67. There Is No Competition for a Famous Sword, and It Is Rare to Be Quiet (Part 1)

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On the mountain peak in the early morning, a woman walked out of the house. She climbed up the stairs and walked to the top of the mountain. Although he was in a place where the mountain wind was howling, his footsteps were as gentle as if he were afraid of waking up his sleeping neighbors.

There is really no other way. Nowadays, the people who live on the top of Wan Yu Peak are really monsters that can wake up as long as they make a noise bigger than trampling an ant to death.

The girl's facial features are extremely sweet, and her expressionless face still looks like she is smiling. She was wearing a dark blue samurai uniform, tightly wrapped up. But the hills and valleys on the waist of the gourd are more dangerous than the mountains of Wanyu Peak.

The disciples of the Demon Eye Sect who were standing guard did not dare to show any contempt for this, but they did not have the same cold faces as they did to the others. Instead, they shouted energetically.

"Good morning, Miss Shen, please walk slowly.

Shen Yiren smiled slightly: "Thank you.

Now everyone in Wan Yufeng recognizes this girl as Shen Yiren, a female military attaché from the Central Plains. I had concealed my identity before and came here to expose Gewu's conspiracy, which can be considered a good intention. Therefore, there are few people on Wan Yu Peak who don’t admire him.

Especially now that they all know that this girl is not the wife of His Highness the Witch King, she is the boss of His Highness the Witch King. It’s even scarier when you think about it.

Despite this, there are still many young men on Wan Yu Peak who maintain warm feelings for this heroic girl who has arrived from afar. It's probably the case for young people to be lustful and admire Shao Ai, and there's nothing wrong with it. Shen Yiren often smiles at herself and rarely takes it seriously. As time went by, those eager glances gradually turned to disappointment.

Mr. Luo Siming is one of these disappointed eyes.

He also got up very early today, no, maybe it should be said that he came back too late. After the date for the attack on Niyao is set, all preparations must begin quickly. The imperial court was worried about the strength of the soldiers, but the weapons were the expertise of Yi Lai Luo Jian Villa. Luojian Villa has been sending high-quality weapons directly these days, and Luo Siming is responsible for quality inspection. The weapons of those with high martial arts skills even require him to discuss improvements with the craftsmen in person.

The number of people who wanted to enter Nieyao was at least eight hundred, and they were all checked by Luo Siming, who was really busy.

After working at the foot of the mountain all night, I finally reached the mountainside and met Shen Yiren who was slowly going up the mountain. Looking at her beautiful figure, he couldn't help but feel stunned. At this time, it seemed that he was abducted and he couldn't notice it. Compared with the concentration when inspecting iron tools, I don’t know which one is more concentrated.

It's just that Shen Yiren never said a few words to him and was lukewarm towards him.

A few days ago, he went to the top of the mountain hoping to catch the beautiful woman's face, but he bumped into Shen Yiren's sword-dancing pear blossom. Only then did I know that Miss Shen went up the mountain to practice swordsmanship. Shen Yiren, who was almost annoyed by the disturbance in his sword practice, stabbed him through. From then on, I never dared to go to the top of the mountain to look for her again.

Today, the young master in Luozhong can only look at the back of the beautiful lady and feel sad.

Also coming to Wan Yu Peak with the weapon was Aoxue from Hanmei's Four Swordsmen. She was Luo Siming's closest sword servant. After recovering from her injury, she came with the transport team. At this moment, it is natural to follow Luo Siming in and out.

She silently handed a handkerchief to the young master and said calmly.

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...making snow, I didn’t cry.

"Son, wipe it.

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Aoxue said seriously: "Saliva.

.Thank you then.

Luo Siming quietly put away the handkerchief, but heard someone say calmly behind him.

"Do you really like this woman?"

“Dad, daddy, why are you here?

Luo Ming put his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "Where can I go as a father? Didn't you hear what Ming Feizhen said? There will be casualties in this battle. Since you are about to die, why don't you take a good look at the scenery?"

Although he spoke freely, Luo Siming couldn't help but worry. I don’t know how likely Ming’s untrue statement is to be true. If this battle really turns out to be a farewell, then so what?

But before Luo Siming could speak, Luo Ming interrupted.

"Life and death depend on fate, success or failure is up to God. Worry is about worrying about the undead ferocious beasts. Do your duty well, be a man, and don't ask for a mother-in-law."

Luo Siming's face became serious after hearing this:

"By the way, do you really like her?"

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Luo Simingjun blushed and muttered; This one"

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Luo Ming looked up to the sky and smiled: "Since I have this intention, I can just go and say a few words to you as a father.

"Dad!" Luo Siming said in a panic: "Miss Shen already has a fiancé, so this must not be done.

Luo Ming sneered twice: "He is just a son of the eldest son of the Song Dynasty. The old man Song is known as the Duke of Wulin, and he has the highest title in the world. I don't dare to draw my sword anymore? He didn't eat less in the Song family fort back then. It’s your father’s fault. You steal a girl from my son and you don’t care about life or death.”

When it comes to unknowing grudges from the previous generation, how dare Luo Siming intervene. But he didn't know what his father was going to do, so he was just worried.

Luo Ming waved his hand and said, "It's just talk. You've been busy all night, so go and rest first. I'll go find you in the evening and teach you how to do the exercises."

Luo Siming was greatly disappointed. After thanking his father, he went with Aoxue.

Luo Ming looked at his son's back and shook his head slowly.

"Chier, what kind of character is the daughter of the Shen family, how can she be so coy about being happy? Speaking of which, do you really think she is the one you like?

Then he looked across the mountain peak to the peak where Shen Yiren had just walked.

Ten thousand at the peak

Things are silent.

Thousands of golden lights penetrated the thick fog, and the remaining dry leaves were blown by the wind.

Shen Yiren held his long sword flat and stood still for an hour.

Ming Feizhen gave her a secret book, which contained profound and profound knowledge about swordsmanship. Despite her understanding, she still seemed to understand that it was not swordsmanship, but some kind of classic theory about swordsmanship. I don’t know how much effort it would take just to understand it once, let alone to actually use it in martial arts.

So I can only draw the gourd according to the pattern, and work hard according to my mental method, hoping that my diligence can make up for my weakness.

It's strange to say that when she first practiced swordplay, she always wanted to go as fast as possible. She wished she could catch up with her with one sword, and it was as fast as the wind and rain, so that her opponent couldn't see clearly. Now I feel that the slow sword also has its own artistic conception, just like cooking tea with acupuncture, the finesse reveals the skill.

She gained this realization not because of the secret book, but from the long sword in her hand.

This 'Yu Jing' is like an elegant woman, full of delicacy and tranquility. If there is a sword heart, it must be quiet and lofty, and difficult to find in the world. As he felt longing for it, the sword in his hand slowed down unconsciously, and a set of sword techniques slowly came to mind in his mind.

The mountain wind suddenly picked up, blowing leaves all over the sky.

Yu Jing swayed slightly, and when he stopped moving, there were seven leaves on the sword.

A man's voice came from behind.

"You have no one to guide you, so you have to explore on your own. In just a few days, you have reached the point where you have no swordsmanship. Your talent in swordsmanship is indeed very similar to your father's.

Shen Yiren was surprised: "Master Luo?

Luo Ming, who didn't know when he would arrive, turned around from behind the tree and said calmly.

"Shen Wuzheng's daughter, please talk to me."

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