Zhang Ling couldn't help but sigh: "Senior Yang's ability to defend against beatings is really good. He is absolutely watertight."
A sigh came, and Qin Yi said: "Destroyed twice a day, my villa will be destroyed by these two people sooner or later."
Zhang Ling carefully observed Yang Xiao's guarding the sword, and kept making gestures with his hands. Each move seemed to be engraved in his mind. A green leaf fell, and Yang Xiao, who had been guarding, suddenly stabbed through the green leaf and scratched it. Lin Rui's sleeve, when Yang Xiao saw this, he immediately stopped and changed the direction of the sword.
After putting down his sword, Yang Xiao immediately stepped forward and asked with concern: "Ruirui, are you okay?"
Zhang Ling couldn't help but chuckle. He really didn't expect that the two of them would be so close to each other at such an old age, but Qin Yi had long been accustomed to it. But through the mask, his face moved slightly, and there was a hint of tears in his eyes. It disappeared again in an instant.
Lin Rui pushed Yang Xiao away and said proudly: "My swordsmanship has greatly improved. Even I am no match for him."
Yang Xiao was like an adult coaxing a child, and said with a smile: "How can I be Madam's opponent? But isn't this a lesson for the younger generation? Of course they should be more careful."
Lin Rui ignored him, and Yang Xiao pretended to be a senior again and asked Zhang Ling, "Do you see clearly?"
Zhang Ling nodded, and then demonstrated the Guruo technique taught by Yang Xiao. The sword moves were different, but he got the key points, and it looked like a defensive posture.
Yang Xiao looked at Zhang Ling in surprise again and said, "You are really talented."
Lin Rui took a step forward and added: "It's not enough to just practice swordsmanship. Someone has to practice it. If you want to catch up with the geniuses of your generation, you have to keep fighting with people."
Lin Rui said to Yang Xiao again: "Go, finally met a junior with good qualifications, don't teach him badly."
Yang Xiao waved the sword as if it was wrapped around his hand, facing Zhang Ling with a strange smile.
"Zhang Ling, don't let down the expectations of your seniors. You have to watch carefully next."
After saying that, Yang Xiao raised his sword and walked away. The sword was like a breeze, light and unimpeded. In just a moment, it was at Zhang Ling's side. Zhang Ling hurriedly raised his sword to block it. Just when the two swords were about to touch, Yang Xiao's sword But like a snake coiling around a beam, he turned a corner and struck Zhang Ling's buttocks hard with the back of his sword. Zhang Ling shrank forward, thinking of striking back with a quick sword, but Yang Xiao didn't give him a chance at all. The sword was so fast that suddenly, He forced himself in front of Zhang Ling and beat him hard.
However, for less than half a stick of incense, Zhang Ling kept covering all parts of his body. Under the brocade clothes, there were bruises. If Yang Xiao had been injured with a sword blade, he would probably have blood flowing freely. But even so, Yang Xiao also drew his sword at a speed that was one level faster than Zhang Ling. Even if Zhang Ling had completely mastered Gu Ruo, he would not be able to defend against it.
So, at this moment, Zhang Ling finally understood that Yang Xiao's weird smile just now was just to take out his anger on himself. However, because he is a senior, Zhang Ling did not dare to say anything about his suffering, so he could only say softly: "Thank you, senior."
After saying that, Zhang Ling turned around and left.
"Zhang Ling, how can you catch up with those geniuses of your generation if you are so lazy? Come back soon."
Yang Xiao stretched out his hand to grab Zhang Ling back, but when he was only an inch away from the corner of his clothes, a hand suddenly stopped between them.
The person who passed along the sleeve was Qin Yi. Seeing Yang Xiao stretching his hand back, Qin Yi also covered his hand and said lightly: "Master Yang, that's it for today."
Yang Xiao chuckled: "Where, where..."
Before the word "li" came out of his mouth, Yang Xiao was pulled away by Lin Rui. Lin Rui stared at him fiercely and scolded: "You are still a senior, why don't you take your anger out on a junior?"
