In just an instant, Mrs. Nishang realized her gaffe, and she instinctively wanted to take a look at Xie Yun.
But Mrs. Nishang is an old Jianghu after all. After a quick weighing, she froze her stiff neck in place, holding back all her unnatural expressions, but she couldn't help but feel a little ups and downs in her heart, not knowing the origin of this. Did the fascinated "Chitose worry" hear something from the exclamation she just blurted out.
Even for Feather Class, the person "Chitose You" was hidden behind the fog.
How can a simple and weak scholar be able to navigate a leisurely and contented way in today's turbulent rivers and lakes with hidden dangers everywhere
Although Mrs. Nishang has read countless books and sang countless legends, she has already passed the age of believing these nonsense.
Xie Yun didn't seem to care about her strangeness at all, and was watching Yang Jin and Zhou Fei's comings and goings with all their attention.
Zhou Fei obviously exceeded his expectations once again. After all, not everyone is crazy enough to soak in the Ximo River for three years.
Since Yang Jin's first knife, Zhou Fei has not fought back - Xie Yun's analysis is quite accurate, the gap between the two of them can't be filled by the advanced knife skills, once Zhou Fei fights back, this gap It will show up immediately, and the weaker party will completely lose his rhythm and be beaten all the time.
So she didn't fight back, just dodged, occasionally borrowing a little force from her opponent very subtly, not going far, not getting close, and always maintaining a little comfort and calmness as if walking on the tip of a knife, I don't know how much she hides and hides like this It's hard, anyway, from the outsider's point of view, she seems to be very capable.
Yang Jin is not the kind of masters in the family like Zheng Luosheng and the flower shopkeeper. Under the circumstance that he can't overturn Zhou Fei with one palm, no matter how fast his knife is, it can't be as fast as a thin blade that washes Mojiang, and no matter how strong he is, it can only affect a thousand jins. Boulder's lead... Not to mention that Zhou Fei now has an increasingly handy mayfly array to help out.
If Xie Yun hadn't met Zhou Fei on the first day, he would almost have wondered if the girl was really hiding.
At first glance, it was not that Zhou Fei had nothing to do in this situation at all. It seemed that she was a lot smarter than Yang Jin, and she deliberately procrastinated just to see the depth of the so-called "Thirteen Swords of Broken Wild Goose".
But…
Others may still be amazed at the girl's calm movement, but Xie Yun, as the only one in the crowd who knows the severity, raised her heart involuntarily. Butterflies that pass through flowers and trees have to fall among the flowers, and Zhou Fei is not a spinning top, so she can't keep spinning around tirelessly forever.
Unless... Xie Yun's eyes gradually fell on Yang Jin—unless he showed his flaws.
Yes, Yang Jin has a violent and impulsive temperament, and is also a martial arts idiot. From a certain point of view, he is a bit like Ji Yunchen, and it is indeed very likely that he has lost his level in a moment of anger. Could it be that Zhou Fei had this idea from the beginning
Then this little girl really did not lose her mind when she went down the mountain.
However, in Xie Yun's view, even if Yang Jin was so angry that she really showed her flaws, it was not very likely that Zhou Fei could seize the opportunity to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop. He believed that her eyes, which had read all over the world, could penetrate the opponent's weakness at a glance, but her skill might not be able to keep up with this vision.
Sure enough, as Xie Yun expected, within thirty moves, Yang Jin was still pressing step by step in an orderly manner. After that, his knife became faster and faster, almost becoming an afterimage, and the copper ring on the back of the knife noisily became a piece. .
Zhou Fei took a big step, turned Wangchun Mountain back with one hand, lightly blocked the blade of Yang Jin's rolling over, and then the whole person was like a wave rolling in the wind, and she took another step forward without looking back. , I don't know why, halfway around a dismounting stone at the entrance of Yuyi Class, Yang Jin's knife followed, and missed Zhou Fei's shoulder, "嘡" landed on the stone, and in an instant, There seemed to be sparks splashing on the stone, which matched the growing anger in his eyes. Yang Jin was really caught off guard by Zhou Fei's "contemptuous" attitude.
It so happened that Zhou Fei turned around at this moment, raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and revealed a specious smile, which was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire. Yang Jin stepped forward abruptly and handed out three knives in an instant - split, belt, and cut, all in one go. Without any hesitation.
