Martial arts class, the teacher "Qin Yi". Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mr. Qin is a loose person, the realm of martial arts has reached the realm of Qiankun, and his swordsmanship is superb. Today, Mr. Qin brought a bronze war sword, three fingers wide and four feet long, which is a battlefield weapon. Swords are usually thicker, with less sharp blades and can be used as knives to chop.

"There is no essay on martial arts, swordsmanship is a compulsory test, so today I will practice swordsmanship. Each of you looks for an opponent and trains each other, and I will observe and correct them one by one. Qin Yi said.

In martial arts, it is called a sword test, and two candidates compete with real swords and guns, which is life-threatening. In the literary examination, it is called sword dance, and the candidates take turns to perform swordsmanship, regardless of the realm of refining, only on swordsmanship.

As soon as these words came out, the students immediately became interested and asked each other about pairing. Some students look for opponents based on their realm, some students look for opponents based on friendship, and some focus on handsome men and beautiful women.

"Feng Gongzi, how about the two of us come to practice. Bu Wen's cheeks were slightly red, and she plucked up her courage to come over.

"Feng Chan!" Rong Xiyan also walked over, and his face changed after seeing Bu Wen.

The two women stood looking at each other, Rong Xi's face was full of vigilance, and Bu Wen was a little cramped. In terms of posture and color, Buwen can still be compared, but her family background is far inferior to Rong Xiyan.

The daughter of a marquis, refining the body nine tripods, one word seven tripods.

A woman from a poor family, refining her body five tripods, and saying six tripods.

"Miss Rong, let's practice together. Bu Wen was ashamed of herself and didn't have the courage to fight with Rong Xiyan. She lowered her head slightly, glanced at Feng Chan sadly, and then turned to leave, her back slightly lonely.

"And so it goes. Rong Xiyan thought that she was going to fight, but Bu Wen gave up easily.

Feng Chan originally wanted to choose to practice swords with Bu Wen, because she was a liberal arts student like herself, and she was more compatible. But Rong Xiyan is a martial arts student, and practicing with her is more than strength, not just swordsmanship. But Bu Wen left directly, and it was not easy for him to stay, otherwise it would hurt Rong Xiyan even more.

In the end, Bu Wen and Lin Hui'er practiced swords together, the two were fellow villagers, and their cultivation was almost the same. However, when practicing swords with Lin Hui'er, Bu Wen looked at Feng Chan's side from time to time, thinking about him.

"Feng Zen, have you seen enough? Rong Xiyan said dissatisfied.

"Miss Rong, please take out your sword. Feng Chan turned around and said with a slight smile.

Rong Xiyan saw his smile, like a spring breeze, and the unhappiness in his heart dissipated at once. Immediately afterwards, she secretly blamed herself for being unproductive, always being touched by Feng Zen, and she was ashamed and annoyed.

She was holding a black iron war sword three fingers wide and four feet long, weighing more than thirty pounds, like a female warrior. Feng Chan uses an ordinary precision forging sword, which is sharp and slender, and the sword is light and agile.

"Look, this is the thunder sword technique that I have not practiced for a long time, fast as lightning, fierce and domineering!" Rong Xiyan was embarrassed, and wanted to teach Feng Zen a lesson, so he picked up the sword and slashed it over.

The war swords are generally wide open and closed, vertical and horizontal, and there are also many two-handed swordsmanship sandwiched in them. And Feng Chan practiced light swordsmanship, so naturally he would not fight hard with Rong Xiyan, otherwise the refined sword would be cut off by her.

Seeing Rong Xiyan's sword falling like thunder, Feng Chan's figure turned sideways, dodging the vertical slash of the war sword. At the same time, Feng Chan pulled out the precision forging sword and stabbed at Rong Xiyan's wrist from the bottom up.

Rong Xiyan quickly withdrew a bit of his sword, blocked the tip of Feng Chan's sword with the blade, and then glanced at each other. Feng Chan was calm, but Rong Xiyan was a little surprised, she felt the power of Feng Chan.

"It turns out that you are also the power of Jiuding, then I'm welcome. Rong Xiyan was a little excited.

"Please. "Feng Zen Dao.

Rong Xiyan clenched her sword and attacked again, this time her sword was faster and more ruthless. As the name suggests, thunder swordsmanship is as fast as thunder and lightning, and it is a set of superior battlefield swordsmanship.

The Yin and Yang Death Sword cultivated by Feng Chan is also a superior swordsmanship, aiming to surprise and attack it unprepared. If it was a life-and-death fight, he could kill Rong Xiyan with a single look, but now it was just a competition.

If Rong Xiyan can still compete with Feng Chan with a spear, he can only be teased by him with a sword. I saw Feng Chan calmly dodging under her fierce attack, attacking the other party from time to time at a tricky angle, forcing Rong Xiyan to restrain his hands.

