The witch comes into my arms

Yesterday evening, the old servant told me that I had sent the young master who was on fire, and wanted to ask her to teach me swordsmanship.

She didn't think much about it, didn't ask any questions, and just refused.

It wasn't that the gift he gave her wasn't good enough, but that she didn't want to cause complications before meeting the man.

Soon, the sound of sword dancing came from next door.

She sat in the room and drank from the altar of fire. At her level, just by listening to the sound of the sword breaking through the air, she can know what sword moves the opponent is using, how powerful they are, and what their skills are.

She shook her head. The opponent's basic skills were too poor. She was not as good as when she was ten years old in sword dancing like this.

What she didn't know was that the girl dancing the sword next door was a ten-year-old girl.

Not long after the bright moon rose, the sound of swords stopped. She was half drunk and fell asleep on the bed.

Early the next morning, the chirping of birds and the sound of sword dancing reached her ears.

She propped her head on her arms and listened for a while, confused.

This time, her sword-wielding skills were as good as those of her eleven or twelve years old. Was it someone else? But the little habits in the sword moves are still there.

She got up from the bed and sat at the door of the house, eating her breakfast and listening.

When the sun rose high in the sky, she moved another chair and sat in the yard to listen.

The sound of the sword rang all morning, and her skill with the sword improved from that of her eleven or twelve years old to that of her thirteen year old.

Another noon passed, and the opponent's sword moves became more and more proficient, but there was no improvement. This was because he had encountered a bottleneck.

She knew how difficult and irritating it was to be at the bottleneck, second only to thinking of that man.

She wanted to get up to give instructions, raised her butt halfway, and sat down again.

A female voice sounded next door, calling the swordsman to have lunch.

Half an hour later, the sound of the sword started again, and I played for another whole afternoon. I stopped in the dim light of dusk. I barely improved a little, but still couldn't make a breakthrough.

She sighed and returned to the house. The old servant had prepared food and drinks for her to drink away her sorrows.

Fortunately, the sound of swords next door was also forgotten.

"Master, do you care about the people next door?" The old servant opened the Huoyunshao, poured it into the wine bowl, and handed it to her.

"How old is he?" Jingwo took it, indeed he was a little concerned.

The old servant guessed that I was referring to him and not her, so he explained: "It's not that young man, it's a girl. She is thin and short, but cute. I think she is about ten years old."

"No wonder I couldn't let go of my hands and feet when dancing the sword. I thought he was a dwarf." Jingga nodded, clearing up a doubt in his mind.

But she didn't believe that anyone could make rapid progress in two days.

She thought: "I haven't used the sword for a long time. I just picked it up in the past two days. Today's sword is much better than yesterday. It's quite talented."

"The Wisteria Flower Banquet is still a month away. Master, why don't you give her a lesson to relieve her boredom." The old servant knew that I loved swordsmanship. During my wandering days, I often taught others how to swordsmanship.

"Forget it." Jingwo drank a bowl of wine, "Let's wait until the matter at hand is resolved."

The old servant sighed regretfully. He was not speaking for Xia Yuan, but wanted to distract Jingwo from thinking about that man all the time.

He picked up the wine jar and filled it for me, but he felt that the master's hand holding the bowl trembled.

I suddenly turned my head and looked next door.

"True meaning!"

The wine bowl broke into pieces and the precious wine spilled on the ground. I had no intention of feeling heartbroken. I turned around and stepped on the courtyard wall.

In the sky, there is only a thin edge left on the sun's disk. The remaining light is about to disappear, and the light and heat are about to sink into the dark underground.

At this moment of sunset, the girl in the courtyard thrust out the sword in her hand and pierced the last thin edge. The silver edge broke through the orange light. The sky suddenly darkened and a cold wind blew up.

I felt a chill. She closed her eyes and saw the lake frozen and the sky covered with a black curtain. She felt like she was in a winter night.

This is the complete prototype of the true meaning, no, it is the prototype of the true meaning that is still incomplete, because the girl's cultivation is not enough and her soul is too weak to use the later parts.

"What's your name?" Jingwa opened his eyes and asked the girl below.

The girl turned the tip of her sword and pointed it at her. With a pair of bright eyes, she looked up and down at the old woman on the courtyard wall.

After a while, she ran to the house and said, there was a strange old woman standing on the wall of the courtyard.

