ninth junior sister

Chapter 201

Ling Xiaoruo raised his eyebrows and stared at Ziling, originally according to her temperament, she really didn't want to pay attention to her, it was too boring to compete for a man.However, she wanted to see what this Ziling was going to compete with her.Is it piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?Apart from books, she probably has nothing inferior to her.Poems and songs?She has memorized a long list of Tang poems and Song Ci, and any memorized one will be a masterpiece through the ages. So, what else does she have to be afraid of?
Ling Xiaoruo raised the corner of his lips, and replied: "Why don't you dare? What do you want to compare, girl, I will accompany you to the end!"

Ziling snapped the sword back into her hand and said, "You and I, disciples of the Cangshan School, will naturally compete with swords!"

The word "competition of swords" made Ling Xiaoruo's heart thump slightly, but it was only fleeting, she raised her eyebrows and said, "Competition of swords is comparison of swords."

Her words were spoken lightly, but both Xuanyuanchen and Yun Jingxuan sighed in their hearts, when did Ziqing know how to dance a sword?
Seeing this, Zifeng opened the folding fan and shook it. In his memory, Ziqing hadn't learned anything. Could it be that she had learned swords these days when she disappeared?
Zichan and Zimo stand beside the octagonal pavilion. One of them has long-distance gaze, while the other has cold gaze.

Because of the sword competition, everyone moved to a wide courtyard.The courtyard is surrounded by corridors, and glazed palace lanterns are hung on the corridors, moving back and forth in the night wind, and the shadows reflected on the ground sway slightly.

Since it was Ziling who provoked the competition, she was naturally the one who danced first.

Standing in the courtyard, she slowly picked up the sword, moved her left hand slightly on the scabbard, and the scabbard flew outward like an arrow off the string, and inserted straight into the carved beams and columns on the corridor. .

The night wind rolled up her light green skirt, and it was tumbling, very seriously.She held the hilt of the sword in her right hand, and with a twist of her wrist, she drew a beautiful sword flower in the air. While dancing the sword flower, she lifted her leg and spun around for a circle. Refers to Cang Yue.

While Liuyun swordsmanship was dancing, she heard Ziping's applause from time to time, she raised her small face and looked at Ziqing, as if she was sure of winning.

Ling Xiaoruo couldn't stop nodding while watching. Although this girl Ziling was a bit out of sorts, her swordsmanship was pretty good, at least she seemed to be pretty good.

After dancing a set of sword skills, beads of sweat were already oozing from Ziling's forehead. When she retracted her sword, she flew straight to the painted beam, pulled out the scabbard, turned around, and the sword was already sheathed.

After spinning to the ground, everyone clapped their hands to express their appreciation.

While clapping his hands, he heard the sound of Zifeng's folding fan. He shook the folding fan and said with a smile: "Sister Qi, your swordsmanship has improved a lot." Zichan, it seems that you are no longer suitable to be Ziling's martial arts instructor."

"Hehe..." Zichan raised his handsome eyebrows, glanced at Ziqing and laughed in a low voice: "Second Senior Brother, I don't think you are suitable to be Ziqing's martial arts instructor anymore."

Hearing this, Zifeng waved his folding fan slowly, and said with a smile on his face, "Hehe...that is, that is."

Yun Jingxuan glanced at the stern-faced Xuanyuan Chen with his phoenix eyes.

Ling Xiaoruo's black eyes rolled back and forth between Zifeng and Zichan, he felt that they were like the faces of opera singers, if they were singing on a stage, the audience would definitely be indispensable.

"It's my turn." While everyone was laughing, Ling Xiaoruo took advantage of Ziling's unpreparedness, went straight to Ziling, and pulled the belt off her waist.

Ziling was busy listening to the compliments from Zifeng and the others, so naturally she had no time to pay attention to Ziqing's behavior. In a moment of negligence, the belt that restrained her body was lifted, and the small jacket on her body was scattered, which could not outline her gracefulness at all. The curve looks like that, no doubt in a mess.Seeing that Ziqing took her belt away, she blushed and said angrily, "What are you doing with my belt?"

Ling Xiaoruo had already retreated to a safe distance with the belt at this time, and she had already observed it just now. Because of Ziling's noble status, the belt around her waist could be described as a collection of exquisite embroidery and jewels, with excellent flexibility, but Qu Kezhi is quite capable. She has been learning the soft sword from Junli before, but now she doesn't have a soft sword in her hand, so the two-foot belt can be compared to a soft sword. Moreover, under the boundless moonlight, dancing with her The posture of the sword, the jewels on this belt can also emit a bright light.In this way, won't it be easier to win Ziling?What's more, taking her belt and making her look awkward can relieve Huashan's spirit.

Ling Xiaoruo raised his eyebrows, smiled sweetly at Ziling, and said, "I compare a belt to a sword, what does Seventh Senior Sister think?"

Without waiting for any rebuttal from Ziling, Ling Xiaoruo stretched out his right hand, and the belt that was softly rolled up in his hand instantly straightened up and stretched outwards, the tall and straight posture was no different from a sword.

Ling Xiaoruo turned around, the belt in his hand was as straight as a green pine, and after walking a vertical circle above his head, he raised his right leg and bent in front of him, the belt in his hand pointed to the snow-covered ground.

After seeing her move, Zifeng squinted his handsome eyes and his face darkened. How could Ziqing know his soft sword technique that pleases him?

In the night wind, soft white snow suddenly floated up, and the long wind blew up, and the snowflakes drifted away with the wind. Under the moon, the woman in men's clothing and dancing with a belt, her figure was sometimes light and sometimes vigorous, like walking on clouds, flying on the frost and snow .It looks like a willow plant beside the ancient Huangsha Road, fluttering and swaying gracefully.

The jeweled emeralds on the belt shone brightly under the moonlight, adding a touch of coquettish charm to the swordsmanship.

Yun Jingxuan looked at the woman under the moonlight, the belt in her hand bends and straightens from time to time, the soft part is like a willow wrapping around her waist, and the strong part can pierce the clouds and break through the sun. Such a combination of rigidity and softness really amazed him. Eye-opening, unexpectedly, her swordsmanship is also so wonderful.

Xuanyuan Chen's eagle eyes narrowed slightly, with a faint smile on his lips. In the days in Cangshan, Ziqing always rejected learning martial arts. She didn't expect to be able to dance such a wonderful sword skill now. If she can match her internal strength, she must be Can also become a martial arts wizard.It's just that she asked who learned this sword technique?
Zifeng stared at the woman dancing solo, still with a cynical smile on his face, but his heart was a little cloudy, because every move she used was his unique skill, in his memory, he only Having taught Ling Xiaoruo, I still remember that when he taught Ling Xiaoruo, her focused expression only moved him inexplicably.

There are only two possibilities for Ziqing to know his swordsmanship, one is that Ziqing is Ling Xiaoruo, and the other is that Ziqing learned it from Ling Xiaoruo.In the first case, he thinks it is impossible, so it can only be the second case, does Ziqing know where Ling Xiaoruo is?

(End of this chapter)