Seinfeld hesitated and said, "Then... Let's do it! Anyway, it's okay to listen to the story now."
This is a good start. Why do you think I and Seinfeld are married first and then fall in love? What's more, I'm the uncle Seinfeld who grabbed the mountain. If I have always been that stupid boy, it doesn't matter, but now I have become different, and it also made Seinfeld's opinion of himself different, so the two of them An inexplicable estrangement was created.
Today, Song Feier could not withstand the affair of the story, and took the initiative to walk into her room to listen to her own story. This is a good start for breaking the barrier between each other.
Naturally, Wu Zheng would not say something cheap to attack Seinfeld at this time, but told the story in a serious manner.
The next day, just after the sky was clear, the two met again in the bamboo forest. Just like every morning in the past few months, Seinfeld was concentrating on practicing her sword, but Wu Zheng did not leave immediately but under the green bamboo. Waiting for her patiently.
The giant blade flipped back and forth in Seinfeld's hands, and the bamboo leaves blown by the strong wind flew in the forest like a whirlwind.
After a while, Seinfeld found that Wu Zheng had been looking at her under the bamboo forest, and the strong wind disappeared as soon as the sword was in motion. The bamboo leaves that were blowing suddenly fell like goose feathers, and Seinfeld came out carrying the knife among the fallen leaves.
"Why didn't Xiang Gong fight your Taijiquan today? Standing here watching me practice the sword?"
"Uh... This isn't a stolen teacher, right? According to the rules of the arena, is it necessary to cut off the hamstrings and abolish martial arts?"
Song Feier smiled and said: "If someone else says Feier will definitely abolish him, but if you are Feier's mate, there are not so many rules."
Wu Zheng said with a sigh of relief: "That's good. Can Feier lend me your knife to play tricks?"
Song Feier looked at the giant blade on her shoulder, then at Wu Zheng, who was a small body, and finally said, "Are you sure?"
"Of course it is."
Seinfeld smiled slightly, then put the knife on the ground and let her body laugh, "Look at the knife here, you can try to pick it up, Xiang Gong."
Wu Zheng was not welcome. Even if he rolled up his sleeves and tied the hem of the gown to his belt, he walked over and pressed his hands on the handle of the knife and pulled it hard. As a result, the giant blade did not move. Why can't I pick it up?"
Wu Zheng said: "How heavy is this knife?"
Song Feier smiled and said: "It's not too much, it's only one hundred and sixty catties!"
Wu Zheng muttered: "One hundred and sixty catties, it shouldn't be!"
"What shouldn't it, this knife is made by Xuan Tie, and my father's one is three hundred catties!"
"I mean it's only one hundred and sixty catties, I can't hold it for no reason!"
"Really? Then you try again."
Wu Zheng nodded. This time he didn't go straight to draw the knife. Instead, he loosened the handle and followed the direction of the blade with his right hand and slammed the handle with his right hand. Then he pulled back with his backhand forcefully, and at the same time tipped his toes. With a kick up on the back of the knife, the giant blade suddenly broke out of the ground.
After the giant blade drew an arc in the sky, although it slashed on the ground again, this scene made Song Fei couldn't help but look at Wu Zheng with amazement. His small body did not expect it to be After picking up the knife, he swiped it in the air with one hand.
"This... how is this possible!"
Seeing Sein Fei's astonishment, Wu Zheng smiled slightly, and then Wu Zheng dragged the knife around on the ground. After a round, Wu Zheng used the inertia of the blade to pick up the knife again.
With this stroke, the knife never fell to the ground again, and it was smashed in a single stroke, and it was still used in the 36-style Tiangang cut of Seinfeld's family inheritance.
I have a knife in the world, and as the sword's momentum re-emerged, among the bamboo leaves flying all over the sky, Wu Zheng, the second idiot scholar, actually showed a bit of arrogance.
Song Feier felt that she must be dazzled, and she rubbed her eyes desperately before looking. That's right, that guy was really playing a sword, and the sword's momentum seemed to be the 36-style Tiangang cut from her ancestors, but she took a closer look. It seems a little bit different for every knife and every posture.
how to say! It seems that his sword has become refined, and he is leading Wu Zheng to use his sword technique.
That's right, it must be that your sword has become refined, it should be said that it is a psychic, otherwise, how can it be able to dance with a small body like Wu Zheng? (End of this chapter)