After not seeing each other for a few days, Niu Niu seemed very friendly when she first saw Ning Yi.
He moved his short legs, opened his arms, and galloped all the way, like a happy little bird.
"Slow down, slow down."
Ning Yi squatted down, really worried that she would fall down halfway.
Niu Niu threw herself into Ning Yi's arms, caressed Ning Yi's face with her soft little hands, raised her little head, and her big eyes were bright, occasionally glancing at the storage magic weapon in Ning Yi's hand.
"Little greedy cat."
Ning Yi stretched out his hand and scratched Niu Niu's nose. The little girl seemed to be squirming in Ning Yi's arms like a coquettish girl.
As if by magic, Ning Yi had a piece of peanut cake in his hand.
The smell of the food made Niuniu's mouth water with the temptation. She grabbed it and put her little head against Ning Yi's chin for a while.
Not far away, Mrs. Xiang watched quietly.
I don't know what I thought of, but tears suddenly welled up in my eyes. I quickly turned my head and wiped them away quietly.
After playing with Niu Niu for a while, Ning Yi went to the backyard to find Sang Zi.
Today, Sangzi seemed to have something on her mind. She was sitting under a pomegranate tree. The fruits on the branches were bright red, indicating that it was harvest time.
"Why do you have so much free time today?"
Ning Yi looked at Sang Zi for a few times, sat down on the stone chair opposite, stretched out, and showed a relaxed and happy smile on his face.
"Waiting for you."
Sang Zi looked at Ning Yi, his smile was like running water from a mountain stream, immersing his heart.
"wait for me?"
Ning Yi was stunned for a moment, "You already know."
"I just found out yesterday. I watched Senior Li with Master."
Sang Zi wrinkled his nose and said angrily: "Such a big thing happened and you didn't tell me. Moreover, it's related to me."
"This is a duel between two men."
Ning Yi looked directly at Sang Zi without evading, "Tell you what? Do you want to be the referee? If he dares to provoke, I will beat him away and subdue him."
"Who are you to me?"
Sang Zi was rarely serious and asked without giving in: "Why do you use me as a target in a duel?"
After experiencing this incident, Ning Yi knew his true heart.
If we retreat today, it will not only be a cowardly act, but it will also hurt Sangzi.
Ning Yi grabbed Sang Zi's hand and held it tightly. His eyes were fiery and affectionate. The words came to his lips, but he couldn't express them. He hesitated for a long time, "You should understand what I mean."
"not understand."
Sang Zi's ears turned red, a mischievous look flashed in his big eyes, and he shook his head quickly.
Ning Yi feels angry, anxious, ashamed and annoyed.
For a moment, his blood surged, and he suddenly put his right hand around the back of Sang Zi's head and kissed her.
When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they are better than countless others in the world.
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"Yesterday I told Master that after some time, he would talk to Senior Li and not blame you for this matter."
Under the pomegranate tree, Sang Zi leaned on Ning Yi's shoulder, her delicate body soft and weak, her face moist and pink, and her voice soft and tender.
"Well, you make the arrangements."
Ning Yi was a little excited. Gaining love and knowing each other's feelings made him suddenly feel that this world became real.
People are like duckweed, now they have an anchor.
"Um……"
In the next two days, life was as light as water, but full of sweetness.
Ning Yi stayed in the maternity hospital, never leaving the door or taking a step forward, becoming a complete homebody.
Comprehend the concept of "fetal transformation" and practice the "technique of fetal breath" to enhance the strength of the physical body.
The 'Lingxi Sword Style' is close to completion, and the 'Xuanyin Thunder Escape Technique' has just started. It has reached the eighth level of Qi training and is starting to climb to the ninth level.
Every day, Ning Yi's strength is increasing, and he is getting stronger very quickly.
On this day, Jian Shiliu, who had been in seclusion for a long time, came to visit.
Counting the time since we last saw each other at the city gate, it has been half a month.
Seeing Jian Shiliu again, Ning Yi found that his Qi was restrained and did not reveal anything. The sharp sword intent that faintly exuded from his body in the past had disappeared.
"Brother Sixteen seems to have gained a lot from this retreat."
Although Ning Yi is not very proficient in the way of swordsmanship, he still has some discernment. He knows that this is a sign of Shen Yun's restrained spirit, and it also indicates that Jian Liu will reach a higher level in the way of swordsmanship.
"There is no harvest to speak of."
Jian Liu smiled freely, picked up the wine bowl, touched it, drank it in one go, and said: "I just want to understand some things and understand some truths. Tonight at Xu, I will challenge Huang Tu. The letter of challenge has been sent. Ning
Brother, would you like to go and have a look."
"Definitely go."
Ning Yi filled the bowl of Sword Sixteen, held it up, and said in a deep voice: "With this wine, I wish Brother Sixteen to kill that barbarian in Huang Tu with his sword."
The moonlight is like water, and the sky is clear and full of stars.
In front of the Guest House, there was a huge crowd, and the challenge became more and more intense, which has affected the hearts of the entire Chang'an people.
Every time he failed, the sense of humiliation, anger, and loss would be like a sword scratching his heart, leaving him with a lot of confusion and fear. But every time he was challenged, he couldn't help but come forward, hoping that it would be a success, and the young trend-setters of the Tang Dynasty would defeat Huang Tu and avenge their previous shame.
Hope is a very torturous thing.
Princess Qingyuan was also deeply affected.
The high-rise building opposite the Guest House, this excellent viewing platform has been booked by her since the challenge arena was built. She has been here more times, and has been bumped into more times.
Gradually some tidbits of news spread.
For example, Princess Qingyuan said that whoever can defeat Huang Tu will marry him.
After hearing this, Qingyuan laughed it off.
If the reputation of the princess could arouse the blood and courage of the people of the Tang Dynasty, and the Qing Dynasty would be as happy as death, recalling that the ministers eavesdropped on the court meeting in the side hall, and the ministers argued endlessly over the annual tribute, but no one raised the power of the whole country,
Continue to resist the wolf invasion. Thousands of years of prosperity have worn away the bloody courage of the people of the Tang Dynasty, especially in the court.
Every time my father went to court and returned to the harem, he would be so angry that he would throw things...
"Mother Ning, do you think you can win this time?"
Princess Qingyuan sighed softly, and her eyes fell on the pavilion next to the ring. Jian Shiliu was dressed in white, sitting cross-legged, closing her eyes and concentrating, like a heavy sword without an edge.
"Jian Shiliu, the leader of the younger generation of Qingyun Sword Sect."
Aunt Ning looked at Princess Qingyuan with pity and said softly: "I heard that he studied under Wen Jianxian, and I don't know how much he learned. Maybe there will be surprises."
"Ask the Sword Immortal, I have read the Sword Scripture written by him."
Qingyuan's eyes showed a look of reminiscence, and he said softly: "There is a saying that impressed me deeply. He said that there is no way in the world, but because of belief and practice, it becomes true."
"A very interesting sentence."
Grandma Ning lowered her head for a moment, feeling that there seemed to be a lot of truth hidden in this simple sentence. The more she tasted it, the longer the aftertaste became.
Jian Liu stood up, nodded slightly to Ning Yi, walked slowly through the crowd, and stepped onto the ring step by step.
Solemn, calm, and unrestrained, it reveals determination and perseverance.
This atmosphere infected the onlookers, the noisy voices gradually subsided, and the huge square became silent. Jian Shiliu stood on the ring, and his breath gradually connected with the entire audience.
Vaguely, Ning Yi seemed to see the breath of the audience blending with Jian Shiliu.
Tens of thousands of people, integrated into one.
Gradually it was refined into a sword with sixteen swords as its edge.