"Opportunities should be fought for by oneself, not obtained by waiting hard for others to favor you." Ning Wuyi patted Piao Ling's shoulder to comfort him: "Don't worry, I won't disturb Mr. Jiang."

Piao Ling thought: I can't worry...if it weren't for the master's instructions, I wouldn't have stood here feeding mosquitoes for so long.

Seeing that Ning Wuyi was indeed calm in speaking and doing things, he swallowed back his worried words.

However, before his mind could settle down, he saw Ning Wuyi striding into the martial arts arena, picking up an eyebrow-level stick from the weapon rack, and imitating Jiang Yan's movements and swung it.

"***!"

Feeling tired, Piao Ling raised his head and looked at the star-studded Milky Way at a 45-degree angle.

It's hard to be a book boy.

It is even more difficult to be a book boy who leads others.

I failed to do what the master told me, and I will be punished tomorrow by copying ten pages... No, according to the importance the master attaches to Mr. Ning, I should copy a hundred pages of poems.

Worried that Jiang Yan would beat the impulsive Ning Wuwei to death, he would follow Piao Ling's lead. After lamenting his miserable life, he lowered his head again, ready to sacrifice his life for justice and rush forward to stop him.

Huh?

The scene in the open space made him stop.

"Good boy! You are good at playing with this stick. Are you a practitioner? Who did you learn from?" Jiang Yan opened his misty eyes, and when he saw Ning Wuhen's elegant figure playing with the stick, he woke up from the wine.

He knew that the students who landed on the island today were all good at poetry, but he didn't expect that there would be students with such outstanding martial arts skills.

Hearing this, Ning Wuyu put away his stick, cupped his fists and bowed, and announced himself to his home.

"My grandfather is Ning Feng, and my father is Shu Ning Weiguo, a government official. I learned my stick skills from both of them."

"No wonder you look familiar. You are the son of Secretary Ning's family. I didn't know that Secretary Ning could also use a knife. Let him be a clerk who writes official documents. He is really overqualified and underused." Jiang Yan's mind flashed.

A humble figure, somehow connected with the happy young man in front of him.

He changed the topic and asked with great interest: "I heard that General Ning's self-created tiger-killing sword technique is unique in the world. Have you learned it?"

"Knowing a little bit about it."

"You're humble, come and have a few moves with me!"

Jiang Yan mounted his horse and made a defensive stance, signaling Ning Wuyi to take action first.

Ning Wuyi cupped his fists and bowed again, and replaced the eyebrow-level stick with a six-foot-long knife. The moment he grasped the handle of the knife, his eyes were as stern as an unsheathed sword, making people dare not underestimate him.

Seeing this, Jiang Yan, who originally just wanted to warm up his body, immediately tensed up.

This boy from the Ning family is not simple!

"Master Jiang, I'm offended."

Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho…

The swords and guns collided, shining with silver light.

Piao Ling, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, watched for a moment, then clenched his fists nervously and trembled all over.

So strong!

"In the past, I only heard Master Jiang mention that he had been on the battlefield, but it was a pity that he gave up martial arts and became civilized when there was no war. I didn't expect Master Jiang to fight so fiercely!"

And Third Young Master Ning.

A long knife was played with great force, without falling behind at all. Compared with the revised "Wild Bamboo", Ning Sangongzi at this time is more like a strong bamboo that refuses to bend in the strong wind, which can better reflect

His true ability.

Versatile in both civil and military affairs.

Even if it is not for Shixian's sake, I believe that when the master sees this scene, he will recommend Mr. Ning to Mr. Jiang.

The movement in the martial arts arena attracted the attention of Shen Youchu, who was wandering around to eat after dinner and waiting for news about Ju Xiang.

Ji Jin also accompanied Shen Youchu.

First, after dinner, after a while, it’s time to invite the students to get off the island and come back tomorrow to discuss poetry.

Secondly, I wanted to know if Youchu had met the Poet Immortal after leaving the island and made her request to him.

