In the courtyard of the old house, the snow is messy, and the crystal snow reflects the moonlight, like a red grass beach in autumn and early winter.

After Ning Changjiu changed into a clean new clothes, he stood a few feet away from Zhao Xiang'er, and both of them untied their swords and fought only with their fists and feet.

Ning Xiaoling moved a stool and sat under the eaves of the courtyard, taking care of the red umbrella and sword for them, she rubbed her hands, clasped her hands in front of her chest, and the disappointment of not being able to watch their double cultivation disappeared with the tense standing posture of the two, leaving only strong expectations.

Ning Changchang hugged his fists and said, "Miss Zhao doesn't have to show mercy to her subordinates. ”

Zhao Xiang'er rubbed her muscles and bones, and couldn't help but laugh when she heard this: "Don't worry." ”

I've wanted to beat you up for a long time.

Ning Changjiu also took a deep breath, staring at Zhao Xiang'er's fists and feet seriously, thinking back to the fists and feet when she killed the butcher, cut the bone demon, and fought Madame Bai before, and thought about the route of the embankment in her heart.

At the moment, he looked serious, and he didn't realize that his decision would be the beginning of a nightmare in the coming month.

At a certain moment, Ning Chang's pupils suddenly shrank, and in his ears, there was a crisp sound like bones bursting, and in the field of vision in front of him, Zhao Xiang'er disappeared.

She didn't suppress her realm, at the moment when her body was launched, the spiritual power suddenly filled her whole body, even the end of her hair, there was a faint thunder, the moment her body penetrated, her figure had ejected like a projectile, the loose white dress instantly clinged to the front body, the clothes fluttered backwards, and the stirring long hair was more like a pitch-black lightning, at the same time, her left fist was closed to her waist, and her right fist hit the door without any fancy.

Ning Changjiu originally wanted to pick it up with his side palm, first use the momentum of the grass to dissolve the strength, and then grab her with both hands, but as soon as his palm touched Zhao Xiang'er's arm, he was shocked by the aura that exploded from her body and his palm was slightly numb, and when Zhao Xiang'er's hands were about to meet him, they suddenly changed their moves, their shoulders and arms turned, their waists twisted, and their tight left feet instantly appeared, bringing up the snow all over the ground, and directly attacking Ning Chang's waist.

Ning Changjiu had expected it before, but his fist arm was moved forward by Zhao Xiang'er's fist action, and he leaned forward along with his body, and at this moment Zhao Xiang'er swept his legs, he only had time to take half a step back, stretched out his arm to block, and wanted to shake her strength and then hold her ankle.

And after the two collided, Ning Changjiu's arm was almost bone-splitting pain, and the kick was close to his arm, hit his waist, and directly knocked him backwards and flew a few steps, and Zhao Xiang'er was unforgiving, his body barely had any pause, and it was another kick to his chest, Ning Changjiu blocked with his wrong arm, but was kicked firmly in the center, and his body retreated.

Before he could breathe, Zhao Xiang'er's fist came again, that punch did not attack the door again, but the body was slightly around, and a punch hit the waist, after Ning Changjiu barely caught the two punches, the movement was a little slower, but Zhao Xiang'er directly seized the opportunity and grabbed the arm, the muscles and bones on her forearm were twisted up, and the power exploded instantly, and Ning Changjiu's arm was pulled and pressed, and the body had also circled his back, and the hand was twisted to his back, and then a finger sword hit the back of his neck.

Between a few moves, Zhao Xiang'er was neat and neat, defeating Ning Changjiu head-on.

Ning Xiaoling on the side was thrilled, she knew that Sister Xiang'er's realm was much higher, but in her heart, the senior brother was also quite powerful, how could she pass a few rounds of moves, she never thought that these two moves would be taken by Sister Xiang'er.

