City Marshal

Sichuan, Chengdu, the suburbs, full of flowers.

There should be no butterflies in this season, but this yard is full of colorful butterflies, transforming into a beautiful scenery in the winter sun, which makes people want to chase after seeing it, but Wen Ziyan can't bear to play. Look, the short sword in your hand is transformed into sword shadows in the sunlight.

One point, one stab, one sweep, simple movements, heavy sword shadows, the little girl repeated the same movements again and again, she could clearly feel the redness and swelling on her wrists and the piercing pain, but she still refused to stop, A determination similar to Wen Sheng's was raised on his immature face.

She knows her identity, and she also knows that she has to put in a hundred times the effort of ordinary people.

Because her name is Wen Ziyan, she shoulders the important task of revitalizing the Wen family in Sichuan, so although practicing sword is very hard, far more difficult than Qianlong Garden, she persisted, and the daily tasks made her almost Returning to the last time he died, he still got up and swung his sword the next day.

A colorful butterfly flew past her eyes. Although Wen Ziyan didn't look at it intentionally, the dancing of the colorful butterfly and its ease with the wind gave Wen Ziyan something extra in her eyes. She slightly stopped the gesture of stabbing the sword and looked The colorful butterflies fluttering in the wind seem to realize something: follow the trend!

Then draw the sword, prick again, and then draw an arc along the wrist, everything gradually becomes flowing naturally, Wen Ziyan suddenly has a feeling of pleasure in her heart, the sword seems to have become a part of the body, and the sword is swung out. It was pride, and it was Shouyi who returned, and she smiled brightly.

No more that strenuous sound!The man in white sitting on the tallest building in the courtyard put down the poems and paintings in his hands. He listened carefully again with some doubts. His cold and serious face showed a rare surprise. He walked slowly to the railing and saw the colorful Butterfly-like natural sword marks.

"This girl is not only hardworking, but also a rare genius."

The scholar dressed in white looked at Wen Ziyan with his hands behind his back, with a look of relief on his face, and muttered to himself: "In just a few months, you have practiced these movements so back to basics, you are worthy of being the granddaughter of Wen Lao, and the revival of the Wen family is expected." , the old man can be relieved that his spirit is in the sky."

The scholar slapped the railing and jumped down from upstairs, he walked slowly towards the girl who was receiving her work, with endless care and love in his eyes, then he swept the sun above his head and softly shouted: "Zi Yan, you can rest now! , Uncle asked Anu to buy buns for you, eat a few first!"

"Ok!"

Wen Ziyan put the short sword back into its sheath flexibly, and then ran towards the scholar with a silver bell-like laugh. At the same time, Anu put a plate of steamed buns on the stone table, her eyes were full of care and pity , since the little junior sister came here, the originally peaceful valley has become more lively.

"Wow! What a big bun."

After putting down the dagger and washing her hands, Wen Ziyan sat on the stone bench and looked at the buns in front of her with endless joy: "Chengdu Old Wang's buns, the skin is thin and the meat is juicy, uncle, you went to Chengdu again in the morning? Kilometers back and forth, you don't have to work so hard in the future."

"I don't like eating buns anymore."

Wen Ziyan glared at Baozi with duplicity and opened his mouth. This sensible look made the scholar very pleased. He patted the little girl on the head: "It's not hard, I'm just going to Chengdu for business, and buying buns is just a way to go, and you've been practicing kung fu recently. Hard work should be rewarded."

Wen Ziyan picked up the bun and smiled: "Ziyan is stupid, hard work can make up for it."

The scholar laughed loudly: "Silly girl, how can you be so stupid?"

Anu also smiled brightly at the side: "Yes, if my junior sister is considered stupid, then I am a pig. My senior sister has such attainments at a young age, which makes my senior brother feel ashamed. Junior sister, do you know? I At your age, I couldn't even hold a sword steady."

Wen Ziyan showed her white teeth slightly: "Senior brother lied to me."

Anu spread his hands: "I didn't lie to you, if you don't believe me, you can ask Master."

The scholar put a steamed stuffed bun into Wen Ziyan's bowl, with a smile on his face: "Senior brother really lied to you, he was also a wonderful flower at this time back then, and his sword skills are not inferior to yours now, it's just that you have more than him." Very hardworking, he was inclined to have fun at the time."

Anu lowered his head in embarrassment, but he felt relieved. After all, there are only a handful of Wen Ziyan who have suffered from family upheavals and are particularly sensible. The scholar sighed softly: "Ziyan, you are more sensible than Anu and even me back then, so you Future achievements will surely surpass us.”

