As soon as Fu Sheng left, everyone had a heated discussion in the Literature Pavilion.

"Master, what are you trying to do? Let me wait for him at the tree bridge, why don't you take us down the mountain?" Fat Bean scratched his head.

Xu Fan said: "Go down the mountain, Fat Bean, what you think is too beautiful, he wants to punish us, not reward us!"

Qu Yanluo slapped Xu Fan on the shoulder with a palm and scolded: "It's all your fault!

"What's wrong with me, it's obviously because of him who is a stingy ghost!" Xu Fan looked at Feng Fu with disdain, and put his hands crossed on his chest.

Feng Su tightened his fists again, stared at Xu Fan, didn't say a word, and walked away alone.

Fat Bean hurriedly caught up, blocked in front of the wind, and said to him: "Third Senior Brother, don't be angry, I am friends with you, and Xu Fan is also friends, and everyone here is my Fat Bean's friends." You can try to make more friends, can't you?"

Feng Fu was unmoved, and coldly squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "I, I don't need friends!"

After speaking, he went straight around the fat bean and walked out of the Literature Pavilion.

Fat Bean was angry and helpless, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Seeing this situation, everyone stopped making a fuss, and Yichuan went to the library to read. Qu Yanluo also went to the river to practice swordsmanship.

Although Fu Sheng did not formally teach them swordsmanship, Qu Yanluo not only learned some swordsmanship since childhood, but also saw his master dance swords in the past three years.

Now that Jin Dan has been cultivated, it is time to practice swordsmanship well, so that her mother can also move her muscles and bones.

And Xu Fan, naturally, followed Qu Yanluo to the river, ready to annoy her.

Qu Yanluo held the wooden sword in one hand, kicked the ground on the tip of her right foot, and jumped up.

I only heard the sound of the sword sounding, Qu Yanluo seemed to be weak, but the sword danced with strength, but it was not light.

This wooden sword is already lightweight, even rough in workmanship, with some potholes, and it looks very childish.

But at this time, the dull wooden sword was like a sharp blade in Qu Yanluo's hand, flying in the air, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the grass on the ground danced with it.

Qu Yanluo flew in the air, dancing with a sword, and her white clothes fluttered with it, and a few strands of hair stuck to her white face.

Maybe it's because she's too engaged, and her eyes are a little murderous. The sword is neat and the action is beautiful!

Suddenly, Qu Yanluo held the sword and turned to Xu Fan in mid-air, revealing a light smile. However, he only laughed for a moment, and it was gone in a blink of an eye.

Xu Fan was stunned, and that shallow smile was deeply imprinted in his mind. Suddenly, he went into a trance.

A picture comes to mind, a wide street, crowded with people, chattering and talking.

Xu Fan also stood in the crowd and covered his ears unbearably. Suddenly, a man shouted in the distance: "The royal carriage is coming, everyone get out of the way!"

The crowd hurriedly stood on both sides of the road, and the scene fell silent, and everyone fell to their knees. Xu Fan didn't know why, but he hurriedly knelt down.

The sound of a rolling carriage was heard, and three horses were led down the street by three people, and on the carriage sat two golden seats, one male and one female, dressed in fine clothes, and wearing a golden crown of hair. They all closed their eyes, their hands folded, their lips moving slightly, and they were reading something.

In front of the golden chair, there were five women, all dressed in gorgeous clothes, kneeling straight and upright, also with their hands folded and their eyes closed. There is one exception!

Among them, a young girl looks delicate and cute, wearing a heavy golden dress, one hand gently hammers her leg, her back is slightly bent, her beautiful long hair is draped behind her, her face is a little sleepy, and her eyes are slightly empty.

Among the people who knelt on the side of the street, Xu Fan was the only one who secretly raised his head to look at the people in the carriage.

The girl also noticed him, and suddenly refreshed herself, straightened her back, folded her hands, and showed a shallow smile at Xu Fan, as if she was pretending to be dignified and elegant.

