In this moment of remaining life after the disaster, the two people kissing felt sad, happy and satisfied in their hearts.
After surviving a catastrophe, and suddenly seeing the person you love most, who can not feel overwhelmed?
Both of them seemed to feel that everything in the world disappeared in this moment, leaving only the two of them cuddling together.
This wonderful feeling makes people unable to help but indulge in it.
It's a pity that both of them are still behind bars and can't do whatever they want to do regardless.
Zhao Qingsong woke up first. He gently held Zhu Miaoying away and whispered in her ear: "Miaoying, I already have a plan to escape. I think my plan is perfect and will succeed, but In the next many days, you must listen to my words, do you understand?"
Zhu Miaoying had fallen into Zhao Qingsong's arms at this time, as if she was drunk. She looked at Zhao Qingsong with blurred eyes, her little face was flushed, and she did not answer Zhao Qingsong's words, but just looked at Zhao Qingsong infatuatedly. Face in a daze.
Zhao Qingsong smiled at her and asked, "Miaoying, are you hungry?"
Zhu Miaoying reacted to this sentence. She rolled her eyes slightly and pouted: "I have been hungry for a long time. I haven't been able to eat enough in the past few days."
Zhao Qingsong nodded and said with a smile: "Don't worry, we will have delicious food in a while, we will definitely be full."
Not to mention how Zhao Qingsong instructed Zhu Miaoying, Bai Hanlu got the matter done without any effort.
Before returning to the master's door, Zhao Qingsong was specially looked after by him!
When Bai Hanlu returned to Zhao Qingsong's prison car again, Zhao Qingsong returned to his confident look.
Zhu Miaoying on the side looked like a clinging bird, nestling in Zhao Qingsong's arms.
Bai Hanlu has never thought about the relationship between Zhao Qingsong and Zhu Miaoying, but he doesn't care about these trivial matters. What he cares most about is what Zhao Qingsong promised him!
"Brother Zhao, I've taken care of things. Look, can we start now? How should I practice sword practice? Can you show me first?"
Zhao Qingsong frowned, spread his hands and said, "I really want to teach you now, but I haven't eaten or drank for two days, and I'm so hungry that I'm about to faint. Where can I teach you sword skills?"
Bai Han was so angry that he was about to explode on the spot!
But then he thought about it, he had bowed ninety-nine times, all he had to do was tremble. If he got angry now, wouldn't all his previous efforts be in vain?
"I can bear it!" Bai Hanlu suppressed her anger and turned around to arrange four plates of good food and a jug of good wine, which she personally brought to Zhao Qingsong on a tray.
He was afraid of causing further trouble, so he specifically asked Zhao Qingsong if he had any favorite food?
Zhao Qingsong waved his hand and said: "Okay, thank you for your hard work, Brother Bai! You go to the shady place nearby to rest for a while. I will call you when I'm full."
Bai Hanlu sat aside angrily.
Zhao Qingsong was very distressed and let Zhu Miaoying, who had been hungry for a long time, eat first, while he picked up the vegetables that Zhu Miaoying didn't like and ate them.
The two of them couldn't help but kiss each other again, feeling affectionate and affectionate.
Bai Hanlu secretly watched from a distance, and when she saw the intimacy between the two of them, it was like honey mixed with oil, and she became even more jealous, and she tortured Zhao Qingsong more than a thousand times in her heart!
After the two of them finally finished eating the food and wine, Bai Hanlu urged impatiently: "Okay! Now can Brother Zhao teach me all the best sword skills?"
Zhao Qingsong shook his head and said: "You are wrong. In such a short period of time, you can't practice even the most exquisite sword skills. You can't practice them! It's useless no matter how hard you practice!"
After hearing this, Bai Hanlu felt the veins in her neck pop out!
He realized that he might have been tricked by Zhao Qingsong. He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Zhao Qingsong murderously, and threatened: "Zhao Qingsong, what did you say?"
Zhao Qingsong said calmly: "What I'm saying is that if you want to practice extraordinary skills in such a short period of time, you must use extraordinary methods!"
Bai Hanlu's anger suddenly disappeared. He found that he was like a child in front of Zhao Qingsong. Zhao Qingsong made him angry, and he immediately became extremely angry. Zhao Qingsong told himself to calm down, and he calmed down immediately. He actually Being played with by Zhao Qingsong at will!
