maybe the tip of someone's sword and the hidden weapon have attacked like a poisonous snake when you wipe your sweat.

She had scoffed at this sentence before, anyway, she practiced martial arts just to increase her ability, just in case, and she didn't really want to be a chivalrous woman to eliminate violence and help the world, let alone think about fighting with martial arts masters, fighting for the first place in the world to prove that the Fan family's martial arts are superior martial arts, so she didn't care about Fan Dai's little warning.

But Fan Dai usually loves and loves, but once he teaches martial arts, he shows no mercy at all, once, twice, three times, as long as Fan Xiaoyu is distracted, his teaching stick will fall on his body. Whether it's an arm or a thigh, or the least painful but most irritating little PP, anyway, as long as you're not careful, the stick will be as nimble as a snake and punish you. Over time, Fan Xiaoyu could only be forced to develop a good habit of being absolutely engrossed and going all out once he started practicing martial arts or feeding moves.

But although Fan Dai was strict with her, he was much more lenient with Luo Yan. It's just because first, in his psychology, his baby niece is the first, and second, Luo Yan has his own master, and he doesn't have to worry about everything. But although Fan Tong is a teacher, his nature is difficult to change, and he is always busy with others for most of the day, so it is naturally impossible to keep an eye on his apprentice like Fan Dai, just take a small test every two or three days, take a high school exam every ten and a half days, and then conduct a big test in two or three months, fortunately, Luo Tong himself is very diligent, and he doesn't need Fan Tong to worry so much.

"Yes." Fan Xiaoyu's repeated reprimands and awe-inspiring expression made Luo Yan's heart immediately feel like he was blown away by the cold wind. Busy took a deep breath, suppressed the abnormal movement, and cohesively held it in his hand, ready to undertake Fan Xiaoyu's rapid offensive at any time.

Although his little sister is young, but as the master and uncle said, he is really a natural martial arts wizard, and he has a divine power, although he is two years older and a boy, it stands to reason that his strength should be much greater than her, but in the past year, if he does not give his best every time he feeds the move, he really can't bear her strength.

This kid is only fifteen years old and thinks about these flowers, no wonder he can't beat my good niece every time, but, then again, like his good niece, who is so exquisite, a little bit clear, and can draw inferences on his own, where in the world can he find a second one!

On a big tree not far away, Fan Dai was sitting on a branch with Erlang's legs crossed, biting a leaf in his mouth, looking at the pile of rocks proudly, just looking at it, and suddenly there was a sound that when he first met someone many years ago, someone seemed to be only fifteen years old.

Three years have passed, and the woman who is now twenty and two, and is no longer the little girl of the year, has married? She must still hate herself in her heart now, right? Or maybe people have forgotten about him. After all, as the royal lord, no matter how much she indulges her, it is impossible to be so big and not allow people!

Forget it, what do you want to do with all this stuff! Anyway, the Fan family has the seedling of Dongdong, and he Fan Dai doesn't care what kind of biological son he is, so he will be proud of the rivers and lakes for the rest of his life! Heroes, always a person is more courageous, once the love of children is long, it will be short.

Yes, it's better to quickly take these little things under the tree and sell them for wine!

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PS: Still continuing, looking forward to, and longing for the pink ticket!!

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