Waking up one night, still immersed in the excitement of practicing the Drifting Snow Swordsmanship, Azule pulled out his sword and used it casually, it was the first type of the Drifting Snow Swordsmanship, "Flying Snow", only to feel that the swordsmanship was really like a snowflake in the sky, shrouding all directions, revealing a heavy killing intention. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info But I feel that when I use a long sword to make this move, the sword momentum can't make it old, and the momentum of tossing and turning is limited, and if it's a short sword, it can really be more powerful. Azule couldn't wait to use the remaining five styles one by one to make sure that he remembered nothing wrong, but due to the limited space in the tent, Azul decided to continue to take the opportunity to practice in the open field as usual.

Azule didn't know how long he had slept this night, a caravan guy who was quite familiar with him told him that he had slept for a day and a night, and Miss Yi had come to look for him in the middle, but he didn't bother when he saw that you were sleeping deeply.

Azul didn't think much about it, and walked towards Qingzhuo's tent with the tenderness and sweetness of the harvest. When he came to the outside of the tent, he beckoned inside: "Qingzhuo, Qingzhuo, can I come in?" I didn't hear the sound inside, but Qingzhuo was not in the tent, and was running around worried that she was hurt, and planned to look around. But he heard Qingzhuo's voice in the tent: "Come in." ”

Azule smiled and opened the curtain to enter, only to see Qingzhuo sitting with his back to the door curtain, and he could only see a back. "Qingzhuo, what's the condition of your injuries? I thought you were wandering around regardless of your injuries, but when I saw that you didn't answer, I was trying to look for you everywhere. Azule sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere and quickly explained.

With a "plop", Qing Zhuo actually laughed, then turned around, with a smile on his face, stood up, and said: "My good sister once said that once a man gets it, he won't pay attention to it, I'm really worried that you are also such a person, I hope you are not such a person." After Qing Zhuo finished speaking, he took two quick steps, came to Asur's side, pulled Azule into the tent with an embarrassed face, and asked him to sit beside him.

"This Jinchuang medicine really works, I feel that my arm can move freely for a day and a night, and I want to ask you to help me with the medicine, but you sleep deeply, and I didn't wake you up, I messed up a little bit myself. Qing Zhuo changed from a cold and arrogant to a chattering little woman, which relieved the embarrassed Azule.

"Qingzhuo, let me help you check the injury, but I have been an apprentice in the medical hall for more than half a year. Azule also became naughty, pretending to be old-fashioned, and made a gesture to pounce, startling Qingzhuo.

"You... You... Don't mess around, last time was a last resort, if you want to get close... I'll wait until I tell my parents. Qing Zhuo saw Azule's posture, but he panicked, covered his chest and took two steps back, blushing with shame.

"Hahahaha, I'm that kind of person, don't worry, I still have to work hard to practice swords, and get the favor and approval of your parents as soon as possible. When Azule saw Qingzhuo's posture, he was joking, and immediately changed his demeanor and said.

Qing Zhuo's mentality went up and down several times, and then he calmed down, took the initiative to take Azule's hand and said, "I'll wait for you." As I said before, you have mastered too few sword moves now, I thought about it, I will teach you some basic and commonly used sword moves first, what do you think?"

Seeing that Qing Zhuo was thinking about himself everywhere, Azule was moved in his heart, forced himself to drive away those beautiful ideas in his mind, took Qing Zhuo's other hand and said, "Thank you, Qing Zhuo, I will not disappoint you." By the way, I have another set of swordsmanship, which is the main attack, but I have been practicing the main sword technique before, so I haven't practiced it yet, and I'll see how I can practice it for you now? But your injuries haven't healed, why don't you wait until you're fully healed?"

"Then we'll wait a few more hours, and in the evening, as usual, we'll find an open place to practice our swords, but my sword wound will affect us to hunt the robbers." Qing Zhuo took Azule's hand and said excitedly.

Seeing that Qing Zhuo was as aura as a lark on the grassland when he spoke, his two big eyes seemed to be flashing with light, and the long eyelashes on them were very beautiful with the tone of his speech, and he was stunned for a while.

Qing Zhuo's mind was still on practicing swords and how to improve Azule's sword fighting skills, and he was very excited to discuss with him, but he didn't hear Azule talk, and looked at Azule, only to see the other party looking at him stupidly but intently, both ashamed and happy, and his face turned red all of a sudden.

When Azule came back to his senses, he found that Qingzhuo was red from his forehead to his neck, and he also noticed his gaffe, but his heart was generally happy. I hadn't met my mother myself, so Qing Zhuo's concern for him always felt both kind and a little weird, and I just felt very useful anyway.

Both of them came back to their senses and began to ramble on and on. Azule tells the story of his own life on the grassland since he was a child, and picks out some of the experiences of lions, wolves, tigers and leopards, which makes Qingzhuo, who is eager for adventure but has no chance, envious. Yi Qingzhuo also talked about his desire and hard work to practice martial arts and swords since he was a child, as well as the wonderful stories of the rivers and lakes told to him by his parents.

The two of them had dinner, waited until the others had almost rested, and went out into the field hand in hand.

Azule did not wait for Qing Zhuo's instructions, and began to make a set of "drifting snow swordsmanship" generals, from the snowstorm in the sky, Feihong stepping on the snow, the clouds and snow flying, the snow drifting like flocculent, and the flowing wind returning to the snow like soup pouring snow, a total of six styles; I saw that Asule flickered up and down, left and right, making the sword technique impermeable, and there was a feeling of snow falling one after another; only the second time he used this sword technique, it was inevitable that some sword movements were not proficient.

Qing Zhuo was fascinated by it, although he could see that Azule was not proficient, but he also saw that this was a set of main attack swordsmanship, which was exactly complementary to the swordsmanship that Azule had mastered before, one attack and one defense, for Azule, one to make up for the disadvantage of mastering fewer sword moves, and secondly, from the balance of offense and defense, the overall strength can be greatly improved.

Azule had already practiced one move and one style twice, and stopped to look at Qingzhuo, and was about to ask her how she thought, but saw that the other party was still thinking calmly, and it was inconvenient to disturb. So the "Cloud Piercing Sword Technique" and "Drifting Snow Sword Technique" were connected and used again, only to see that the former was wide open and closed, sometimes whimsical, and the latter was feminine and continuous, and attacked closely, and the two complemented each other.

As soon as Azule stopped, Qing Zhuo took the initiative to come over to wipe Azule's sweat, took Azule's hand, and said: "Azule, I see that you are not very proficient in practicing this set of main attack swordsmanship, not as good as the main defense and counterattack swordsmanship can generally be used proficiently, but these two sets of swordsmanship are really a match made in heaven, I think it should be two people at the same time to use two sets of swordsmanship, one attack and one defense, cooperate with each other, extremely powerful." ”

Azule was affirmed by Qing Zhuo, and he was also happy in his heart, pinching the other party's soft and glutinous little hand, and his heart was full of reverie. Qing Zhuo felt the mentality and joy of Azule at this time, took a step forward, and threw himself into Azule's arms...