"Opportunities are to be won by yourself, not by others who have been waiting for them." Ning Wujian patted Piaoling's shoulder to comfort him: "Don't worry, I won't disturb Master Jiang." ”

Piaoling Xindao: I can't put it at ease...... If it weren't for my master's orders, I wouldn't have stood here feeding mosquitoes for so long.

He saw that Ning Wuxian was indeed calm in his speech and behavior, and swallowed his worried words back into his stomach.

However, before his heart could be realized, he saw Ning Wujian striding into the martial arts arena, picking up an eyebrow stick on the weapon rack, and wielding it in the same way as Jiang Yan's movements.

“***！”

Tired, Piaoling raised his head and looked at the starry Milky Way at a forty-five degree angle.

It's hard to be a scholar.

It's even harder to be a scholar who leads the way.

The things that the master explained were messed up, and tomorrow he will be fined for copying ten pages...... No, according to the importance that the master attaches to Ning Sangongzi, he should copy a hundred pages of poems.

Worried that Jiang Yan would beat the impulsive Ning Wujian to death, he would also follow the drift of eating melons, and after feeling his miserable life, he lowered his head again, ready to sacrifice his life and rush forward to stop it.

Hey?

A scene in the clearing made him stop.

"Good boy! This stick is playing well, is it a practitioner? Who did you learn from? Jiang Yan opened his misty eyes, and when he saw Ning Wuji's elegant figure playing with a stick, the wine was half awake.

He knew that the students who landed on the island today were all good at poetry, but he didn't expect that there would be such outstanding martial arts students.

Ning Wujian retracted the stick when he heard this, hugged his fists and bowed, and reported to his home.

"My grandfather is Ning Feng, and my father is the government official Shu Ning Weiguo, and I learned the stick method from the two of them."

"No wonder I look familiar with you, it's actually the son of Ning's scrivener's family, I didn't know that Scrivener Ning could also use a knife, let him be a small official who writes official documents, it's really overkill." A humble figure flashed in Jiang Yan's mind, how could he connect with the happy young man in front of him.

He changed his words and asked with great interest: "I heard that General Ning's self-created tiger fighting knife technique is unique in the world, have you learned it?" ”

"I know a little bit about fur."

"Be humble, come, have a few tricks with me!"

Jiang Yan rode up and made a defensive gesture, signaling Ning Wujian to strike first.

Ning Wujian hugged his fists again, and replaced the Qi Mei stick with a six-foot long knife, and the moment he held the hilt, his gaze was awe-inspiring like an unsheathed sword, which made people dare not underestimate it.

Seeing that Jiang Yan, who originally just wanted to warm up his body, he directly tensed his body.

This boy from the Ning family is not simple!

"Lord Jiang, I'm offended."

Hohohohoho......

Swords and guns collided, flashing silver.

Drifting, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, watched for a moment, then clenched his fists nervously, trembling all over.

It's so strong!

"I only heard the old man mention that Lord Jiang had been on the battlefield, but unfortunately he abandoned Wu Congwen without a war, but I didn't expect Lord Jiang to fight people so fiercely!"

There is also Ning Sangongzi.

A long knife is played vigorously, without falling behind at all, compared to the first "Wild Bamboo", Ning Sangongzi at this time is more like a strong bamboo that refuses to bend his waist in the wind, which can better reflect his true ability.

All-round talent.

Even if you don't look at Shixian's face, I believe that when the master sees this scene, he will introduce Ning Sangongzi to Lord Jiang.

The movement of the martial arts arena attracted the attention of Shen Youchu, who had eaten and had nothing to do, waiting for news from Juxiang.

Ji Jin also accompanied Shen Youchu.

First, after dinner, after a while, the students should be invited to go down to the island and come back tomorrow to discuss poetry.

The second is to know if you have met the poet fairy after leaving the island and made her request to her.

Just as she was looking for an opportunity to talk about it, she was attracted by the sound of Jiang Yan and Ning Wujian fighting, and said: "At the beginning of my childhood, it was Ning Wuxian, the third son of Ning Mansion, who had a trick with Lord Jiang, he was the third brother of Ning Wuxian, the fifth son of Ning who sold poetry by the lake, and the manuscript of the poem when he landed on the island this afternoon was revised by the poet immortal himself. ”

"Is there such a thing?!"

Shen Youchu knew that Ji Jin didn't go to admire the moon and compose poems with the students at this time, or went to the room to study the poems, it was the idea of exploring the clues of the poetry fairy from her.

But she didn't expect that Jin'er would throw out such an exciting news as soon as she came up.

Especially when she heard the words "Ning Wuxian" from Jin'er's mouth, her heart trembled, and she didn't dare to look at Ji Jin's side face with a weak heart.

