"I trained hard and was abused." I handed Zhu Muwan an understatement and said that this time she didn’t wear cheongsam, but she was dressed in a different style.
"My daughter" has a flash of excitement in the red eye of bamboo leaves. Her face sticks to Zhu Muwan’s tender face. "It’s OK to take care of the refreshing medicine and fragrance." The first two steps of bamboo leaves are red. She looks at the doomed old man and embraces Ling Pei. Her eyes are already awake. Looking at the strange and familiar woman in front of her eyes, she doesn’t shy away from being born, but leans out two chubby little hands for a hug.
Bamboo leaves red one hand took LingPei which know little mouth directly together with small hands to her chest.
After nearly half a year’s separation from her biological mother before the full moon, it’s really a piece of meat for her to drink milk.
"Don’t wait in front of the hospital again. I’ll compensate the babies for the milk first. You should wait in the living room first." Bamboo leaves and red two little guys walked into the boudoir first.
I was sitting in a rattan chair in the living room, and the old man was leaning against the table. He vaguely said, "My bamboo leaves are red and I feel a heroic spirit like a woman. I don’t know if I am under the illusion that her temperament has changed dramatically compared with the next time."
"To be honest, I also feel the difference, a little less charming but a little more bearing." I looked suspiciously at the corner where there were two HongLing tangdao.
HongLing about a foot long are respectively marked on the hilts.
A case of a scabbard with blue and pink lotus patterns floating all over it
The other scabbard is pale purple with raindrop marks.
I was curious and walked to the corner. First, I pulled out the blue scabbard. tangdao "swish" was extremely sharp, and the broken light was cool colour-threatening. Then I pulled out the second tangdao, which was not cold and shiny. The blade was as fuzzy as frosted, but the blade was slightly dull. The only difference was that the tip of the blade seemed to penetrate people’s hearts like a wheat awn.
"Lingling, you talk about two Tang Dao blades respectively." The broken old man’s eye socket condenses to this side.
"Boom ~"
"Boom, boom"
The old man who died couldn’t hide his face and praised him. "Good Dao, good Dao."
What happened to her when the bamboo leaves disappeared?
"crunch" boudoir door push bamboo leaf red has changed clothes, she looked at me and said with a smile, "Haven’t you seen a knife?"
"I’ve seen a knife, but I’ve never seen you play with it." I wondered, "This is your weapon."
Zhu Yehong nodded by default and took over this pair of tangdao’s "tangdao’s name is June Qinghe". Immediately, her eyes drifted to purple, which is "September Purple".
"How did you get it?" The doomed old man divined. "These two knives are hard to find, and you are not like a thief unless they are gifts from others."
"When I was in Italy, I met a Chinese and just chatted, but it turned out to be a fellow villager in Tiannan City," Zhu Yehong recalled. "This gentleman Elegance refused to reveal his real name and claimed to be a sword maniac. I instantly guessed his identity as a sword maniac in Tiannan City."
I was surprised. "What, you met a sword idiot?"
"I didn’t expect to meet him here. Not only that, I also know that his longest sword is not a sword, but a sword idiot thinks that I have the talent to learn swordsmanship. He asked me if I would like to learn it. He said he was a little confused about what he did to me. He said that when he was young, he met a woman like me, but he missed it. It was a kind of sustenance to make up for the parting. He gave me these two tangdao’s. I was depressed because I took pains to carry them every time I moved." Bamboo leaves were red and stroked the green lotus in June and the purple in September.
"Sword-crazy children have been here recently, such as" asked the old man who died. This old guy seems to show off without him knowing.
The beautiful red eyes of bamboo leaves flashed and said, "The body is not healthy. There is a suspected sword wound on his eyebrows, but it is very short and shallow. Can it be one inch?"
"This injury was left by that woman in those days," murmured the doomed old man. "He is still the same."
"Sister Zhu, can you demonstrate the original water-adjusted knife method of Jian Chi?" I expected to say, but I felt that this knife method was nothing like the cool word "water-adjusted" in the novel.
"Then the elder sister will make a fool of herself."
Bamboo leaves are red, and tangdao’s rare HongLing’s white arms are shaking, and she walks into the hospital.
I watched in front of the door with the doomed old man.
"When is the month when you raise a knife and ask the sky?" Zhu Yehong’s hands hold a knife in different postures. Her eyes are sharp and she dances while staring at the night. "I don’t know if Tiangongque is a year." Then the blade changes with cold light and soft light. "I want to go home by the wind, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu is too high to be cold." She stepped on the ground with one leg in front of her and the other leg is parallel to the ground of her body. In the right hand, September Purple was stabbed by her to find out the shadow.
In the whole process, the bamboo leaves are red and sing softly, and at the same time, she wields the knife very fast.
These words originated from Su Shi’s Shuidiao song.
I haven’t seen enough of the old man who died, so she turned red and didn’t catch her breath and closed her knife. The old man who died secretly couldn’t get enough. I regret that "this is over."
"There is still half of the water-adjusted knife method that I don’t want to show you because I often practice crying." Bamboo leaf red smiled clearly and put tangdao back into the scabbard. "The sword idiot said that there are three realms. The first realm is step by step, the second realm is arbitrary, and the third realm is lovesickness and forgetfulness."
"The art of using saber is full of sensibility and rationality, without losing its lethality." The old man who died solemnly said, "It seems that the sword-obsessed children’s saber skills are among the top five in China. Oh, by the way, where has the bamboo friend practiced the water-adjusted saber method? I feel that the property of the world of mortals is very suitable for this art of using saber, so it must be practiced smoothly and successfully."
"I apologize for seeing better than others without eyes." Zhu Yehong bowed deeply to the doomed old man. She was quite touched. "To tell you the truth, I vaguely touched the realm of doing whatever I want."
"Accept" the doomed old man seems to point out that "whether it’s a sword or a sword, it’s a state of mind, and the old man has played for a while. When I lost my hand, he didn’t double-repair the sword."
I rubbed my eyes, didn’t I read it wrong? Everything in the world has learned to apologize. Not only that, but is there something wrong with my ears? The old man actually played with a knife and lost the sword.
Thinking that I was not in the same dimension as him, I was relieved and asked, "Sister Zhu, where do I live with him tonight?"
"I’ve arranged the third turn in the south of the village." Bamboo leaves are red, and if they are changed to the right way, she must tease me first to make me blush and impatient before she will stop practicing the water knife method. She is really thoroughly remoulded.
I was familiar with the road, so I didn’t let her take the old man who died to the house. Before going to bed, I sent Pei Xizhen a text message asking for leave.
I slept until noon, and I was lured out of bed by the smell of cooking from my daughter-in-law. Harla, a dead old man, left someone a pillow. I supervised him to clean the pillowcase and went to the bamboo leaf red fence yard to see her holding Ling Pei and Zhu Muwan in the sun. The happy scene touched our heartstrings.
Zhu Yehong personally made a table lunch, and I returned to Tiannan downtown with the old man who died, and then came to pick up the children in three days. She said that she would not leave Fenggang Village when she came back this time.
I sent the old man back to Banxianpu and back to die.
Lin Muxia said sourly, "You’re not coming back yet."