The autumn rain is endless, and it rains in Hangzhou City this morning when I am going to attend the poetry meeting.

When walking under the eaves of raindrops, Ning Yi heard a thunderous sound coming from the wall. He knew that it was the sound of a woman named Liu Dabiao practicing knife. Every day, this is the only thing that is for women to do without any storm.

After saying hello to the guards, Ning Yi saw the scene of practicing swords. In the heavy rain, there was only a girl in the huge martial arts field. She was still wearing a hat and waving the giant blade to run on the field, her figure changing like a fierce and graceful dance. The falling rain had wet her dress. Almost every time she swung, she swung, brought out a waterfall in the air like an explosion.

She has practiced internal skills since she was a child, so she would not get sick by the rain. However, every time she saw this girl dancing with a big sword, she could make Ning Yi feel strange. The sword was swaying as the giant blade swayed and strong. The wooden stakes on the side of the martial arts field, and the small tree touches stood up. Sometimes she would shovel out gravel on the ground. Most of the time it looked like the big sword was leading the girl forward. Sometimes the limbs were flying out, and sometimes she saw her staggering and floating steps, as if she was about to fall or be led by the big sword to fly off the ground. It made people wonder how she swung the big sword, and whether she had controlled the knife's momentum, or was she being pulled around by the inertia of the knife.

However, although it looked like a girl shepherd boy who was crying and desperately grabbed a cow that had gone crazy and ran around, she did not really let the sword out of control from beginning to end. As for the true power of the sword, perhaps only many souls who died under the sword could make a fair judgment. In the battle in Taiping Lane, he had also seen it. When the girl threw the sword in a rotation like a cannonball, the momentum and power were invincible. It is estimated that not many people could really stop the sword from smashing it hard under huge inertia.

Except for an ugly maid next to Liu Dabiao who was watching this scene at the venue, only Liu Tiannan, who was the head of the mansion, Ning Yi communicated with him about what happened today. Liu Tiannan asked with a smile: "Young Master Ning thinks how the owner of the manor's swordsmanship is?"

"The force is too strong, and there are too many false moves. Look at Da Biao's steps are floating and staggering, I think...uh. What is she going to do?"

From afar, the girl dancing the sword seemed to have looked here, and then the sword suddenly sank behind her. She dragged the giant blade and rushed forward.

In the rain, the ground exploded with waterfalls, like a lotus stepping out in the heavy rain every step. I don’t know how the petite body exploded with such a huge force. The distance between the two sides quickly narrowed. The girl and the giant blade seemed to merge together, the giant blade, the human body, the giant blade, and the human body rotated and enlarged in front of Ning Yi. After four or five consecutive times, the whole person unfolded in front of Ning Yi.

What appeared in front of Ning Yi was the picture of a girl holding a knife in her hands and stretching her whole body to the extreme. The giant blade went from bottom to top and pointed straight to the sky, mixed with a loud noise in the middle, and the stone pieces were flying. It should be that the stone railing on the edge of the martial arts field was cut off, followed by vibration and roar from the eaves.

Ning Yi had almost no time to react, and felt the wind slashing his cheeks with a burning pain. He subconsciously jumped out to the right, and Liu Tiannan was almost also flying to the left at the same time, swinging his wide sleeves, and the tiles and stones falling from the eaves were swung to the wall behind, with a sound.

When Ning Yi rolled and stood up again, a big hole had broken into the eaves of the aisle on the side of the martial arts court, and the giant blade was inserted into the ground not far from him. When Ning Yi turned his head to look, the girl's figure fell on the hilt of the knife. At this moment, the figure was tall and graceful, almost dazzling, and the sleeves and skirts suddenly turned from movement, and the raindrops falling all over the sky seemed to be forced to open. Of course, the next moment, the heavy rain was still pouring down. The girl looked at him on the knife, and her breathing became rapid as her chest undulates. Obviously, this moment just now also made her exhausted.

"Da Biao, I mean, this will definitely make others underestimate the enemy." Ning Yi spread his hands, and the girl behind the gauze curtain probably pursed her lips, rolled her eyes, and jumped off the hilt of the knife lightly. Ning Yi smiled and put the back of his hand beside his mouth, and whispered to Liu Tiannan: "Why can you hear it so far?" Liu Tiannan did not laugh in front of the owner of the manor, but turned his hands behind his back, smiled and raised his head to check the cut-out eaves.

The girl stretched out one hand and pressed the handle of the knife down, tilting the giant blade, and then she used both hands to pull out the tyrant sword that was pierced into the soil. Her practice was basically completed.

"The Badao is not like this." As he walked, Liu Dabiao spoke, "Although the previous generations of Badao were domineering, they still had the rules. Ah Sha Chang and the others were all in this way. However, I can't practice such a knife technique, and I can't pick up the knife if I practice it. I can only swing it up and follow the sword momentum. This is more labor-saving. Of course, I can't beat a few people at the beginning, because I can't turn a few circles and then fall down. If you are interested, I can teach you the orthodox Badao, with a moderate force, and there are not many false moves, but it's not easy to use to deceive people."

