The next day, Mo Mo came to Zhao Xiaoyun's room and watched her riding the quilt, half of her body exposed outside the quilt, her posture was extremely indecent, but she was very sweet, so she couldn't bear to call her up, but if she felt sorry for her now, it would be a disaster for her to travel.

After thinking about it, Mo Mo shouted softly, "Yun'er, Yun'er." ”

"Hmm, Qianqian, don't make trouble." Zhao Xiaoyun heard someone calling her in a daze, covered her ears, turned over, and continued to fall asleep.

"Yun'er, just got up to learn martial arts," Mo Mo was used to the names of strangers that appeared in Zhao Xiaoyun's mouth from time to time, and continued to shout.

"What kind of martial arts, don't learn. I still have to go to work. Zhao Xiaoyun's mind is not sober yet, forgetting that he is no longer the Zhao Xiaoyun he used before, and he used work as an excuse to resolutely not learn anything.

"Yun'er, if you don't get up again, your father will be angry."

Father?

Where did she come from?

Her father died a long time ago.

Wrong

She seems to have slept in the Three Kingdoms! She has a father and a mother!

Zhao Xiaoyun's muddy head gradually regained its clarity, and he opened his eyes suddenly, looking at the wooden house in front of him, not the familiar cement white-walled room. Sighing secretly, it was not a dream yesterday.

By the way, learning martial arts, she can't fall into the name of Zhao Zilong's ever-winning general.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xiaoyun turned over and got up, with the quilt still between his legs. Coquettish to Mo Mo,

"Mother, I'm up."

Mo Mo frowned slightly, how could his daughter's family be so arrogant, but it was okay, no one would find out that she was a daughter, so he didn't remind Zhao Xiaoyun out of voice.

"Hurry up, your dad has been practicing for a while."

Zhao Xiaoyun looked out through the paper window, and it was pitch black! Mom, sure enough, the ancients got up very early, what time is it? "Mother, what time is it?"

"It's just past midnight." Mo Mo replied, "Generally, your father practiced martial arts at the end of the day. ”

Zhao Xiaoyun silently calculated in his heart, Zi Chou Yin, the time is from 3 o'clock to 5 o'clock, and now it is just after 5 o'clock.

Except for studying hard during the college entrance examination, she Zhao Xiaoyun really wouldn't get up so early, but at this time, she could only accept her fate.

"Mother go out first, the practice uniform has been brought to you, if it is not suitable for your mother, I will change it for you." Mo Mo pointed to the white practice clothes on the side and said.

Zhao Xiaoyun looked adoring, she was a model of a woman, and she would change her clothes, if she sewed clothes with a needle, she would probably be able to poke herself into a sieve. Not to mention making clothes and changing clothes, as well as the legendary embroidery, she is scared when she thinks about it, fortunately she is not dressed as a sable cicada, but also has to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting or something.

While thinking about it, Zhao Xiaoyun wrapped herself in her clothes, opened the door, and a cold wind hit her, Zhao Xiaoyun shivered, trembling and walked to the middle courtyard, watching her father practice swordsmanship.

It's amazing!

It's not juggling, it's not those entertaining sword dances on TV.

Because Zhao Xiaoyun could really feel the fierce sword intent. It is so unstoppable, as if all the obstacles in front of it are tofu, which can be easily torn apart. Zhao Xiaoyun couldn't help but be stupid, maybe this is the origin of Zhao Yun's constant victory in history, under this kind of momentum, how could he not win often.

And since she was thrown here, how could there be a way back for her, she could only move forward without hesitation.

Zhao An noticed that Zhao Xiaoyun's aura changed slightly, not like yesterday's madness and panic, as if he had changed people, he was so confident, like a light. From a small flame to a growing scale, it attracts people who are also confident.

And Zhao Xiaoyun didn't change like this when he first came to the martial arts training ground, Zhao Anluo understood after a little thought that Zhao Xiaoyun had changed from when he was dancing the sword.

Yun'er can actually understand his sword intent, and she can resonate from it. It seems that Yun'er's martial arts talent is very good.

In this case, Zhao An's temperament is even worse, his sword moves are becoming more and more powerful, and his moves begin to fight neatly on the battlefield like a general.

Zhao Xiaoyun's face gradually turned red, she was like following a victorious general, her momentum couldn't keep up with the general, but she couldn't help but follow the general to kill the enemy step by step.

Finally, she couldn't lift her arms, and her heart was blocked in one breath.

"Poof."

Zhao Xiaoyun spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body staggered forward uncontrollably.

Zhao An's momentum has reached its peak, and if he forcibly stops at this time, I am afraid that the damage will be even worse than yesterday.

Fortunately, Mo Mo was also watching from the side, and saw Zhao Xiaoyun spurting blood, about to fall to the ground, with a light tap on his toes, he got up and landed beside Zhao Xiaoyun, reaching out to support the unstable Zhao Xiaoyun. Panicked, "Yun'er." ”

Zhao Xiaoyun was speechless, and could only comfort Mo Mo with his eyes.

Zhao An gradually regained his breath, and after his breath calmed down, he stepped forward.

"Yun'er, you understand." Without any inquiry, he said with certainty.

Zhao Xiaoyun understood what Zhao An meant, and Zhao An knew that she understood, so she would change her moves.

At that moment, enduring the discomfort in her heart, she nodded gently, this nod used up all the strength of her body, and her body became a little softer.

"Yun'er, husband, what are you talking about?" Mo Mo was puzzled, what did he understand, why did Yun'er vomit blood after standing for a while, could it really be so much in conflict with Zhending? Can't you just stand for a while?

Zhao An knew that Mo Mo was worried, and explained, "Yun'er understood my sword intent, and her body couldn't bear it, so she vomited blood." Just take a break. ”

Mo Mo also practices martial arts, so why don't you know what it means to understand other people's sword intent, and he was surprised at the moment, Zhao An was really killed from the battlefield, Yun'er had never practiced martial arts, and it was very dangerous to rashly keep up with Zhao An's sword intent, and he said angrily to Zhao An at the moment, "Do you know that Yun'er can't bear your sword intent!" You're trying to kill your daughter, aren't you? ”

Zhao An's momentum shrank for a moment, but he still forcibly explained, "Don't you think Yun'er's momentum has changed a lot compared to yesterday?" ”

Mo Mo couldn't listen to this, she only knew that her daughter was hurt and hurt because of her husband's private decision!

Zhao Xiaoyun's breathing gradually stabilized, and it was very difficult to explain to Zhao An, "Mother, don't blame Dad, I want to see it." ”

"Don't explain it for him," Mo Mo felt sorry for Zhao Xiaoyun and stopped her from continuing to speak. Turned to Zhao An and continued to get angry, "If you can't teach Yun'er well, then I'll come!" ”

Zhao An is willing to give up teaching Zhao Xiaoyun now, this is clearly the best person to inherit his swordsmanship.

lowered his body at the moment and flattered, "Madame, don't worry, my husband will teach Yun'er well!" ”

Mo Mo was not satisfied, but now he could only send Zhao Xiaoyun back to the room to rest. Zhao An stopped practicing martial arts and continued to cook a bowl of ginseng chicken soup to make up for Zhao Xiaoyun.