"As long as you don't let up, you will keep improving."

Speaking of this, he also showed a slight smile: "I am going to send you back to Qianlong Garden in a few days, and I can teach you swordsmanship and calligraphy and painting. To reach a certain level, you need half a year to accumulate and comprehend."

Wen Ziyan raised her head slightly: "Go back to the capital?" Her tone was not too much reluctance but also not too much joy, but replied with a kind of stability beyond ordinary people: "I listened to uncle's arrangement. I saw Brother Chutian and the others, so I should go back and meet them."

"This kid is getting better and better."

Just when the scholar responded to Wen Ziyan, a voice came from outside the courtyard, and then Chu Tian stepped in slowly, holding a jug of wine in his hand, with an indifferent smile familiar to the scholar: "Your paradise It's really hard to find, I went around a few times before I found it here."

The scholar laughed loudly: "But the young commander finally found it."

Wen Ziyan also caught sight of Chutian who hadn't seen him for a long time, and immediately threw away the buns in her hands and ran over. In order to maintain the child's playful nature at this reunion, she hugged Chutian and shouted: "Brother Chutian, what are you doing?" Here? I miss you so much, uncle is about to send me back to Beijing."

The scholar took up the topic with a smile: "The young commander is here, so I will save this step."

Chu Tian threw the wine in his hand to the scholar, hugged the delicate Wen Ziyan and said with a smile: "I was going to Henan to deal with some matters, but thinking that you were about to send Ziyan back, I made a detour, except I want to catch up with you, and I also want to take Ziyan to Henan."

"Young Marshal has deep intentions."

The scholar took the wine over and sniffed it. Knowing that it was a valuable old wine, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. Then he handed it to Anu for him to hide it, and then pointed to the stone bench to invite Chu Tian to sit down: " Taking Ziyan to Henan, I'm afraid it's just passing Shaolin monks by the way."

A slight smile curled up on the corner of Chu Tian's mouth, and he admitted without hesitation: "The guess is correct, anyway, idle is idle, and Ziyan has stayed here for a few months, she should play and relax anyway, don't worry, Now that I am delicate and expensive, even if I want to commit suicide, I am afraid that I will never have a chance."

"As for the danger, it is even more minimal."

The scholar nodded with a smile on his face, and he was naturally relieved to Chutian: "You didn't come here to take someone with you, did you? Come on, sit down, have a cup of tea and eat a few steamed buns. It's been several months since we left in London last time. I'm afraid it will be spring when I go to Qianlong Garden next time, let's get together today."

"Okay! Stealing Fusheng for half a day."

Chutian put Wen Ziyan down, and the latter immediately obediently poured tea for Chutian, and brought a steamed bun to Chutian's mouth. Chutian ate it comfortably, and Wen Ziyan's bright smile , Chutian said again: "I have another purpose to go to Shaolin."

"That is to return the Vigorous Vajra Palm."

"flutter!"

The scholar who was drinking tea sprayed the tea on the grass, and then looked at Chu Tian with a surprised face: "What? Vigorous Vajra Palm? When did you get the Shaolin cheat book? The rumors about this thing are definitely not rumored, you are not Shaolin Disciple, is it a bit weird to have this thing?"

"It was stolen."

Chu Tian thundered the scholar again, and replied with a sigh: "It was just stolen by the Holy Wrath Master of Taiwan! I just picked it up, but before that, Master Shi Delong asked me if I knew the whereabouts, and I told him He hasn't seen it before, so I'm afraid I'll take it out and return it now..."

"I'm afraid I have ulterior motives!"

The scholar pointed out what was in Chutian's mind, and then shook his head with a wry smile: "If you were in the position of Shaolin, I'm afraid you would also think that the inconsistencies in your actions must have a purpose. The reason why you return the secret book instead of destroying it is because you don't want to provoke Shaolin Temple. It can be regarded as retreating to calm the matter."

"The most important thing."

The scholar pointed at the stone table: "How do you prove that there is no copy?"

This sentence made Chutian feel a ripple in his heart. He was not distressed because he wanted to prove his innocence, but because he thought that this secret book was taken from Yamamoto Yoshiki, and he could not prove that he did not copy the secret book, nor could he Evidence that Yoshiki Yamamoto did not leave a copy...

One day, this palm technique reappears, isn't he a sinner?

Chu Tian looked at the flying butterflies and sighed softly: "Zhuang Zhouxiao dreams of butterflies!" Sichuan, Chengdu, suburbs, full of flowers.