The girl still deliberately lowered her crisp voice, put the giant blade into the wooden box, and said with a smile: "Anyway, your skill in breaking the Six Paths is also a domineering and fierce path, and it is in line with the Badao."

"Break the six paths?"

"Your internal strength. You haven't practiced Kung Fu when you were a child and missed the best opportunity. This breaking the Six Paths is considered the best martial arts suitable for you to practice, which means breaking the limitations of the Three Realms and Six Paths... I just heard of it when I was a child, and I can't be sure, isn't it?"

"No, I heard that this is a second-rate exercise..."

Ning Yi frowned, and the girl looked at him there. After a moment, she turned her head and murmured: "A scholar, why are you going to practice kung fu? It's a mess..." She probably felt that Ning Yi was not very focused on anything. She probably was because of her interest in practicing martial arts. She was a little stupid when she was serious about him.

After all, she was a woman. She was wet with her clothes and walked towards the door beside her. Ning Yi and Liu Tiannan were walking there. After a while, he waited until the girl came in the study where she was dealing with affairs. There was nothing wrong today. The two chatted for a while, and the girl asked, "I heard that you are going to Sijizhai to attend the poetry meeting in the evening?"

"Well, I heard they said the place is good, go join in the fun." Ning Yi smiled, "Are you interested?" He knew that the girl sometimes had a bit of art and liked to read some books. After reading it, she was very literary and funny, but she had never attended such parties. Since she didn't attend, she would have no choice but to invite her.

Sure enough, after saying that, the girl on the curtain seemed to be quite distressed and shook her head: "I won't go, there's something tonight...and... I don't know how to write poetry, yes, I don't know how to write poetry..."

"Why not copy one, let other scholars write one, and Da Biao can copy it... and say it was written by himself."

The girl thought for a while: "But...?"

Ning Yi also replied: "Yes."

If other scholars hear such conversations, they may laugh and laugh continuously, but between the two, this aspect is quite appropriate. Liu Xigua nodded and said, "Okay, then you can write one for me."

"ah?"

"Next time, you can use it to recharge the scene. You are the number one talented man in Jiangning."

"My one is fake..."

"I know that your best is martial arts. Brother Slaughtering, everyone has a friend, and friends are just watching and helping each other. Thank you here..."

"……All right."

Even though most of Fang La's courts were composed of military men, there were still a large number of literati after all, and it has to be said that in this era, literati still have a sense of superiority. Although Liu Dabiao was mainly a barbaric image in front of others, he occasionally hoped that he could be elegant. After all, she did not really sneer at poetry. The two discussed in the room for a while, and Ning Yi wrote several poems of different styles for her to copy. Among them, Li Qingzhao's graceful school was not liked because she couldn't understand it. The poem "The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away all the heroes" was too vicissitudes. Although Liu Xigua liked it, she felt that it was not suitable for her.

After writing a few songs like this, there was one song she loved, which was "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer", because this song is easy to understand and looks very domineering. However, there was one sentence in it, "The Emperor's Overlords are talking and laughing", and Ning Yi changed it to the Great Overlords, and he still reminded him that this sentence was still a bit slander, so the girl didn't care about it. Then she picked a song "The Knights' Walk" that she still liked - in fact, she only liked one sentence, which was the sentence "Kill one person in ten steps, and no one stayed for a thousand miles". The rest were mainly because the poem was too long and there were too many allusions, and she didn't understand it. She even read the word wrong for the first time and asked Ning Yi: "Your song is a bit not very rhyme."

In this way, after picking two poems, Ning Yi gave her a pair of broken sentences, which is very suitable for the children of the world: "A cup of wine for the spring breeze of peach and plum blossoms, ten years of night rain in the world." In fact, this is the original poem, but Ning Yi doesn't remember them, and thinks these two sentences are like couplets... It's a pity that I don't remember the horizontal draft... He told Liu Dabiao that he could say that he had a couplet after the two poems, and what horizontal drafts can everyone use for the test, and the girl deeply agreed.

Neither of them had any psychological pressure on what they did at this time. However, the girl named Liu Xigua couldn't help but look at Ning Yi several times. After all, she knew that these were all good poems.

"The evening... may not be peaceful." She thought for a while, and finally said, "If you want to go out, try to come back as soon as possible, or you can let A Chang go with you..."

"night……"

"It's hard to say." She picked up the poem in her hand and shook her head, "I'll know then, and I don't know what will happen now. But... maybe these poems come in handy, haha..."

Although I was laughing, I could see that the girl opposite was not really expecting much. Something might have happened, but Ning Yi did not receive much information. After talking about it, everything became the same as usual. After lunch, Liu Dabiao's carriage drove out from Xiliu Street. What was going to happen had little to do with Ning Yi. After another hour or two, before dusk arrived, the carriage of the Lou family came from the intersection. Ning Yi brought a knife and a musket, sorted it out, and went out to the poetry meeting.
Chapter completed!