Xu Fan looked at her contrived appearance and felt cute and funny, so he lowered his head and smiled secretly.

The girl happened to drive in front of Xu Fan at this time, and noticed that Xu Fan was snickering, so she suddenly opened her eyes wide, stuck out her tongue at Xu Fan, and hurriedly turned her head.

"Hey, annoying, what are you doing in a daze??"

Xu Fan woke up suddenly, looking at Qu Yanluo, who was panting and sweating in front of him, and was a little panicked. Hurriedly shook his head and said, "Nothing, nothing!"

Qu Yanluo raised an eyebrow, pouted and said, "Your hair is too ugly!"

As he spoke, he walked behind Xu Fan and helped him straighten his crooked ponytail. Laughing: "Okay." ”

Xu Fan's heart was beating fast, as if his secret had suddenly been seen through, he was flustered, and he didn't care about whether his hair looked good or not.

Panicked and said, "I...... I'll go back and rest first!" After saying that, he hurriedly got up from the ground and ran away.

Qu Yanluo looked dazed and muttered to herself: "Inexplicable!"

The sky was slightly bright, and the blue plum trees stood coldly on the wooden bridge, rustling with the breeze. This wooden bridge is also known as the "Tree Bridge".

The sword aura on the side of the tree bridge was horizontal, and there were two people fighting fiercely, constantly making the sound of "rubbing" with sword blades colliding. It's just that the sound isn't so crisp.

I saw that the wooden sword in Qu Yanluo's hand was glowing with a faint aura, and it kept hitting Yichuan, but it was instantly blocked by the "Yuehua Sword".

The Yuehua Sword glowed with a snow-white aura, very dazzling, and it seemed that it could cut off the wooden sword in the next second, but the wooden sword was not to be outdone, and it was as hard as a piece of steel.

The two spirit swords kept colliding, and the two of them also leaped for a while, and sank for a while. The body rotates in the air, and the fight is fierce and exciting.

"Second Senior Brother, you lost!" Qu Yanluo's last sword was full of force, striking on the Yuehua sword.

In an instant, the Yuehua Sword flew out of Yichuan's hand and fell to the ground.

Qu Yanluo was pointing at Yichuan with a sword, raised an eyebrow, and smiled proudly.

Ichikawa lost his sword, and he was a little surprised. He hurriedly smiled again and said, "The sixth senior sister is really powerful!

Hearing a burst of applause and laughter, Fusheng, who was not far away, saw the wonderful competition between the two early.

Fu Sheng clapped his hands, walked over, touched his beard again, and said meaningfully: "You two, are you preparing to leave the school by yourself?"

When the two of them saw Fu Sheng, they slowly flew down from mid-air.

The two of them arched their hands and said, "Master......"

Qu Yanluo said again: "Master, we came too early, and we were a little bored and tried our swordsmanship, which is considered practice, not ...... Brawl, right?"

Fu Sheng smiled and said, "Of course you can compete, but ah, both of you have great weaknesses in swordsmanship. ”

Yichuan stretched out his hand to cast a spell, and the Yuehua sword obediently fell back into his hand, and he put the sword back into the scabbard and said, "Master, please advise!"

Fu Sheng touched his beard and said slowly: "The most important point in a fight is that the weapon cannot be left in the hand. Whether it's a sword or a knife, as long as you leave your hand, then you won't be far from losing! Therefore, the problem with Yichuan is that his strength is not enough! Holding the sword is unstable!"

Yichuan nodded and said, "Master Xie for your guidance!"

Qu Yanluo hurriedly asked again, "What about me, Master?"

Fu Sheng said: "You, the strength is enough." However, the sword moves are not delicate enough, you keep attacking, but you don't know how to dodge, and the moves are too brutal.

If Yichuan flew directly to dodge your sword just now and hit you with a palm, you might forget to dodge and be hit directly until you vomit blood!"

When Qu Yanluo heard this, it seemed that this was indeed the case, and she nodded a little embarrassedly, and said, "Master Xie advises." ”