Meng Yu admired his uncle's thoughtfulness and couldn't help nodding. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Speaking of this, Ying Zhengyun glanced at Meng Yu with a somewhat special look: "Moreover, you can't completely believe Jiang Luping's feelings. ”

Meng Yu shouted: "Uncle, she will never be involved, I can guarantee it!"

Ying Zhengyun looked at Meng Yu meaningfully: "I mean don't believe her feelings, I don't mean don't believe her person, what are you anxious about?"

After saying this, Ying Zhengyun couldn't hold back and laughed.

Meng Yu was a little embarrassed: "Uncle, are you really!

Ying Zhengyun suppressed his smile, but there was still a slight smile on the corner of his mouth: "Uncle seems to know Wang Yikai, right? After returning from the capital this time, I have only seen Zhenzhen at Shaoyan's wedding, and she didn't say anything." ”

Meng Yu was stunned, and his face was also feverish: "I'm sorry uncle, Meng Yu will definitely not mention this matter in the future." ”

Ying Zhengyun patted Meng Yu on the shoulder: "Actually, if a person wants to make a correct judgment, it is woven by a lot of experience, and of course you have to pay attention everywhere." The human heart is the most unpredictable, and to be a detective, you have to understand the mind of everyone related to the case. ”

Meng Yu nodded with admiration: "Uncle is right, Meng Yu remembers." Thinking of Wang Zhenzhen's matter, he suddenly had a question: "Uncle, don't you think Sister Zhenzhen will know something?"

He didn't tell Ying Zhengyun about Wang Zhenzhen's frightened expression yesterday, he himself had a good impression of Wang Zhenzhen, especially when she taught him swordsmanship and escorted him to the street, as well as her concern for Xiao Mengshi's hatred of iron and steel. He also knows that Ying Zhengyun and Wang Zhenzhen have a special relationship, and it is better to bury some things in his heart for the time being.

Ying Zhengyun looked at Meng Yu and smiled: "Of course it's possible, Zhenzhen is not an ordinary woman." ”

Meng Yu didn't dare to ask. He felt that he knew too much about his uncle.

Ying Zhengyun picked up the teacup and took a sip and put it on the rattan table: "Meng Yu, remember what Uncle Wang said yesterday? ”

He stood up: "Go, move with me." He picked up the sword on the table. The world-famous Xuelu sword back then had been given to Ying Shaoyan by Ying Xiuling, and now it is an iron sword, which is much heavier and longer than Xuelu, and the sword is also thicker.

Ying Shaoyan and Meng Xue also came out. When they got up early in the morning, they all went to see their elders, and the two of them were embarrassed to stay in their own houses, so they also went for a walk in the garden. Seeing that Ying Zhengyun was going to teach Meng Yu swordsmanship, Ying Shaoyan's eyes lit up first, and he couldn't walk on his feet.

He has always been more focused than Meng Yu and more obsessed with martial arts, especially swordsmanship. In the past ten years, the sword was the only way he communicated with his father, whom he had never met, and he sensed his father through the sword and felt his breath exist. Therefore, when Meng Yu switched to his father's sword moves, he burst into tears and couldn't help himself.

But after my father returned to the earthly world again, he didn't have much contact with him, and he didn't seem to care about his martial arts. When his father is not busy, he will also take the initiative to communicate with himself, but he always shows love and even doting, as if he is still a child, and it seems that his father is just making up for the mistakes of more than 20 years, and he does not want to be a strict father at all. This is so different from the father described by his uncle and mother, and it is also so different from what Guan Zhengfeng described when he grew up. The Ying Zhengyun in their mouths is the words steady, accurate, ruthless, fast, cold, and hard. However, when it comes to himself, he doesn't care about it, as if it doesn't matter if he will never be productive.

Seeing that Ying Zhengyun urged Meng Yu to practice hard several times, and taught him to crack his own swordsmanship last time, he was very envious and wanted to learn it, but he didn't know how to mention it to his father.

Now seeing that Ying Zhengyun was going to teach Meng Yu again, he couldn't help but stop, and said to Meng Xue in a gentle tone, "Let's see, okay?"

Meng Xue hummed obediently, and the two of them stood hand in hand under the tree to watch.

As soon as Ying Zhengyun made a move, Meng Yu knew why he didn't have the ability to parry the Yirong people. In terms of strength, speed, moves, angles, and internal forces, he was all suppressed by Ying Zhengyun, even if he took the lead, he would still be immediately oppressed to the point that he could only defend and parry. Even if Ying Zhengyun didn't use internal force, he still felt a powerful force pressing down on him from top to bottom, and he couldn't help but use any moves. He wants to change angles, or win with speed, but it's easy to say, and it's not so easy to use a few words to know how to use it. This is still Ying Zhengyun wanted to inspire him, and his subordinates were a little affectionate, so that Meng Yu could at least see where he was restrained.

After a while, Meng Yu's underwear was soaked. Young people always refuse to admit defeat, no matter how strong the opponent is. He wiped his sweat and raised his sword again: "Uncle, come again!"

Ying Zhengyun smiled: "You rest first, think about it, and then we will go down." ”

Meng Xue obediently asked Yahuan Caiyue to take the soaked cloth towel to Ying Zhengyun and Meng Yu to wipe the sweat, and personally brought the tea with just the right temperature, and served it to Ying Zhengyun with both hands.

Ying Zhengyun said with a smile: "Xiaoxue, you are really a filial daughter-in-law. ”

Meng Xue blushed: "This is what Xiaoxue should do." ”

Ying Zhengyun responded to Shaoyan: "Why are you standing here stupidly and going to play with Xiaoxue." ”

Ying Shaoyan wanted to say that he wanted to see his father teach Meng Yu to practice swords, but he was embarrassed to say. He felt that there was always a reason why his father didn't teach him. Meng Xue saw Ying Shaoyan's thoughts, and said to Zhengyun Coquettishly: "Uncle, Xiaoxue wants to see it, let my cousin accompany me to watch it." ”

Ying Zhengyun said in his heart: "What a clever little girl." ”

He nodded and said to Meng Yu, "Let's come on!"

Meng Yu still didn't seem to have understood Ying Zhengyun's swordsmanship. After a few more rounds of sparring, he thought: Uncle's swordsmanship doesn't seem to be amazing, but if he can really use it, it will be very powerful. But I don't know where my cultivation is not enough, so I can't do it. But his original swordsmanship is even more unlikely to be better than his uncle.

Thinking so, he lost his mind, Ying Zhengyun had already seen that he was absent-minded, and suddenly his right wrist flipped, and the iron sword held Meng Yu's sword, and swept down Meng Yu's sword with lightning speed. Ying Shaoyan sighed beside him. Meng Yu woke up suddenly, it was too late to withdraw his hand, if this sword really came down, his fingers would have to be reimbursed!

Ying Zhengyun's sword suddenly stopped at the hilt of Meng Yu's sword, his wrist flipped slightly, and with a slight knock, Meng Yu's sword was taken off.

Meng Xue was so frightened that she covered her eyes with her hands, although she knew that her uncle would not hurt her brother, she was still scared to death. The sword flew out, made an arc, and landed in the garden, but did not hurt the flowers, but stuck in the grass among the flowers.

Meng Yu stood there in a cold sweat.