Legend has it that when Wu Yue fought for hegemony, Wu was superior and inferior, and Goujian, the king of Yue, in order to defeat Fucha, adopted Fan Li's strategy, and when he was close to success, he encountered a setback in sword casting and swordsmanship. The swordsmen of Wu State are not only good at swordsmanship, but also good at using the art of war, and the more people are invincible. At this time, the shepherd girl Ah Qing easily defeated the four swordsmen of Wu State, and because of Ah Qing's teachings, the Yue people continued to improve, and then reached the invincible situation in the world. A Qing's green bamboo sword swept through the world, the teacher of the world's swordsmen, and the divine sword respected by the world's people. And Zhao Zhijing wanted Han Xiaoying to learn the Yue Nu sword is the swordsmanship passed down by Ah Qing at that time, although many of the essence has been lost in the trend of this time, but it still has the shadow of Ah Qing's true sword in the world, and the charm of the world's first sword.

It was already noon on the grassland at this time, and Yin Zhiping had already left the grassland alone and headed towards Chongyang Palace. Zhao Zhijing and Han Xiaoying stood opposite each other, Han Xiaoying held his own fine iron long sword, and Zhao Zhijing had a rosewood sword. Zhao Zhijing said to Han Xiaoying: "I still hope that Han's predecessors will agree to what he wants" After speaking, he looked at Han Xiaoying with bright eyes, Han Xiaoying heard Zhao Zhijing's words, and thought in her heart that she had already discussed it with her brothers last night, so naturally she would not change her hexagram, and then nodded at Zhao Zhijing. Seeing Han Xiaoying nodding, Zhao Zhijing's heart seemed to be a hanging boulder falling, and his heart suddenly calmed down, and he thought in his heart: "Fortunately, I finally agreed, although I can use the soul dementor ** to get the magic of this Yue Nu Sword, but I have gotten along well with them in the past few days, and it is good not to be strong." ”

At night, the candle flame in Zhao Zhijing's tent was still burning, and the bright light sprinkled a touch of golden veil on the entire tent, Zhao Zhijing sat in front of the lamp and took out a piece of black animal skin rolled into a cylinder from his arms, which was the sword book of the Yue Nu Sword that Han Xiaoying handed him today. Under the bright light, Zhao Zhijing quietly looked at the black animal skin on the table, and only after seeing that there was nothing wrong with it did he stretch out his hands to unfold the sword book, and Zhao Zhijing only saw the Yue Nu swordsmanship recorded in the sword book at this time. The black animal skin is not just the skin of the beast, the handwriting on the animal skin looks very different, there are words that were passed down at this time, and there are also a few sentences that are written in the previous words, obviously the handwriting on the animal skin is not written at the same time, looking at the not too old handwriting Zhao Zhijing thought in his heart: "These not too old handwriting is thought to have been added by the descendants themselves, as for those few sentences that look like ancient words, I think they were originally written." Thinking about it, Zhao Zhijing carefully studied the sword spectrum on the animal skin, and after careful study, Zhao Zhijing knew that his guess was not wrong, except for a few sentences that looked like ancient characters, the others were made up by later generations, and the time to make up was not too long, that is, twenty or thirty years ago, as for those few sentences written in ancient characters are the scriptures of this sword spectrum, although it was not written by Shenjian Aqing herself, but it was also written by people who had seen her. If it weren't for Zhao Zhijing's familiarity with Quanzhen Daozang, he still had some research on some ancient texts, otherwise he wouldn't be able to understand these few sentences at this time, and he would naturally miss his opportunity.

There are layers of white fog on the grassland in the morning, the morning sun has not yet driven away the fog rising at night, Zhao Zhijing has a rosewood sword, practicing swordsmanship alone by the murmuring river, Zhao Zhijing did not instill his internal force into the wooden sword, but at this time looking at the simple swordsmanship at this time with a trace of cold, that is the meaning of the sword, the edge and killing intent of the sword, a wooden sword It is not a ritual weapon, nor is it an ornament on the waist of the genius, since it is a sword with a natural edge, no one will think that the rosewood sword at this time is a piece of wood, it is a sword that really exists, and the sword naturally kills, not to mention that it is holding it at this time is a person who understands the sword.

The time for a cup of tea slipped away when Zhao Zhijing was practicing swordsmanship, Han Xiaoying taught his disciple Guo Jing swordsmanship for a while, and at this time he was already dressed in light clothes, and a long sword in his hand came to Zhao Zhijing's side in the morning breeze. Zhao Zhijing still slashed through the space around him as if he couldn't see her arrival, knowing that the sun was only coming back to his senses, and stopped the long sword in his hand. Han Xiaoying saw that Zhao Zhijing had stopped, so she walked to his side and said, "Zhijing, no wonder you are not very old, your skills at this time are so good, it turns out that you have also practiced hard! ”

Zhao Zhijing heard Han Xiaoying's words, turned around and said: "Senior Han praised, my qualifications are not top-notch, I can be regarded as a little dull, naturally I have to practice a few more times to make up for my shortcomings, since Senior Han is coming, let's start!" Han Xiaoying listened and said: "Zhijing, you have been practicing for a long time, don't you want to take a break?" Zhao Zhijing looked at Han Xiaoying, shook his head, both of them were bright, and there was no trace of tiredness. Han Xiaoying saw Zhao Zhijing's eyes, since he didn't want to rest, why should he say anything. Then he began to slowly swing the long sword in his hand one by one, and Zhao Zhijing also swung his rosewood sword one by one according to her appearance.

Unconsciously, the two have been together for nearly two or three hours, and the original red sun in the sky has set at this time, and a bright moon has risen in the sky, and there is still a little starlight. Zhao Zhijing glanced at the time when it was not early, and the mother and son of the Guo family who wanted to come to the yurt and the remaining few of the Seven Monsters in Jiangnan had already had dinner at this time, and the two of them naturally didn't want to disturb the Guo family's mother and son. Thinking about Zhao Zhijing, Zhao Zhijing ran his true qi, and suddenly his ears soared, and the seemingly quiet grassland became noisy in his ears, Zhao Zhijing listened carefully to the various sounds coming from the grassland, and then there was a sound of a hare, Zhao Zhijing looked for the sound and walked quickly towards the place where the sound came from. Seeing Zhao Zhijing like this, Han Xiaoying didn't feel strange, because it was not the first time she had seen Zhao Zhijing like this, so she naturally knew what he was doing at this time, but she just felt a warm breath coming from her big hand, and her little hand was held in his hand, and Han Xiaoying's face showed a touch of blush.

On the fire under the moon, a rabbit that has been washed and peeled clean and fat is really roasted and splashed with oil, and a little drop of oil falls on the burning flame and makes a loud sound, Zhao Zhijing has no consciousness as a swordsman at this time, holding all kinds of spices in his hands, and sprinkling them on the body of the roasted yellow. Han Xiaoying next to her was sitting on a piece of bluestone at this time, with a long sword in both hands beside her, and her eyes quietly looked at Zhao Zhijing, who was still busy, with a wisp of strange charm in her eyes.