If Rong Xiyan is thunder fire and vajra, then Feng Chan is feng shui and the earth. No matter how swift Rong Xiyan's sword was, he could predict it in advance and easily dodge it. His figure was like a gust of wind, tossing and turning around Rong Xiyan, almost leaving an afterimage.

"Don't keep hiding, fight me head-on. Rong Xiyan didn't hit Feng Zen in dozens of moves in a row, and he was depressed.

"I'm a liberal arts student, I'm not good at fighting, how can I fight with you. Feng Chan said with a smile, if he had a good sword in his hand, he wouldn't mind slashing with Rong Xiyan.

"According to your meaning, I, a martial arts student, can't even cut a single hair of you, a liberal arts student, it's very useless. Hmph, today I have to cut you begging for mercy, eat me with a sword!" Rong Xiyan came to strength and swung his sword again.

Feng Chan saw that her momentum was as powerful as a warrior, and she was on a rampage, and she couldn't help but feel ashamed in her heart. Looking at it this way, Rong Xiyan might as well be as beautiful as using a gun, because her swordsmanship is really not good.

In order to make Rong Xiyan realize his flaws, Feng Chan began to get serious, and the long sword in his hand suddenly shook. Boom... The sword body trembled and moaned, passing through Rong Xiyan's sword qi and stabbing into her throat.

After fighting for so long, Feng Chan attacked her vital point for the first time, which made Rong Xi's face look frightened. At this time, she realized that if Feng Chan used a killing move, she would not be able to block even a move.

"Miss Rong, your sword is fast and ruthless enough, but the offensive is too obvious, and I can see through it at a glance. Thunder swordsmanship is fast, but it is not a rampage, you only practice a little bit of skin. The long sword in Feng Chan's hand stopped less than an inch from her throat.

"I know you're good at swordsmanship, so you'll tease me and don't teach me how to practice. Rong Xiyan was frightened by his sword, and was a little aggrieved.

"Well, I'll teach you how to fight with people. Feng Chan had no choice but to take out some real skills: "The key to sword fighting lies in change, don't stick to routines, let's set up tricks, and then compete." ”

"Okay, you teach me. Rong Xiyan smiled again.

Then the two of them explained while setting the move, cracking the same trick in different ways, and then connecting them again. The purpose of the routine is to familiarize yourself with various routines first, and then continue to change and disassemble after being familiar with the routines. Although this method is a bit stupid, it is the simplest and most effective way.

The tricks inevitably rub shoulders, and from the perspective of outsiders, they inevitably seem too close. However, Feng Chan and Rong Xiyan enjoyed it, and they did not forget to convey their eyebrows and affection when they practiced, and they were full of affection.

Especially Rong Xiyan, he was almost a little forgetful, he never knew that practicing swords was so interesting. And Feng Chan has some feelings for her, once she puts herself into it, she will naturally teach it wholeheartedly.

"Feng Gongzi, why did you do this to me. Seeing the two so intimate, Bu Wen felt infarcted.

After the intersection of life and kiss in the Millennium Ridge, Bu Wen faintly had the idea of making a promise to each other. Even if it doesn't get to that point, in her heart, the two will be together sooner or later.

Unexpectedly, Feng Chan was with other women the next day, and Bu Wen was naturally sad. In front of Rong Xiyan, Bu Wen didn't have any courage at all, she felt that everything was going to come to naught.

"Be careful!" Lin Hui'er exclaimed.

Bu Wen's heart was shocked, and she saw Lin Hui'er stabbing her heart with a sword, and she couldn't hold it back. But because she was distracted, she didn't even raise her sword, and she didn't have time to stop it.

If you want to die, it is better not to feel so uncomfortable in your heart. I have already had a skin-to-skin relationship with Feng Gongzi, the love of life, if he chooses Miss Rong, can I still be with others?

Bu Wen regarded innocence very seriously, and she already admired Feng Chan very much, so she naturally recognized him. At this time, she was abandoned by Feng Chan, and Bu Wen couldn't figure it out for a while, and she was not even afraid of death.

Clang!

At the critical moment, a bronze battle sword crossed between the two, blocking Lin Hui'er's long sword. Qin Yi glanced at Lin Hui'er, and then looked at Bu Wen, whose eyes were slightly red: "Don't be distracted when practicing swords, otherwise no one will save you next time." ”

Bu Wen was relieved, but she was not very happy: "Yes, Mr. Qin." ”

After school, Bu Wen hid an indelible sadness in her eyes, and walked to the Green Bamboo Pavilion alone. There is no one in the Green Bamboo Pavilion today, and Lu Wenxin is making tea at the counter, and he is very leisurely.

"Sister step, you're here. Lu Wenxin also had a good impression of Bu Wen, and greeted him with a smile.

"Junior Brother Lu, I'll take the refined pill. Bu Wen smiled reluctantly.

