First lady's personal tutor

It's not only Wang Yong who is confused, but also all the pedestrians on this road.

Many vehicles deliberately slowed down and fell down the window to take photos of the maverick Coser girl with their mobile phones.

"Tut Tut, it's really beautiful! It's the first time I've seen a girl with such temperament in Hanfu! The best in the world The group of donkey friends squatting on the side of the road waiting to pick up their younger sister couldn't help sighing.

Although Wang Yong didn't say anything, in fact, Wang Yong agreed.

Wang Yong has met many beautiful women, and each country has its own merits. However, even if a girl with classic temperament like Yin Xia wears Hanfu, she is not as amazing as the girl in front of her.

In front of her, the girl is not better than her looks or clothes, but better than the perfect combination of her temperament. It seems that she is an ancient girl from ancient times, not a modern cos.

"Well? She didn't even wear shoes Wang Yong's eyes swept the girl's skirt corner, and suddenly found a pair of barefoot under the skirt corner!

This is ice and snow, nearly 20 degrees below zero weather, she even directly barefoot walk?!

Wang Yong was shocked.

Just as Wang Yong secretly speculated about the origin of the girl, he saw that the group of donkey friends squatting on the side of the road suddenly got up and walked towards the girl.

"Little sister, it's so cold. Why don't we give you a ride?" A greasy middle-aged uncle squinted.

The young girl seemed to have no idea that the middle-aged uncle was harboring evil intentions. Looking at the middle-aged uncle, she asked inexplicably, "can you see this sword?"

The middle-aged uncle was shocked and looked at the scabbard in the girl's arms.

"Little sister, this is the scabbard. Where is the sword? Are you cos players so easy now? At least buy a sword and get a big red spike, right? What a prestige! Is there no money to buy it? It doesn't matter, uncle. I have money! As long as you are obedient, I'll give you this amount in a year... "

The middle-aged uncle stretched out a palm and shook it in front of the girl.

"Five thousand!"

At the digital exit, all the pedestrians around cast a look of disdain.

This middle-aged greasy uncle obviously regards the girl as a little girl who doesn't know the world. He wants to support a little girl for five thousand yuan for a year. It's fantastic!

A person with the same mind can't help quoting: "little sister, don't listen to him! I'll give you five thousand in a month! Follow me! I'm not married

The girl turned her head and looked at the second one. In the same tone, she said, "tell me what color this sword is. I'll give you money. It's not just money, you're my master. "

"Master?" This let all the men's mind, suddenly attracted a fiery eyes.

"Blue!" The second man replied.

The girl shook her head: "this is the color of the scabbard, not the sword. You are not my master."

"No, you don't have a sword in the scabbard. The devil knows what color it is. You mean to fool us Men don't agree.

The girl no longer paid attention to him, but looked at others with expectant eyes.

Although other people did not see any sword, it did not prevent them from guessing a color! What if it's right?

So all kinds of colors are exported.

But they were all rejected by the girl. The girl shook her head in disappointment: "still not."

Then step out of a snow-white barefoot and walk forward.

"Bow back Xiaming, sword shining frost, autumn wind walking horse out of Xianyang. This is all from Xianyang to Tibet. How come there is no such thing? How can we not? Why is there no such thing? "

The girl's tone was plaintive, and she talked to herself.

This curtain fell in the eyes of onlookers, can't help showing a trace of consternation: "is a good little girl a psycho?"

The more you look, the more you look. In the end, even the greasy middle-aged uncle smacks his mouth and shakes his head to walk away.

It's no fun to be insane. It's a pity that such a beautiful child

Only Wang Yong's eyes flashed. He didn't look at the girl with a neurotic eye. Wang Yong's intuition told him that the girl had a clear sense, not unconsciousness. And the girl just barefoot walking steady and light, it seems that the cold did not cause any substantial damage to it.

This is a mystery.

However, Wang Yong can't protect himself now, and he doesn't want to meddle. He pulled his collar slightly and lowered his head to cross the road quickly.

Because of the girl's appearance, no one noticed Wang Yong's passing.

Soon the road returned to tranquility, with cars and pedestrians heading for their own goals. Only the barefoot girl appeared on the road again with the scabbard in her arms.

She looked puzzled and stood at the place where Wang Yong was standing. She murmured: "was it an illusion just now?"

On the snowy ridge, Wang Yong is like a humanoid steam engine. His whole body is bursting with hot air, passing through the snowy slopes.

Before the snow splashed on Wang Yong, it had been melted by the heat from Wang Yong.

If someone is lucky enough to pass by, he will doubt whether a dragon has just passed by.

"No, it's time to rest. Although altitude sickness doesn't make me out of condition, it actually affects my physical strength. If you persist in practicing martial arts in such a place for decades, your physical strength will be amazing. " Wang Yong's momentum has slowed down and he is no longer in a hurry to March.

At present, he has entered the central part of Tibet. To the north, there are several famous Tibetan cities. Wang Yong originally wanted to go there to replenish some supplies.