There should be no butterflies in this season, but this yard is full of colorful butterflies, transforming into a beautiful scenery in the winter sun, which makes people want to chase after seeing it, but Wen Ziyan can't bear to play. Look, the short sword in your hand is transformed into sword shadows in the sunlight.

One point, one stab, one sweep, simple movements, heavy sword shadows, the little girl repeated the same movements again and again, she could clearly feel the redness and swelling on her wrists and the piercing pain, but she still refused to stop, A determination similar to Wen Sheng's was raised on his immature face.

She knows her identity, and she also knows that she has to put in a hundred times the effort of ordinary people.

Because her name is Wen Ziyan, she shoulders the important task of revitalizing the Wen family in Sichuan, so although practicing sword is very hard, far more difficult than Qianlong Garden, she persisted, and the daily tasks made her almost Returning to the last time he died, he still got up and swung his sword the next day.

A colorful butterfly flew past her eyes. Although Wen Ziyan didn't look at it intentionally, the dancing of the colorful butterfly and its ease with the wind gave Wen Ziyan something extra in her eyes. She slightly stopped the gesture of stabbing the sword and looked The colorful butterflies fluttering in the wind seem to realize something: follow the trend!

Then draw the sword, prick again, and then draw an arc along the wrist, everything gradually becomes flowing naturally, Wen Ziyan suddenly has a feeling of pleasure in her heart, the sword seems to have become a part of the body, and the sword is swung out. It was pride, and it was Shouyi who returned, and she smiled brightly.

No more that strenuous sound!The man in white sitting on the tallest building in the courtyard put down the poems and paintings in his hands. He listened carefully again with some doubts. His cold and serious face showed a rare surprise. He walked slowly to the railing and saw the colorful Butterfly-like natural sword marks.

"This girl is not only hardworking, but also a rare genius."

The scholar dressed in white looked at Wen Ziyan with his hands behind his back, with a look of relief on his face, and muttered to himself: "In just a few months, you have practiced these movements so back to basics, you are worthy of being the granddaughter of Wen Lao, and the revival of the Wen family is expected." , the old man can be relieved that his spirit is in the sky."

The scholar slapped the railing and jumped down from upstairs, he walked slowly towards the girl who was receiving her work, with endless care and love in his eyes, then he swept the sun above his head and softly shouted: "Zi Yan, you can rest now! , Uncle asked Anu to buy buns for you, eat a few first!"

"Ok!"

Wen Ziyan put the short sword back into its sheath flexibly, and then ran towards the scholar with a silver bell-like laugh. At the same time, Anu put a plate of steamed buns on the stone table, her eyes were full of care and pity , since the little junior sister came here, the originally peaceful valley has become more lively.

"Wow! What a big bun."

After putting down the dagger and washing her hands, Wen Ziyan sat on the stone bench and looked at the buns in front of her with endless joy: "Chengdu Old Wang's buns, the skin is thin and the meat is juicy, uncle, you went to Chengdu again in the morning? Kilometers back and forth, you don't have to work so hard in the future."

"I don't like eating buns anymore."

Wen Ziyan glared at Baozi with duplicity and opened his mouth. This sensible look made the scholar very pleased. He patted the little girl on the head: "It's not hard, I'm just going to Chengdu for business, and buying buns is just a way to go, and you've been practicing kung fu recently. Hard work should be rewarded."

Wen Ziyan picked up the bun and smiled: "Ziyan is stupid, hard work can make up for it."

The scholar laughed loudly: "Silly girl, how can you be so stupid?"

Anu also smiled brightly at the side: "Yes, if my junior sister is considered stupid, then I am a pig. My senior sister has such attainments at a young age, which makes my senior brother feel ashamed. Junior sister, do you know? I At your age, I couldn't even hold a sword steady."

Wen Ziyan showed her white teeth slightly: "Senior brother lied to me."

Anu spread his hands: "I didn't lie to you, if you don't believe me, you can ask Master."

The scholar put a steamed stuffed bun into Wen Ziyan's bowl, with a smile on his face: "Senior brother really lied to you, he was also a wonderful flower at this time back then, and his sword skills are not inferior to yours now, it's just that you have more than him." Very hardworking, he was inclined to have fun at the time."

Anu lowered his head in embarrassment, but he felt relieved. After all, there are only a handful of Wen Ziyan who have suffered from family upheavals and are particularly sensible. The scholar sighed softly: "Ziyan, you are more sensible than Anu and even me back then, so you Future achievements will surely surpass us.”