Ning Changchang's arm was grabbed, and the back of his neck was pointed by the sword, he had to lean forward, kicking backwards with one leg, at the same time, the muscles and bones seemed to vibrate feathers, and the spiritual power between the bones suddenly became strong, wanting to get rid of Zhao Xiang'er's hands, and when his feet were just together, Zhao Xiang'er had already noticed that his toes kicked his calves, and then stepped on it hard, bent his knees and collided, hitting Ning Changjiu's knees and kneeling on one knee in the snow.

Zhao Xiang'er held down his body, the suppressed anger in his heart erupted, and in the spirit of fighting the prodigal son of Dengtu for the sake of eliminating harm, he punched him in the back, and Ning Changjiu's body was knocked out, and he rolled on the ground and smashed into the snowdrift.

Zhao Xiang'er clapped her hands and said proudly, "Are you still feeding your fists?"

Ning Changjiu loosened his numb arm and stood up from the snow, he looked at Zhao Xiang'er's calm and relaxed appearance, and suddenly felt that he was not only inferior to others, but also far from Zhao Xiang'er in fist and foot skills, he patted the snow on his shoulder, and said, "Since you ask Miss Zhao to feed your fist, how can there be any reason to give up halfway?"

Zhao Xiang'er said: "Then I won't spare any effort." ”

Ning Changjiu put out a fist fight according to the martial arts score in his memory, and his expression became more solemn: "Just make a move." ”

Zhao Xiang'er nodded: "If you can't stand begging for mercy, remember to be soft, don't be hard-mouthed." ”

Ning Changjiu frowned slightly, thinking about the speed of Zhao Xiang'er's punches, thinking about the way to parry, and said: "If I accidentally win a move and a half, Your Highness should not be angry." ”

Zhao Xiang'er snorted coldly: "I don't know whether to live or die." ”

She didn't want to put down multiple hands, but as soon as Ning Chang said this, the murderous aura on her body skyrocketed in an instant, just like Fang Cai, the black hair and white skirt shook silently, and her figure flashed, like a long electric light, and the afterimage was shocked, and a punch came.

Ning Changjiu barely saw this punch clearly, and the path of this punch was almost no different from the previous first punch.

His mind sank, but the four words "re-use the old technique" had not yet taken shape in Zhihai, but that punch seemed to break through the space of a punch, and the distance that was still some distance was narrowed in an instant, Ning Chang's pupils shrank suddenly, wanting to avoid its edge, but the movement of his body was always slower, and the punch had hit his forehead, causing him to lean back.

Zhao Xiang'er's face was indifferent, and he said: "There is no sincerity in the flamboyant tongue, and I dared to point a sword at me before, and I will punish you with ten punches first." ”

In the voice, Zhao Xiang'er's fist was like a shadow, Ning Changjiu's previously condensed figure had been dispersed by the first punch, and then the next step was slow and slow, all the fist movements were led by Zhao Xiang'er's nose, and he himself was not very familiar with boxing, and the few yin damage moves that he occasionally came up with were also nowhere to be used under Zhao Xiang'er's airtight offensive.

Zhao Xiang'er's complexion was like snow, and the bone joints on the tip of her fist were even more exquisite, looking like a jade that would break at the touch of a button, but after it was implemented, it had a force that was enough to collapse the steel, and a vigorous and abundant force exploded after the two of them met with fists and feet, and the surrounding space shook a circle of ripples, and after each collision, Ning Changjiu's body was forced to retreat a few steps.

Between advancing and retreating, Ning Changjiu's defensive momentum finally collapsed in a punch that Zhao Xiang'er hit his chest, Zhao Xiang'er seized the opportunity to dismantle all his remedial momentum, and the small fist hammered his chest like a drum, hitting him back again and again, and finally smashed out like a sandbag, slamming into the wall of the courtyard, his body sunk into the wall, and then slipped out after a while.

Zhao Xiang'er temporarily retracted her fists and asked coldly, "Is it enough?"

