"The shape of a soldier is like water. The shape of water avoids heights and tends to go down. The shape of soldiers avoids reality and attacks the weak. Water controls the flow based on the ground, and soldiers win based on the enemy. Therefore, soldiers have no constant momentum, and water has no constant shape. Energy can be controlled by the ground.
He who wins by changing his enemy is called a god! "
"Those who are good at defending are hiding under the Nine Earths, and those who are good at attacking are moving above the Nine Heavens, so they can protect themselves and achieve complete victory."
Zhao Lanshe read the Art of War while shaking his head. The sun in the spring was warm, and it always felt particularly comfortable when it shone on people.
The time for school in the Bowen Hall has always been very early. In modern times, only elementary schools have this schedule. The sun shines through the gaps in the leaves covered by layers of leaves, coating the ground with a layer of golden light. At the moment, the Bowen Hall
It was extremely quiet. Except for the sound of her endorsement echoing on the stone road, the surroundings had already fallen into silence.
"Hey, how are you preparing?"
Pei Ji came out of nowhere at this moment, sat on the table looking at her with interest, and casually placed an orange on the table.
The sound he made made Zhao Lanshe take a few steps back in fright. Then he realized that the voice was familiar, and he almost lost his grip on the book and dropped it to the ground.
"Brother, do you know that scaring people can scare them to death?"
Zhao Lanshe complained in a low voice, then naturally put down the book in his hand, and brushed the tangerine away from Pei Ji.
"Take my orange?"
Pei Ji was probably a little surprised by his behavior, so he crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows.
"You put it there and don't eat it, just to give me something to eat."
Zhao Lanshe raised his hand and threw the orange in his hand provocatively, then glanced at Pei Ji with a smile.
"I don't want to argue with you, young master. How are you preparing?"
He obviously said this, but the corners of Pei Ji's lips were slightly raised, and a narrow smile flashed in his eyes. When Zhao Lanshe looked up at him, he immediately suppressed his smile, turned his eyes, and looked at himself.
Falling petals.
"It's not bad, right??? Why didn't Mr. Pei go to Jingwu Hall today?"
Zhao Lanshe has little confidence. In the few years since he came here, he has never experienced any large-scale examinations. The biggest examination is nothing more than the annual inspection by his father in the palace. Now that the examination is getting closer and closer, he feels more and more unhappy.
Be safe, what if you just take the exam and fail the exam?
Thinking of this, my brows knitted together more and more, and I didn't know where I was going.
Pei Ji also suddenly remembered that day in the Jingwu Hall, when she fought with Lu Chuan, she did not actually have the upper hand in fists and kicks, but mainly relied on outsmarting her. Even if she was in the assessment, it would be difficult for her to gain the upper hand in the martial arts test.
"Hello!"
"Hey! Little brat?"
"Um?"
"What are you thinking about? How about I, the young master, show kindness and guide you today?"
Pei Ji helplessly knocked Zhao Lanshe on the head and sat next to her.
For some reason, Zhao Lanshe always felt that there was a hint of smile and a little hook called "tsundere" in his eyes as dark as night.
"you?"
Zhao Lanshe looked up, down, left and right with evil intentions, as if Pei Ji's words were too unreliable, right?
Pei Ji's eyes never left the girl for a moment. He watched the girl go from sizing up to disbelief at the moment, and a strange desire to win gradually surged in his heart.
"Otherwise? I am the leader of the martial arts test, so I can teach you the three-legged cat skills."
"Then...thank you, Mr. Pei, for your advice."
Zhao Lanshe bowed Yingying and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. Pei Ji straightened his expression and got two young willow branches from somewhere.
As soon as she finished speaking, the girl rushed out holding the willow branch in her hand. The moon-white figure was as light as a young swallow. She turned her wrist gently, and the young willow cut through the air like lightning, hissing through the wind.
She turned her wrist again, and the willow branch obediently formed a sword flower in her hand.
Her swordsmanship is much gentler. Compared to the deadly and harsh moves on the battlefield, her swordsmanship is more circuitous and graceful, but it also has the meaning of forcing people to a dead end and finally surrendering to her sword.
.But for the battlefield, it would be too pretentious to talk about beautiful moves.
"I'll give you three moves first."
Pei Ji clung to the willow branch and dodged in front of the girl. The willow branch flew by and brought fierce wind towards the young man. He turned slightly and dodged. After three moves, Zhao Lanshe barely touched the corner of his clothes.
It seems that Pei Ji did it deliberately to make her happy.
In an instant, the roles of the two people were reversed. Two figures, one black and one white, were competing with each other in the yard. When the willow branches swept across the stone slabs, they disturbed the petals that had just fallen.
Pei Ji's swordsmanship was just like his own, he was bold and domineering, and his sword power could be described as arrogant and resolute. He hardly left any time for breathing before taking the next move. For a moment, Zhao Lanshe's mind was a little dazed.
There is almost no opportunity to counterattack.
She finally took advantage of Pei Ji's turning and seized the right opportunity to stab him, but to her surprise, the young man did not dodge, and then she felt a little coldness on her neck. She lowered her head and saw that it was the willow in Pei Ji's hand.
branch.
"You lost."
