Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

"Idiot? This little girl is not a fool. The reason why she did so many rude things has only one purpose." Ning Ping'an poured Ci Song a cup of tea with a hint of ridicule in his tone.

Ci Song was slightly startled, with some doubts in his eyes, "What is the purpose?"

"She simply doesn't want to go back to Taoism. This love crisis is just a good excuse."

"ah?"

"Okay, don't worry about this little girl. Since she has sneaked out and wants to see the world, let her stay. You will be an extra sparring partner for a while in the future. I will leave first. ”

As soon as Ning Ping finished speaking, his figure disappeared without a trace.

"Strange, why do I feel that there is something wrong with the teacher's attitude? He seems to be very concerned about Zhuang Mengdie's appearance. Could it be that Zhuang Mengdie is the teacher..."

"hiss."

Ci Song took a breath. If this was really the case, then the matter of Ning Ping'an giving him the "Tao Te Ching" seemed to be clear.

Then he lay on his bed, and then turned his head up to sleep. When Ci Song woke up, it was already afternoon. He got up from the bed, stretched out, and walked out of the bedroom when he saw an extra bed in the main hall. bed.

And the voices of his teacher and Zhuang Mengdie came from his courtyard.

"There are many differences between women's swords and men's swords. First of all, there is a difference in strength. Women's strength is smaller, so women use swords mainly for agility and lightness, while men use swords mainly for heavy strength. Furthermore, women's bodies are petite. , the posture is difficult to develop, and the way of exerting force is different from that of men, which leads to the difference in the way of exerting force. Women use the sword mainly to use it appropriately, while men use the sword mainly to use sway. "

"What type of swordsmanship does Brother Ning belong to?" Zhuang Diemeng asked while holding the soft sword in his hand.

"I am a man, but I prefer light swordsmanship, and my swordsmanship is unpredictable. Come and see."

"Here."

Zhuang Diemeng was like a well-behaved little quail, quietly watching Ning Ping'an and learning his sword skills.

Ci Song had no idea what was going on. When he walked out of the bedroom, he saw Zhuang Diemeng sitting quietly on a chair, and Ning Ping'an dancing a sword in the courtyard. Each sword looked very plain, but it rhymed with Zhe, which was very interesting. taste.

"Xiao Nizi, do you have any ideas now?" Ning Pingping put away her sword and asked.

"I still don't understand." Zhuang Diemeng answered honestly, and then asked, "Then if you want to kill Ci Song, do you have to use a sword?"

"Of course, to attack Ci Song, besides the sword, what other good things do you know?" Ning Ping'an asked.

"Knife? Giant axe? Hammer? Stick? Chain hammer? Chain stick? Big knife? Big axe? Bricks? Stones?"

Zhuang Diemeng mentioned "lethal weapons" several times in one breath.

Ning Ping'an put away the sword, carried it behind her back, and said with a chuckle: "Xiao Nizi, do you think these can really hurt Ci Song?"

"It doesn't seem to work. Although his cultivation level is about the same as mine, he is really strong. No wonder Brother Ziling said that the second place in Ci Song Tianren is well deserved." Zhuang Diemeng thought.

"You can use your free sword technique on me again, and I'll see if you have any other flaws."

"good."

I saw Zhuang Diemeng standing up, holding a sword in his right hand, and releasing pure black talent from the palm of his left hand. Then he used his finger as a pen to write Zhuang Sheng's "Xiaoyaoyou" in front of him, "There is a fish in the North Ming Dynasty, and its name is It’s a Kun. It’s so big that I don’t know how many miles it is. When it turns into a bird, it’s called a Peng. Its back is so big that I don’t know how many miles it is. When it flies in anger, its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky.”

Immediately afterwards, the words written by Zhuang Diemeng were integrated into the soft long sword in her right hand, and then she stabbed towards Ning Ping'an. The sword technique she thrust out was light and erratic, and the reality was uncertain. Ci Song, who was observing at the same time, was actually in this sword technique. Can't find any flaw.

"It's a very good sword. It seems that Old Taoist Master's teaching is indeed good. At least he didn't hide anything."

Ning Ping'an looked at Zhuang Mengdie's stabbing sword, took out a wooden sword from somewhere, and faced it with the wooden sword.

A crisp sound sounded, and the collision between swords was not what Ci Song imagined. Instead, it was very gentle, even a bit like two tickling tools playing with each other.

"Crack, snap, snap."

After the first sword crossed, Zhuang Diemeng thrust out another sword. The second sword was in almost the same direction as the first sword, but the power was much stronger.

Ning Ping'an once again used the wooden sword to block, but this time, his feet suddenly retreated one after another, and then he suddenly burst out with a burst of power, using softness to overcome "hardness", and easily met Zhuang Diemeng's ten blows with the wooden sword. The sword, and he did not retreat at all.

"Well, your free and easy swordsmanship has already begun to show its promise. If you practice more on weekdays, you will be able to reach the level of elegance soon."

Ning Ping'an flipped his wrist suddenly, easily knocking off the soft sword in Zhuang Diemeng's hand, and pressed the wooden sword against Zhuang Diemeng's throat.

"Wow, Brother Ning, what kind of cultivation do you have? You can break my Xiaoyao Sword Technique so easily."

Zhuang Diemeng did not feel disappointed because he was defeated by Ning Ping'an, but became even more excited.

"As expected, the outside world is better. I stay in the Taoist temple all day, and none of the senior brothers I'm sparring with can beat me. Brother Ziling is so busy that he can't even find a decent opponent."

Zhuang Diemeng muttered to himself, then quickly picked up the long sword on the ground and said to Ning Ping'an: "Come on, Brother Ning, let's come again."

"Forget about today. The gap between you and me is too big. You should practice with Ci Song. Don't you want to kill him?"

Ning Ping'an pointed to the place behind him. Zhuang Diemeng looked in the direction Ning Ping'an pointed and saw Ci Song standing in front of the door, looking at him.

"Did I disturb you?"

At this time, Ci Song was almost certain that his teacher must have something to do with Zhuang Diemeng, otherwise he would not have taught Zhuang Diemeng so carefully.

At this moment, Zhuang Diemeng took advantage of the soft sword to wrap it around her waist, and turned it around, and turned the soft sword to Ci Song's heart.

"I say, little Taoist nun, you really want to kill me with this posture."

Ci Song released his own talent, mobilized the power of the thunder spirit, and formed a golden thunder sword in his hand. The thunder sword in Ci Song's hand quickly stabbed out, and there were arcs of electricity around the thunder sword, and Zhuang Diemeng's soft sword also stabbed out quickly. The moment it collided with the thunder sword, a huge current was generated, and the two were bounced away at the same time.

"Bang!"

The two of them landed almost at the same time. Ci Song quietly looked at the severed lightning sword in his hand, and then looked at the triumphant Zhuang Diemeng.

Ci Song then realized that this little girl's talent was indeed very good. If he had used the same wooden sword as his teacher, he would have probably lost.

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