Yin Xiaocao bit the kebab in his hand and nodded and said, "I’m sure."
The meat was a little hot just now, and she stuck out her tongue and continued, "I’m almost twenty years old, and there’s nothing in my hometown that I can’t put away, so I should go out for a walk."
Fang Yunhan didn’t speak and didn’t eat kebabs.
Yin Xiaocao saw that he didn’t respond all the time. He wanted to think about it. Except for the second in command, he ate all the kebabs and inserted the bamboo stick into the ground and said, "If you don’t like it, forget it."
She said silently in her heart, I can go alone anyway
Then she took out a stack of paper from her arms, and the thin thread in the corner of the stack of paper passed through it and tied it in a fast knot, which seemed to be just a binding book. "These days, I took out the sword technique I got in my dream and wrote it down silently. I think there is something that can repay you for saving my life. After you accept it, I can go back with peace of mind."
"Oh?" Fang Yunhan looked like a candle during his recovery, and he smiled and said, "You really want to go out and see more novelty, don’t you?"
"Ah" this is nothing to deceive Yin Xiaocao nodded.
Fang Yunhan said, "I can let you see a more wonderful world more smoothly, but you may need to take on more risks in the future. In that case, are you willing to leave with me?"
"really?" Yin Xiaocao is happy.
Before she wanted to leave with Fang Yunhan, she felt that there would be more interesting things where Fang Yunhan was going. She never thought that borrowing Yunhan would be more convenient.
But since Fang Yunhan took the initiative to go to Yin Xiaocao, he wouldn’t be stupid enough to refuse.
She smiled and nodded seriously. "I choose to be a hunter, and there is always a greater risk of being killed by wild animals. For me, it is just a more exciting experience. I am afraid I will not have such a chance."
Yin Xiaocao noticed the risk, but ignored the last word, Fang Yunhan didn’t wake up again. She nodded and turned to the middle-aged boxer and said, "You are a member of Xuanwu Heaven, and there is nothing to see the world."
"But when we meet, I’ll give you something directly to pay for running errands and helping you during this period, and I’ll save you the reward and exchange it with the record."
How can a middle-aged boxer refuse to rush to nod and say "it’s up to the president"
Fang Yunhan turned to the newly bought carriage and took out a line from the carriage, "Well, you have a good personality, but you still have some grumpiness to reconcile and practice. You are good at whipping your back, so this should suit you very well."
The middle-aged boxer took the cover and wrote "Thirteen Styles of Wudang Taiji"
Fang Yunhan looked at him twice. "I don’t think I have asked your name yet."
Tongbei Boxing Master hurriedly replied, "My name is Qi Middle-aged."
Fang Yun Hanji’s eyes swept through two people and one cow, which was to sort out the things that needed to be handled in this incident
Chu San-si, there are too many unpredictable places for this kind of incident. Fang Yunhan can’t let him go at will. It’s already decided to take him back to Donghai County by the salary paid by the normal boxer of Xuanwu Tiandao.
"Have a good night’s rest and set out separately."
Fang Yunhan said, "Bite the kebab and sip it."
This mutton is a little cold.
Chapter 246 When the snow disappears, the emperor will have it.
It snowed for the second time this year in Donghai County today.
Snowflakes have been flying since about the time when people have just had breakfast.
It’s snowing in the sky, but I can’t see too many clouds. Although I can’t see the sun, there is always a clear, even, cold and white light in this world than in the past.
Snow-covered leaves and flowers have faded for a long time, revealing something different from the corners. Whether the color is soil, blue bricks or the lotus pond outside the railing, one color shows another purity.
People who are warm and have leisure to wander around will certainly find this scenery pleasing to the eye.
Ziyun practices sword in the snow.
When Fang Yunhan was not in the government, she was very free when she came, so she practiced all the time.
Smell the chicken dancing day and night, breathe out the wind and rain.
When she came back from her first trip, Fang Yunhan won the majestic magic and the magical sword tactic for the second time.
For a while, the simple appearance of the sword moves from unfamiliar to skilled in the hands of Ziyun. Although it is far from being a unique word, it is rare, which can be regarded as the most needed but often the most difficult for beginners to do.
-steady
The courtyard wall is light and the snow is getting thinner and thinner. A little touch will disappear. She is still somewhat childish. She has never sealed her iron sword. She pointed to an old tree in the corner and sank her wrist. It was a slight tear.
Ten pieces of rice paper are hanging from the old tree with thin hemp rope, and nine pieces of paper are full of holes poked by the tip of the iron sword, but the last piece of paper on the side closest to the tree has never been broken
When the iron sword was taken back, the paper was also shaken, and Ziyun waited for it to shake less and less, but it didn’t stop completely when another sword stabbed.
So back and forth
Nine pieces of paper in front of the blade go back and forth, and according to the ordinary people, they can hardly see any change trajectory, and they go forward and recover meticulously.
Every time I stab the sword forward, the speed and silence give people a feeling that not only ten pieces of paper have to be punctured, but also they have to be deeply nailed into the tree, but they will eventually touch the tenth piece of paper, which is thinner and more fragile than the hair.
After stabbing the sword for three hundred times, the first nine pieces of paper have not been protected at all, and the scattered scraps of paper on the ground are almost mixed with snow.
Ziyun suspended today’s practice of stabbing people with iron swords, but returned to the corridor, sat by a small fire and wiped her snow-stained hair with a handkerchief.
"After three hundred calls, there is still no break, and finally there is progress."
Gaze at the last piece of complete paper for a moment. Ziyun took a small jar of light red ointment by the fire, and was scratched out by a finger to smear the right wrist.
The bitter aroma of herbs is mixed with a little hard to detect, and the unique fishy smell of bone meal is not a nose-flushing, but it also feels bad.
However, the effect of this medicine on the hands is immediate, and the little pain when I put the iron sword just now was relieved by the warm feeling when I blinked.
This kind of thing is very familiar. Ziyun is a little distracted when rubbing it.
Whew!
Bang!
When it broke into the ear, Ziyun had not looked in that direction and waved and hit the incoming object first.
She was disturbed when she was absent-minded, and her consciousness was magnificent. The magical skill made her delicate and tight, and when she swung out, she made a layer of subtle waves.
However, the incoming object was unexpectedly fragile, and it was shattered by the gas strength almost before it really touched the fist, and some white spots were scattered all over the ground and splashed on the next column.
It turned out to be a loose mass of snow.
Ziyun realized that it was a joke and rubbed his wrist and got up. "Who … the world? ！”
Fang Yunhan laughed at the corner of the corridor. "I’m back."