The Heroine’s Route is Wrong

Yuan Wuji held the sword in his right hand. At the beginning, the tip of the sword was facing downwards, slowly raising it flat, and his left hand slightly raised and pinched the sword. If you don't know how to swordsmanship, you would think that this style is quite fancy, but Zhao Qingyi doesn't think so.

This is the secret of Dongfang Xuanmen Kungfu. Holding the sword in the right hand and holding the sword art in the left hand is the way of balance. There is no low, no high; if there is no static, there can be no movement.

Yuan Wuji hadn't made a move, and had a sense of infinite momentum, Zhao Qingyi was right now.

Yuan Wuji had no intention of caring that he was still a child, and he could recognize the aura of a peerless master.

Yuan Wuji's figure approached like a ghost, and a sword Wuying Wuhen slashed towards Zhao Qingyi, the world martial arts, only fast, Wuhen, the first key is to be fast.

Zhao Qingyi gave a secret compliment in her heart. She didn't want to die or kill him, but as a swordsman, she seldom met a decent opponent.

At this time, she had no choice but to retaliate.

Yuan Wuji's sword is much faster than the Dongwa warrior in the Republic of China era, and it has internal strength. Because the change of his sword power was much faster than her move of wrapping his long sword, the result of the same trick of wrapping the sword would be much different.

At this time, the only way to play fast is to fight hard, the fastest and the most direct.

Just listening to the sound of 锃锃锃锃, it is difficult for ordinary people to see the movement of their long swords and horizontal knives, but they have fought each other countless times.

The sword in Yuan Wuji's hand was also a peerless sword made by the Tibetan Sword Villa fifty years ago.

But Yuan Wuji had good eyesight, and found that Han Liang's horizontal knife was intact, and he felt that he had an extraordinary origin in his heart.

Zhao Qingyi can't use system tools and ultra-modern things, but there is no room to collect her wealth, no, storage space. In her life as a daughter, because the tasks were over-completed, the system ball master conscience discovered that the saber he sent her to play was still there, and it hadn't been sealed by it.

Cold weapons can find replacements in this era. She has played for so many lives, and there is no need to seal them.

Zhao Qingyi is fast, on the defensive, it is really that she is not familiar with this "Wuhen Twelve Swords".

But seeing his continuous offensive and hard to find flaws, she had to take three more moves.

After finishing the seventh move, both of them took a step back. Zhao Qingyi couldn't help being surprised that this world really has swordsmanship that can be said to be a superb character. He is still so young, it can be seen that he is truly talented, and God appreciates food.

Yuan Wuji's right hand was slightly numb, and he was shocked: the first four moves he used eight and nine points of force respectively, but the last two moves actually used ten times of force, and he did not gain the upper hand. The offensive was captured.

There are no more than ten successful masters in the world of swordsmanship who can tie him. How old is he?

Yuan Wuji saw him dressed in women's clothing. He was not a demon king at this time. His eyes looked like a cold star, his skin was like ice and snow, his face was like autumn water, and his bearing was high and magnificent, like a goddess of a snow mountain.

Yuan Wuji wanted to attack with the eleventh ruthless sword technique, but at this time he was moved and hesitated.

He quickly concentrated on: How can he be distracted when he finds a peerless opponent to compete?

He raised his breath and attacked Zhao Qingyi again, with the tip of the sword pointed at the three vital points of her upper body. If there is a lot of change, it will definitely affect the power and speed. If there is no change, it is easy for people with too good eyesight to make tricks.

The opponent is a master like "Lian Qing", one move covers her three vital points, no more, no less.

Zhao Qingyi didn't directly block it at this time. This move was very similar to the second move he made. She had quickly caught the flaw in the rear when he made this move.

Avoiding the reality and attacking the void, Zhao Qingyi's understanding of swordsmanship with Yang suppresses the yin, she stabs his lower abdomen with a sword very quickly.

Yuan Wuji hurriedly changed his trick to avoid this trick, Zhao Qingyi caught his next flaw sooner, and the sword pierced his "Yuanye Point" very quickly.

Yuan Wuji blocked again extremely fast, but a fraction of a beat slower was enough for a master. Since then, Yuan Wuji has changed every time to repair the flaws, although he is fast, but Zhao Qingyi's swordsmanship continuously points to his next flaw.

He is indeed a master of swordsmanship. Every time he changes his skills, Zhao Qingyi's offensive can be resolved, but Zhao Qingyi has already grasped the opportunity. At this time, he is also excited, and the continuous offensive is used.

Zhao Qingyi didn't attack his internal force with a cruel hand, but he didn't show mercy on the word fast. After that, the two white shadows fought for thirty-three moves. Finally, Zhao Qingyi pierced his sleeve with a sword, and Yuan Wuji slowed by one point and one second, and the sword energy cut off a strand of ink hair beside her ear.

If Zhao Qingyi slapped her cruelly, her horizontal knife would have pierced into his heart, and if he exchanged his life, Jianfeng would also cut her neck-at least skin trauma.

Each of them took a step back and let out a long sigh of relief.

Zhao Qingyi said: "The former eldest brother is indeed a master of swordsmanship. Although I made a tie, I tried my best."

Yuan Wuji groaned for a while and said, "You have won."

"No." Zhao Qingyi went back to pick up the scabbard of the horizontal knife, and put the knife back into the scabbard.