Ning Changjiu leaned his back against the wall, shook his head, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said, "Come again." ”

Zhao Xiang'er sneered, and when she came again, her hands blocked Ning for a long time, grabbed the shirt on his chest, pushed him hard, and smashed him into the wall again, without waiting for Ning to react for a long time, Zhao Xiang'er punched him again in front of him who wanted to get out of the wall, causing him to bleed from his nose and fall into the wall again.

Zhao Xiang'er was like making a specimen, no matter which part of Ning Changchang wanted to break free from the wall, she was ruthlessly smashed back.

After dozens of punches, Zhao Xiang'er seemed to be a little tired, she pulled out Ning Changjiu, who was deep in the wall, and then cut her elbow into his chest, knocking him in again.

Ning Changchang's face was covered with blood, he opened his swollen eyes, and looked at Zhao Xiang'er, still resolute.

Zhao Xiang'er frowned, bit her lip and said, "What can you do?"

As he spoke, he dragged him out again and threw him to the ground, kicking him in the waist and kicking him backwards and slipping out like a shovel, shoveling up high snow along the way.

At this moment, Ning Chang has been beaten so that he has almost no power to resist, his whole body is sore, his heart has accelerated, and between the expansion and contraction of a sound, there seems to be a hidden sound, like a baby's cry.

That touch of spiritual awareness was interrupted again by Zhao Xiang'er's fists and feet, and his whole person was lifted high, and he slammed into the snow that his body shoveled just now, Zhao Xiang'er stepped on his chest and asked condescendingly, "Is it enough?"

Ning Changjiu's chest was like a boulder, not to mention talking, it was particularly difficult for him to even breathe at the moment, but he still stretched out his hand, grabbed her ankle, and stretched out his hand to twist it violently, but the realm of the two was too different, Zhao Xiang'er's body was obviously so petite, but he didn't move in his strength, like a mountain that lived in peace.

Zhao Xiang'er took a deep breath, she was also a little upset about this young man who refused to beg for mercy, she twisted his chest with her toes, twisting him in pain, she recalled the conversation between Ning Changjiu and herself today, and the face that seemed to be smiling and a little undersigned made her unconsciously roll up her sleeves.

Even if she was ready, Ning Changjiu, who would still be beaten badly, felt a chill in her heart when she saw her roll up her sleeves.

Then, Ning Changjiu, who has always regarded herself as iron-clad in the yard, also pried her mouth open, and the first few screams were very muffled, but they became more and more tragic in the back, so that Ning Xiaoling couldn't bear to listen, she looked at the tragic situation of her senior brother, and regretted it in her heart, but she didn't stop it, after all, this should also be the senior brother's...... How to practice?

Well, Senior Brother's way of cultivating is really special.

She closed the door.

In the yard, Ning Changjiu, with the help of Zhao Xiang'er, slid into the sky and hit again, and finally Ning Changjiu fell scarred in the snow, his body bones were all painful, and he was no longer able to make any punches, and he didn't even have the strength to pretend to resist, but Zhao Xiang'er was sweating profusely, and her hands and feet were still hot.

In Zhao Xiang'er's scorching gaze, Ning Changjiu finally couldn't resist anymore, and raised his hand to say that he wanted a temporary truce.

In the room, Ning Xiaoling heard that there was no movement outside, so she opened the crack in the door and took a look, and she was relieved to see that Zhao Xiang'er was pulling her senior brother up.

Zhao Xiang'er grabbed a handful of snow, wiped the blood on his face, and sneered: "You are so weak that you dare to make a three-year appointment with me......? You're not going to take a bite of it, are you?"

Ning Chang wanted to refute, but he was so beaten that he couldn't say a word, and just snorted weakly.

Zhao Xiang'er grabbed him, and suddenly there was a flicker, as if something had fallen from Ning Changjiu's body to the ground.

Zhao Xiang'er frowned slightly, her fingers hooked, and the spiritual power covered the object that fell into the snow like silk, floating it out of thin air and hooking it to the palm of her hand.

That's a ...... Silver hairpin.

Zhao Xiang'er asked, "Why do you have such a thing on you? Which woman's?"