A bright and dazzling smile appeared on the young man's lips as he looked at her. He put down the willow branch in his hand, walked calmly to the pear tree in the pavilion and sat down against it.
This result can be said to be completely within Zhao Lanshe's expectation. After all, as she was walking in a hurry on Zhuque Street that day, she knew that she was not as good as Pei Ji in terms of martial arts alone.
She wasn't angry at all, so she found a place to sit down by herself to listen to what he had in mind.
"Kid, your swordsmanship is too important to the situation. You almost force people into a corner with one move after another. But what if the enemy doesn't give you this chance? You will just be overwhelmed, and the power gap is already a problem. If
If you want to win, you have to use tricks."
"Tricks?"
"Well, there are very few women practicing martial arts in Dayong, and men can almost do one and a half moves. Men are strong, but they also have weaknesses. As long as you find the weaknesses, you are definitely not invincible."
The young man closed his eyes and sat quietly under the pear tree. The pear blossoms were falling on his shoulders and clothes, which inevitably added a bit of softness to the young man.
"A man is strong, but cannot control his strength, so he is not flexible; but if a woman is smaller, her flexibility will be greatly improved. If this is the case with a sword, maybe the speed of the sword and the sensitivity of the movement are the breakthrough?
"
Zhao Lanshe tried to analyze and said, in line with the modern saying, "The only martial arts in the world is fast.", but it seemed that it didn't make sense, and he frowned and looked at the young man.
"Yes, as long as your attack speed and movement are agile enough and you can catch me by surprise, you will never lose."
"As for the young master, of course everything will be fine."
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man suddenly opened his eyes, and his youthful spirit was written in his brows. He stood up and danced his sword again.
A branch of willow seems to be dancing in the spring breeze. The silver light suddenly rises and pierces the sky. It looks like a flying dragon, and like a snake, it swims among the fallen flowers in the sky.
"Do you understand?"
Sweat flowed down the young man's forehead and dripped on his clothes. The young man raised his eyes and looked at the dazed girl who was looking under the pear tree.
"You must be fascinated by me, right?"
"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you. I'm just thinking about swordsmanship. I should probably understand it."
Zhao Lanshe curled her lips in embarrassment after some of her little thoughts were revealed. She immediately took the willow branch from Pei Ji and stood in the middle of the yard.
"I think your brain understands it, but your hands don't understand it yet. Give it a try."
Zhao Lanshe was really stunned just now. She only remembered about eight points of Pei Ji's movements. It was inevitable that she stumbled a bit during the dance. She really couldn't remember some parts, so she turned to Pei Ji for help.
"stir."
Pei Ji reminded him loudly. The girl then circled the willow branch in her hand in a counterclockwise direction, chopped it through the fallen flowers, and floated down.
The girl danced with a willow sword, while the boy stood on the mountain glass and watched.
I don't know if it was the willow branches that stirred the petals, or the wind was a little more partial, but the pear blossoms wrapped around Zhao Lanshe's skirt, which couldn't help but add a bit of unreal beauty to her.
After finishing this set, Zhao Lanshe was a little unable to hold on. Unexpectedly, it didn't look like a difficult set of swordsmanship. After only one attempt, his inner clothes were almost soaked with sweat, so he walked towards the bookcase.
"continue."
Pei Ji's cold and calm voice passed through his ears, and Zhao Lanshe could only sigh and continued to practice his sword skills.
After practicing under Pei Ji's guidance several times, Zhao Lanshe almost felt that he could no longer stand firmly, and Pei Ji relaxed. Although he was a little tired, the sword skills taught by Pei Ji were indeed better than
The flexibility I was used to before has improved a lot.
"Here, I'll give you half of the orange, so I'll take it as a thank you gift for today."
Zhao Lanshe broke off half of the peeled orange and threw it to Pei Ji.
"If you take the oranges from me, I will give you half of them. Should I treat them as a thank you gift?"
The young man steadily took the orange from the air and said with a hint of disgust. Although he said this, he still broke off half of it and put it in his mouth.
"What if that's not the case? No one knows that Young Master Pei is the most appreciated by His Majesty in this imperial city. He has never seen anything good, so Lan Deer can only borrow flowers to offer to Buddha."
Zhao Lanshe held her chin and stared thoughtfully for a while before replying. After saying that, she shrugged helplessly and innocently, as if to say, it's not that I don't want to thank you, but that you really do.
Nothing is missing.
The breeze blew by, lifting the hair hanging down by the girl's ears. The boy looked away unnaturally, and the roots of his ears were stained with a hint of crimson at some point.
"Then... I'll just accept it reluctantly."
Birds chased each other and flew over the palace. At some point, the end of the sky lost its orange color and put on new clothes of dark blue.
"The key to the palace is about to be released. Will Master Pei continue to stay here?"
Zhao Lanshe packed up the desk and raised his eyebrows at Pei Ji, who was still sitting calmly beside the desk. He seemed to have no intention of leaving, so he couldn't help but remind him.
"You clean up first. It's getting late. I'll just take you back to the palace on the way."
"ah?"
Zhao Lanshe was afraid that he heard wrongly. What did he say? He wanted to send me back to the palace? Are you serious?
"Well...my brother is waiting for me at the gate of the palace."