readx;

"This trick seems simple, but it is very troublesome to practice, it is much more complicated than the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate, can you practice it patiently?" Lin Xiaoqing looked at Song Qingshu with a smile, her eyes flowing, and she looked forward to it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"I will do my best!" Song Qingshu hurriedly replied, staring at Lin Xiaoqing with eager eyes, for fear that she would regret it.

"Hmm......" Lin Xiaoqing's bright eyes turned, which made Song Qingshu's heart can't help but mention, and hurriedly hugged his fists and bowed, and said: "Teaching art is a great grace, I don't forget it in the next tooth, I hope that Lin Woman will be successful!"

"Hmm...... , okay!" Lin Xiaoqing seemed to bite her jade teeth, nodded heavily, and said coquettishly: "But let's talk about it first, this matter needs to be kept secret and not let outsiders know,...... Even Song Daxia can't do it!"

"Why is this?" Song Qingshu was a little puzzled and looked at her suspiciously.

"It's really stupid!" Lin Xiaoqing glared at him angrily, nodded at him with her slender index finger, and said coquettishly: "If Song Daxia knows, with his friendship with my senior brother, senior brother will definitely know about it!"

Song Qing nodded dumbly.

"This style of swordsmanship, but the senior brother passed it on to me, if I knew that it was passed on to others without his permission, he would definitely turn his face...... So, keep your mouth shut, you know?!" Lin Xiaoqing snorted viciously, her eyes widened, and she stared at him tightly.

Song Qingshu nodded blankly again.

Seeing his appearance, Lin Xiaoqing couldn't help but smile, from vicious to smiling, the change was so fast and free, Song Qingshu was stunned.

Lin Xiaoqing stopped teasing him and began to teach this sword move.

The name of this sword is the sword drawing style, and among the swordsmanship of the Shuiyun School created by Xiao Yuesheng, although it is exquisite, it can only be regarded as a second-rate sword style.

Although the sword style can be defeated without a fight, it requires a premise, that is, the internal strength of the person who casts the sword style is stronger than that of the opponent, so that this effect can be achieved, otherwise, the effect is greatly reduced and of little use.

But defeating the strong with the weak is already against the way of martial arts, and there are few such mastery in martial arts, and Xiao Yuesheng's requirements are a bit too harsh.

In the eyes of outsiders, this sword drawing style is already a great miracle.

Song Qingshu's qualifications are extremely high, but the fortitude of his mind is far from enough, and he has not made much progress in practicing the sword drawing style.

Fortunately, with Lin Xiaoqing's guidance, she will give her words, often in a few words, straight to the point, answering questions, and is very good at answering questions.

"Drawing the sword, first of all, you need to cultivate the mind, you should have an indomitable momentum, no matter what, you will be able to knock down the enemy in front of you, and then the sword style, you must cooperate with every subtle part of the body, there can be no mistakes, and then, you have to run a set of complex internal exercises, every action of each part of the body, and the internal force of the heart, the human spirit and spirit are completely integrated, in order to be regarded as a slight success. ”

Lin Xiaoqing spoke eloquently, and she didn't seem to have the slightest intention of hiding herself.

Song Qingshu memorized every sentence with his heart, and felt that when he was learning martial arts from his father and several uncles, he didn't have such intentions.

When Lin Xiaoqing taught the method of internal force operation, Song Qingshu was dumbfounded, he really didn't expect that there was such a complicated method of internal force transportation, such a strange learning, it was really not something that ordinary people could practice.

While talking about the internal force handling method, he posed and explained the posture of the body, one of them spoke seriously, and the other felt attentive.

When the two of them were concentrating and engrossed, a deep voice suddenly sounded in their ears: "Miss Lin, Qingshu, where are you?"

Lin Xiaoqing pretended to be surprised, hurriedly looked back, and said coquettishly: "It turned out to be Yu Erxia!"

Yu Lianzhou was wearing a gray robe, and the wisps of hair under her chin fluttered in the wind, if it weren't for the face that sank like cold water, it looked a little elegant.

"Second uncle!" Song Qingshu hurriedly put away his sword and saluted.

For this unsmiling, cold-faced and iron-hearted second uncle, Song Qingshu was afraid from the bottom of his heart, and when he saw him, he was like a mouse seeing a cat.

Yu Lianzhou said that he rarely pretended to be a little angry, he kept a cold face, his eyes were solemn, and he couldn't help but be nervous, in the Wudang faction, he was more majestic than Song Yuanqiao.

Yu Lianzhou's solemn gaze swept Song Qingshu, and asked lightly, "Qingshu, are you practicing martial arts?"

"Yes, second uncle, Miss Lin's martial arts are extremely high, and the little nephew is asking Miss Lin for advice. Song Qingshu replied hurriedly, and suddenly glanced at Lin Xiaoqing nervously.

Song Qingshu trembled in front of Yu Lianzhou, and did not dare to hesitate, so he told the truth, but hid the most critical place, which can be regarded as the true meaning of lying.

"Then there's Miss Laurin!" Yu Lianzhou hugged Lin Xiaoqing, barely squeezed out a smile, and said: "Qingshu is quite clever, I know that I can seize the opportunity to ask for advice, Miss Lin can give me advice, Yu Er is grateful!"