Xia Yuan came out of the house and looked at the strange old woman on the wall.

Compared with the decadent swordsmanship instructor in "Ascension", the current Master Jingga has a more heroic appearance, wearing a plain robe and a Hunyuan Dao bun. Although his appearance is old, his sharp eyes can still be seen in his past style.

Leng Qiu stood behind Xia Yuan, holding the hem of his clothes with her little hands.

With the clear heart of the sword, the little queen's intuition is particularly strong. Just when she looked at the strange mother-in-law, she knew that she couldn't beat her.

"Master, why don't you come into the room to talk?" Xia Yuan invited.

He knew that I would not agree. This old lady didn't like red tape, but she still had to say polite words.

"No need." Jingwo looked at Xia Yuan, then at Han Yue beside him, and finally returned his gaze to Leng Qiu.

"Just call me Granny Wang." Jingwo said.

Grandma Wang, Grandma Wang, I just don’t know whether this is forgetfulness or forgetfulness from Liangwang Temple.

Jingwo asked the girl: "What's your name?"

Leng Qiu felt that she was a bit fierce and didn't want to talk to her, so he turned his face to the side.

Xia Yuan patted her head, and then she whispered: "Leng Qiu."

Jingwo saw the girl's reaction in his eyes, glanced at Xia Yuan again, and continued to ask.

"how old are you?"

"Eleven is a month away."

"Do you have a teacher?"

Leng Qiu didn't know what "teacher" meant, and guessed that he was asking who he belonged to.

She pressed close to Xia Yuan's side: "Leng Qiu belongs to His Highness."

I frowned, the only one who can call you His Highness is the prince.

She originally thought that the person she found was an old friend or someone from her master's sect, but she didn't expect that it was actually the Prince of Ning Kingdom.

How did Ning Guo know her whereabouts?

Xia Yuan rubbed Leng Qiu's hair and said, "Since my mother-in-law is no longer a master, why should she care about the inheritance?"

I was just thinking about whether I could abduct the girl to Liangwang Temple.

She had an unpleasant quarrel with her master thirty years ago, but times have changed, and now the people in charge of Liangwang Temple are all the senior sisters and junior sisters who were her close friends back then.

Jingwo jumped off the courtyard wall and glanced at the sword in the girl's hand.

Practicing with a famous sword is truly a luxury, worthy of the Daning Dynasty.

The True Intention Sword move the girl used just now is also quite extraordinary, probably not weaker than Liang Wang'an's Liang Wang Sword.

Looking at the girl's dependence on the boy, it's almost like a father and daughter.

Liangwangan didn't have any advantage, and this swordsman genius couldn't be taken away.

"I can teach her swordsmanship," she replied.

"Thank you, mother-in-law." Xia Yuan smiled.

Sure enough, this swordsmanship instructor couldn't refuse his little queen at all.

"However, I will only teach her the basics, not the inheritance of the sect."

"The basics are enough."

Leng Qiu has the true inheritance of the Bingxin Sword Curse, but the only difference is the foundation. In the game plot, players will not be able to learn Liang Wangan's sword skills right from the start.

Once you get used to it, are you still afraid that she won't teach you?

"Also, I think her swordsmanship focuses on tranquility. During the days when she is practicing swordsmanship, she has to sleep in a room alone."

"Yes." Xia Yuan nodded.

This requirement is very simple, just a separate bedroom. But why does this sound a little weird?

Jingga nodded: "When she stabilizes her true intention, condenses her sword heart, and is not disturbed by external affairs, you can do whatever you want."

Xia Yuan understood what was wrong and said with a wry smile: "Mother-in-law misunderstood."

"Haha, I've seen a lot of old ladies." Jingwo twitched the corner of his mouth and glanced at Xia Yuan.

She could hear clearly that the footsteps of three people entered the same room last night. The more aristocratic people are, the more they have this hobby. The more ordinary people are, the more they like plump ones.

She glanced at Hanyue again, thinking that this prince had a wide range of hobbies.

"Come to my courtyard early tomorrow morning." She dropped this sentence and disappeared behind the courtyard wall.

Leng Qiu was unhappy. She didn't understand the meaning of the conversation just now, but she knew that the strange mother-in-law wouldn't let her sleep with His Highness.

What a bad guy!