Happy little peasants

Zhang Hui pushed Yundou away, opened the mattress and held the sword in his hand. He couldn't wait to remove the cloth wrapped on it, it turned out to be a very delicate sword.

"When did she buy it for me?" Zhang Hui asked excitedly.

"She can't go down easily, she told me to buy it."

Zhang put the sword in his hand and looked at it again. He finally had the first sword in his life.He drew out the sword with a whistle, stretched it to Yundou's chest, and grinned.

Yun Dou slumped his mouth contemptuously and said: "Look, you are still proud of me. In order to give you this sword, Meimei pawned her own bracelet. She even told me not to say it. I want to say that you must remember her right. Your kind, don't let her down."

Zhang would put the sword away, he felt a little guilty, but when he heard Yun Dou say that he should remember his eyebrows so as not to let her down, he was very proud, put the sword away, and moved to Yun Dou excitedly. Asked: "What do you mean by that, you mean she really...likes me? Don't you, just say it!"

Seeing Zhang Hui so proud, Yun Dou cast a blank glance at him unconvinced, and did not answer his question.

At this moment, when the two of them heard there seemed to be movement outside at the same time, Zhang Hui whispered: "Brows?"

After the two of them calmed down, they heard no sound again. Yun Dou planned to get up and shout his eyebrows. Zhang put his finger in front of his mouth to signal him to stop speaking, and whispered: "Don't, I am ashamed."

He got up lightly, leaned over the window, and saw that the back of his eyebrows had gone far away.

"Really she?" Yun Dou asked.

Zhang Hui narrowed his eyes with a smile and nodded repeatedly.He guessed that Meimei must have heard the conversation between him and Yundou when he just approached, so he left quickly.

Now he was even more sure that what Yun Dou said was true, and if Mei Mei didn't mean that to him, then he couldn't leave after hearing those words.

He held the sword in his hand and rubbed it back and forth many times, always feeling that it had the same temperature as his eyebrows.

After having the sword, he feels like a demon. He always takes it out to make gestures outside the house. He also creates some unruly "Zhang's swordsmanship" like the peach wood sword held by Gou Xin when he was eleven or twelve years old. , Wan Ran has become a master of Jianzong.

Zhang Hui had planned to take this sword to face Meimei to express his gratitude, but Meimei seemed to be hiding from him on purpose, and he did not see her in the library several times.

When he came out of the library this time, he happened to bump into his eyebrows head on, his eyebrows lowered, and his footsteps suddenly slowed down.

Zhang Hui walked up to her, she lifted her head, her face was slightly flushed, and her eyes were shy. Her face was originally white, but now it is flushed, just like the petals of the branch after the rain.

Zhang Hui saw that his eyebrows weren't as generous as usual, and he didn't dare to approach her anymore. They kept a relatively farther distance than usual, and both looked at each other carefully from time to time.

"This, thank you." Zhang lifted the sword in his hand, "I like it very much. I really don't know how to repay you."

He raised his eyebrows, smiled at the corners of his mouth, bit his lip, and whispered: "Who wants you to repay."

"Then...I won't let you down..." Zhang Hui finally said what he was thinking, feeling that the surroundings suddenly became terribly quiet, making him a little uncomfortable.

"I don't know what you are talking about." With his eyebrows bowed and walking past Zhang Hui, he quickly said such a sentence.

His Yu Guangming felt a smile on her face when her eyebrows walked over, but she had to pretend that she didn’t understand her words. He was a bit at a loss, but at this moment, it seemed that she had never been so sweet. .

Zhang had a sword and couldn't wait to find Yuan Zhixing, wanting to learn swords from him.

Yuan Zhixing's swordsmanship has been well-known on Lushan as early as two years ago. Although he is Xu Gui's apprentice, he has always been guided by Xiang Yan because of his outstanding talent in swordsmanship.

Yuan Zhixing's Feijian Zhang Hui had already seen it when he was in Linshui Town. The ability to control Feijian steadily with just a few gestures really made Zhang Hui envious.

The place where Lumingtang disciples practiced swords was in a clearing in front of the mountain. There were few weeds and trees around the clearing. There was a cliff in front of it, and the mountains and mountain roads could be seen at a glance.In such a place, people can see far, keep their vision and mind open as much as possible, free from interference from foreign objects, and at the same time can always appreciate the atmosphere of the world.

Yuan Zhixing has always been a gentleman in the eyes of Lushan disciples. He can treat ordinary disciples with patience, no matter how talented or temperament they are. He rarely gets angry at others, and he can teach in accordance with his aptitude, and he is good at summarizing different learning for everyone. way.

Fang Zhu and Yuan Zhixing often go in and out at the same time. Fang Zhu's personality is arrogant and less patient than Yuan Zhixing, but Fang Zhu has always been most convinced by Yuan Zhixing except for Xu Gui.

Now he saw that Yuan Zhixing was going to teach Zhang Hui to practice swordsmanship, and he was shocked that he had nowhere to vent his fire. He just wanted to give Zhang Hui some color after Zhang Hui came.

When Zhang Huigang joined the ranks of the disciples of learning swordsman, Yuan Zhixing did not give him a separate explanation, just let him follow the learning and comprehend it by himself.

A few days later, Zhang Hui discovered that Yuan Zhixing's teaching methods focused on how to control the sword in his hand.He thought that this was related to Yuan Zhixing's personality, because he was a man with a stable temperament and good at controlling the situation, so his cultivation direction was "control", and flying swords had become his kendo skill.

But at the level of Xiang Yan, too much emphasis on control has become a kind of restraint. Looking at Yan Wujian, there is a sense of the unity of human and sword. When human and sword are unified, if you think too much about control, It will destroy the original sense of integration.

Zhang Hui would think about what Yuan Zhixing taught many times every day, and as long as Yuan Zhixing dialed a little later, he would be able to understand many things that he had not learned before.

Fang Zhu saw Zhang Hui’s progress so much, he always felt that Zhang Hui was playing clever and didn’t know how to pretend to understand. He watched Zhang Hui’s sword for a while, and smiled mockingly at Zhang Hui. He knew that Zhang Hui’s wrist was not strong. Jia, drew a few sword flowers and danced dazzlingly, knocking the sword in Zhang Hui's hand to the ground.

"I can't even hold the sword securely, and I am self-righteous here, thinking that I have reached the top of the mountain. It's a joke."

Fang Zhu kicked Zhang Hui's sword that had fallen to the ground, and the sword slammed on the ground with a bang, and turned over and fell into a puddle next to it.

The sound made Zhang Hui feel as if he was torn. He felt that the things he cared for had been violated, and his blood surged from his neck, his eyes fixed on Fang Zhu's face.

"What's the matter? It's just a broken sword. I didn't kick into the puddle deliberately. It may be the same as a human being. There is a place for waste to stay." Fang Zhu looked at Zhang Hui contemptuously, holding his own. When the sword made a swish as it was retracted, he smiled triumphantly.

An anger rushed up from Zhang Hui's chest, as if wrapping his head, causing his eyes to start to heat. He bent down and picked up the sword in the puddle, and stab Fang Zhu with a quick stroke.