As a good man, capable of bending and stretching, of course Yang Xiao immediately admitted his mistake. This scoundrel look made Zhang Ling feel a little familiar.
Qin Yi looked at the sky and saw that it was getting dark. He said to the three of them: "It's getting late today. Everyone, please go back and rest first."
With just these words, Qin Yi turned around and left along the corridor, his back looking a little sad.
Zhang Ling said goodbye to the remaining two people, followed closely, and finally asked: "Master Qin, we have never met. It is unreasonable for you to teach me how to ride a horse and ask two seniors to teach me how to practice swordsmanship. "
Qin Yi suddenly stopped and looked at him: "Maybe it's because you are destined."
Zhang Ling sounded a little unconvinced. Although he didn't know Qin Yi, the so-called dangers in the world were only in rare cases, at least there would not be such a good thing as pie in the sky.
Qin Yi took another step, asking Zhang Ling to follow him. He walked to several trees side by side, dug out two jars of wine from underneath, and the two sat down in a small pavilion with the moon reflected in them. Qin Yi opened two jars of wine at the same time, and the alcohol that hit him made Zhang Ling a little drunk.
"Do you want to drink?" Qin Yi asked, his words seemed a bit cool.
Zhang Ling shook his head. Drinking less alcohol can improve blood circulation, but drinking too much can harm the body. But for these masters, it's a different matter.
Qin Yi directly filled a bowl for Zhang Ling and pushed it in front of him: "Here, let's drink and see."
Zhang Ling couldn't put it down, so he picked up the bowl and took a whiff first. The smell of wine was very strong, which showed that the wine had been stored for a long time, but he could still smell that it was peach blossom wine. After taking one sip, I thought it would be as uncomfortable as drinking Lieyun Shao before, but after a while, a faint fragrance overflowed.
Qin Yi asked: "Does it taste good?"
Zhang Ling shook his head: "I don't like it."
Hearing this answer, Qin Yi felt a little surprised: "Why do you say that?"
Zhang Ling replied leisurely: "If it tastes good, you may not like it; if it doesn't taste good, you may not like it."
"I really can't underestimate you. I thought you, a newcomer to the world, wouldn't understand these things." Qin Yi smiled, picked up a jar of wine, held it high, and the wine poured down into his mouth. Not a trace spread.
Zhang Ling also continued to pour down a bowl of wine and started drinking, but Qin Yi couldn't understand it.
Before Qin Yi could ask, Zhang Ling said: "It doesn't mean you will drink it if it tastes good, and you won't drink it if it doesn't taste good. It's the same whether you like it or not."
Qin Yi also smiled and said nothing, and continued to drink. What he originally wanted to say was revealed by someone, and he naturally seemed a little disappointed. At the same time, he completely changed his view of the young man in front of him. Zhang Ling also poured wine by himself, and drank several more bowls. His face turned red, and he fell drunk on the table. Qin Yi still raised the altar and drank, as if he was like a bottomless abyss, never drunk, the moonlight was shining, and he was filled with sorrow.
It wasn't until the next day that the dazzling sunlight woke up Zhang Ling. His sleepy eyes were hazy. Zhang Ling rubbed his eyes and looked up to see Qin Yi sitting quietly opposite. It was obvious that he had not slept all night.
Zhang Ling stood up, stretched, and shook the wine jar on the table: "Drink up."
Qin Yi pushed over a bowl of water. Zhang Ling smelled it and found that it was indeed water.
Qin Yi smiled slightly and said: "Don't drink with others if you have nothing to do in the future. If you want to drink, remember that you only have nine bowls of this ordinary wine, and don't touch one of those strong drinks."
Zhang Ling seemed to be sarcastic when he heard this. After drinking the water, he felt more awake. He rubbed his neck again and felt a little sore. He said casually: "No, I won't tell you anymore."
Zhang Ling left towards the gravel road.
After Zhang Ling left, Qin Yi poured what was left in the bowl on the ground, thinking about drinking with all the flowers in the villa.