"Giggles, why should Yu Erxia be so polite to the little woman?!" Lin Xiaoqing giggled, her slender waist twisted slightly, and said with a coquettish smile: "Our Shuiyun Sect's martial arts are low, thanks to Song Shaoxia's other eyes, how can the little woman cherish herself?!"

Her words were also ambiguous, both true and inaudible, and this kind of words were easy for her to come by.

Yu Lianzhou smiled and shook his head, smiled helplessly, then nodded at Lin Xiaoqing, said no more, walked a few steps away, drew his sword out of the sheath, and began to practice swordsmanship, without any scruples because Lin Xiaoqing was beside him.

He was a little worried in his heart, Yu Lianzhou knew Song Qingshu very well, and he had not suffered too many setbacks since he was a child, so his heart was uncertain, a little impetuous, and he still needed to be tempered.

Today, when I saw him and Lin Xiaoqing standing together, I felt that it looked quite a good match, but I just thought about it, with Mr. Xiao here, Qingshu seemed to be a star in the night, next to the bright moon, it looked dim, and it was difficult for Miss Lin to look at him.

Yu Lianzhou slowly practiced swordsmanship, thinking about it in his heart, but he could only shake his head and sigh.

When Lin Xiaoqing returned to the Shuiyun Sect and reported this trip to Wudang to the senior brother, he said that he had passed the sword drawing style to Song Qingshu, which immediately aroused Xiao Yuesheng's displeasure.

Seeing that the senior brother had a cold face, his eyes were warm, but it was like substance, piercing his heart, Lin Xiaoqing hurriedly raised his hand in surrender, stepped forward to hold his big hand, twisted his waist and coquettishly.

"Senior brother, people just think it's fun!" she pursed her lips and looked at him timidly, Chu Chu was moving, her voice was glutinous and soft, if it weren't for Xiao Yuesheng's habit of it, it would inevitably be ugly on the spot.

Xiao Yuesheng sat on the low couch and looked at her lightly, this is the hall on the first floor of the Hanyan Pavilion, the moon-white carpet, the light gauze tent hangs low, fluttering gently with the wind, soft as if in a dream.

"What's a good way to play?...... If the master knows, you will be punished for facing the wall for a year!" Xiao Yuesheng was also quite helpless when he saw her pitiful appearance, but his tone was cold.

"Then don't tell Master!" Lin Xiaoqing showed a flattering smile, coquettish and seductive.

"Anyway, how can you think it's fun!" Xiao Yuesheng ignored it and snorted lightly.

"This Song Qingshu is really interesting, it seems that I have always wanted to defeat you, senior brother!" Lin Xiaoqing rolled her eyes, leaned up on her delicate body, sat on the couch, and leaned close to Xiao Yuesheng, and a burst of faint fragrance went straight into his nose.

"Well, this can also be seen, it's really rare!" Xiao Yuesheng pulled the corners of his mouth, pretending to be surprised, but the irony was obvious.

"Brother--!" Lin Xiaoqing twisted her delicate body, and she was not coquettish, at this time she had changed into a moon-white palace dress, and she had a little more dignified and elegant temperament.

"Go on!" Xiao Yuesheng glanced at her and said lightly, without moving his eyebrows.

Lin Xiaoqing was helpless, so she had to straighten her body and said in a coquettish voice: "But according to his martial arts, even if he practices for hundreds of years, it is useless!"

"And then?" Xiao Yuesheng asked lightly.

"How boring is this?!" Lin Xiaoqing sighed coquettishly, and then said with a smile: "If he can't think of it, wouldn't it be a big disaster to play other conspiracies......?" Hee-hee, brother, how am I doing?"

Xiao Yuesheng looked at her for a while, his eyes were neither happy nor angry, and he looked at her in the bottom of his heart.

"Hehe, good idea!" When she was about to lose it, Xiao Yuesheng finally spoke, and sighed with a smile.

Lin Xiaoqing breathed a long sigh of relief, and then a burst of shame and anger, her jade face turned crimson, and her fragrant fist slapped him on the shoulder a few times to vent her anger at being teased.

Xiao Yuesheng let her mess around, and said with a smile: "It's rare for the senior sister to have such a ghost idea, but you can't let the master know, otherwise, it will still be inevitable to face the punishment of the wall!"

"Hehe, senior brother loves me so much, he won't tell Master, right?!" Lin Xiaoqing changed the fragrant fist to a jade palm stroke, and once again showed a flattering smile, coquettish to the bone.

"Okay......" Xiao Yuesheng smiled and nodded.

Zhao Min rushed all the way to the foot of the Purple Mountain.

She was no longer a stranger, and Song Xueyan, who was in charge of the pick-up, immediately sent someone to search around secretly, and did not notice anything unusual, so she took her in.

Zhao Min followed behind Song Xueyan, following her footprints forward, anxious in his heart, and asked as he walked, "Sister Xueyan, is your uncle here?"

"Uncle Master?" Song Xueyan's delicate body twisted slightly, and the lotus step was still moving forward, walking like flowing water, and shook her head: "It seems that Uncle Master has gone down the mountain." ”

(To be continued)