Willing to change Qingfeng to fight the rivers and lakes

Being held by Yang Jian, Zhan Zhao felt the warmth and strength of Yang Jian's palm, and involuntarily followed Yang Jian's footsteps to the long corridor and walked towards the front yard.

The wind is gradually weakening, and the snow is falling sporadically, but the temperature is getting lower and lower.

But Zhan Zhao's heart burned hotly.

Perhaps, it is the candle that is in sight that is burning warmly.

The front yard was hung with windproof lanterns at some point, and the orange lights were flickering, and they were lit along the corridor to the plum tree.I haven't seen the wintersweet blooming yet, but there is already a faint elegant fragrance in the air, which is difficult to detect but cannot be ignored.

Zhan Zhao has never had the leisure to enjoy flowers on such a snowy night.

It was common for teenagers to roam the rivers and lakes, eat and sleep in the open. At that time, they only thought about how to avoid danger and cover themselves, and they didn't care about admiring the surrounding scenery.When the official uniform is added to the body, the hands and feet are more and more bound, and the wind and rain are full of official duties, and there is no fun.Even if you have to go back to your hometown once in a while, there is Shui Se Jiangnan, and there is never snow in winter...

Now in this deep courtyard in the outskirts of Kaifeng, the wintersweet tree is blooming in the snow, and the lights and shadows are misty to form a strange scene, like a dream that cannot be disturbed.

Zhan Zhao's surprised but obsessed expression gave Yang Jian the urge to caress him.

The fine snow fell, gradually dyeing Zhan Zhao's untied black silk, and a seductive light was reflected under the light.

Looking at the figure of Zhan Zhao climbing up the plum branches and closing his eyes to sniff the fragrance of the flowers, Yang Jian secretly clenched his fists...

Zhan Zhao turned his head and smiled, "I've never been so calm, it's a pity that I didn't bring my saber here today, otherwise I should have danced for my second brother under the beautiful scenery, and I would be able to thank my second brother for his hospitality. "

Xiaoyu, who was hidden under the shadow of the lamp, said, "I have a good sword here. Uncle Zhan can use it if he doesn't see it." He passed a Qingfeng with his backhand.But it was Xiaoyu's own sword.

Yang Jian didn't stop him, just watched with a smile and said nothing.

Zhan Zhao held the hilt of the sword and lifted it lightly, and the sword came out of its sheath with a crisp sound, but the ice-like blade was turned crimson by the lights and candles.

Zhan Zhao praised "good sword", untied his cloak, and threw it to Yang Jian in the wind, Zhan Zhao said: "Zhan Zhao has no other skills. Today, I hope that the classmate Nongax will perform swordsmanship for my second brother. Don't make fun of my second brother."

Yang Jian raised his hand to catch the cloak, smiled lightly and said, "Very good."

Zhan Zhao raised his hand, and the blade swirled, Luoxue's figure scattered in the shadow of the lamp, the shiny sword body reflected light yellow light and shadow, Luoxue was aroused by the sword energy and scattered.

Yang Jian stared intently, his eyes were full of Zhan Zhao's erratic figure, that person who had always been quiet and calm danced his sword suddenly became so sharp.

Thinking about it carefully, Yang Jian really didn't seem to pay much attention to Zhan Zhao's skills against the enemy. He glanced at Huashan and only had time to give Dong Dijun a small compliment; His life was killed; the Song-Liao border brigade was attacked, and the flying blood flowers turned red eyes and frightened the peaceful heart...

It turned out that Nan Xia Zhan Zhao really lived up to his name.

Among the shadows of the sword, I saw Zhan Zhao rising and falling easily, and there were only a few shallow footprints on the snow. It was rumored that the Zhongnan Xia was as light as Yan Qinggong, and he had never noticed it with his boundless magic power. Now he saw it with his own eyes. It is hard to find anyone on the rivers and lakes who is better than him.

