"How's Mother doing?"

Zhuge Chunqiu frowned and looked at the east according to humanity.

"I don't know! Mother said to calm down and recuperate, so that you and I don't have to worry, don't disturb her! I am afraid that the reckless person will disturb my mother, so I will wait here!"

Dongfang, whose wish was fulfilled, suddenly got better, so that Zhuge Chunqiu was confused for a while, and couldn't help but sigh secretly, a woman's heart is in the sea!

"It's okay! You tell me when my mother leaves the customs, and I'll go back!"

Although Zhuge Chunqiu was extremely reluctant, he still had to reflexively leave.

Soon after Zhuge Chunqiu left, the person who had been hiding in the shadows would quietly leave, and he would tell the person behind him about the poem.

"Sister Yiren! The meal is here!

Sword Allure came with a small food box.

"Well, Sister Allure, thank you for your hard work!"

Yiren stood up, took the food box in Jian Chengcheng's hand, sat down slowly, glanced at the courtyard of Nangong Yuyu behind him worriedly, and sighed.

"Sister Yiren, don't worry, Nangong Aunt Jiren has her own natural appearance! Besides, isn't she very confident! It's just that after a long time, a large amount of dry food has been stored in the retreat place!"

How could Sword Allure not know what people think, and opened his mouth to comfort.

"Hmm, thank you, Sister Allure, what about the eldest brother and the fourth brother?"

Dongfang Yiren took the steamed bun in his hand, tore off a small piece and put it in his mouth, and chewed it gently.

"The eldest brother and younger brother are reluctant to meddle in the internal intelligence of the Xingchen Pavilion, and the two of them soak in the martial arts arena all day long, saying that they are helping Nangong Aunt to train those guards by the way, but in fact, it is the itchy hands, but those people are tormented!"

Jian Chengcheng remembered that he had just gone to the martial arts arena and saw the guards that Zhuge Chunqiu had specially selected for the two of them to train, and he couldn't help but mourn for them.

"Brother Chunqiu will find something to do for the eldest brother and the fourth brother, and the eldest brother and the fourth brother will point their fingers, but they have been blessed in their previous lives!"

Dongfang Yiren smiled when he heard this, and at the same time felt glad that those people could get the guidance of the eldest brother and the fourth brother.

"You haven't had enough to eat, you can't do it! You can't swing your sword, and your moves are flawed, I really don't know how you survived until now!"

The sword is unharmed, and I look like I am a senior of the masters, and now in the martial arts field, the guards of the Star Pavilion scolded opposite each other.

Zhong Yin on the side shook his head helplessly, the fourth brother seemed to like the feeling of reprimanding people, and he never let it go whenever he had the opportunity.

"Sword master, we don't understand why you have to move forward without defense, isn't that an empty door open and let someone else stab your sword into your chest?"

An honest young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes said below, they were very puzzled by the outline of Professor Jian Wuxian's "Sword Thirteen Styles".

Jian Wuxian was dumbfounded, it is true that he is a natural swordsman, but teaching apprentices is really not what he is good at, he can only repeat the outline of "Sword Thirteen Styles" and let them understand it by themselves.

In their opinion, attacking and defending, and defending and attacking is the avenue of martial arts, as for attacking and defending, and defending without attacking, it is just the method of the sword to go sideways!

"In this way, if I try to compete with the fourth, how much I can comprehend depends on how much you and others comprehend!"

Seeing Jian Wuxian's embarrassed appearance, Zhong Yin couldn't stand it anymore, took a step forward, and looked at everyone.

"Big brother, you're so good!"

Jian Wuxian was having a headache about what to do, and Zhong Yin's opening could be said to save him from fire and water.

"Hmm!"

Zhong Yin nodded, which was a response to the sword's injury.

The guards of the Xingchen Pavilion immediately moved out of the way and moved the venue of the martial arts arena out of the way, so that Zhong Yin and Jian were unharmed to demonstrate their swordsmanship.

"Fourth brother, let's make a move!"

The long sword in Zhong Yin's hand was unsheathed, and Yao pointed at the sword without injury, smiling.

"Big brother! I'm welcome!

The sword was uninjured and arched his hand to Zhong Yin, his expression was solemn, the sword family's family swordsmanship was offensive and unacceptable, and the lethality was too strong, he had to concentrate on it, although the kung fu in his hand was not as good as Zhong Yin, but he attacked, Zhong Yin guarded, the so-called long-term defense will be lost, not afraid of 10,000 is afraid of what if, who can say these things accurately.

"Fourth brother, don't worry! I'm not a dull person, if you want me to only defend and not attack, it's not my Zhong Yin's style, not to mention that only defending and not attacking can't let them better understand the sword family's family heirloom stunt "Sword Thirteen Styles"!"

Zhong Yin looked at the sword with a smile on his face, he didn't want the fourth brother to have any scruples in his heart.

"Good!"

The sword was harmless, and his face was condensed, and he was about to make a move.

"Two masters, slow down!"

The honest young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes who had just spoken, suddenly spoke.

"What's the matter?"

The sword was unharmed, and when he turned around, he saw that it was the honest young man again, and he immediately frowned, quite dissatisfied, how could this person be so unreasonable, could it be that he deliberately targeted me.

"Two masters! This is the ironwood long sword that the kid uses for his daily practice, it has no edge, no lethality, the two masters can use no anger, just fight swordsmanship, you can guide us and other swordsmanship, and there is no danger, you can let go of the move!

The honest young man held two long swords made of iron and wood in his hands and handed them to the sword without injury.

Jian Wuxian was stunned for a moment, he knew that he was wrong to blame this person, and he blushed for a while.

"What's your name!"

Jian Wuxian felt that he was smiling a little embarrassed!

"Ironwood!"

The honest young man Temu scratched the back of his head, quite embarrassed.

"I'm asking your name, not the material of the sword!"

Jian Wuxian felt a little dizzy, this didn't seem to be honest, and the answer was not what he asked.

"It's Ironwood!"

Although the honest young man was a little puzzled, he still opened his mouth to answer.

"I mean your name!"

The sword was unharmed, and he felt the green tendons on his forehead.

"I'm really ironwood!"

Although Tiemu is honest, he knows what Jian Wuxian is asking at this moment, and he can't help crying without tears.

"Fourth brother, these two swords are made of Tiemu, and his name is also Tiemu!"

Zhong Yin was a bystander, and opened his mouth to explain.

"Huh!"

Jian Wuxian understood at this moment, and looked at the honest young man Tiemu with an embarrassed face.

"Brother Temu, I'm sorry!"

Jian Wuxian looked at Tiemu with an embarrassed expression.

"It's fine!"

Temu smiled innocently, looking at the sword without injury.

"Fourth brother, let's get started!"

Zhong Yin stepped forward and took a long sword from Ironwood's hand.

"Brother Temu, thank you for your sword! Let's talk later! You have to see clearly!"

Jian Wuwu took the long sword in Tiemu's hand, waved it, and looked at Tiemu, this honest young man, with a smile on his face.

The sword was uninjured and pulled a sword flower, except that it did not have the flexibility of a long sword, which was too stiff, but it was no different from a long sword, including weight and feel.

Fortunately, the sword is not injured and Zhong Yin's swordsmanship is not fancy, so you don't have to pay too much attention to the flexibility of the swordsmanship, but it doesn't hurt.