"You teach me sword skills, and I will show you with a smile."
The young man is unruly and has no fear in his eyes.
She looked at the person who looked like a hill to her. She was obviously looking up, but it seemed like she was looking down.
The red-clothed monk looked down at the man who looked like an ant to him. He was clearly looking down, but he seemed...looking up.
How could it be, how could he feel this way.
"Okay, I promise you."
Jiang Su's eyes filled with smiles, and she asked in surprise: "Really?! That's great?"
"Well, let's start now."
"Ah?" Jiang Su smiled.
…
So for the next twelve hours, Jiang Su was beaten like a gopher under the sky-reaching blue pine tree of Wujiang Sect.
"call--"
She let out a long breath and fell to the ground suddenly.
"I asked, why was Wang Jia not at all happy to meet an old friend in a foreign land when he saw Fang Zhe? After all, the sword skills she learned were also taught by Wu Jian, and meeting Fang Zhe was like meeting half of the teacher. It turned out that she was so……"
His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, his whole body was sore and weak, he couldn't even stand firmly, and his skin was burning, as if it had been burned by a raging flame.
"After being beaten so badly all day long! How could she be happy? This must have a psychological impact!!!"
Jiang Su gasped for air, never leaving his wooden sword.
Fang Zhe squatted down beside her out of curiosity and scanned the area around her black clothes, but couldn't find anything he was interested in.
"Why don't you see colorful smoke?" he asked puzzledly.
Jiang Su: "..."
"I said, the colored smoke will only appear when I am in a good mood. Besides, the colored smoke is highly poisonous and can make my enemies confused by my emotions. Why are you thinking about this?"
Twelve hours, a whole day, Jiang Su just wants to close his eyes and sleep for a while.
I don’t know if this body will stop growing like my previous body if I stay up late at this age.
Then Jiang Su rejected his idea again, feeling unlucky!
Wang Jia is someone who can pretend to be a male cultivator, and she doesn't sound like a dwarf when she acts.
Fang Zhe stared at her face and suddenly stretched out his palm to cover the sky.
"It's been twelve hours, aren't you happy?" He asked abruptly.
Jiang Su didn't notice. She had closed her eyes and felt that she could fall asleep in the next second.
She groaned in a daze: "I'm not happy, I'm exhausted."
The red monk hesitated for a moment, but he thought that this young boy took the initiative to learn sword skills from him. He must have not yet mastered the sword skills to achieve his goal, so he was not happy.
"With this young man's body, he can at least practice Wu Jian Dao Technique continuously for thirty-six hours, just in time to complete the Thirty-Six Tiangang Styles. It turns out he was waiting for me to teach him this."
Fang Zhe thought he had guessed the reason, chin slightly, and said inexplicably: "Okay, I promise you."
Jiang Su was half asleep and said vaguely: "Yeah."
The next moment, ice water was poured down from the palm that was already covering Jiang Su's head. The young man who was about to enter a beautiful dreamland suddenly opened his eyes, widened his eyes, and looked in disbelief at the palm in front of him opening the waterproof door.
Jiang Su was stunned by the ice water. She subconsciously raised her hand and pinched her cheek, which still had baby fat. The originally soft and warm skin was now as cold as a frozen plaster!
Fang Zhe saw that she had woken up and took back his hand.
Thinking that this child might not know what this is, he also specifically added: "This is the unique cold water in the Western Region Sword Sect, which can help monks practice their bodies."
"All swordsmanship should be based on the body."
"..."
Jiang Su looked at the sky, and she felt that she understood why Wang Jia disliked Fang Zhe...
He gave her something to practice with from the sect that had a blood feud with her, and told her that this thing was the foundation of her practice.
Wang Jia was able to endure it only because she had entered Taoism early, and her spiritual energy could keep the blood flowing. Otherwise, her body would have nodules, one for each one.
When Fang Zhe saw Jiang Su still lying on the ground motionless, he frowned slightly, but after a few breaths, he suddenly became enlightened.
He thought it was because the cold water in the cold pool was used by monks like them who had been in Taoism for a long time. He was still a child and would definitely be frozen!
Later, when Jiang Su was able to move his eyes, he glanced in the direction of Fang Zhe to see what he was doing.
She saw a very familiar set of techniques in Fang Zhe's hands.
"..."
Is he calling fire?
"..."
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah . ! ! You're going to burn me to death if you step on the horse!
Jiang Su's eyes moved wildly.
When Fang Zhe saw it, he thought that this young man was anxious, so he must learn it as soon as possible so that he could happily light the colorful smoke for himself!
Fang Zhe's palms were aimed at Jiang Su's face again, and red fire spurted out from his hands. In order to melt away the cold water on his face, the flames were extremely fast.
In the end... the little boy's hair was completely burned.
…
Jiang Su slowly sat up, touched the top of his head which was particularly cool, and remained silent.
"..."
"I overestimated our relationship... I think I still don't understand you well enough." The young boy muttered angrily, his eyes vacant.
Fang Zhe didn't hear his little voice clearly, so he immediately asked: "How do you feel now?"
Jiang Su: "I don't dare to sit still."
?
"Aren't you happy?" He also sat on the floor and asked puzzledly like he was coaxing a child.
Jiang Su: "It doesn't matter if I'm not tall."
From these two sentences, Fang Zhe noticed that the young man's mood did not seem to be as high as expected, and he was even a little depressed.
"It seems that this kid still cares that I didn't teach him the Thirty-Six Tiangang Styles, and I didn't have enough time to learn the sword."
Thinking of this, Fang Zhe drew out his red and black saber again, grabbed the young boy's collar and picked him up.
The red-clothed monk's brows showed a kind of pride unique to sword cultivators. His clearly cold eyes and deep voice could make people feel that all the blood in his body was burning at this moment.
"Come! Let's continue practicing! I won't leave until I teach you!"
Jiang Su was horrified and kicked his legs wildly.
"Don't ah ah ah ah, how could you say such cold words in your mouth at 36 degrees ah ah ah ah ah ah"
The monk in red swung his sword with such force that it could cut off the setting sun and change the day. The method of turning force again overturned the rivers and seas, and once the dragons in the water gained their power, they flooded the four regions.
Jiang Su was silent. She had seen this sword technique before.
Five years ago, a few days before the start of the Western Region Forum. She was sitting under the eaves of the Qi family's residence, acting with Qi Wu. In the courtyard was Fang Zhe, who was dancing a sword.
At that time, she regretted that she couldn't see the crazy dance with a knife that was praised by people all over the world, and couldn't see the beautiful scene of the sunset setting off and the fallen leaves dyeing the robe.
After all, the pictures in the sea of consciousness are not as good as these eyes.
This time she saw it with her own eyes.
"Crazy Sword... really deserves his reputation."
But why didn't he put me down...
Wang Zheng is a pendant that moves relatively statically at 360 degrees with the square-folded sword-playing arm.
...No wonder Wang Jia dislikes him.
There are exams in the next few days, so I’ll give you a little more updates, so I owe you first! Let me make up for it after taking the exam! ! !