The sword shadows all over the sky restrained, Zhan Zhao stabilized his figure, and the sharp sword energy dissipated completely.

Turning around and smiling slightly: "Second brother, how is my sword skill?"

Yang Jian clapped his hands lightly and praised sincerely: "It's extraordinary."

Zhan Zhao looked at Yang Jian and said, "Then, how is it compared with the second brother?"

Yang Jian said: "...In terms of swordsmanship alone, I am not as good as you."

Zhan Zhao said: "Second brother, this is a polite word, second brother's skill is probably far above mine."

Yang Jian said: "I'm not being polite to you, you can ask them." As he spoke, he glanced towards the corridor, but saw Chen Xiang Xiaoyu standing in the corridor obsessively, not even aware of the snow falling all over his body.

Yang Jian coughed twice, Xiaoyu came back to his senses, jumped to Zhan Zhao, took the sword in his hand, and said with a smile: "It's true, I think my sword doesn't fit Uncle Zhan's. hand, otherwise it will be more exciting."

Chen Xiang also came over and said: "Really, I haven't seen anyone in the Jianghu who is more powerful than Uncle Zhan's swordsmanship."

Zhan Zhao endured a smile and said, "You two are sweet-talking, I'm asking how is the second brother?"

Xiaoyu said earnestly: "Well... in terms of swordsmanship alone, uncle is not as good as you..."

Chen Xiang joked on the sidelines: "Because we have never seen my uncle dance with a sword, it seems that my uncle doesn't know swordsmanship at all..."

Zhan Zhao said: "I don't believe it, you're all trying to make me happy, I've seen my second brother's skills, flying flowers and picking leaves can hurt people, why don't you know swordsmanship."

Chen Xiang said: "That only shows that Uncle's skills are profound, and Uncle's weapon is not a sword..."

Zhan Zhao looked at Yang Jian, Yang Jian frowned, and said, "This is the truth, the weapon I practice is not a sword."

Zhan Zhao suddenly said: "Yeah, I remembered, the second brother said that he uses a long weapon, and your junior brother is also holding a long spear, but unfortunately... If I can watch the second brother practice it, I'm afraid That’s just brilliant.”

Chen Xiang asked strangely: "Which junior brother has Uncle Zhan met?"

Just as Zhan Zhao wanted to describe it, Yang Jian said impatiently: "You don't care who it is, it has nothing to do with you anyway, it's getting late, go rest with Xiaoyu."

Chen Xiang still had some nostalgia, Yang Jian slowly stretched out his pen and pointed out four fingers, and said: "The fourth..."

Before the words finished, Chen Xiang raised his hand to beg for forgiveness: "I know." After saying that, he pulled Xiaoyu who was covering her mouth and giggling, and ran back to the backyard without a trace.

Zhan Zhao didn't know, so he asked, "What is the fourth clause?"

Yang Jian said: "Some promises I made with him—well, let's not talk about this, the night is dark, do you want to take a rest?"

Zhan Zhao said: "I've slept all afternoon, and I don't feel sleepy at all right now, but I'm hungry after practicing."

Yang Jian smiled and said, "Well, I'll cook something for you while those two little ghosts are away."

Zhan Zhao said pleasantly, "Second brother can also cook?!"

Yang Jian said: "Don't believe me? I said earlier that there are many things I know."

Zhan Zhao blushed a little, and said, "It's not that I don't believe it, it's that my second brother has so many abilities that really surprise me."

Yang Jian said: "Actually, I haven't cooked for a long time. I don't know if I can eat it. Don't expect too much..."

Zhan Zhao said: "I'm not picky, as long as it's cooked, I can eat it."

Yang Jian pretended to be relieved and said, "It's easy to serve, let's go."

Zhan Zhao responded and followed Yang Jian across the corridor to the backyard kitchen.

The lights behind him were also gradually extinguished one by one, and the falling snow silently covered the budding flowers on the plum tree...

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