no tomb song

The small courtyard is very clean, but the outside of the courtyard seems to be full of singing and dancing all day long.

Han Kuang closed his eyes to heal his wounds and did not ask.On the contrary, the girls who occasionally come to give things are very curious about him.Although Han Kuang ignored him, he would inevitably frown when he encountered someone who was too courageous, showing some obvious distress.

Ning Shu watched from the side with a smile on her face, instead of saying anything to help, she added fuel to the fire from time to time.

After another girl left gracefully, Han Kuang finally couldn't help but asked, "What is this place... where is it...why is everyone...so undignified?"

Ning Shu walked in holding a plate of freshly washed sweet peaches, with a strange expression: "It's not a concubine or noble lady, why do you want to be so solemn?"

Seeing that Han Kuang was puzzled, he said patiently: "They are all musicians. Artists who make a living by singing and dancing are naturally less restrained in their behavior than the daughters of officials."

Han Kuang asked curiously, "This is Jiaofang, Secretary of Jiaofang?"

Ning Shu shook his head: "The real Jiaofang Secretary is at the feet of the Son of Heaven. This place is just attached by others." He put Taozi aside, kicked off his boots and crawled behind Han Kuang to help him adjust his pulse.

After burning an incense stick, Ning Shu lowered his hand, picked up a peach and started to chew it.

Han Kuang exhaled and opened his eyes, and sighed lightly.

Ning Shu put down the peach, and said in relief: "It's much better than the previous two days. Injuries are always like this, and they can only be taken care of slowly, not in a hurry." He thought for a while: "But I always have I have a question, what is the relationship between your kung fu and the Taixuan Sutra? It looks like it, but it doesn’t look like it, and it doesn’t look like it...the direction of true energy in the body is exactly the same. It’s really strange."

Han Kuang was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "This internal skill is called the Guiyang Heart Sutra. It is said that it is born out of the same kung fu as the Taixuan Sutra."

Ning Shu looked at the sky and thought for a while, then murmured: "Isn't the Taixuan scripture created by me in retreat... Could there be another reason?" Suddenly remembered the handkerchief embroidered with scriptures in Han Kuang's arms. Zi: "Then what is the relationship between the Guiyang Heart Sutra and your Guiyang Saber Technique?"

Han Kuang said: "The sword technique is inspired by internal strength."

Ning Shu lowered her head, stared at the half-gnawed peach, and slowly said: "That day on Mount Jiuhua, Shen Xiao said that if it had been many years ago, the Guiyang sword technique could be a bet... Now that I think about it, that's not I don't mean to praise his own kung fu. That knife manual...should be a wonderful kung fu that everyone yearns for, but his own kung fu is already extremely high, and he has lost the will to fight because of his age... "

With his back turned to him, Han Kuang said in a dull tone, "That's right. It's this set of sword manuals that caused disaster back then."

Ning Shu was quiet, waiting for him to speak.

Han Kuang said slowly: "The Guiyang Heart Sutra and Guiyang Saber Technique were originally taught by my father's master. Grand Master lived outside the Great Wall for a long time, and my father only knew that he was an ordinary herb picker. If the Guiyang Heart Sutra is practiced shallowly, it is true It is a good kung fu that can strengthen the body. In my father's opinion, the sword technique is just for self-defense. At that time, our family had no contact with the Central Plains martial arts for many years... until I was 12 years old, Someone suddenly came to the door..."

Han Kuang clenched his hands that were originally on his knees.

Ning Shu said softly: "That person... is your big enemy."