blue shirt oath

Chapter 206 Mai Takeshita

Under Song Guichen's careful care, Du Qingshan's injuries gradually recovered.

He is a restless person, unable to lie down in bed, before he recovers, he is still the same as when he was not injured, practicing martial arts in the front yard before sunrise.

Today is different from the past, if you are a martial arts practitioner, you can tell at a glance that Du Qingshan's martial arts practice is a bit slow on purpose.

The autumn morning is already cool, and a thin layer of hoarfrost spreads on the vegetables that Song Guichen carefully planted.

These days, due to Song Guichen's meticulous care, the front and back of the small courtyard have been tidy and tidy, and there are patches of flowers and trees planted in the front and back. Now the vegetables have just sprouted, tender and green, very gratifying.

A lot of bamboo leaves fell in the small courtyard. Following Du Qingshan's martial arts exercises, the bamboo leaves flew up, blooming in the air as if they had life.

Not far away, Song Guichen sat on the stone slab with his hands on his chin and watched Du Qingshan practice martial arts intently.

It has to be said that being handsome is different, it is clearly a move full of power, Song Guichen can't help but see a bit of beauty, and feels that Du Qingshan's gestures are very attractive.

It was only after his last move that Song Guichen came to his senses, got up quickly, and clapped his hands in praise.

"As expected of me, Ayan, this sword dance is really good, beautiful and powerful!" She smiled brightly, "However, Ayan is the best looking."

Ignoring her flattering "sweet words", Du Qingshan sheathed his sword and walked towards her with a serious face: "So, how much do you remember?"

"Forehead……"

Song Guichen in the shape of an ostrich.

Even though it was the second time for him, she only cared about his people all the time, so how could she care to remember his moves?

Du Qingshan smiled helplessly: "But you said you want to learn martial arts and begged me to dance the sword, so I did it. You are lucky, I have demonstrated it to you twice, and you still don't remember every move? Huh?"

Song Guichen hurriedly raised his head, unconvincingly angry: "Of course I remember."

"Then show me the practice."

Du Qingshan handed her the sword.

Song Guichen reluctantly accepted the sword, "Then... I'll try?"

Du Qingshan smiled and pushed her to the middle of the yard.

Song Guichen grew up so big, the only thing related to martial arts he knew was archery.

This is because she grew up in the mountains and had to go hunting in the mountains, so practice makes perfect, and she has practiced perfect archery.

But asking her to practice swords is really embarrassing for her.

But the words were released by himself. Ever since he was captured by the man in black once, Song Guichen deeply felt that he had to learn some self-defense skills, so as not to encounter the same situation next time, and had to be a knife and a fish for me. .

So she had a whim, and suggested to Du Qingshan that he should teach her martial arts.

She said it casually yesterday, after all, she knows even by moving her toes. Learning martial arts is about time and practice, and she has to practice since childhood. She came to learn halfway, so where can she learn anything.

But Du Qingshan became serious.

Woke her up early in the morning from the warm bed and taught her how to practice sword.

Song Guichen raised the sword in his fair and slender right hand, made a gesture, recalling Du Qingshan's movements just now, and walked slowly a few moves.

Isn't it just practicing swords, it must be similar to archery, the same reason!

As Song Guichen thought about it, the sword in his hand danced like a bow.

Du Qingshan shook his head.

When he walked over, he held the sword in her hand and led her to move.

"Relax and follow my movements."

Where did Song Guichen dare to relax, she could only feel the bamboo fragrance from Du Qingshan's body coming to her nostrils one after another, making her think only of him, and she couldn't remember the sword dance, so she could only subconsciously follow him.

Sensing her distraction, Du Qingshan frowned helplessly.

That's it.

This guy is really not material for martial arts.

No wonder Uncle Wu was unwilling to teach her the disguise technique.

It is really not a good job to teach a person who has no talent in martial arts to practice martial arts.

Du Qingshan let out a low laugh, and the movements of his hands began to change, becoming more like Wu, not Wu.

I thought that if she could practice 01:30 points of self-defense, I would feel at ease, but it looked like it was easier to protect her in my arms.

He smiled softly, put his left hand around her waist, held her sword hand tightly with his right hand, glanced at her blushing earlobe, and said with a low smile, "Not paying attention."

The light blue figure is as light as a baby swallow. On the contrary, the white figure is much stiffer. Fortunately, under the easy leadership of Qingying, the white figure can also move step by step. Looking from a distance, it looks like a beautiful woman dancing Sword illustration.

Sitting on a neem tree in the distance was an old man with gray hair. He opened his neck and looked at the two sword dancers in the yard, tsk-tsk loudly.

"Stinky boy, I haven't seen you for a few days, but I'm so good at it, I confuse the little girl, tsk tsk."

Holding a few neem fruits in his hand, he watched the play with relish.

Suddenly, the blue shadow over there turned around quickly, and a sword flew straight towards the neem tree. The old man avoided it in a hurry, and cursed: "Stinky boy, murder?"

Speaking angrily, he pulled out the sword that had been pierced into the neem branch, and threw it at Du Qingshan.

With one stroke of Du Qingshan's scabbard, the sword was firmly inserted into the scabbard.

He smiled and asked, "Uncle Wu, why are you here?"

"Do you want to hear the truth or lie?"

"Of course it's true."

Uncle Wu jumped off the tree and came to the courtyard: "I have been waiting for you in Kaifeng for a long time, so I had no choice but to find Uncle Wu myself."

Du Qingshan's expression froze.

Uncle Wu didn't notice it, but Babaer came to Song Guichen and smiled: "To be honest, Uncle Wu actually misses Xiaochen's cooking. He knew you were in Nanyang, so he came here after a long journey."

Song Guichen smiled: "Why is this so difficult, I will cook a table of dishes for you, Uncle Wu."

"Xiaochen is the best." Uncle Wu smiled contentedly, and then looked at Du Qingshan again, "I heard that Wu Hongzhu is also in Nanyang?"

When Wu Hongzhu was mentioned, both Du Qingshan and Song Guichen were silent for a while.

Du Qingshan twitched the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "Yes, there are still many people from Furongmen in Nanyang." He looked at Uncle Wu and frowned, "The reason why Wu Hongzhu asked Uncle Wu to return to Beijing early is because what?"

He was so in a hurry that he didn't even say goodbye to himself, and just disappeared like that.

Hearing this, Uncle Wu hesitated for a while, and after much deliberation, he said: "In fact, I was not transferred by Wu Hongzhu, but I received the order of Fu Rong."

"Furong order?"

"That's right. This is the highest-level transfer order of the Furong Sect. Those who receive the order must follow the order no matter where they are, and there must be no mistakes. The order requires me to go to the Qing Temple on the day of Qixi Festival. As for what to do, The order didn't say anything."

"But Uncle Wu, haven't you quit the Furong Sect long ago? Why are you still subject to the Furong Order?"

"Quit?" Uncle Wu smiled desolately, "After entering the Furong Gate, it's not easy to quit."

(End of this chapter)