Ning Chang opened his swollen eyes and took a look, although he didn't see it clearly, but vaguely remembered that it was the hairpin that Lu dowry borrowed that day, and Lu dowry did not ask for it at that time, so he forgot to return it, and kept it by his side, thinking that he would return it to her when he returned to the sect after Chinese New Year's Eve.

Ning Xiaoling, who was standing behind the crack in the door, also thought about it, and before she could defend her senior brother, she saw Zhao Xiang'er holding the silver hairpin in her hand, and said with a smile: "Oh, I remember, this is Miss Lu's thing, I didn't expect you, who called yourself a righteous gentleman just now, not only stole other people's personal things, but also hid them privately, I didn't expect you to have this kind of habit, you are really a righteous gentleman." ”

Ning Xiaoling looked at Zhao Xiang'er's fierce appearance, knowing that her senior brother was going to be unlucky again, so she hurriedly closed the door, got back into the quilt, and covered her ears.

Ning Chang wanted to defend himself, but where could he say anything at the moment, Zhao Xiang'er played with the silver hairpin for a while, and then pressed him to the ground and beat him again, as a punishment for having this strange collecting habit.

Then, he was grabbed by Zhao Xiang'er by the collar, dragged into the house, boiled half a jar of water, and asked Ning Xiaoling to treat his injuries for him, while he went to the next room to cultivate.

Ning Xiaoling wrung out the hot towel, wiped the wounds on his body for him, and said with tears in his eyes: "Senior brother, why don't you practice in the future, Sister Xiang'er is not light or heavy, what if I break my senior brother?"

Ning lay on the bed for a long time, his muscles were tearing pain, and under the stimulation of this severe pain, he could keenly perceive that in the depths of the Purple Mansion, something seemed to be beating uneasily, it was like a chicken that kept pecking at the eggshell, and every punch that Zhao Xiang'er threw on his body was actually knocking on the door.

It's just that his monastic door is like a complete iron plate, and there is no gap in sight, and it is desperately strong.

Ning Xiaoling wiped the wound on his back, while Ning Changchang twisted his eyebrows and said in a weak voice: "Continue tomorrow." ”

Ning Xiaoling cried with a sad face: "If Senior Brother kills Sister Xiang'er, how can I avenge you?"

Ning Chang said: "Don't worry, you can't die......"

Ning Xiaoling said: "Senior brother is really strong, if it were me, I would definitely beg for mercy without two punches." ”

Ning Changchang sighed in his heart, if he didn't know that Zhao Xiang'er couldn't kill him, I would definitely not have the confidence to withstand so many punches from her, and I don't know where such a big punch came from in that small body, especially when she grabbed a few punches in the hairpin, he was so angry that he almost fell unconscious.

Ning Chang's eyebrows trembled, because he had only woken up for a short time, and his body did not have too much sleepiness, so the perception of pain stimulated him more clearly, this pain was different from the past, when he fought with the snow fox that day, the blade pierced his chest, pierced his back, and the spasmodic pain all over his body was many times worse than now, but he didn't have such a sense of powerlessness at the moment, and the feeling of powerlessness was derived from fear.

Fear welled up in his heart.

His current sea of qi is like a bottomless abyss, and in his sober perception now, he seems to be standing on the edge of the abyss, and he can clearly perceive that there is a heartbeat hidden in the abyss.

It was as if something was about to break out of the darkness at any moment, swallow itself, and replace it.

He hated this feeling, and when he was mentally weak, he even had the urge to tear the Qi Sea and Purple Mansion apart.

"Senior brother?" Ning Xiaoling saw that he had been closing his eyes and frowning, his spirit was very wrong, and he hurriedly called him.

The consciousness that was originally hovering on the edge of the abyss was pulled back, Ning Changchang was sweating profusely, and suddenly opened his eyes, and saw Ning Xiaoling's pretty face full of worry, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He became more and more sure that there was something in the depths of his qi that lured him.

He stuck to his mind and temporarily filled in the gaps in his state of mind.

