The night wind was getting colder, and Xia Tian, who was wearing a little black dress, obviously couldn't resist the coolness in the city.
Especially what happened in the box that was so exciting and exciting just now made her body break into a layer of cold sweat. Now that her body was cooling down and her sweat was cold, she felt colder and colder.
She clutched the red shawl draped over her shoulders with her legs, as if that could keep herself warm.
"Take a taxi back?" Fang Yan saw her embarrassed look and said softly.
"Two steps." "Xia Tian said. She didn't buy a car or real estate in that city, and she was picked up and dropped off by a driver when she went out. When she came out of Sky One just now, she didn't call the driver to ask them to arrange a car. Now, she won't call again. Call the driver out of his home. Drivers have their own lives too.
Fang Yan walked in the wind outlet on the right side of Xia Tian, which could help her block the east wind a little. Said: "He also thought about begging me to take off his coat - but he was afraid that I would embarrass him if I refused."
"I haven't tried it, how could I know he would refuse?" Xia Tian asked.
Fang Yan glanced sideways at Xia Tian, but what was wrong was his beautiful, bright and gentle eyes.
That girl's eyes are so pretty!
After thinking about it, Fang Yan discovered a problem. In fact, most beautiful women have beautiful eyes. Qin Yitian, Jiang Qin, Yuan Lin and even Lu Chaoge - eyes are the windows to the human soul. If a person's eyes are ugly, no matter how delicate and beautiful the woman's facial features are, It can also be called a personality beauty.
Otherwise, Fang Yan took off his black coat.
Xia Tian was not reserved and took it naturally and put it on his shoulders.
"I feel much better." Xia Tian said with a smile. "I often take over jackets from boys when I'm acting. This is the first time that something like that has happened in real life -----"
"Is that also acting?" Fang Yan asked.
Xia Tian glanced at Fang Yan with a slight frown and said, "Fang Yan, he found that I am very aggressive."
Fang Yan smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "Maybe it's because he's in a bad mood."
"Can you tell him now? Who is he?" Xia Tian looked at Fang Yan with burning eyes and asked.
"He doesn't know." Fang Yan said. He knew that Xia Tian would ask that question. He could get rid of Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin, he could get rid of those students, but no, Xia Tian was not that easy to deal with.
"Don't I know either?" Xia Tian's beautiful eyebrows wrinkled slightly again. "Although his goal is not to attack me, he is also trying to hurt him while attacking me - do you need help?"
Fang Yan glanced at Xia Tian and said, "Need. Not needed either."
"Um?"
"I need to help him find him. We don't need to move our legs to get him." Fang Yan said. "He is very strong. Don't make unnecessary sacrifices."
"It's bright red." Xia Tian nodded. "Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin, are they good prospects----"
"That's none of their business. If I really like them, I can have a good talk with them." Fang Yan said, "He won't make decisions about their lives. Because he can't afford it."
"But he can see that they trust me."
"Because he is their teacher. A teacher who thinks he is pretty good-----"
"I asked him to help me with the new album."
"That's something he needs to consider."
Xia Tian was a little anxious and said: "Fang Yan, it really hurts him that I did that - he can find other Tai Chi high legs, he can find replacement illusions. But no, he obviously knows that there is a better choice, obviously Do you know if I am the most suitable one? After seeing me doing Tai Chi, how can he choose someone else?"
Fang Yan thought for a while and said, "It's quite difficult."
"If I don't show up, he will feel that his work is not the most perfect. I don't feel that way before preparation, and I don't feel that way after the work is released. Even if I think about it many years later - I don't feel that way. He is a Virgo, and what he fears most is imperfections and regrets in life."
"-------"
"Promise him, I'll set any conditions, okay?"
"Okay." Fang Yan said.
"What conditions?"
"The conditions are whatever he wants." Fang Yan said. Before Ninja entered the house, Xia Tian's words really touched Fang Yan a lot.
He talks about calligraphy, tea ceremony, traditional Chinese culture, tradition, and teaching. In fact, he can instill the profound and profound culture of China into the students, and these students will pass it on from generation to generation and carry it forward.
Xia Tian is a star, she sings and acts, but she is also doing the same thing as Fang Yan. Moreover, her influence strives to be greater than that of Fang Yan.
"I agreed?" Xia Tian asked in surprise.
"It doesn't matter." Fang Yan said. "It's just a shot. He doesn't think too many people will pay attention to it. That solves his worries about becoming famous----"
"Fang Yan, thank me. Thank me very, very much." Xia Tian said with a smile.
She stretched out her dharma dance, and a taxi stopped beside her.
Xia Tian opened the car door and got in. When Fang Yan wanted to follow him, the taxi door closed with a bang.