Master Xu clenched his fingers slightly, almost screaming "good knife".
However, this "good knife" failed to intercept Zhou Fei, who was like a loach. Every time the Goose-Breaking Knife seemed to be swiping across the corner of her clothes, it was a little bit thrilling every time.
Yang Jin was already a little impatient at this time. If it was an ordinary competition, he might not be so impatient, but in the face of this "successor of the South Sword", he was a little preconceived.
The longer Zhou Fei did not make a move, the more monstrous his imagination of her became, to the point that he unintentionally used a repeated move, and an empty door appeared on his left waist.
Is this what Zhou Fei was waiting for
Xie Yun couldn't help holding his breath - even if someone else chased and chopped him with a knife, he wouldn't be so nervous and focused.
Once she makes a move, I am afraid there is no room for turning back.
However, to everyone's surprise, Zhou Fei didn't take the opportunity to act.
She still threw away Yang Jin's blade, and at the same time, handed over the scabbard that she had been holding in her left hand. .
In an instant, cold sweat appeared on Yang Jin's forehead.
She saw it, but didn't take action, why
From Yang Jin's point of view, for Zhou Fei, this contest seemed like a joke. The reason why she continued was because she hadn't seen him lacking in skills.
His anger reached the top, and even a vague humiliation... and fear was born in his heart.
When he saw Zhou Fei with his own eyes, although he rationally regarded her as a great enemy in his life, he still had some doubts in his heart—how could this girl who seemed to be a little childish be the descendant of the Snowbreaker? ? Can she really rise to fame in just a few months? Can you really pick the Big Dipper that everyone is talking about, and even kill the head of the Four Saints? What kind of patience can she have? Did her kung fu start from the day she was born
But the moment Zhou Fei's hilt came over, this suspicion was dispelled. If Yang Jin was still thinking "I want to win" until the moment he drew his sword, then at this time, an ominous thought "I might lose" has arisen in his heart.
Master tricks, sometimes the difference is just a little bit of energy.
Yang Jin's wild goose-winged knife, which was like running clouds and flowing water, suddenly became a little more stagnant. Soon, he missed the second time, but Zhou Fei let him go again, this time she didn't even move the handle of the knife , only glanced at it with his eyes, and seemed to shake his head slightly regretfully.
Mrs. Nishang couldn't help but wonder: "What does she want to do?"
Xie Yun's frown that had been locked suddenly opened, and a smile appeared slowly.
Mrs. Nishang: "What are you laughing at?"
Xie Yun looked away from the shadow of the sword, light and sword, put his hands behind his back, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and suddenly asked without warning: "Madam probably doesn't know, a while ago, Qi Mennei suddenly changed, and his whereabouts are still unknown. My friend thought it was the Qimen formation technique coveted by them in the old capital, and sent Beidou to hunt them down…”
Madam Nishang's expression instantly became very terrifying.
"I think this rumor is credible," Xie Yun's lips barely moved, and his voice was almost inaudible, "Mrs. may not know that after General Zhongwu's death, his family members Nandu were robbed and killed. It seems that It's nothing unusual, but the person who hunted them down was Beidou Lucun. This is really incomprehensible, a group of orphans and widowed mothers, why send such a big eagle to hunt them down?"
Mrs. Nishang shrank her palm slightly, and the black wrench on her thumb flashed light. She lowered her voice and said, "What are you trying to say?"
Xie Yun finally turned his head, the corners of his eyes were stuck with fake wrinkles, his eyelids could only be opened by half the usual size, and his eyes were unreasonably small, but they did not block his bright eyes, calm and distant, even slightly A little bit of pity.
Mrs. Nishang met his gaze, stunned for no reason, and her curled fingers involuntarily loosened.
"It's nothing," Xie Yun said word by word, "I have been friends with my wife for many years. You can tell whether it is an enemy or a friend, but some things have been leaked. I specially came to remind my wife to be more careful."
Mrs. Nishang's mind changed sharply: "Who are you from? Liang Shao... No, from Zhou Cun?"
Xie Yun glanced at her and seemed to show a little smile. He said softly, "Just an old friend of Da Zhao."
