Qi Niaoyu came back from Lingquan and rested. Because of extreme sleepiness, he slept three rods in the sun after a nap.
It’s strange to say that Curl slept very well last night. The bed in the Beihongzhai Guest House is not as luxurious and comfortable as the bedroom of the Princess of Ziyang Palace. The psychedelic dreams did not appear, on the contrary, it was very sweet, like the whole person immersed in the misty spring of the heaven, the soft water flowing over every inch of the skin, it was refreshing and refreshing. Minute.
Qi Niao stretched out comfortably, took a deep breath, opened the door and walked out, feeling the wind from the forest softly on his face, bringing a chill.
"Princess, were you disturbed by that dream yesterday?"
Wu Yu followed behind and asked with concern.
"I slept soundly last night without dreaming. It may be the healing effect of the spiritual spring."
A trace of sweetness filled Qi Niao's heart, thinking of the man's cold and determined face under the moonlight last night, but the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably.
"Lingquan? When did the princess go to Lingquan, and when did Lingquan appear in this Beihong Mountain?"
Qi Xiu couldn't figure it out. Hearing Wu Yu's question, he had already said the words before realizing that he had made a mistake.
"Oh, I couldn't sleep last night, so I wanted to go for a walk. The road outside the village was winding and tortuous, so I found a spiritual spring."
Curly export explanation,
"Wu Yu, it's too boring here, I'm going to see Sister Tianyin, you don't have to follow."
Curly thinking of Tianyin crying sadly last night, I wanted to see it today.
"Yes, does the princess want Wuyu to pick some thyme?"
Yesterday the princess explained to Wu Yu that she did not pay attention to falling down the steep slope to get thyme. The princess must have not eaten thyme, so she asked.
"Thyme? Good!"
As soon as the girl's voice fell, Wu Yu looked at the blue figure that was going away, with a smile on his brows, spread his wings and left.
Qi Qi left the guesthouse like a wind and ran around, and arrived at the place where Tianyin practiced martial arts on weekdays.
Tianyin in the open space today wore an ochre-colored martial arts uniform, showing the graceful curves of a woman. A blue silk was tied up with a ponytail with a hairband of the same color. It was neat and tidy, with the heroic spirit of not losing a man.
Qi Qi didn't understand the mortal swordsmanship, only felt that the silver spear in Tianyin's hand was shaking.
As soon as the silver spear came out, the sharp tip of the cold light would resemble a silver snake, making the back cold, and when the wrist turned, it resembled the birth of the dragon, flying around the scattered smoke and dust, fascinating people's eyes.
The girl who watched Tianyin make the gun opened her mouth wide. Such a complicated move is completely different from the rush of waves caused by her own squeeze in Ziyang Palace. Every move is sharp.
The Tianyin who made the gun seemed to be immersed in her own memories, but the cold light floating on the silver gun made her think about it.
She especially remembered that this silver spear was called as a seal of the moon, and it was given to her by the person. She was used to using the sword. As soon as she picked up the silver spear, she forgot how powerful her wrists were, and she felt helpless. My child, the Fengyue fell on the ground several times.
But because of the prestige of the master of the North Hongzhai Village, he was too stubborn not to tell the person that he was not good at using the gun.
"The village owner is stubborn. If you don't use the gun well, it's a pity that this month is closed, so let me teach you."
The man’s hearty laughter came from behind,
Tianyin was getting angry and wanted to reprimand loudly. The hand of the man behind him lightly grabbed her wrist, his finger was put on a silver spear, and he carried a set of marksmanship.
Feeling the warmth from the thickly callused finger pads of the man who practiced martial arts all the year round, Tianyin's heart trembled, his cheeks gradually burned, his throat became dry and dumb, and his nose was a little flustered. , I was pinched on the tip of my tongue and couldn't spit out what I wanted to say.
After dancing with a set of marksmanship, Tianyin's back was sweaty, but he was not exhausted.
"Sister Tianyin, it's better to teach you to curl up, or to make you curl up to defend yourself!"
Seeing the woman dancing the spear stopped, Qi Ling ran forward happily, with enthusiasm in his eyes.
"If you want to learn, I will naturally teach you. Only I know this set of marksmanship, and you will not be disappointed if you give it to you."
Tianyin smiled softly, and the mottled shadows under the green pine made the woman very beautiful.
"Well, my sister is willing to teach, and if you are curled up, you are willing to learn."
With his curled eyes shining, he saw that Tianyin was not at all sad the night before, so he eagerly wanted to worship Tianyin as his teacher.
The girl followed Tianyin for a long time, until Wu Yu and Wei Heng came together.
"Tsk tusk tusk tusk, Sister Curly is really interesting. Before, your brother forced you to learn some martial arts skills, but you haven't seen you so caring."
The cynical tone of the teenager came, coupled with the dimples that swirled on his cheeks. Why couldn't Qi Curling hear him? Wei Heng was laughing at himself.
"Curl, I have been studying for a long time. I went to lunch and then come back. I have been fine recently, and I have time to teach you."
Tianyin felt the anger rising from her curled body, patted her shoulder to let her rest, and left by herself.
"You bastard, dare to laugh at me."
Qi Nula's gun hasn't been put back yet, and he strikes Wei Heng one by one.
"Don't don't don't, sister, I was wrong, so wrong."
Wei Heng dodged sideways while begging for mercy.
Seeing this, Wu Yu didn't stop him, but threw the cleaned thyme to Qi Liao.
"Okay, forgive you."
Curled and threw the gun to Wei Heng, grabbed a bunch of thyme, and started eating.
"Sister Curly, I have been in Beihongzhai for so long, and I don't think the village master has any supernatural powers."
"Huh! Does the master of Beihongzhai want to fight every day? Superficial."
Qi Niao was exhausted from training and was too lazy to talk to Wei Heng, but he screamed and left.