Rushing into the valley, Zhao Yu looked around and saw a corner of the clothes belt sticking out from behind the boulder. He walked over cautiously and saw Yang Qingdi half-leaning behind the boulder, his starry eyes half-closed, as if he was asleep, with a rare delicate and tranquil face.

In a hazy way, Yang Qingdi heard a slight sound, and his sleepiness disappeared suddenly, and he opened his eyes instantly, and his vision blurred for a moment before he saw Zhao Yu who was tiptoeing and was about to retreat. She blushed, sat up straight, raised her hand to comb the slightly scattered green silk between her sideburns, and whispered, "You're back." Fang was a little tired and wanted to sit for a while, but I didn't expect to fall asleep......"

Zhao Yu said softly: "I'm here to guard, sister will sleep for a while." ”

Yang Qingdi stood up, shook his head and said, "No need, it's enough to rest for a while." As he spoke, he waved his somewhat sour arm to the stream to wash his face, and the water slid over his cheeks like a lotus condensation, delicate and beautiful.

Zhao Yu talked about what he had seen and heard after leaving the valley, but when he saw that Yang Qingdi was obviously lacking in interest, he stopped talking.

Drying off the water droplets on his face, Yang Qingdi said: "Come on, let's dismantle a few tricks and try the results of practice." ”

After that, her lady's sword was unsheathed, and her delicate body twisted to make a move Leng Yue peep at people, and the sword blade trembled and stabbed over, as if she wanted to encompass Zhao Yu's entire upper body under the sword. Zhao Yu had already practiced the Quanzhen swordsmanship proficiently, and when he saw Yang Qingdi's sword moves, he immediately used a move to swing the gentleman's sword from under his armpit, and directly took the only empty wrist in Yang Qingdi's sword shadow. Unbeknownst to him, this move was only halfway, and Yang Qingdi's countless sword shadows merged into one and stabbed at Zhao Yu's unobstructed dantian lower abdomen.

Although it was just a scramble, this sudden change in sword moves still made Zhao Yu sweat. Before he had time to think about whether to use that all-true sword move, he directly raised his foot and kicked at the spine of the stabbing sword, and halfway through, the white crane's bright wings quickly turned into a slanted attack of the sword.

Clinker Yang Qingdi seems to have already known his next move, the sword move has already changed into a brocade pen and flowers, and the bladeless lady's sword is against Zhao Yu's ribs, and the sharp light trembles and leaves six small holes evenly distributed on Zhao Yu's clothes!

Zhao Yu withdrew his sword and retreated sharply, lowered his head and looked at the small hole in the ribbed shirt, his eyes showing a different color. He felt that he had practiced the Quanzhen swordsmanship to the extreme, but in these few moves, he was completely suppressed by Yang Qingdi!

Yang Qingdi put away his sword, and when he saw that Zhao Yu was still surprised, he smiled and said: "The ancient tomb sword technique was specially created by Lin Chaoying to crack the true martial arts, and I can crack all the loopholes in your sword technique, what's so strange about this." ”

Zhao Yuqi said: "Isn't that Lin Chaoying a confidant with Wang Chongyang?

"You have a lot of questions, how will I know! If you have a chance, you can ask Lin Nuxia yourself!"

Yang Qingdi snorted and said, "Now that you have mastered all the true swordsmanship, let's start trying to match the two swords, which is more important than even a set of swordsmanship alone." ”

After hearing this, Zhao Yu put away the curiosity in his heart and walked to Yang Qingdi's side with a sword. He wanted to try what kind of power the already superior swordsmanship would have.

When Zhao Yu approached, Yang Qingdi's shoulders stiffened imperceptibly, and said, "You are standing ...... Alas, so be it. Let's start with the first road of wandering!"

Hearing Yang Qingdi's words, Zhao Yu easily used the wandering world in the Quanzhen swordsmanship, using the toes as the axis, the upper body rotated for half a circle and then the oblique sword stabbed out, and several phantoms were shaken over and over. When the move was used, he didn't see any movement of Yang Qingdi, and when he looked back in surprise, he saw that Yang Qingdi's sword was stopped at three points of his shoulder, and his expression was extremely embarrassed.

