In this way, more than ten days have passed before I know it. In the past ten days, Zhao Zhijing and Han Xiaoying, in addition to eating and sleeping, have been practicing swords together all day long. At the beginning, Zhao Zhijing learned swords with Han Xiaoying, and after four or five days, Zhao Zhijing had learned the Yue Nu swordsmanship in Han Xiaoying's hand thoroughly, and carefully studied Han Xiaoying's sword book to hand over him, and in four or five days, his Yue Nu sword was much more than Han Xiaoying, and in the next few days, Zhao Zhijing naturally taught Han Xiaoying the swordsmanship he promised.

On this day, Zhao Zhijing had a rosewood sword in one hand, Han Xiaoying had a fine iron long sword, and by the gurgling river, the two kept waving the long sword in their hands. I saw Zhao Zhijing holding a rosewood sword, the purple sword body was like a purple dragon, and there were bursts of dragon groans between Zhao Zhijing's swings, as if he had come to life, and the purple sword tip was like a dragon's horn, rolling through the grass around Zhao Zhijing, and those green grasses suddenly turned into green mist and dissipated in the air. Han Xiaoying, not far from Zhao Zhijing's side, has made a lot of progress at this time compared to before, although there is still the original shadow in the swordsmanship, but it has given up some cumbersome and useless moves, and has become concise and lightweight without compromising the power of the Yue Girl Sword, this is Zhao Zhijing's feeling that Zhao Zhijing has learned the Yue Girl Sword through his own perception, and the adapted Yue Girl Sword is the reward for Han Xiaoying to teach her the Yue Girl Sword. Although the new Yue Nu Sword is not as good as the real swordsmanship of Shenjian Ah Qing, it is also a rare swordsmanship in the rivers and lakes, and it is naturally more than enough in return.

The noon sun shines on the grassland, Zhao Zhijing and Han Xiaoying sit opposite each other on the murmuring riverside, the wind blows from the river, with the coolness of the river water to bring a touch of coolness to the hot air, Han Xiaoying's beautiful eyes reflect Zhao Zhijing's face, Zhao Zhijing is opposite her, the corners of his mouth bend a happy arc, his lips continue to open and close, telling the scene he has seen along the way. Whenever Zhao Zhijing talked about the prosperity of Jiangnan, Han Xiaoying's eyes showed deep nostalgia, and whenever Zhao Zhijing said that the suffering of the Han people under the rule of the Jin State, Han Xiaoying's eyes would show a touch of evil.

Zhao Zhijing looked at the woman opposite him, although he couldn't see a trace of old age, there was always a trace of sorrow on her face like a woman in her twenties. At this time, Zhao Zhijing saw that her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and there was a trace of sadness on her beautiful face, Zhao Zhijing unconsciously stretched out his fingers that were so white that women would be jealous, and gently pointed at her eyebrows, gently smoothing the slight folds. Han Xiaoying felt the warmth between her eyebrows, and looked at Zhao Zhijing opposite her with blank eyes, and tears fell from her beautiful eyes. Zhao Zhijing looked at Han Xiaoying, who had tears wiped from the corners of her eyes at this time, and thought in her heart: "Han Xiaoying's beautiful years for more than ten years, just because of a gambling contract, it was spent in this vast desert, and several of her own sworn brothers are all famous singles in the rivers and lakes, so far no one has married, and a disciple can't be taught by himself, and sometimes he will cry angrily, who will understand the pain of a talented girl who has lost his time here." After thinking about it, Zhao Zhijing stretched out his hand to report Han Xiaoying into his arms and said to her: "If you want to cry, cry! No one will laugh at you here, and no one will tell you about the righteousness of the rivers and lakes, cry, it will be better to cry" Hearing Zhao Zhijing's words, Han Xiaoying in his arms could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes, the tears were like pearls with broken threads, ticking down.

In the evening, the sunset had already set for the most part, and the golden light of the Dao Dao flew from the sky, painting the green grassland with a touch of golden brilliance. The rest of the Jiangnan Seven Monsters by the tent were waiting for the arrival of their little sister, and at this time, not far away, Zhao Zhijing and Han Xiaoying walked over holding hands and talking and laughing, although the age difference between the two was quite a lot, but they were also handsome men and beautiful women, and the golden sunlight sprinkled on the two of them, becoming more dazzling!

Zhu Cong and the others saw Zhao Zhijing and Han Xiaoying holding hands, and several people glanced at each other, at this time, even Han Baoju, who was usually the most impatient, didn't say anything, Zhu Cong shook the fan in his hand and thought in his heart: " Little sister, although she didn't say anything soon after coming to this grassland, there was still a trace of sadness in her eyes from time to time, and it also made a woman who was only seventeen or eighteen years old stay with a few of us big men in this vast desert for more than ten years, how could there be no sadness in her heart, it was her own negligence as an elder brother, fortunately, it was not too late at this time!" He waved his fan and beckoned his brothers back to their tents.

Zhu Cong and a few people in the tent sat around the table, quietly without speaking, Ke Zhen was disgusted with a trace of suspicion, if his little sister came back on weekdays, he would gather here to talk about the progress of Guo Jing's martial arts and whether there was anything wrong with Zhao Zhijing's swordsmanship teaching Han Xiaoying, but although he was sitting at the table at this time, he did not hear the voice of his little sister Han Xiaoying, and several of them were quiet and did not speak, and there was no excitement in the past. Thinking about it, Ke Zhenwei shook the iron rod in his hand slightly, made a small noise, and then said: "Second brother, why don't you speak, did something happen to the seventh sister?" Hearing Ke Zhenxi's words, the short-tempered Han Baoju couldn't help the question in his heart at this time and said: "Second brother, why did you let us come back, Zhao Zhijing's kid was wandering around holding the hand of the seventh sister at this time! Aren't you afraid that kid will do something sorry for our seventh sister?" Hearing Han Baoju's words, Zhu Cong shook the fan in his hand slightly and let out bursts of laughter and said, "I'm afraid that if you want to protect the seventh sister at this time, she still doesn't want to!" Han Baoju listened and asked, "Why at this time?" Zhu Cong replied leisurely: " We should be happy for the seventh sister at this time, think that a few of us have been in this vast desert for more than ten years, over the years, the seventh sister has only been accompanied by a few of us who are not young, although she doesn't say it, I still see the bitterness in her heart, at this time there is a man she likes and has a good martial arts and good character to accompany her, shouldn't we be happy for her?"

At night, Zhao Zhijing and Han Xiaoying were hugging each other and sitting in the bright moonlight at this time, when Zhao Zhijing saw a black shadow flash in front of their eyes, running straight towards the peak where Guo Jing was practicing! Zhao Zhijing immediately put his hand around Han Xiaoying's waist, running the true qi in his body, and Zhao Zhijing chased after Han Xiaoying like a golden goose. When they arrived at the top of the mountain, the two of them glanced at it a few times and didn't see the person, but they saw a few skulls with five holes on the top of the mountain! Zhao Zhijing looked at the skull and said: "What a strong finger, since these small holes have been formed through the skull" Han Xiaoying next to him was already stunned at this time, and muttered: "Mei Chaofeng, Mei Chaofeng??????"