"Well, it's not possible at all. Let me tell you straight, you don't have the talent in this area." A Lan said to Shangluo in front of him, holding his hands.
After the words fell, the little girl paused with the sword in her hand, flattened her mouth, and the expression on her face looked like she was about to cry.
With a sigh, A-Lan spread his hands and said helplessly: "It's useless for you to look at me like this. Talent is cruel and unreasonable, but unfortunately, if you don't have it, you don't have it."
Hearing this, Shang Luo rubbed her face, and all the tears she had accumulated disappeared. She was a very skilled actor.
"Why can't you learn..." Shangluo kicked the pebbles under her feet away in anger, feeling a little depressed.
"What's the use of asking me about this kind of thing."
A-Lan looked at Shangluo and felt a little surprised. She and the other party had met once in the land of Miao. At that time, the little girl was with Lu Shiyi, whom she met first.
Because she was an old friend and her brother Lu Shiqi had helped her, Ah Lan had a very good impression of Shangluo. After the other party proposed to learn swordsmanship from her, she agreed without much hesitation.
Unlike most Jianghu people who keep their wealth to outsiders, A-Lan is very casual in terms of martial arts. He will ask for advice if he likes it, but will not teach if he doesn't like it. He is not so obsessed with keeping the swordsmanship secret in the mortal world.
When she was in Miaojiang, she made a promise to teach swordsmanship to Lu Shiyi on a whim. Now, after meeting Shangluo, she asked him to learn swordsmanship, and she agreed quickly.
It's a pity, and I don't know if it's because all the luck of the Lu family was sucked away by her unfaithful brother. Compared with Lu Qiqi, who has a photographic memory and can imitate 70% to 80% of Shang Shiqi after just one look, Shang Luo seemed very clumsy.
To say that she is clumsy is actually a bit mean. Compared with ordinary people, Shangluo's talent is not that bad. She can be seen as barely capable, but unfortunately, A Lan is using Lu Hanjiang as a reference. In this comparison, Naturally, the girl is nothing.
There is a saying that Lu Hanjiang learned the Hongchen Sword Technique almost once and was able to master it, which even made A Lan himself a little unconfident about the difficulty of this sword technique.
Until now, I saw that Shangluo was practicing completely unbelievable methods. How should I put it, although it was a bit inappropriate, A Lan did feel a lot more relaxed.
"You are not suitable for learning swordsmanship."
However, after a little test, A-Lan had already concluded that although it was hurtful to say this, she still had no intention of being tactful.
Acquired hard work is certainly important, but talent is determined innately. Cruelly, hard work can make up for one's weakness, which is completely meaningless for advanced martial arts such as Hongchen Swordsmanship.
A-Lan has been learning swordplay since she was a child, and has extraordinary judgment in this regard. Although she has only taught the opponent a few moves, she is already roughly convinced that this girl has no talent for learning swordsmanship.
"It's a pity that I only know swordsmanship, otherwise I might be able to teach you other martial arts." A Lan said with some regret.
"Then forget it."
Shangluo's expression became cheerful again, as if the loss just now was all an illusion. After she put the sword away, she stopped talking about learning to practice swordsmanship.
"Sure enough, practicing martial arts is a strenuous thing. After such a while, I feel a little hungry."
The little girl touched her empty stomach, looked at A-Lan and said, "Sister A-Lan, do you want to have dinner with me?"
"Okay," A-Lan nodded: "Just in time, your brother has also come to the Sword-making Villa. I haven't seen him yet."
The two walked out of the courtyard. A large group of people outside had been waiting for a long time. The elders of the Beggar Clan and several disciples from Zhujian Villa saw them walking out and immediately followed them. From the perspective of others, the large group of people looked like Extremely conspicuous.
However, neither A-Lan nor Shangluo cared, but the little girl suddenly caught a glimpse of other people walking towards her, her face immediately changed, and she subconsciously hid herself behind A-Lan.
"What's wrong?" Alan stopped and asked with a strange look on his face.
"Sister A-Lan, please help me block it. If he sees it, you'll be in trouble." Shangluo huddled behind A-Lan and whispered.
A Lan looked forward and recognized the person at a glance. He said that the person had some issues with him. Several Huashan disciples were coming towards him.
She narrowed her eyes and watched them walk past her and disappear around the corner before asking Shangluo, "What's wrong? Do you have a grudge against them?"