"Mr. Xu was also present at the time, and we think that the poet immortal has a close friendship with the Ning family." Ji Jin observed her words, how could she not see the difference in her friend's expression, she asked tentatively: "When did your Shen family have such a deep friendship with the Ning family?" ”

"Ah...... Recently. ”

Shen Youchu nervously picked at his fingernails.

Seeing this, Ji Jin knew that her and Xu Jidao's guesses were correct, so he went further: "Youchu, if you are embarrassed to ask Shixian for my request, I will ask the third prince of Ning to ask, so as not to embarrass you." ”

Ji Jin didn't suspect that Shen Youchu was deliberately concealing it, but that poet immortal didn't even want to give the Shen family's face.

Only when you are young will you feel shameless to see her.

"Jin'er, I know you're in a hurry, but don't worry...... That Mei Xiang, you go to my armory to get the Qinglong knife and give it to Ning Sangongzi to help. ”

Shen Youchu took Mei Xiang away first, taking the opportunity to make a good impression in front of the Ning family.

But her behavior of giving away the treasure knife fell in Ji Jin's eyes, which was tantamount to confirming the fact that the relationship between Shixian and the Ning family was irreversible.

Ji Jin didn't say anything when he saw through it, seeing that the scope of the fight between the two in the field was expanding, he hurriedly pulled Youchu back a few steps, stood in a safe open place, and then asked: "Youchu, have you seen that poet immortal?" ”

"See."

He ...... What kind of person is he? ”

Ji Jin's young girl's spring-like, shy and timid appearance made Shen Youchu unbearable to look at it directly.

How is she going to answer this question?

Shixian not only has the same good-looking skin, but also has a unique interesting soul?

Shen Youchu's nails were about to be broken, and facing Ji Jin, who was full of anticipation, she could only take out the straw paper from her arms to divert her attention.

Really.

As soon as the papyrus appeared, Ji Jin's attention instantly shifted from Shixian himself to the content of the poem.

Shen Youchu pulled out the last page according to his memory, and handed it to Ji Jin's hand with a reluctant face: "Nuo, this is the word for writing chrysanthemum, and the poet fairy specially wrote it." ”

She's not lying.

This is indeed written by Ning Gongzi on purpose, but it was specially written for her.

But in order to alleviate the friend's thoughts...... The feeling of longing can only endure the pain of love.

Otherwise, she was worried that if Jin'er didn't get the identity of Shixian in her mouth today, she would harass Ning Wuxian.

Ji Jinyu took Huang Chengcheng's straw paper with trembling hands, and was so surprised that he couldn't believe that this was true: "Shixian specially wrote it for me? ”

Her face was full of red tides, and her beautiful eyes were full of autumn water.

If Shen Youchu said no at this time, Jin'er would definitely die of sadness, so she could only nod stubbornly: "Hmm...... Right. ”

"Youchu, you are my best friend in the world! Thank you! ”

Ji Jin hugged Shen Youchu in his arms, rubbing his face with enthusiasm.

Shen Youchu knew that Jin'er was a beautiful lady and how decent she was usually, and it was the first time she was treated like this by Jin'er, knowing that Jin'er was so happy that she was going crazy, and suddenly she didn't feel sorry for the poem that Ning Gongzi specially wrote for her.

It was her fault to conceal Jin'er's information about Ning Gongzi.

If one word can make up for it, she is willing to give all the remaining four songs to Jin'er.

Mei Xiang, who came back with a knife, happened to see the scene of the two hugging each other and rubbing against each other, which scared her.

That good guy of mine.

A woman's friendship should also be as light as water as a gentleman, how can it be as thick as honey?

Miss Ji seems to be very polite on weekdays, unless she is in deep love, it is impossible to indulge herself so much.

I don't dare to leave Miss's side in the future.

But you must not let Miss Ji take her own lady badly!

That's right.

Miss Ji seemed to be more interested in Shixian than in her own miss, so she had to quietly ask Ju Xiang to inquire about it.

Let Miss Ji go to the Misfortune Poet, but don't talk to you and me with Miss Ji anymore.

Mei Xiang thought of talking to Ju Xiang, and went to deliver the knife with a sad face, eager to send the knife herself, and at the same time, she also entered the field to fight to relieve the pressure.

And here, Shen Youchu and Ji Jin rubbed their faces, feeling sticky and rubbing tears, and hurriedly pushed people away: "Don't cry, let's see what good things Shixian has written for you." ”

"I love whatever he writes."

Ji Jin dipped his tears with a handkerchief, and his eyes fell on the straw paper.

When I read the first word, the tears that had just stopped were like jade beads with broken threads, ticking down.

"Young, after reading this poem, I want to see him even more...... I want to take advantage of the most beautiful years to see him, if he is a bunch of dust in this world, free in the world, I will be with him and the light, and it is okay to wander the world. ”

"Youchu, do you know my mind?"