"As long as you don't let up, you will keep improving."

Speaking of this, he also showed a slight smile: "I am going to send you back to Qianlong Garden in a few days, and I can teach you swordsmanship and calligraphy and painting. To reach a certain level, you need half a year to accumulate and comprehend."

Wen Ziyan raised her head slightly: "Go back to the capital?" Her tone was not too much reluctance but also not too much joy, but replied with a kind of stability beyond ordinary people: "I listened to uncle's arrangement. I saw Brother Chutian and the others, so I should go back and meet them."

"This kid is getting better and better."

Just when the scholar responded to Wen Ziyan, a voice came from outside the courtyard, and then Chu Tian stepped in slowly, holding a jug of wine in his hand, with an indifferent smile familiar to the scholar: "Your paradise It's really hard to find, I went around a few times before I found it here."

The scholar laughed loudly: "But the young commander finally found it."

Wen Ziyan also caught sight of Chutian who hadn't seen him for a long time, and immediately threw away the buns in her hands and ran over. In order to maintain the child's playful nature at this reunion, she hugged Chutian and shouted: "Brother Chutian, what are you doing?" Here? I miss you so much, uncle is about to send me back to Beijing."

The scholar took up the topic with a smile: "The young commander is here, so I will save this step."

Chu Tian threw the wine in his hand to the scholar, hugged the delicate Wen Ziyan and said with a smile: "I was going to Henan to deal with some matters, but thinking that you were about to send Ziyan back, I made a detour, except I want to catch up with you, and I also want to take Ziyan to Henan."

"Young Marshal has deep intentions."

The scholar took the wine over and sniffed it. Knowing that it was a valuable old wine, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. Then he handed it to Anu for him to hide it, and then pointed to the stone bench to invite Chu Tian to sit down: " Taking Ziyan to Henan, I'm afraid it's just passing Shaolin monks by the way."

A slight smile curled up on the corner of Chu Tian's mouth, and he admitted without hesitation: "The guess is correct, anyway, idle is idle, and Ziyan has stayed here for a few months, she should play and relax anyway, don't worry, Now that I am delicate and expensive, even if I want to commit suicide, I am afraid that I will never have a chance."

"As for the danger, it is even more minimal."

The scholar nodded with a smile on his face, and he was naturally relieved to Chutian: "You didn't come here to take someone with you, did you? Come on, sit down, have a cup of tea and eat a few steamed buns. It's been several months since we left in London last time. I'm afraid it will be spring when I go to Qianlong Garden next time, let's get together today."

"Okay! Stealing Fusheng for half a day."

Chutian put Wen Ziyan down, and the latter immediately obediently poured tea for Chutian, and brought a steamed bun to Chutian's mouth. Chutian ate it comfortably, and Wen Ziyan's bright smile , Chutian said again: "I have another purpose to go to Shaolin."

"That is to return the Vigorous Vajra Palm."

"flutter!"

The scholar who was drinking tea sprayed the tea on the grass, and then looked at Chu Tian with a surprised face: "What? Vigorous Vajra Palm? When did you get the Shaolin cheat book? The rumors about this thing are definitely not rumored, you are not Shaolin Disciple, is it a bit weird to have this thing?"

"It was stolen."

Chu Tian thundered the scholar again, and replied with a sigh: "It was just stolen by the Holy Wrath Master of Taiwan! I just picked it up, but before that, Master Shi Delong asked me if I knew the whereabouts, and I told him He hasn't seen it before, so I'm afraid I'll take it out and return it now..."

"I'm afraid I have ulterior motives!"

The scholar pointed out what was in Chutian's mind, and then shook his head with a wry smile: "If you were in the position of Shaolin, I'm afraid you would also think that the inconsistencies in your actions must have a purpose. The reason why you return the secret book instead of destroying it is because you don't want to provoke Shaolin Temple. It can be regarded as retreating to calm the matter."

"The most important thing."

The scholar pointed at the stone table: "How do you prove that there is no copy?"

This sentence made Chutian feel a ripple in his heart. He was not distressed because he wanted to prove his innocence, but because he thought that this secret book was taken from Yamamoto Yoshiki, and he could not prove that he did not copy the secret book, nor could he Evidence that Yoshiki Yamamoto did not leave a copy...

One day, this palm technique reappears, isn't he a sinner?

Chu Tian looked at the flying butterflies and sighed softly: "Zhuang Zhouxiao dreams of butterflies!"