Shangluo's expression was slightly silent. She walked out from behind Alan, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said calmly: "Rounding it up, it's the revenge of killing my father...probably."
Hearing this, A-Lan felt a sense of déjà vu. She seemed to be interested, and said with a smile: "What, you killed my father?"
Shangluo glanced at Ah Lan angrily and said, "They killed my father."
"So you shouldn't be a genius with that Huashan disciple," Ah Lan chuckled and said jokingly, "How about I avenge you?"
As he said that, A-Lan frowned slightly and said doubtfully, "That's not right. You and Mr. Lu are siblings. If there is any grudge, why doesn't your brother take action?"
"Oh, he and I are cousins."
Probably because of someone's influence, Shangluo was also talking nonsense now. She glanced at the direction where the group of Huashan disciples disappeared from a distance, with an incomprehensible expression: "It's okay, I was just joking."
She seemed to be saying this to herself, Shangluo murmured, and then started to cry out that she was hungry, and pulled A Lan away without any reason.
A Lan also let the other party pull her, and she and the Lu family brothers and sisters hit it off immediately. Although the kindness had been repaid with swordsmanship, the relationship still existed. However, it was difficult for an upright official to cut off family affairs, and she had no intention of pursuing this matter further.
The group of people returned to the small courtyard where Lu Hanjiang was staying. As distinguished guests of Zhujian Villa, their meals were naturally sumptuous. Then they saw Shangluo cooking alone at the dinner table as if she was seeking revenge.
Several people were stunned to see it, and then the little girl, whose stomach turned into a ball, lay on the bed and cried out in pain.
Speechless, Lu Hanjiang invited a doctor. After the old doctor read it, his expression was very strange: "This girl just ate too much and can't hold on. I'll prescribe some medicine and let her consume the food in her stomach quickly." ”
Yongle worriedly stayed with Shangluo to look after her, while Lu Hanjiang called the elder of the Beggar Clan who was responsible for accompanying her on her trip. After some questioning, he did find a suspicious point.
"Miss Lu seems to be a little afraid of meeting the Huashan disciples." The elder of the sect thought for a long time, and this was the only thing worth paying attention to.
After that, Lu Hanjiang sent people to inquire about the news from Huashan, and finally discovered the problem. This time, among the disciples accompanying Huashan, there was a man named Qi Li.
"It turned out to be him."
When Lu Hanjiang heard this name, he finally understood what happened. He returned to the room and found a reason to send Yongle away. Looking at Shangluo who covered his head with a quilt, he said helplessly: "You are really good at this. I can come up with new tricks for you.”
Shangluo's muffled voice came from the quilt: "Don't worry about me, I'm fine."
Lu Hanjiang sat beside the bed and asked softly, "Don't you want revenge?"
Shrunk into a ball under the quilt, Shangluo said quietly: "What's the point of revenge? I don't do his business at all. I think too much. His martial arts is so low. My father would have died if he had been there without him. The result would have been the same." .”
Lu Hanjiang's eyes flickered, and he poked a finger on the ball-like quilt: "You can't say that. Although Qi Li did not help much, the important thing is his attitude and stance. Since he chose to draw his sword to help Huangfu Home, even if we are close, you will be considered half of the enemy who killed my father."
"Then the same goes for you." Shangluo lifted a corner of the quilt, revealing an expressionless face.
"Can I be the same as him?" Lu Hanjiang stretched out his two hands and pinched Shangluo's face and pulled it to both sides: "I am a soldier and your father is a thief. It is natural for my people to block him. This is official business. As for the people in the world, A vendetta is a private matter."
"It hurts, it hurts, let go!"
Shangluo broke free from Lu Hanjiang's clutches, rubbed her pinched cheeks, curled her lips and said, "That's not what I meant. I just thought of the past and felt a little unhappy."
Lu Hanjiang stared at Shangluo carefully. After a while, he suddenly said, "Have you really figured it out?"
Shangluo got off the bed, drank the medicine prepared on the table, wiped her mouth and said, "I figured it out."
Lu Hanjiang smiled slightly: "In that case, please pay me back the medical expenses. It's six dollars. I paid for it myself this time. Please pay me quickly."
"I can't hear you!" Shangluo covered her ears and shook her head vigorously.
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