The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

Half moon lake, students in class, red without tears, mouth can not speak, they took a sword, gave a sword, the rest of the time by the students to understand.

This sword was taught by the young master. She didn't reserve it and tried her best to demonstrate it. As for whether these students can understand it, it's up to her.

Most of the lakeside students didn't look very good. Finally, a young man couldn't help standing up and said, "Mr. Qi, why didn't you come?"

Red no tears didn't respond, childe let her teach martial arts, other, don't belong to her tube.

"I'm asking you, don't you hear me? Why didn't Mr. Qi come? " Du Hua Nian said in a deep voice.

Red no tears brow light wrinkle, press down the heart unhappy, ignore.

"Dumb!"

Seeing the woman still speechless, Du Huanian's eyes flashed coldly and sarcastically.

Keng, sword sound surging, red without tears, eyes in a cold, endure and endure, or pressure down the impulse to move, childe said, act rationally, can't hurt people at will.

"Don't be presumptuous when you spend your Chinese New Year"

among the students, a young man in White said calmly.

"Bai Yujing, you are too broad in your management"

another young man got up, threw the bamboo slips aside and said faintly.

"Gone, I'm not in the mood to waste time with a mute whose cultivation is not as good as ours"

JIANG Yiqing sneered and turned to leave.

The rest of the students got up one after another to prepare to leave.

"Oh? Is class over? "

Just then, in the distance, the figure in red came slowly, looked at the scattered students and asked.

Red no tears shook his head, indifferent eyes, obviously has reached the limit of patience.

"No? Ah "

with a smile without emotion, Ning Chen's eyes were cold, his feet moved, and his figure disappeared instantly.

At the next moment, the residual shadows in red are flying. In the sound of thump, the shadows fly up and are thrown directly into the lake.

Putong, Putong, hit the students in the lake. It's like rain. They don't even have a chance to fight back. They can give a point and cultivate instant seal.

Looking at the students who kept flying into the water, Bai Yujing's eyelids jumped fiercely, and her face was startled.

"You"

it's cold in late autumn, and the lake is freezing. Jiang Yiqing, Du Huanian and others look very ugly. Looking at the man in red standing on the bank, their anger is hard to hide.

"Since you don't want to have a class by the lake, stay in the water"

while talking, Ning Chen waved his right hand, and the weeping willows and withered leaves by the lake turned into sword wind, circling on the lake and blocking the way to the shore.

"After the lotus incense is burnt out, the array will resolve itself. OK, let's continue the class"

with that, Ning Chen looks red without tears, explains and immediately leaves.

"Don't hurt others, convince others with virtue"

once again, there is something in the words, red without tears. This time, I understood it and nodded seriously.

On the east side of the Academy, in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, I remember the things in autumn. Half an hour later, Bai Yujing appeared and told me what had just happened.

"Is anyone hurt?" Yi Qingqiu asked softly.

"No"

Bai Yujing shook her head.

"Well, I know, you go down first." Yi Qingqiu said.

Bai Yujing answered lightly, saluted respectfully, and immediately turned to walk out of the courtyard. In his eyes, he was puzzled. The attitude of the head of the courtyard really made him guess.

In the Jinglun Pavilion of the Academy, Ning Chen walks in and nods to the scholar who is still reading on the first floor. Then, without stopping, he goes directly to the second floor.

On the second floor, a petite woman with painted face and heavy make-up and long sleeves dances is singing on the stage. Below, several spectators sit in different positions and watch the play quietly.

At the key point of the play, the gongs are tight, and the tension spreads. The woman drinks all over her body, the sleeves are dancing, and the gorgeous long sword appears. The long and narrow blade is half the length of the woman's body.

Ning Chen sees this, two words don't say, immediately then retreat, however, water sleeve roll knife light, long dance hard to avoid, whirlwind break day, fierce force.

Under the stage, a few onlookers saw it. They seemed that they had already had experience and retreated faster, avoiding the long sleeve knife light range.

The three giants of the academy are the head of the pavilion in the middle of the lake, the old guard, and the other one is the female opera singer.

God of the sword, butterfly in the flower!

This is the name of the God of the sword. The name is spoken by a supreme person. You can see how amazing the butterfly in the flower is.

However, there are few people who know that the women singing opera in the academy are butterflies in flowers, because few of them have got to the second floor of Jinglun Pavilion, and few of them have seen the holes under the women's colorful faces.

Fortunately, Ning Chen came to Jinglun Pavilion for the first time a month ago and defeated the scholar. When he went up to the second floor, he met the butterfly in the flower singing.

Ning Chen is also unfortunate, the rise of butterflies in the flowers, they do not divide the drama inside and outside.

It's not easy to take the sword of God.

It's hard to avoid the long dance in the sleeves of the sword again. Ning Chen's time is not right again. Just stepping on the second floor, he meets Yan Dao again.However, the light of the sword in the sleeve dance is even faster to the limit, cutting off thousands of shadows and locking the soul.

The sound of gongs is sonorous, faster and faster, and the light of water sleeve knife is faster and faster. In the light of the knife, the red clothes are all attentive and dare not be careless.

The Gong is about to go down. At the most pressing moment, the light of the sword is too fast to recognize. Ning Chen holds the sword in both hands. The magic sword and the magic sword block the move at the same time. With a bang, he retreats several steps.

"When"

the sound of the Gong is over, the water sleeves stop, the knife is light, the delicate feet of the butterfly in the flower step on, fall under the stage, go to one side, pick up a cup of tea, quench the thirst in the mouth.

The continuous water sleeve knife light, under the stage is a thing not destroyed, amazing control, amazing.

The name of the God of the sword is not false.

"Master" Ning Chen put away his sword and saluted politely.

"What generation ago, am I that old? I've told you several times that I'd like to call Miss butterfly. Otherwise, it's OK to call elder martial sister butterfly." Hua zhongdie finished his tea and put down the cup, dissatisfied.

“……”

Ning Chen has no choice but to choose the latter, saying, "elder martial sister butterfly"

"younger martial brother Ning is good, elder martial sister loves you"

huazhongdie steps forward, stands on tiptoe and pinches the former's face, and a touch of jealousy flashes in her eyes. The young man's skin is good. She has to make up to sing. Recently, she always feels that her skin is not as tender as before.

"Miss butterfly, since your little lover is here, we won't disturb you. Goodbye"

the three old people who watched the play waved casually. However, they went downstairs. At the end of the play, instead of accompanying the female devil here, they might as well find a place to drink and talk about their life ideals with the female gentleman of the Academy.

When Ning Chen saw the three college seniors leave, he immediately felt the urge to leave. This woman is not easy to provoke, or to get along with. He can't deal with it alone.

"Elder martial sister butterfly, I just came to look for a book. When I heard the Gong, I had a look by the way. If it's OK, I'll go first"

the trouble was ahead of me. Ning Chen didn't dare to stay any longer. He resolutely found a reason and turned around.