"Don't you need him to take me back?" Fang Yan asked with a smile.
"He's not that squeamish." Xia Tian said with a smile. "Go back and rest. Why bother making an extra trip."
Xia Tian waved his leg at Fang Yan, and the taxi started to drive away.
Fang Yan smiled and walked in the opposite direction.
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In the east moonlight, in the cold wind, a boy with a stern expression is practicing his sword.
In the courtyard, there is an ancient locust tree planted. The boy stabbed his sword against the thick trunk of the locust tree.
Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
One sword, another sword, Qianye Haowu has thrust out one thousand two hundred and twenty-six swords.
The same posture, the same angle, even the same strength. Every morning he prays for three thousand swords to be pierced.
So his father, Chiba Hōbu, did not agree with his request.
Everyone in the world finds it strange that the Chiba family is famous for its swords, and whether Chiba Shusaku used the Beichen Ittou style to bring Eastern swordsmanship to a level that attracts the world's attention.
But, his descendant Chiba Hōbu is good at using swords. Everyone thought that person was mentally ill, and if he didn't inherit such good sword skills, why would he enter a field that he was not good at
When everyone had that kind of doubt, Chiba Hōbu traveled to the Seventeen Islands of the East with one man and one sword, challenging the Ito Broken Kensai, the Koga Shadowless Sword, and the Itamoto Mad Sword Sect—three victories in three battles, and one fell swoop. Winning the crown of the best swordsman in the East.
I want to know if Toshi Ito, the master of the Ito Broken Sword School, was recognized as the best swordsman in the East before the Chiba Military Department. The Chiba Military Department defeated him and naturally inherited that title.
From then on, all the memories were filled with the sound of Bing.
Aren't there still many people who wonder why----he just used the sword
"The strength of the sword depends on the strength, and the weight of the sword is delicate." Qianba Bingbu stood behind his son and watched. He carefully watched every sword thrown by Chiba Haowu. Qianye Haowu stabbed out one thousand two hundred and twenty six swords, and he also saw one thousand two hundred and twenty six swords.
Not a single sword was missed, as if every sword was a wonderful sword move.
Wearing a red robe, with long hair disheveled, the body stands with a bare body. The soft moonlight hit his face, making his pale face look even redder. There was a light in his narrow eyes that made it difficult to look up.
"Exquisiteness is born, and it depends on hard practice. Three thousand swords every day, the same angle, the same speed, the same strength. After ninety-nine and eighty-one days, that move became a part of my body. No need to think about it. There is no time to think about it, just deny the sword."
"Then he knows how to use that sword?"
"Is a sword very powerful?" Chiba Hōbu said with a smile. "What kind of neck can't be broken without cutting it with two swords?"
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"There is Taoism in China, and Taoists pay attention to all things in life. But the real natural way is that all things are unified. Every time I stab the sword, Wulang can see eighteen changes, and Qingyin can see forty. Nine kinds of changes ----- he can see three thousand nine hundred and ten."
Chiba's martial arts legs shook, and the sword in his legs almost came out.
In his mind, the god-like tall-legged Izai Goro and Qingyin are so far away from their father
"In the past, he could see at least nine thousand changes." Qianye Bingbu said with infinite regret in his eyes: "Every additional sword is the phantom of one sword. Of those three thousand nine hundred and ten swords, there are three thousand Nine hundred and nine swords are phantoms - only when those phantoms disappear can the path of Wuzai Sword be achieved."
Chiba Haowu quickly recovered his mind, raised his sword again and stabbed straight, saying: "Did Father mean that the more Goro and Qingyin can see, the better, and the less Father needs to see, the better?"
"No, they also need to see as little as possible. It is best to be able to see one sword, the original sword."
"Then Father-----" Chiba Haowu felt that his head was a little dizzy. His father didn't teach him well, but once he taught him, he became more and more confused about what the essence of Hong's kendo was.
"All things are born. If all things are not born, how can all things be unified?"
"He is obviously red." Qianye Haowu said seriously.
"A sword is not a sword. It is the sword that I stabbed out. It is not the sword that kills people. It is not the sword that enforces law. It has all kinds of changes, all kinds of magic, but its essence will not change." Qianba Bingbu said with a faint and fascinating voice. : "Then that's the reason why he came to China."
"Is there a reason why father came to China?" Qianye Haowu asked strangely. Didn't father come to avenge himself? Beat that little teacher named Fang Yan hard, or even cut his neck with a sword ----- If not for that reason, why did he immediately move his family after returning to China after a tragic defeat? The decision to go to China
"Practice your sword." Chiba Hōbu said those two words clearly.