Jing Zhou flipped through the book, and by the time Wang Yuyan finished speaking, he had read this technique from beginning to end, and remembered the content in his heart. Then he threw the book in his hand back, took another one, and continued to read.
Wang Yuyan saw that he was reading very fast, and could only read a few breaths per page. It seemed that what he was reading was not like a martial arts secret book, but more like a miscellany of stories. She couldn't help but said: "Why are you reading so fast? It's impossible to do this. I'm impatient. If you can’t eat hot tofu, you have to practice martial arts step by step. If you act like this, you won’t be able to see the essence of this skill.”
"I've also read the Qingcheng Quick and Slow Sword. There are seventy-two moves in total. The changes are complicated. If you want to master it thoroughly, it's my cousin... My cousin will also have to spend several months..."
"The First Minister of the Ming Dynasty"
The moment Jing Zhou grabbed the secret book, she saw it in her eyes. Although it was like the skill of capturing a dragon and controlling a crane, it revealed many differences.
Although Wang Yuyan didn't know what kind of skills Jingzhou used, she had a very high vision and knew that in order to master skills such as capturing a dragon and controlling a crane, she needed the support of deep internal strength.
Since the young man in front of her has a high level of martial arts, he must be here to learn martial arts just like her cousin. Although his cousin is also fast at reading and a little eager to improve in martial arts, compared with the person in front of him, his speed is much slower.
Wang Yuyan usually didn't have many friends, but now that she had someone who could talk to her, she naturally didn't want this "friend" to go astray. In her opinion, more is not as good as finesse. If her cousin was not bound by the reputation of "repaying others with their own strengths" and calmed down and only practiced a few kung fu that suited her, he would probably be even more powerful now. Quite a few.
Jingzhou said "Oh", threw the book back, and said with a smile: "Since I returned the book, I naturally remembered it in my heart. Although the seventy-two sword techniques are complicated, they are nothing. "
After saying that, he combined his left hand into a sword and used several of the moves one by one. He raised his lips and said, "Do you think Uncle Master used these moves correctly?"
Although Wang Yuyan did not know martial arts, she was familiar with most of the martial arts in the world. Unexpectedly, the young man in front of her had really memorized these tricks and used them without any flaws.
Wang Yuyan was not annoyed when she heard that Jingzhou said he was his master uncle. She smiled sweetly and said, "I can't find any fault with these moves of yours. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought that you were good at this swordsmanship." I have been practicing for a while. My surname is Wang and my given name is Yuyan. You can call me Yuyan. What is your name?"
Ever since her aunt and Li Qingluo had a falling out a few years ago, Li Qingluo had not allowed anyone from the Murong family to come to Mantuo Villa. If Aju Abi was discovered once she came, she would be beaten and scolded and even sent to be used as flower fertilizer. Normally at Mantuo Villa, she could only see a limited number of maids and servants. Even Aju and Abi, she could only see them once every few months. This was something she could do secretly after Li Qingluo went out. The time to speak was only a moment.
At this moment, she felt very happy to be able to talk to the person in front of her.
Jing Zhou took two steps forward, took out the folding fan from his waist, unfolded it, nodded and said, "Smiling Yan Ran, Yu Yan is not only beautiful, but also has a very beautiful name."
Wang Yuyan saw that he didn't look back, as if there were a pair of eyes behind him, so she threw the book back to its original place. She was startled at first, and then her beautiful eyes turned, and she saw the folding fan made of white jade bones, with dragons and phoenixes dancing on it. She wrote a little poem, and she read it in a low voice:
In the drunken world, the eyes are wide. Where can I find Pengshan in the world? A pot of spring scenery is endless, and the breeze will never return.
The clouds disperse, the jade instrument rises to the sky, and the bright moon and golden cauldron are idle in dreams. I came here to ask about the secret of immortality. I smiled and pointed to the level of Yaotai.
She didn't like martial arts, and in her opinion, dancing with guns and sticks at her daughter's house was always indecent.
Just to be able to chat with Murong Fu more, she still read various martial arts secret books and kept them in her mind. If Murong Fu didn't understand anything, she would tell him.
In fact, Wang Yuyan would rather write, recite poetry, play the piano, be a female celebrity, or raise some chickens to play with.
Her eyes lit up and she asked, "Do you also like these poems?"
The men she usually interacts with include, besides Murong Fu, Zheng Baichuan, Gongsun Ye, and Bao Bubu. Although these men are very respectful to her, they never ask her about such elegant things except for their martial arts skills.
So much so that she felt that most men in the world loved martial arts, and even loved martial arts more than literary ones.
Jing Zhou said: "I can write a few strokes in my spare time so that my hands don't get rusty. If you want to laugh, just laugh. It's so uncomfortable to hold it in."
Wang Yuyan couldn't help but laugh and joked: "This poem you wrote is really interesting. The universe, the world, and eternity are extremely broad. However, when asking about immortals, where can there be immortals in this world? I can't see it. If you change it to picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see the Nanshan Mountain. The hut is in a human environment, and there is no noise of cars and horses."
She didn't know why men had such great ambitions and were busy with business all day long. However, wouldn't it be very sweet to live a life with her daughter's family where men farmed and women weaved?
Murong Fu always only talked to her about business matters. Even A'Zhu Abi knew her thoughts, but only her cousin. . .
She sighed quietly, and then said: "I often hear Xiao Ming say that there are Taoist priests who live in the mountains and forests. They ask for immortality. First of all, they must understand what Tao they are cultivating and what their heart is. If they find the Tao heart, they will Start practicing Taoism. If you want to seek immortality, you should not go to the mountains and rivers."
Jingzhou shook his head and said, "That's inappropriate."
Wang Yuyan frowned and said, "Oh, what's wrong?"
She felt that what Xiao Ming said was very reasonable. To cultivate the Tao, you must first cultivate the heart. If you have the Tao heart, the Tao will be everywhere.
Jing Zhou said slowly: "I think it should be changed to 'Laughter is born in the beauty of spring, and a thousand voices are carried gracefully into the morning breeze. The flowers in front of the beautiful girl's window are just right, and the golden boy's knees are the same at the beginning of the next month."
Wang Yuyan's cheeks were slightly red, her expression was shy, and she muttered in a low voice: "Bah! You're a disciple! How can there be such a master uncle?"
She was talking seriously about poetry with him, but the man in front of her was making fun of her with limericks.
Isn't Xiaoyu Yanran exactly her name, but she wasn't angry at all. When she heard Jing Zhou praise her, she felt a little happy. Unknowingly, she said this sentence that she thought was "extremely inappropriate".
But she is a well-behaved daughter, how could she say such a thing?
If Murong Fu knew this, she would probably look down upon her.
As if she felt that something was wrong with her words, or she didn't want the person in front of her to answer the question, Wang Yuyan continued: "You haven't said your name yet. I can't keep calling you 'Hey', or call you 'Taoist Master', hehe, this name is also very interesting, 'Taoist Master'. "
Wang Yuyan muttered "Taoist Master" several times, and felt that this name was really different and sounded quite nice. . .
Chapter 177 Smiling sweetly