It turned out that this move with the same name in the ancient tomb swordsmanship had to swing the sword and slash down, and if the two of them made a move at the same time, Zhao Yu's body just blocked the sword blade falling by Yang Qingdi.

Zhao Yu put away the sword and thought for a moment, and said, "This sword, it should be Sister Qingdi, you are in front of me, right?"

Yang Qingdi had never practiced the combination of two swords, and after listening to Zhao Yu's proposal, he took a few steps forward, stood in front of Zhao Yu and said, "Come again!"

The two made a move together, but when Yang Qingdi swung her sword and wanted to split, her back was suddenly hit, she raised her eyebrows and turned her head, and saw Zhao Yu rushing out diagonally. After thinking about it for a while, he understood that he was standing in front of Zhao Yu, he wanted to make this move wander the world, and his body twisted and turned to wipe his back before he could make a sword. Then he thought that the two of them would combine their swords to make a sword, and there would inevitably be many places where their bodies bumped, and their cheeks flew up again.

Zhao Yu quickly figured out this section, took two steps back, as if he had done something wrong, and lowered his head and crushed the grass roots on the ground with his toes.

The two were relatively speechless, and after being silent for a long time, Yang Qingdi glared at Zhao Yu fiercely, and said in a low voice: "If you don't practice well, your life will be gone, what else is there to worry about!"

Zhao Yu said in his heart that he was afraid that you would care, so he didn't dare to speak, since you don't care, how can a manly man have a reason to retreat! He nodded vigorously and said, "Then continue!"

This time, the two finally cooperated and used a trick to wander the world. Zhao Yu's not generous chest brushed Yang Qingdi's streamlined and soft back, and when the sword was split or stabbed, both of them had a strange feeling in their hearts.

Zhao Yu maintained an oblique stabbing posture, his left arm was still bent on Yang Qingdiyu's shoulder, although he was separated by clothes, he seemed to have touched the smooth skin, and he felt like he was in a dilemma, and said astringently: "Do you want to continue?"

"Continue!" the moon before the flowers...... Yang Qingdijiao shouted, the sword blade trembled lightly like a flower falling down, intertwined into a net in front of him!

Zhao Yu also hurriedly jumped up, swooping down in mid-air, and the sword fell into the rain of flowers like a full moonlight. The two swords are intertwined and fused, conjuring up a large area of sword shadow black light! Without the touch of the body, both of them are engrossed in urging the sword moves, and the power of the cooperation is really greatly increased, if there is an opponent moving under the sword, it is bound to give birth to the idea that there is no way to resist!

Seeing that the sword move could be so powerful, Zhao Yu and Yang Qingdi glanced at each other happily and continued to use the next move to drink and drink. Zhao Yu waved his arm, and the blade of the sword pierced from top to bottom. Yang Qingdi bent her waist back, her upper body was half up, and the tip of her sword turned up and pointed at her lips, as shy as a beautiful woman drinking alone and not being able to drink alcohol.

The next few swords, all of which were used together, or the conversion of sword moves was a little stiff due to unfamiliarity, but it was already much more powerful than simply practicing swords. When only the trick of clearing snow and cooking tea is used again, Zhao Yu must support Yang Qingdi's waist with his arm, and the two of them will stab down after picking up one sword, and the other sword will take the enemy's key point.

Yang Qingdi jumped up, and when the willow waist slid into Zhao Yu's arms, his body trembled, and his strength suddenly dispersed, and he fell straight down!

Seeing this, Zhao Yu hurriedly abandoned his sword and turned around, stretched out his arm around Yang Qingdiliu's waist, and hugged her delicate body lying down.

"Let go, let go of my ......"

Although he avoided falling to the ground, Yang Qingdi's white cheeks were already rolling. She covered her cheeks and twisted herself to break free of Zhao Yu's arms, turned her back to the past, and lowered her head lightly.

