Arya swirled like a dancer's light steps, and with a flick of her body, she stood in front of Silio, her graceful figure facing to her side, her narrow sword pointed at the hound.

Walk like a shadow.

Light as a cloud.

"Hound dog, please leave, don't sabotage our sword practice!"

The hound took off his dog helmet and said coldly, "Silio, do you want to hide behind the little girl?"

"Never!" said Silio with a grin, "but I'm glad that little girls care so much about my life. He stepped out from behind Arya with his trademark sunny smile on his face, as if he had never been sad or distressed.

"Celio—" Arya said.

Silio turned, raised a hand, and smiled: "A true swordsman never flinches in the face of his enemies, never evades, and never fears. ”

Arya's big eyes flickered, and she stopped persuading.

Celio walked up to the hound.

The hounds asked him to come nearer, and he drew closer.

The hound leaned over and whispered in Celio's ear, who first widened his eyes exaggeratedly, then put away his funny expression with a serious face, and finally looked up at the hound with a cautious gaze.

The hounds were much taller and stronger than him.

"Worth ten golden dragons?!" the hound asked. He had to make sure he had paid off his debts.

"Ten golden dragons, deal. Celio nodded.

"You and I are clear. "The hounds drove into the nails.

"Two clears!" said Silio with certainty.

"I'm going to fight you in a public duel, and I'm going to fight you to the death. Hound said lightly.

"As you wish!" said Celio, smiling and graceful, as if he had received a beautiful gift.

"Well, I'll apply to the king for duel day. ”

"Waiting for you at any time. Celio's trademark happy smile was on his face again.

And the hounds are as cold as the frozen rocks of the north.

The hound snorted, put on his helmet, stepped on the horse, and with a soft shout, the horse had to run away along the river.

Syrio and Arya watched the hound go away, and Cyrio smiled, "Come on, Arya, let's continue with today's dance lesson." ”

"You're going to fight the hounds?" asked Arya.

"Of course, no one can stop someone who wants to die. Cyrio grinned and tapped the tip of Arya's sword with the tip of his sword, "Come on, it's time for us to dance." ”

Jingle Bell!

"I don't want to practice anymore, let's take a sip of water first. ”

"Yes!" said Mr. Silio. He put away his sword and turned it behind his back.

Arya suddenly activated, stabbing her teacher in the chest with a sword.

The chest area is large, and it is easy to get your hands on.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" exclaimed Mr. Cyrio, his face was terrified, and he didn't know that he was pretending to be immortal. He spun around, and Arya's thorn missed.

However, Arya took the lead and was unforgiving, killing the teacher with several swords, causing the teacher to retreat again and again. The teacher's face was exaggerated, and the sword in his right hand was busy and clanging, parrying Arya's swift sword moves, while shouting: "Oops, Arya, you're cheating, you said drink water first, you haven't shouted yet." ”

Arya didn't pay any attention to it, the shuriken floated like a cloud, the posture was as graceful as flowing water, with a strong attack, the tip of the sword suddenly on the teacher's chest, but a small semicircle, to the teacher's lower abdomen, and when the teacher's sword followed, the tip of the sword had already retracted, and suddenly stabbed the teacher's wrist, the teacher's sword circle turned to block, and Arya's sword tip pointed at the teacher's knee again.

Both of them are fast and fast, coming and going freely, their left hands are behind their backs, their waists are straight, and they are sword dancing elves.

In the end, the sword light is like a rainbow, and in the sunlight it seems to become two silver circles, reflecting the clear river, the gentle breeze, the sun and the woods, the beach and the shallow grass, the two dancers fight, fighting and fighting, and the scenery is beautiful.

Hiss!

There was a tearing sound of cloth.

A very slight metallic sound followed: choke-

Arya jumped out of the sword circle abruptly, the embroidery needle had been put into the sheath, her hands were on her back, and her small body stood straight, like a proud dancing elf, and smiled: "Teacher, you lost!"

Silio's exaggerated stunned expression looked at the small leather vest on his chest that was cut by the sword, and laughed: "Haha, ghost elf Arya, if you don't strike first, if you don't force me to the front of the sun, can you succeed?"

"When you are against the enemy, you should be unprepared to attack him, and when you are against the enemy, you should pay attention to the light, wind, and shadow. ”

"Yes, I taught you, but you have to accompany my leather vest. I didn't say I cut my vest and didn't accompany me, did I?"

"Think about the promise you owe me, whatever I ask of you, you must promise me and do it. Arya smiled, confident as if she were a worthy dance teacher.

"Of course, but you'll have to accompany me in the leather vest first, you won't be fooled. ”

"Next time, I'll pay you together. Arya smiled, "Syrio-sensei, I want you to make good on your promise now. ”

"What promise?"

"Whatever I ask you to do, you will do it, anything, any difficulty, just one thing, immediately, immediately, ......immediately"

"Of course, but I can go to the toilet first, right, oops, my stomach hurts all of a sudden. Cyrio ran into the woods with a puff of smoke, "Arya, don't come here, well, it stinks, it stinks, it stinks, it stink......s, it stinks, it smells

Arya didn't care, and shouted: "Teacher, I want you to tell me, what the hound said to you just now, it is worth ten gold dragons, tell me quickly, otherwise I will come." ”

"Little wolf girl, let me tell you. A voice was clear, blonde hair peeked out from behind the bushes, and Prince Joffrey came out with a proud but playful smile, "Little wolf girl, I ordered the hound to kill your dance teacher, yes, that's it, hehe, is your sword a sword? Haha, hahaha!"

Behind the bushes came a white-clad guard.

Choking ——!

Prince Joffrey drew his sword: "Look at my sword, the ball on the hilt is made of pure gold, carved with the crown buck, the supreme crest of my family. The sword was made by the best blacksmith in the city, Master Tob Mott, I call him Lionfang, little wolf girl, come, let me try your sewing needle, rest assured, I will not scratch your little face. ”

From behind the woods, Silio shouted, "Don't fight the prince, Arya, you'll stab him." Hey, I'll tell you what the hound told me when I'm done, Arya, did you hear that?"

Bite!

Arya pulled out her embroidery needle, stood on her back hand, her posture revealed a faint grace, and said coldly, "Come on, Joffrey-"