He took a long breath, suppressed the thought in his heart of tearing Zhao Qingsong into pieces, and said, "Brother Zhao, please elaborate."
"What is the sword technique?" Zhao Qingsong asked expressionlessly.
"Sword skills? Sword skills are sword skills, so what can they be?" Bai Hanlu replied.
"No! Sword skills are martial arts! So what are martial arts?" Zhao Qingsong still asked strange nonsense calmly.
"Martial skills? Martial skills are martial arts, so what can they be?" Bai Hanlu became impatient again.
Zhao Qingsong shook his head slightly and thought to himself: "This Bai Hanlu looks very smart and capable, but in fact he has a wooden head and is extremely stupid! I think he has a lot of murderous aura. I think all his brains are used on how to kill." He's gone to someone else, but his talent in martial arts is not very high! This person's mind is not right, and his progress in martial arts will be extremely slow! Even if he learns superb martial arts skills, his achievements in martial arts in the future will be very limited! But this person The slower I learn martial arts, the better it will be for me!"
"You are wrong again! Martial arts is a skill that a person can master, just like being able to plant trees or water flowers! Martial skills are the essence, and sword skills are just the branches and leaves! People who are good at martial arts, even if they don't If you have practiced swordsmanship, you will be much better at using a sword than the average person who specializes in swordsmanship!"
"It's just like me! In fact, my best weapon is the spear, not the sword technique! Although that person specializes in sword skills, compared with me, he is still a step behind me, that's the reason! Do you think so?" Zhao Qingsong said.
"It does seem to make sense." Bai Hanlu carefully considered the meaning of Zhao Qingsong's words, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that it was indeed the case!
"It is absolutely impossible to practice extremely superb martial arts in a very short period of time! But in a very short period of time, you can practice a few powerful sword skills to perfection! Then when the enemy is caught off guard, you will be like lightning. Lightning and thunder usually use these sword skills to carry out sneak attacks! Then this matter will definitely succeed! As the old saying goes - it is easy to hide from open guns, but hard to guard against hidden arrows! This is the truth!" Zhao Qingsong said what he had already planned come out.
Bai Hanlu's eyes glowed green when he heard this. He clapped his hands vigorously with joy and praised with a beaming smile: "Brother Zhao is really a master in this world! This is a wonderful thing to say! This really speaks to my heart. Go! That’s the truth!”
"As for which sword techniques, I have already thought of them for you. I will give you a comparison and you can choose one of two or three moves!" Zhao Qingsong ignored Bai Hanlu's praise and continued.
"Okay, okay!" Bai Hanlu agreed hurriedly, watching Zhao Qingsong's knife skills with his hands carefully.
Zhao Qingsong was talking and gesticulating in the prison car, while Bai Hanlu was imitating others with a lancet.
If there was anything wrong with his posture, Zhao Qingsong helped him correct it one by one.
There were three sword techniques in total, and it only took more than an hour for Bai Hanlu to finally
Remembered it accurately.
Bai Hanlu practiced it several times by herself, and said with some confusion: "These three sword techniques, I think they are very common? Even if I practice them extremely proficiently, can I really succeed?"
Zhao Qingsong's evaluation of Bai Hanlu dropped by another three points. He smiled and said, "Bring me a wooden stick."
Bai Hanlu understood that Zhao Qingsong was going to try a move with him, so she took a wooden stick that was about the same length as a long knife and handed it to Zhao Qingsong through the railing.
Zhao Qingsong said: "Use all your strength to attack me!"
Bai Hanlu stared at Zhao Qingsong in the prison car for a moment, then suddenly raised his knife and struck straight at him!
He deliberately delayed for a moment, just to wait for Zhao Qingsong to relax and catch him off guard.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised the knife, before it could be struck down, Zhao Qingsong's wooden stick had already hit the front of his neck!
If he had struck hard with the knife, he would have been stabbed in the neck before the knife even touched the prison car!
Zhao Qingsong said solemnly: "This is the starting move of the first sword technique!"
Bai Hanlu realized something and understood the meaning of that weird starting gesture.
He jumped a step to the side, and the lancet swept across!
The lancet cut it halfway and could no longer cut it.
