"The strength in the hand is a little reluctant, and the sword and the body are not well integrated."

Mu Bai said lightly, Ling Ling took out a sword from his waist and tried to do what he said in one hand.

Seeing that she was a little confused, he hooked the corners of his mouth and stepped forward.

Ling Ling held the sword and pondered for a moment, thinking about the two words Mu Bai had just said in his mind, and suddenly there was a burst of warmth on the back of the hand holding the sword, and he could vaguely feel the shallow breathing on the top of his head, and he could clearly feel the powerful beating of his heart on his back, surrounded by the shallow fragrance of flowers.

She was stunned, her mind blank for a moment.

His powerful arm grasped her sword-holding hand, driving it in mid-air, sometimes tactfully, sometimes forcefully, and his pleasant voice sounded in his ears,

"Holding the sword in your hand, you have to think of it as a part of your hand, and your shoulders, elbows, and wrists should move at the same time when you draw the sword, and transport the internal breath to the hand holding the sword, and the internal breath will be condensed into sword qi, and if it is stabbed out in an instant, it can form a powerful blow."

Mu Bai said as he took her to do it.

And Ling Ling didn't listen to a word during the whole process, such a posture, such a teaching method......

The face that she hadn't remembered for a long time suddenly popped out of her mind, and Ling Ling seemed to feel that she was back to the day when she first entered the Xue Ning Pavilion, Bai Feiye stood behind her, holding her hand and teaching her to write......

Ling Ling's heart twitched, and when she came back to her senses, she immediately broke free of Mu Bai's hand and kept her distance from him.

The hand holding the sword hung at her side, and she looked up at the clouds and mountains beyond the trees, and a flash of complexity flashed in her eyes, and she pursed her lips and fell silent.

Mu Bai stood quietly in place, looking at the slender and thin back of the pear blossom white, the smile on the corner of his mouth dissipated, and the dark eyes under the mask faded the usual pleasant color, and gradually rose to a layer of slightly complicated softness.

After a while, Ling Ling came back to his senses, put the sword back at his waist, turned to look at Mu Bai, and said softly,

"Thank you Senior Brother Mubai for your guidance today, I'm a little tired and want to go back and rest first."

She bowed her head and saluted, with a faint melancholy between her eyebrows, lowered her eyes, and walked in the direction of Dongxia Pavilion.

Mu Bai looked at her smaller and smaller back, her carved lips pursed into a line, and her hands behind her back were lightly clenched into fists.

……

After returning to the Winter Summer Pavilion, Ling Ling put the scabbard wrapped around his waist and the cowhide roll in the cuff into the house, changed into clean clothes, and jumped to the roof of the Winter Summer Pavilion, holding his knees with both hands, looking at the clouds and misty peaks in a daze.

This is the first time she has been here for so long, and unlike in the past, this time she did not feel better when she sat on the roof, but became more and more panicked.

People are like this sometimes, when they don't think about it, they can be buried deep in their hearts and feel like they have forgotten; Once I think about it, all the memories engraved in my mind will gush out and go out of control.

She sat alone on the roof for an hour, she let herself recall everything in King Jing's mansion, and let herself think about that person once.

Ling Ling couldn't figure it out, obviously that person hadn't cared about her from beginning to end, everything was for another person, but why did he still twitch in his heart every time he thought of him?

That's it, just this once, think about it once, and when it's over, she will definitely forget.

She sat down until the sunset, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the clouds of the mountain peaks, sprinkling the whole mountain top and the sky with a warm soft gold.

After coming here for so long, this is the first time she has enjoyed the scenery well, and the sunset on the top of the mountain is so intoxicating and beautiful.

"Such a sunset, would you like to have a drink with me?"

Mu Bai's voice interrupted Ling Ling's thoughts, she followed the direction of the sound, and saw Mu Bai holding a wine jug in one hand and two wine glasses in the other, standing on the roof, beside Ling Ling, the setting sun sprinkled on him, the slightly brown curls looked even softer and better, the silver mask was slightly shiny, there was always a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the wind gently lifted the corners of his pale yellow clothes.

"When did you come?"

"For a while, you were watching the sunset and didn't notice me."

The smile under his mask was a little soft and seductive in the setting sun.