Soon after, the exhaustion of his body and mind still weighed him down, but he did not sleep for long, and he woke up again after half an hour.

When he woke up, he vaguely remembered that he had a dream in which he saw a red sun, and in the center of that sun, there were countless complex and straight lines like fine lines of fireworks, and it was vaguely a huge microcosm of a majestic city.

The red sunset was carrying the infinitely huge city towards him, but he was not afraid in the dream, and he subconsciously felt that this huge red sun should be prostrate at his feet, surrendering and trembling.

And this pride in looking down on the world was quickly broken.

When I woke up, I was clean and white

Zhao Xiang'er in the skirt clasped her hands around her chest, leaned against the door, turned the silver hairpin in her hand, looked at him with a smile, and asked, "Have you rested?" ”

Ning Chang was taken aback, he thought Zhao Xiang'er was joking, but it didn't take long for him to be dragged up by her again, Ning Xiaoling symbolically stopped him, and then wiped his dry cheeks and sent his senior brother out.

Zhao Xiang'er looked at him and said seriously: "I think it is difficult to make a big breakthrough in a short period of time with such a fist feeding." ”

Ning Chang looked at her in horror: "What do you want to do?"

Zhao Xiang'er frowned and said, "Didn't you ask me to feed my fists? What kind of expression do you have?

Ning Changchang straightened his face and asked, "What does Miss Zhao propose?"

Zhao Xiang'er bowed his head and said: "Forging the body and refining the soul pay attention to heavy pressure, since you are only one line away from entering the Xuan, then there must not be any time slack, from now on, every half an hour, I will feed you a fist, when feeding the fist, you are only allowed to take a breath, and a few punches can be blocked in one breath, and the next round will start after one breath, do you understand?"

Ning felt the pain of tearing between his muscles and bones for a long time, erased the retreat in his heart, and made up his mind: "Just listen to Miss Zhao's orders." ”

Zhao Xiang'er was quite satisfied with his perseverance, and said, "If you really can't stand it, you can tell me." ”

Ning Chang asked, "What do you say?"

Zhao Xiang'er smiled and said, "Just shout three times to spare your life." ”

Ning Changjiu also sneered.

Zhao Xiang'er looked at his smile and smashed it with a punch without warning.

After Ning Chang barely resisted a few moves, he could no longer resist the attack, and could only defend passively, his body retreating under the rounds of bombardment, and he was smashed into the wall or pressed to the ground over and over again, and he was met with a hearty beating.

These days were spent "peacefully" like this.

The white lady and them seem to have an inexplicable tacit understanding, both sides did not rashly make a move, time passed day by day, Zhao Xiang'er in addition to the daily practice and help Ning long-term boxing, also felt a wisp of unease, she looked at the red moon hanging high, knowing where her uneasiness came from, so she would stand silently in the courtyard every day for a while, weighing the extent to which her body had recovered, in order to cut this round of red moon.

......

These days, Ning Changjiu has changed a lot of clothes, and Zhao Xiang'er's "boxing" time and boxing method are becoming less and less exquisite.

For example, when eating, Ning Changjiu complained that today's meal was too hard, and then after Ning Xiaoling learned that today was Zhao Xiang'er's cooking, he was just beaten and it was not easy to eat a bite, so he was dragged into the courtyard by Zhao Xianger in the name of learning and beaten severely.

Since then, in addition to being beaten every day, Ning Changjiu has also had one more task, cooking.

And when Ning Changjiu was resting, he talked about some sword theory with Zhao Xiang'er, and there were disputes between the two, and Zhao Xiang'er often suggested that practice would bring out true knowledge, and when she dragged Ning Changjiu's nose and swollen face back, Ning Changjiu praised her for the exquisite sword theory.

And for these times, Ning Changjiu silently remembered them one by one, thinking that one day he would have to get back the field. This fighting spirit certainly motivates him, but it also has a negative impact.