But roughly estimated the compressed rations in the March backpack, if you save some food, it will last for a month. It can be seen how many rations Wang Yong has prepared.

Thirsty and snowy, so you don't have to risk exposure to buy supplies.

"If you look inside and outside the Great Wall, you will find nothing but Mangmang; Up and down the river, suddenly lost the torrent.

The mountain dances Silver Snake, originally gallops the wax elephant, wants to compare with the God to try high.

Only when I have seen this kind of snowy scenery with my own eyes can I know that the poem of Taizu is really excellent. I'm afraid no one can be surprised by the boldness of the first person in kaichao for nearly 300 years. It is a fact that some people accuse Taizu's poems of being out of rhythm, but they forget that the birth of poems is to express one's will, and the rhymed poems without emotion are just a skin bag. " Wang Yong sighed as he looked at the snow capped mountains on the Tibetan Plateau.

Without discussing the merits and demerits of history, Wang Yong is very convinced of Taizu's poetic attainments. The great spirit in that kind of poetry has been rare since the death of the Ming Dynasty. I didn't expect that it would reappear 300 years later.

"Well?" All of a sudden, Wang Yong's ears moved and his eyes looked like electricity at a snow peak behind him.

"Who? Come out

Wang Yong's voice was cold, like a cold wind knife, which shocked the snow on several nearby snow peaks.

In the rustling snow, a girl in green walked out slowly, still holding the simple scabbard in her hand, and her face was still plain.

The only difference is that her body is covered with frost and snow, which has formed a layer of crystal clear ice on her dress.

Seeing the girl, Wang Yong frowned. Unexpectedly, it was her.

Then Wang Yong thought of one thing - Wang Yong was full of life and blood all the way! How can a girl keep up with Wang Yong?

In Wang Yong's eyes, vigilance means more and more strong, cold voice asked: "I don't care who you are, no matter what you come from, you'd better not try to provoke me! Otherwise, I will bear the consequences! "

The girl's steps towards Wang Yong are in the same place, with a trace of grievance on her small face.

She handed the scabbard to Wang Yong: "can you tell me what color this sword is?"

Wang Yong glanced at the scabbard and replied coldly, "I don't know. Your tricks are useless to me, and I'm not interested in knowing the color of your sword! If you're sent by the Zheng family, you'd better hurry up. If not, you go your way, I go my bridge! There's a long way to go in the world. I'll see you next time, and it won't be so easy to talk! "

With that, Wang Yong's body started, like a galloping horse galloping away in the snow.

The girl stood still, looking at Wang Yong's figure and muttering to herself: "you shouldn't be invisible! I clearly feel a very familiar taste in him... Do I feel wrong? "

A young girl is like a confused girl who has fallen into self doubt and has not moved for a long time.

After more than ten minutes, she suddenly woke up: "can't let him run!"

Then he chased after her.

Barefoot on the snow, soft rustling sound, such as snow mud claws, away silent.

Half an hour later, the girl finally saw Wang Yong's back.

And Wang Yong also felt that the girl was coming again, and her face became colder and colder. He took the initiative to slow down and accumulate his fist.

"Five, four, three, two, one!" Wang Yong was silent in his mind.

At the last digital exit, a purple sword light rose up and chopped directly at the girl.

"I said it would not be so easy to say goodbye!"

The girl was so frightened that the sword light was about to fall on her.

At the critical moment, I saw that the girl was like a whirling snowfall, a strange transposition, and she lightly avoided Wang Yong's sword light.

Wang Yong's eyes were sharp. The girl really had a problem!

Wang Yong's sword is ready and unexpected. Even the master of Sanshi's level can't avoid it so easily.

Is this girl more powerful than three corpses?

Wang Yong looked at the girl's barefoot in the ice and snow, the girl's thin clothes covered with ice, and the scabbard she was holding

It seems that there are unexplained oddities in every place. If the girl suddenly says that she is actually "the master of DanJin Dacheng", Wang Yong is not surprised at all.

Of course, the first thing Wang Yong did at that time was to turn around and run.

In the early days of DanJin, Wang Yong was still able to fight reluctantly; But when Dan Jin is great, Wang Yong can only run away. It is absolutely impossible to fight.

Fortunately, the girl didn't say such a frightening word. Instead, she looked at the soft sword of Xinyue fox in Wang Yong's hand with her eyes shining. She asked with a harmless expression: "can I see the sword in your hand?"

It's just that Wang Yong's words are better than "DanJin Dacheng".

Look at your sword? You just say that you are interested in this sword and want to rob it!

TM said so euphemistically!

You know, in the past, this kind of speech was said by Wang Yong to others. After all, Wang Yong is a man of culture, and his speech can't be so straightforward.

Wang Yong finally realized the psychological reaction of those enemies who had heard such words before.

"Here you are!" When Wang Yong bit his teeth, the light of the moon fox soft sword in the center of his hand soared, and a sharp sword light penetrated through the heavy snow fog and stabbed the girl.