"I've already prepared it for you, my master specially took the time to refine two bottles of pills for you today. Lu Wenxin took out two porcelain bottles from the counter, one with a brown cork and one with a black cork: "This bottle is a blood-replenishing pill refined with yellow tooth plums, and this bottle is a myelin-nourishing pill refined with oolong fruit." Take one pill every three days, and after eating, the nerd's blood marrow can definitely be replenished. ”

"Raising the Myelin Pill?" Bu Wen's expression moved, puzzled.

"This morning, Brother Feng sent an oolong fruit, and this bottle of myelin pill is made from oolong fruit. That oolong fruit is not an ordinary elixir, it takes five hundred years of spiritual roots to grow, and there are usually demon beasts waiting. Brother Feng is really good to you, you must have a lot to do with you if you take the risk of fighting demon beasts. Lu Wenxin said with a little ambiguity, he felt that Feng Chan and Bu Wen were very compatible.

"You said it was sent by Feng Gongzi, but he didn't tell me!" Bu Wen's heart trembled, after going to the Millennium Ridge in person, of course she knew how dangerous it was. Thinking that Feng Chan went to the Millennium Ridge alone to collect medicine for herself, she was moved in her heart.

In the previous martial arts class, Bu Wen didn't say anything, but in her heart she saw him as a negative lover. But if Feng Chan is unkind, how can he risk his life to help her collect medicine.

For a while, Bu Wen had infinite tenderness for Feng Chan again, and her heart was touched and sweet. It's just that when I think of him and Rong Xiyan Qingqing and me, Bu Wen feels very uncomfortable, which can be described as love and hate.

"What's the matter, don't be moved to tears. Lu Wenxin saw that her eyes were red and laughed.

"I didn't, I just got my eyes in the sand. Bu Wen was shy.

"If you like it, just say it, Brother Feng is not here, do you want me to help you tell him. I see that Brother Feng is so good to you, he must like you very much, otherwise how could he accompany you to the Millennium Ridge. Lu Wenxin is unscrupulous.

When Bu Wen heard his words, she naturally rejoiced in her heart, or hoped that it would be as he said. In the end, Bu Wen couldn't stand Lu Wenxin's jokes, took two bottles of pills, and hurriedly left with a blushing face.

If she knew that this oolong fruit was actually collected by Jin Ling alone, she might not be so happy. Feng Chan did think about going to the Millennium Ridge to collect medicine again, but he didn't have enough time, and was rejected by Jin Ling again.

At the same time, Feng Chan reviewed with Rong Xiyan in the Rong Mansion, and the atmosphere was very harmonious. Although Feng Chan repeatedly warned himself not to get too close to her, he couldn't help himself in the depths of his love.

"Miss Rong, Wuju shouldn't be able to take the Taoist test, you better look at the art of war. Feng Chan suggested, and he could see that Rong Xiyan deliberately asked him what he was best at Taoism in order to find a topic.

"Can you please stop calling me Miss Rong and change your name. When practicing swords in martial arts class, Rong Xiyan felt Feng Chan's love, so he wanted to be closer. She has always disliked the title of Miss Rong, and hopes that Feng Chan will be called better.

"Then I, how about calling you Xiyan?" Feng Chan couldn't understand what she meant, and he was a little embarrassed.

"Well, that's good. Rong Xiyan's cheeks were slightly red, and she looked at him with affection.

Lonely men and widows were in the same room, and when they saw Rong Xiyan's bright and beautiful face and crystal moist red lips, Feng Chan almost couldn't help but kiss her. Despite his self-cultivation, he is a seventeen-year-old masculine teenager who is curious about women.

Just as he was about to change the topic, Rong Xiyan suddenly leaned over his cheek and dabbled on Feng Chan's mouth, and then looked at him affectionately: "Brother Chan, do you like me?"

Feng Chan's mind buzzed, and he almost wanted to hug Rong Xiyan and kiss again, it was too tempting. He took a deep breath and said with a helpless and loving smile on his face: "Xiyan, originally my ambition was not big, but now it seems that I have to be bigger." ”

His meaning is very simple, since he is in love with Rong Xiyan, he must strive for a certain status. Feng Chan doesn't want to elope, he wants to be recognized by Rong Yonghui in a dignified manner, and he is the right person.

Rong Xiyan heard what he meant, and a strange look bloomed in his eyes: "Really, then you are willing to be with me." ”

Feng Chan stretched out a hand and took her into his arms: "Xiyan, thank you for making up my mind." ”

Feeling Rong Xiyan's soft and smaller body, Feng Chan's heart beat faster and hugged her tighter. It turns out that this is what it feels like to have a woman, and Feng Chan can't wait to hug it all the time.

If it weren't for Rong Xiyan's kiss just now, plus a Zen brother, I'm afraid he would still be entangled. I have to say that Rong Xiyan is much braver and bolder than him in terms of feelings.

No wonder Rong Xiyan's ideal is to be a general, and it is rare for a woman like her to be active and generous. Women chase men in the veil, Rong Xiyan has shown favor to him for so many years, it's no wonder that he can't catch up.