Ling Ling's heart jumped, she turned her head to look at the peak, her brows frowned slightly, why was it that for a moment just now, she thought of that person again, and remembered that day when she watched the sunset with him in the small garden of the palace......

"But you miss your little lover?"

His beautiful voice sounded in his ears, and there was a faint fragrance of flowers wafting in the air, Mu Bai sat beside Ling Ling, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"It's like the first time we're meeting, and you're asking me that."

She didn't look back, just stared at the golden cloud.

"Remember?" He asked softly.

"I've seen you twice in King Jing's Mansion, of course I remember."

She looked at the clouds, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly.

"The person you think of, but the one from King Jing's Mansion?"

Ling Ling suddenly turned his head to look at Mu Bai, his eyes looked at him with inquiry, and the obsidian-like eyes under his mask, as if he had seen through everything, the corners of his mouth twitched, and said,

"Looks like so, can you tell me about him?"

Ling Ling lowered his eyes, was silent for a moment, and said softly,

"It's a thing of the past, so don't talk about it."

The two were silent for a moment at the setting sun, and Mu Bai raised his hand and poured a glass of wine and handed it to Ling Ling.

"Such a beautiful view, enjoy your face and have a drink?"

Ling Ling looked at the porcelain cup in his hand, a sweet aroma of wine wafted into the tip of her nose, she couldn't help it, she raised her hand to take it. She turned her head to look at Mu Bai and laughed softly,

"I'm not drinking well."

"I'm here," he saw a hint of hesitation in Ling Ling's eyes, he tugged at the corners of his mouth, learning the tone in which she spoke to him when he was injured, "Don't worry, I won't take advantage of you when you're drunk." ”

With that, he brought his glass to his lips, a wicked smile on his lips.

Ling Ling smiled lightly, facing the sunset, raised her hand to take a sip of the wine in the glass, the moment the wine touched her taste buds, a touch of surprise flashed in Ling Ling's eyes, she then took a big sip, her brain repeatedly determined the taste of this wine.

The wine brought by Mu Bai is very similar to the glutinous rice wine brewed by the grandmother before the crossing, with a mellow and soft taste, sweet with a hint of sourness, the difference is that this wine is also mixed with a faint taste of nectar. She drank all the wine in the cup, and turned to look at Mu Bai,

"Where does this wine come from?"

"The old man has nothing to do, and he brewed it himself."

He replied casually, raised his hand and wanted to pour another glass, only to see another porcelain cup stretched out under the wine jug, he smiled and raised his eyes to look at Ling Ling, she pursed her lips, pretending to be calm and said,

"This wine...... Yes, I still want to. ”

He raised the corners of his mouth and slowly filled the porcelain cup in Ling Ling's hand.

Her eyes, which were as dark as night, watched her growing face.

The last touch of the sunset sprinkled on her face, her eyelashes were thick and curled, her eyes were large and bright, and the corners of her mouth were naturally raised, looking hazy and moving. He closed his eyes, with a hint of a smile, and drank the wine in his hand.

After a while, Ling Ling's cup reached out in front of him again, and he raised his eyes and smiled,

"Although this wine tastes good, it is full of stamina, Senior Sister Xiaoling, you don't drink well, don't get drunk again."

"A few glasses are fine, I like the taste of this wine very much, full!"

She raised her eyebrows lightly, and looked at the wine jug in Mu Bai's hand with a smile on the corner of her mouth, because this wine reminded her of her family, and she didn't listen to Mu Bai's words.

After a few cups, she felt that her heart, which was originally like a stone, loosened a lot, and her head became a little heavy, and she put the porcelain cup aside.

"Stopped drinking?" The man next to him asked softly.

"Don't drink anymore, I'm getting drunk."

As the sun set into the mountains, she pursed her lips and looked at the dark sky.

was silent for a long time, only to hear her sigh softly,

"I knew it was so stumbling, why didn't I know each other at the beginning."

A trace of drunkenness, the figure of that person appeared in her mind again, her heart twitched slightly, twice drunk, once moved, once lost love......

"Forget it."

Mu Bai said softly, her voice was a little low, with a faint magnetism, a trace of illusion flashed in Ling Ling's mind, she turned her eyes to look at the person beside her, her bright and moving eyes flashed with a faint complexity.

She withdrew her eyes, a self-deprecating smile on her lips.