When Streamer woke up the next day, he found that he had slept in bed, and Weaving Dream was no longer in the room, so he grabbed a messy head of his hair and ran into the yard, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily, those two are still there!

Weaving Dream fell asleep in a bamboo rocking chair with her head tilted, her body was draped in a white robe, her sleeping face was as beautiful as a picture scroll, and even the morning sun favored her, gently falling between her eyebrows.

The streamer saw that his breathing slowed down a little, for fear of disturbing Weaving Dream's sleep.

Zhu'an squatted in the yard holding a firewood knife to cut wood, and Streamer ran over and squatted in front of him.

"Morning, what are you doing, Brother Zhuan?"

Zhu'an glanced at him, and continued the movements in his hand, with a gentle expression, "Early, I'll make a collapse for her, and I'll make do with it for a few days." ”

There were still three days before the Tuoba Festival began, and they were going to stay here for two days, so in order to make Weaving Dream sleep more comfortably, he went to find wood in the morning, if nothing else, it was okay to kill time, after all, they had nothing to prepare.

Streamer's eyes widened, this and this...... This makes him a little jealous!! these two people are too much!

He squatted next to him and watched for a while, a little distracted, Zhu An was only wearing a white single coat, and the cuffs were rolled up in half, revealing a white and solid forearm. Unhurried, calm and powerful in his hand, the piece of wood he was holding in his slender fingers changed its appearance with a single knife. Even doing such trivial tasks is patient and meticulous, calm and elegant, and the picture is pleasing to the eye, as if he is not doing some miscellaneous work of cutting wood, but holding a long sword at the end.

Streamer's heart moved, and he asked, "Brother Zhu'an, can you use the remaining wood to sharpen a sword for me?"

Zhu'an stopped what he was doing and looked up at him, "Why? I'm ready to participate in the competition but I don't even have my own sword?"

After a while, he replied, "Isn't this preparing now?"

"With all due respect, even if you can rely on the strength of others to become king, you will soon be eliminated. ”

Streamer stood up anxiously and said very seriously: "But I have to be!"

Zhu'an looked at him and sighed after a while.

"I know, I don't know what you want to do, but I hope you do what you can. ”

Streamer almost jumped up in ecstasy, but finally couldn't help but nod heavily, "I will!

Zhu'an didn't understand what this guy wanted to do, and he was full of weirdness. Although I didn't notice any malice towards them, I always felt that the kid was hiding something.

Streamer watched the piece of wood change in Zhu'an's hand, and soon it became a wooden sword, and he almost felt as if Zhu'an had cast some immortal magic.

His eyes widened and he exclaimed, "Mrs. is amazing!"

Zhu'an quickly sharpened a sword out, and carefully polished it, and when he handed it to the streamer, it was already a wooden sword that was extremely smooth and delicate to the touch, and a lotus flower was carved on the hilt, which was longer than his

It's shorter, and the blade is more slender, so it's just right for a fourteen-year-old child.

The streamer took it and felt very good, and waved it twice in his hand, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

"Brother Zhu'an, can you carve another name on my sword?"

The wooden sword was sharpened and he didn't care about this trivial matter, and asked patiently, "What do you want to engrave?"

Streamer held the sword in both hands and obediently handed it back to Zhu'an, and said with a smile: "Just engrave my name!"

Zhu'an took it back again, and engraved two words "streamer" on the sword body, his words are delicate and graceful, flowing water, and the pen is like a cloud of smoke.

A sword that looks like it.

The streamer took it back into his hand, he was so excited that he couldn't restrain the excitement in his heart, and he began to wave the wooden sword in the small courtyard in a disorderly manner.

Extremely bad sword.

Don't say anything about swordsmanship, he uses even the most basic sword moves in a mess.

Seeing that Zhu An's brows furrowed, not only did this guy not have his own sword, he didn't even know how to use a sword!

"You still want to go to the competition? I don't think you can even make it past the preliminary round. "Very pertinent assessment, no exaggeration.

The streamer wilted instantly.

Zhu'an stepped forward, took the sword in his hand, and said softly, "I'll only teach you once." It's up to you how much you can learn!"

Streamer's eyes lit up, and he almost ran over and knelt down, shouting excitedly: "Brother Chase, Hero! Master, you want to take me as an apprentice!"