Madam Nishang was about to ask questions when she suddenly heard Li Yan exclaiming. Her attention was involuntarily drawn by the goose-winged knife in Yang Jin's hand.
The first time Yang Jin showed his flaws was because of anger, the second time because of panic, and under Zhou Fei's repeated stimulation, he soon had a third time—and this time was fatal, he hesitated.
Knife should not hesitate.
When a person can't trust the sword in his hand, it means that these ruthless cold irons will also betray their masters.
At this moment, the Wangchun Mountain in Zhou Fei's hands suddenly changed from a soft wicker stick on the Mo River to a sharp snow-breaking knife. In an instant, the gods returned to their positions and their true body was restored. She had been ready to move for a long time. The Ku Rong zhenqi suddenly reached the extreme, the tip of the knife turned an extremely smooth arc, and then, the "mountain" formula of the knife slashing Hengshan slammed into Yang Jin.
Under the shock of Yang Jin's heart, he hurriedly raised the knife to carry it, and after a moment of hesitation, he finally asked Kuaisao's "life".
Wangchun Mountain smashed into the Broken Wild Goose Saber, who was drawing the ground as a prison, and Yang Jin's wrist didn't even have time to exert force. The copper ring on the back of the blade suddenly let out a groan, and the hilt was suddenly pried off by this tyrannical force. Get up, the Broken Wild Goose Knife actually let go!
Zhou Fei succeeded in one move, without pressing, she immediately drew the knife and withdrew her strength, and with a "click", she put Wangchun Mountain back into the sheath, stood a few steps away, and looked at her opponent blankly.
She actually won this match that should have been a huge difference in strength!
Yang Jin seemed to have been stunned, looked down at his knife in disbelief, and then his eyes slowly fell on Zhou Fei.
"You saw my knife." Zhou Fei said neither high nor low.
She nodded at him almost arrogantly, turned around and walked back to Xie Yun, and then under Xie Yun's indescribably complicated eyes, Zhou Fei quietly pulled his overly flowing clothes over and wiped the cold sweat off her hands.
Xie Yun: "…"
Yang Jin still didn't seem to come back to his senses, staring at the Broken Wild Goose Sword across the ground as if he didn't recognize it.
Master Xu shook his head and said in his heart, "If it wasn't for Qingyungou's kindness to me..."
He took a step forward, picked up the wild goose-wing knife that fell on the ground, reached out to wipe the dust off the handle of the knife, and patted his shoulder silently.
Yang Jin seemed to have come to his senses just now. He closed his sword, gave way to Master Xu, and strode to Zhou Fei.
Li Yan's eyebrows were raised high: "Why? You lost, what do you want to do?"
Yang Jin's face turned red and white, his lips trembled several times, and he finally turned his head and left without saying a word.
Master Xu sighed, walked up to Zhou Fei and the others, clasped his fists and said, "Thank you Miss Zhou for your guidance, this time the old man has been ill-conceived, and there are many offenses..."
He paused, and took out an agate seal the size of a thumb from his arms. The whole body was persimmon red, and it looked extraordinarily crystal clear. There was a vivid "five bats" engraved on it. Master Xu obediently didn't get close to Zhou Fei. Instead, he turned around and handed it to Li Yan, and said, "Bring a little gadget for the girl to play with, this thing is called the 'Five Bat Command', and when you go out later, as long as you take this with you, it doesn't matter whether you live in a store or hire a When the car is dispatched, no one will dare to play tricks, and we promise to do our best."
Li Yan is still confused, and she still doesn't know what a "walking foot gang" is. She took it over inexplicably and said strangely: "Ah? What's the matter, can you make it cheaper?"
Zhou Fei stretched out her foot and kicked her.
Master Xu gave a smirk, looked at Zhou Fei again, and sighed: "The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, Miss Zhou, your reputation has risen, and you will be afraid of whether or not you will be entangled in the future, so you must be more careful."
Zhou Fei nodded nonchalantly, and said in her heart, "I'll go home soon anyway. If you have the ability, you can go to the Forty-Eight Villages to find me."
Of course, Master Xu could see her disapproval, so he didn't talk about it any more. How many young people are just starting out, and they are full of ambition, five years, ten years... How many can survive those dirty and complicated worldly people's hearts? Woolen cloth
Master Xu bowed again, waved his hand, and walked away with his people without a trace.