On the same day, Qin Lang returned to the house and saw the heroine sitting on the bed with her arms folded on her knees, with a knife buried in her chest, crying, and only felt that this scene was extremely familiar.

Well...

It may not be a good thing to say, but Qin Lang still likes the appearance of a woman.

Tears hung on the faint grievances, shrunk into a ball in the corner of the bed, and the fat rabbits in his arms were crowded so that they were almost out of place, as if they were about to jump out...... Such a beautiful young woman with pear blossoms and rain, some people may not like it, but Qin Lang likes it.

So Qin Lang didn't scold her for the first time, but admired it with a "kind" face for a while.

It wasn't until Su Yinhua couldn't help it anymore and glared at Qin Lang with a sideways glance that Qin Lang finally reached out happily as if he had received a signal of "come and coax me", and pinched the two lip flaps of her pouting Lao Gao.

"It just so happens that there is no place to hang the lamp oil pot at home, so let's hang it here in the future."

“(๑•̀︿•́)”

Why? The county lord didn't hang it for him, pursed his delicate red lips back, and muttered and cursed again by the way:

"Liar..."

"Harm, county lord Mingjian, why did I lie to you?"

"Pretending to say that the dragon knife is so difficult, your knife technique is so simple, and the result... It turned out to be..."

When Su Yinping said this, when he heard Qin Lang not saying a word, he quietly glanced at him, and found that Qin Lang's expression was seven points solemn and three points wooden, and he seemed to be really puzzled by the reason why Su Yinping accused him of being a liar.

"Silver Bottle..."

“！”

He... What did he call her...?

The county lord's heart skipped a beat, and to exaggerate, the hot temperature of the moment his cheeks flew over almost evaporated the tears.

And then... Then the county lord's originally soft body became tense because someone sat on the edge of the bed.

"Qin... Qin Lang, Sumire, she... I'll be back later... Don't you go here..."

“？”

What a mess.

Qin Lang was very serious now, because he did feel very confused in his heart.

"Silver bottle, seriously."

Qin Lang looked at Su Yin's watery eyes, and asked softly:

"Do you really think that the set of "Sword Armor" I just set is more difficult than your "Dragon Knife"?"

"Isn't it..."

Su Yinhua remembered his starting hand style of breaking the fog with a knife just now:

"Your knife technique can even cut through the mist, but the Dragon Knife can't... Unless your own strength, including internal strength or something, has reached a very high level, like the legendary great master, you can slash out the sword qi with one sword, and stab the sword intent with one sword... Do you have one? ”

"Nope."

Qin Lang shook his head directly when he heard the word internal force, and then tentatively asked Su Yinhua a question:

"County Lord, when you first started practicing swords... How do you practice? ”

"How else can I practice... They all practice the most basic movements with a wooden knife first, chopping and slashing, drawing the knife and collecting the knife, and after practicing steadily, they will cut the wooden man and scarecrow or something, and then a little later they will have a real fight with the sparring partner..."

“……”

Qin Lang probably knew it in his heart.

It turned out that from the most basic martial arts practice, the teaching method of the senior sister on the Tianshan Mountain seemed to be different from the rivers and lakes under the mountain.

For example, when it comes to knife practice, Qin Lang still remembers that when he was eight years old, his senior sister directly gave Qin Lang a sharp nine-ring single knife and took him to a hot spring.

……

"There is no time limit, when to cut off the mist in this hot spring, when to officially teach you knife techniques."

"Senior sister, this... Impossible, right? ”

"How is it impossible, this is the foundation, it's very simple~"

"Then senior sister, you can come out of the hot springs first."

"Don't~ Senior sister take a bath first, wait for Lang'er you to cut off this fog, senior sister is seen by you, and when you are shy, won't you come out to teach you?"

……

Therefore, at the bottom of it, when Qin Lang was learning knives, the most basic thing was to draw a knife to break the fog!