Zhu'an glanced at him, then at the sleeping girl behind her, and put her fingers on her lips, "Shhh

Streamer covered his mouth, nodded, and lowered his voice extraordinarily, "Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

Zhu'an held the wooden sword, and danced in the courtyard to forget the swordsmanship that Forget Worry taught him, which was very simple, without any complicated moves, and it was extremely elegant and pleasing to the eye.

Streamer remembered it after reading it once, and asked secretly, "Master Zhu'an, will this be too simple?"

Zhu'an put away the sword in a dashing manner, and Wen Yan said: "I didn't teach you anything, you don't need to call me master." Although this swordsmanship is simple, it has its own wonders, you have to remember that the sword is born from the heart, not in the form, but in the mind, with the heart, with the blade. ”

Streamer's eyes widened, and he was impressed by the appearance of that person standing with a sword, and a wave of admiration surged in his heart, this is the person he wants to be! Holding the sword and saying something extraordinarily reasonable, this demeanor is simply perfect! However, although it is particularly yearning, he does not understand the meaning, he scratches his head, and asks embarrassedly: "Master Zhu'an, I don't understand a little!"

Zhu'an reluctantly handed him the sword, "Don't be in a hurry, practice the sword to be calm, don't be impatient, slowly you will understand." ”

Streamer took the sword as if he didn't understand, and grabbed his short hair, "Then Master Zhu'an, what should I do if I encounter an enemy stronger than myself?"

Zhu An returned to the pile of wood, and after hearing this, he thought about it, and Wen Yan replied: "In the face of an enemy stronger than yourself,

If you don't have the ability to overcome, at least you have the determination to die. ”

Streamer stood in place holding the wooden sword, the weight in his hand seemed to become very heavy, and something in his heart was lit up.

Weaving Dream woke up early, she lay in the rocking chair and didn't move, squinting at Zhu'an. Although from her point of view, she could only see a little bit of white skin under the sleeves that Zhu An rolled up.

Suddenly I felt very satisfied.

After coming out of the Phantom Flower Underground Palace, she felt that she had grown up, and the feeling of growing up was very strange, although she still felt that there were many unsatisfactory places, but she now had a lot of courage to face it.

She is really grateful to have such a person who stands firmly by her side.

Streamer was clumsily practicing swordsmanship on the side, and Weaving Dream couldn't help but smack his tongue when he saw it, this kid was too stupid! Although Zhu'an hadn't taught her, she remembered that set of swordsmanship after watching too much.

But the little man's movements were extremely clumsy, and when he swung his sword out, he stumbled on his left foot and fell on his right foot. As far as she looked, she had already fallen three times, and the sound of falling heavily on the ground made people tremble, but the streamer gritted her teeth and didn't scream because of Zhu'an's advice, and when she fell, she always lowered her voice and snorted, and quickly got up.

It's stupid to be able to!

Weaving Dream sat up, his robe sliding onto his lap.

Seeing the streamer fall again, she couldn't help but open her mouth.

"Hey, little man, are you practicing wrestling?"

Zhu'an's gaze drifted from afar, and Weaving Dream smiled and winked at him.

When the streamer heard this, he jumped up from the ground in a rage, rushed to her side and shouted: "Practice swords! Do you understand! I'm practicing swords! Also, don't call me a dwarf!"

"Who's supposed to be who!"

"Damn!"

Streamer rushed over with his wooden sword in a puff, about to stab at Dream Weaver.

Weaving Dream sat on the chair unhurriedly, and when the streamer rushed over, he lightly leaned over and took it with him, clasping the streamer's wrist.

Streamer was almost forced to kneel.

This posture was very coercive, and the streamer cried out in panic, "Hey, hey, what are you doing?"

Weaving Dream covered his red lips with his other hand and laughed, his eyes were a little more cunning, "Little man, I'll teach you!"

"I'm scared!!"

Weaving Dream clasped his wrist, and with a lot of strength in his hand, he took him out of the sword, which was regarded as teaching him hand-in-hand.

Although it was as uncomfortable as being lifted by the collar, Streamer was surprised to find that the sword moves that Weaving Dream danced with him were exactly the same as those of the Chase Envoy.

He couldn't help but ask, "You, you, your martial arts are the same?"

Weaving Dream shook her head, "No. ”

"Then why do you do this?"

"Well, you'll have to watch it once, isn't it...... You still don't?"

“......”

Streamer only felt that the wooden sword in his hand sank a little more.