Zhao Yu's face became a little flushed, his arms were still in the posture of Fangcai, and his mood became chaotic for no reason. After a while, he picked up the lady's sword that Yang Qingdi had thrown and handed it over, and said in a sincere tone: "Little life is important, go on......"

Yang Qingdi's mood had calmed down a lot, and when she heard him say this, her pretty face became hot again, and her beautiful eyes looked forward to it, and she looked at him with disgust. took the lady's sword, and shouted "Panasonic game", and the tip of the sword was as eye-catching as a chess piece. Zhao Yu also swung his sword to meet him, and the crisp sound of the sword tip colliding was endless, and the surging energy was clearly drawn in all directions.

The Quanzhen Sword Technique and the Ancient Tomb Sword Technique were originally very different styles, but when the two finally practiced it, they found that this originally mutually restrained sword move could be harmonious after being coordinated, and if it could be perfectly displayed, the power would not only be doubled! Even if Zhao Yu was not yet old enough to understand the relationship between men and women, he had already tasted the simplicity of being a confidant between Lin Chaoying and Wang Chongyang, who created this combination of swords.

His mind was already meticulous and flexible, and he could figure out everything in one section, and he probably understood why the Ancient Tomb Sect's swordsmanship could restrain the martial arts of the Quanzhen Sect. For a while, there were some mixed feelings in my heart, on the one hand, I was amazed by the high martial arts attainments of Lin Chaoying, a strange woman, and on the other hand, I couldn't help but sigh that her infatuation was in vain.

His thoughts diverged, and Zhao Yu's eyes fell on the stunning woman in front of him, and the hazy feelings that had been haunting his heart like a mist suddenly became a little more thorough. The feeling that he didn't seem to understand earlier also found the reason in an instant, but he thought that Yang Qingdi had always been unpretentious about himself, and he couldn't help but feel a little unhappy in his heart. Moreover, the age difference between the two is six or seven years, even if he tells these foolish thoughts in his heart, he is afraid that the best result will only be a smile from Bo Jiaren.

He was not a self-pitying character, and after being depressed for a while, he thought again: "The king of Chu traveled to Daze, and dreamed of Luoshen, which was originally a very absurd story of gods and monsters, and it has been praised for thousands of years, but it has become a very beautiful chapter." Although I am not as respected as the King of Chu, I am much luckier than him, there is a real Gu Shooting Fairy in front of me, with a smile and a smile, I have a panoramic view, I don't have to go to the dream to seek it anymore, what is there to be dissatisfied?"

Yang Qingdi sat on the ground with her back to Zhao Yu, the lady's sword was placed horizontally on her knees, and her green jade fingers were lightly tapped on the sword. The light and agile reflection of the moon in the eyes is like a pool, like two cold stars. Although she grew up in the isolated place of the ancient tomb, her temperament is not cold, but she is not as sentimental as ordinary women.

She likes to walk outside, pretending to be a spectator to watch the joys and sorrows of the world, but she never thought that she would one day be in it. She sheltered lonely women in the midst of war, but she didn't feel like a good deed, and she didn't feel fulfilled or cumbersome because of it. It's like other girls secretly smeared fat powder on their cheeks when they were seven or eight years old, and since they started, they just went with the flow.

After taking in those women, it is natural to protect them, and higher martial arts are needed. So she rescued Zhao Yu, asked him for the Sword of Funeral, and taught him the Nine Yin True Scripture...... This is all a natural occurrence, and for Yang Qingdi, there are few accidents in her life.

Very little, not absolutely nothing.

Fingers landed on the grass, unconsciously scribbling. As if she had touched a stone, she raised her hand with a slight frown, but saw the word "Junsheng" on the grass. Feeling a sudden sense of boredom, she swung her sword and slashed through the meadow. Hearing footsteps in her ears, she turned her head sideways and saw Zhao Yu walking towards her.

"Let's practice again, my life matters...... Zhao Yu smiled and whispered.

The corners of her mouth curled, and she stood up and patted the blades of grass off the hem of her shirt.

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