"To win is to win." Yuan Wuji was very insistent.

Zhao Qingyi smiled and said: "Why are you so humble? Think what you like. Thank you for your hospitality these days. I had a good time, I'm leaving!"

Yuan Wuji looked at him with a sweet smile, still looking like a beautiful woman, and suddenly said, "You have tried with me, so you don't need to wear women's clothing."

"Okay, I'm afraid that I won't return the good things." Zhao Qingyi shook his head and sighed.

Yuan Wuji smiled, speechless.

Zhao Qingyi shouted into the distance: "Xiao Hei!"

Akhalje Jinma, who had recovered from his illness and had recovered a lot of strength, ran over and ran over and rubbed her next to her.

Zhao Qingyi lifted his breath, lifted the weight lightly on the horseback, and waved at him: "See you!"

Speaking of driving the horse forward, Yuan Wuji suddenly remembered something and shouted, "Brother Lien, where are you going?"

Zhao Qingyi grabbed the rein, suddenly turned back, and came to him.

Yuan Wuji was overjoyed and said, "Brother, it's getting late, you follow me back to the village, where you are going, it won't be too late for you to leave tomorrow."

However, Zhao Qingyi said, "Big Brother Yuan, can you not call me ‘Liandi’? I’m terrified. Call me Aqing."

Later, if he changed his name to "Young Brother" "very savvy", it would be numb, only slightly better than "Lian Brother". "Brother Lian", she is not Yang Lianting.

Yuan Wuji had become accustomed to being tortured by the Hunshi Demon anyway, but at this moment he was very receptive.

"'Aqing' where are you going?"

In the life of the original owner, these few days of ease and wealth are also unique. Although it was not so beautiful when I met him, and the process was okay, when I looked back, I felt that he might be more tolerant to her than her biological mother or the so-called mother.

The original owner is actually a woman with very delicate feelings, and of course Zhao Qingyi now has this kind of delicateness.

She sighed lightly: "I heard that Shuofang is where I was born. I don't have a home, and I don't have roots. I'm going to look for it. Maybe I can see Daddy, Daddy will like me."

Yuan Wuji couldn't help feeling the sadness in his few words. It turned out that he had been separated from his family since he was a child.

He couldn't help saying: "Your martial arts are so high, your dad will definitely like you."

Zhao Qingyi said: "But I don't know how to read, nor can I play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Will my father like me too?"

Yuan Wuji was startled and said, "How can you not be literate? Your martial arts are so high."

Zhao Qingyi said: "You don't need to be literate to practice martial arts. I practiced the "No Words Book of Heaven". If you are illiterate, do not learn, will your father like you?"

Yuan Wuji couldn’t bear it too, and Xiao Xiao couldn’t help betraying his sister, saying, “My sister doesn’t like to read, and she is also playful. Although Dad will persuade her, if she doesn’t read well, Dad still has to love her. Because Dad There is only a sister and a daughter, who is born with flesh and blood, so there is no one who doesn't love it." (Original sister: Bring my knife.)

Even if he has obsessive-compulsive disorder and cleanliness, he will pretend to be cold, except for everything else, he is still a sixteen-year-old boy.

Zhao Qingyi couldn't help thinking of her disappointment that the original owner could not read, could not learn piano, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy, and made a fool of herself among the female relatives, and could not communicate with Zhang's mind. And she was cared for by Li Qingyue, and sighed that she was connected.

If you have never been around your own flesh and blood, there will always be fakes instead, and when the fake is true, it is true and false.

Yuan Wuji said, "You are so young, you can learn if you are illiterate! I can teach you."

Zhao Qingyi snorted and said, "Being a talent...is a talented person really great? I don't want to learn it."

Dyslexia, you can’t learn it.

Yuan Wuji:...

Zhao Qingyi said: "Are you smug or ridiculing? Your martial arts may not have won me, but you are literate, and know how to call piano, chess, calligraphy, poetry, wine and tea. You are more tolerant than me, right?"

Yuan Wuji said, "A Qing, I didn't think so. Some people in this world are very good at writing and writing poetry. They are also proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine and tea. "

Zhao Qingyi was amused by chance, and said: "You are right, so I can't study anymore, otherwise I will be with the slut?"

"..."

"Go, goodbye by chance. Drive!" She took the reins and turned the horse's head around.

The young woman in white clothes was riding on a lean black horse. Yuan Wuji stared at her flying black hair and skirt hem.

He has always cared about the pride and victory or defeat, but he didn't keep half of it in his heart. He just looked at the far away Yiqi, lonely and melancholy.

When Yuan Wuji returned to Zhuangzi, his heart was still empty, sitting in the lobby in a daze.

Li Cang came over to report business.

Luo Jing came to Master Yasukuni’s flying pigeons, asking what the heir did after leaving Luo Jing for so long.

Yuan Wuji returned to his senses and said, "Grandma is about to reach her 60th birthday. What birthday gift would you like to prepare in Chang'an?"

Ordinarily, as a half of the arena, he went out to find a master to compete. As long as he returned safely, the Yasukuni Referendum would not blame him.

But there is an unspeakable awkwardness in his heart, that is, he doesn't want to report this matter to the Lord Yasukuni. It has nothing to do with victory or defeat.