And when Qin Lang really did this, and then followed his senior sister to learn "Sword Armor", it was really a very simple thing to draw a knife and break the fog in the starting style.

After twenty years of living in the Tianshan Mountains, Qin Lang has always thought that everyone in the world is like this when they practice knives.

But apparently, this is not the case.

……

"Silver bottle, I think that's the thing."

Qin Lang definitely didn't have enough to figure it out by himself, so he had to explain to Su Yinhua well:

"It is said that the authorities are fascinated, and the bystanders are clear, in fact, the matter of practicing martial arts is the opposite, the authorities are clear, and the bystanders are fascinated, I see that "Dragon Sword" is really changeable, and I can't consciously grasp the mystery, but "Sword Armor" at least I have been practicing since I was a child, and I may gradually be unable to perceive its true difficulty..."

“……”

“… So, I didn't deliberately pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, and laughed at you, if you think "Sword Armor" is too difficult, I won't teach you it, martial arts, maybe it's the best for you. ”

"Are you telling the truth..."

"Absolutely."

Although at this time, two percent of Su Yinhua's mind had already been lost in someone's "silver bottle", but there were other eighty percent who were enough to think about this matter clearly.

In fact, even if Qin Lang really meant to laugh at her, she would be a dignified heroine, at most, she would just make a fuss for a while, and she wouldn't really take it to heart.

And now that Qin Lang has said so, Su Yinhua also expressed his understanding.

"Qin Lang, then I'll ask you another question."

"Well, you say."

Qin Lang bent his index finger and gently wiped the tears of Su Yinhua, it was hard to imagine that the county lord's skin was so smooth, and the tears could still be contained.

"It's just... What is your strength? ”

To be reasonable, the two have known each other so far, Qin Lang probably knows the strength of Su Yinhua, but Su Yinhua still doesn't know Qin Lang's level.

And Qin Lang's answer made Su Yinhua feel that what he said was equivalent to not saying it.

"I'm not strong, I'm not weak."

"Hmph... If you don't want to say it, forget it..."

"No, it's just that I've hardly fought with anyone other than my senior sister, so..."

"Okay, then I'll guess for myself."

Su Yinhua pondered for a while and said:

"Xue Gui, as the head of one of the twelve sects, should have the strength of a martial artist, but he is old and weak and killed by you, not to mention it, and that seventh brother should be very close to a martial artist, and if you can kill him, it means that you at least have the level of a martial artist!"

Martial arts, martial artists, grandmasters, great grandmasters.

If Qin Lang is in the realm of martial artists, it means that he can be on an equal footing with the twelve gates of the rivers and lakes, and he can already be regarded as a master.

But Qin Lang only smiled bitterly at this, saying that he had no real feelings.

"Maybe it's because I haven't walked the rivers and lakes, there are too few people to fight, to be honest, my concept of strength is still stuck in the way I was when I was with my senior sister."

"It's a... What does it look like? ”

Qin Lang said solemnly and straightforwardly:

"Those who can fight with my senior sister are masters, otherwise they are low-handed."

"Then what level is your senior sister? It can't be a grandmaster, right? ”

"I don't know, but there should be."

……

Qin Lang grew up, and when he played with his senior sister, he always felt that his senior sister was a little stronger than him.

When I was a child, I was a little stronger, and when I grew up, I was still a little stronger.

This can only show that the strength of the senior sister is unfathomable, and Qin Lang doesn't know when he can really explore its depth, anyway, when that day comes, he will definitely be a real master.

……

"Before I become a master like my senior sister, even if I kill another hundred seventh brothers, I don't think it will mean anything, at least that's what I think now."

Qin Lang said honestly, but Su Yinhua always felt that these words sounded a little inexplicably arrogant.

Under the senior sister, are all ants?

I feel that in Qin Lang's heart, his senior sister is the first in the world, and he is above ten thousand people under one person...

Not...

In this regard, in fact, he is nominally "one person under ten thousand people", it seems... It's a good match for him...

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