Sometimes when Ning slept for a long time, he would dream of some "real thoughts", and after these thoughts were accidentally heard by Zhao Xiang'er, he would be dragged up and dragged to the courtyard to learn martial arts.

And he didn't even know what he was saying.

But at the same time, Ning Changjiu's body did continue to recover, from being beaten without resistance at the beginning, to ten days later, he was able to disassemble a few moves and be defeated again, he often thought about who he would win and who would lose if he was in the same realm.

This idea was seen through by Zhao Xiang'er, and she agreed to have a competition with him.

And this battle didn't last long, in the fifth move, Ning Changjiu's fist accidentally hit the place where it shouldn't be, his arm stiffened for a while, and then he saw Zhao Xiang'er's cold face.

She grabbed his arm with her backhand, and pressed it with all the strength she had.

That day, Ning Xiaoling heard an unprecedented scream in the house.

And that day, I don't know if Zhao Xiang'er felt guilty about being too focused on herself, and actually took care of him personally for a while.

Zhao Xiang'er sat on the side and asked, "Will you hate me?"

Ning Changchang said weakly: "The fist I asked you to feed, this matter is hard for you." ”

Zhao Xiang'er was silent for a while and asked, "Then why did you say that when you were sleeping?"

Ning Chang frowned and said, "I...... What did you say?"

Zhao Xiang'er said: "You often call me by name, if you don't hold a grudge against me, why do you often call me by name?"

Ning Changjiu pursed his lips and asked again, "Did I say anything else?"

Zhao Xiang'er said coldly: "What else do you want to say?"

Ning didn't speak for a long time.

Zhao Xiang'er hesitated for a while and said, "If you still want to call my name in your dreams in the future, remember to bring my surname with you, don't let people misunderstand." ”

"......" Ning Changjiu suddenly felt a little headache.

And after saying this, Zhao Xiang'er was a little annoyed for no reason, she grabbed Ning Changjiu's ear, and pulled him up from the bed: "Hey fist." ”

Ning Changsheng followed out without love.

What made him even more desperate was that Zhao Xiang'er found two peachwood swords out of nowhere, and she threw one to him: "Aren't you bad at fists and feet?

Ning Chang took a breath: "Your Highness, this sword has no eyes......"

Zhao Xiang'er waved the peachwood sword, quite satisfied, and said coldly: "Look at the sword." ”

Ning Chang's scream refreshed history one day after another, not that his true swordsmanship was too low, but that his current body couldn't perform a subtle swordsmanship at all.

Time passed with such difficulty, and after Ning Changjiu woke up every day, he would have to learn boxing or swordsmanship with her, and he often wondered if she was feeding herself boxing or using herself as a sandbag.

It's just that even if he is hammered like this, his bottleneck of entering the mystery still can't be shaken for a long time, and over time, even Zhao Xiang'er can't understand it, wondering if his body has been cursed by people, why is it so abnormal.

When it was nearly a month, one day, Ning Xiaoling was taking care of his senior brother who was lying in bed, but Ning Changjiu suddenly opened his eyes.

"Something isn't right. Ning Chang said.

Ning Xiaoling asked, "Hmm, what's wrong with Senior Brother?"

Ning Changchang said seriously: "Zhao Xiang'er hasn't beaten me for an hour and a half. ”

Ning Xiaoling sneered and said, "Senior brother is still addicted to beatings, isn't he?"

Ning Changjiu shook his head slowly and asked, "Where did she go?"

Ning Xiaoling thought for a while, shook her head and said, "I don't know, she asked me to take good care of my senior brother when I got up this morning, and then I didn't see her, I should go to ......"

As she spoke, Ning Xiaoling's speech slowed down.

She and Ning Changjiu glanced at each other, and saw panic in each other's expressions.

......

On the bank of the Yellow Spring, Zhao Xiang'er stood near the water, and on the opposite bank of her, in an old wheelchair, Mrs. Bai sat quietly, and behind her, a young man with his head bowed pushed the wheelchair and brought her to the shore of the Yellow Spring.

......

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