Just when she was looking for an opportunity to talk about this matter, she was attracted by the sound of Jiang Yan and Ning Wuzhen fighting, and said: "In the early days of your childhood, the person who fought against Mr. Jiang was Ning Wuzhen, the third son of Ning Mansion. He was a poetry seller by the lake. The third brother of Ning Wu, the Fifth Young Master of Ning, the poem draft he wrote when he landed on the island this afternoon was personally revised by the Poet Immortal."

"Is this happening?!"

Shen Youchu knew that Ji Jin was not going to admire the moon and compose poems with his students at this time, or go to his room to study poems, because he wanted to find clues to the Poet Immortal from her.

But she didn't expect that Jin'er would throw out such exciting news as soon as she came up.

Especially when she heard the words "Ning Wuhao" from Jin'er's mouth, her heart trembled, and she felt so guilty that she did not dare to look at Ji Jin's profile.

"Mr. Xu was also present at the time. We believe that the poetry fairy has a close relationship with the Ning family." Ji Jin observed the words and expressions, how could he not see the difference in the expression of his friend, she asked tentatively: "When did your Shen family have any relationship with the Ning family?" Such a deep friendship?"

"Ah... recently."

Shen Youchu picked at his fingernails nervously.

Seeing this, Ji Jin knew that her and Xu Jidao's guesses were correct, so he went a step further: "Youchu, if you are embarrassed to make my request to Shixian, I will ask Mr. Ning to go and ask, so as not to embarrass you. "

Ji Jin did not suspect that Shen Youchu was deliberately concealing it, he just thought that the poetry immortal was not even willing to give face to the Shen family.

Only when I was young did I feel ashamed to see her.

"Jin'er, I know you are in a hurry, but don't be anxious yet... That Mei Xiang, go to my armory to get the Qinglong Sword and give it to Mr. Ning to help out."

Shen Youchu sent Mei Xiang away first, taking the opportunity to leave a good impression in front of the Ning family.

But in Ji Jin's eyes, her act of gifting the sword was tantamount to confirming the fact that the relationship between Shixian and the Ning family was irreversible.

Ji Jin saw through it without saying anything. Seeing that the scope of the fight between the two people expanded, he quickly pulled Youchu back a few steps and stood in a safe place in the open air. He then asked, "Youchu, have you seen that poetry fairy?" ?"

"seen."

"What kind of person is he...?"

Ji Jin's girl Huai Chun looked so shy and timid that Shen Youchu couldn't bear to look directly at her.

How should she answer this question?

Shixian not only has the same good-looking appearance, but also has a unique and interesting soul?

Shen Youchu's fingernails were almost broken. Facing the expectant Ji Jin, he could only take out the straw paper from his arms to divert her attention.

really.

As soon as the papyrus appeared, Ji Jin's attention instantly shifted from the Shixian himself to the content of the poem.

Shen Youchu pulled out the last page based on his memory and handed it to Ji Jin's hands with a face full of reluctance: "No, this is a poem about chrysanthemum. The Shixian specially wrote it."

She didn't lie.

This was indeed written by Mr. Ning specifically, but it was written specifically for her.

But in order to ease the longing for my friend, I can only reluctantly part ways with her.

Otherwise, she was worried that if Jin'er didn't get Shixian's identity from her today, she would harass Ning Wuhu.

Ji Jinyu took Huang Chengcheng's papyrus with trembling hands, and was so surprised that she couldn't believe it was true: "Shixian wrote it specifically for me?"

Her face was red and flushed, and her beautiful eyes were full of beauty.

If Shen Youchu said no at this time, Jin'er would definitely be sad to death. She could only bite the bullet and nod: "Yeah... yes."

"Youchu, you are my most intimate friend in this world! Thank you!"

Ji Jin hugged Shen Youchu into his arms and rubbed her cheek to cheek passionately.

Shen Youchu knew how decent Jin'er was as a lady, and it was the first time she was treated like this by Jin'er. She knew that Jin'er was going crazy with joy, and suddenly she didn't feel sorry for what Mr. Ning wrote specially for her. The first word.

It was her fault to conceal Jin'er's affairs about Mr. Ning.

If one poem could make up for it, she was willing to give all the remaining four poems to Jin'er.

Mei Xiang, who came back with the knife, happened to see the two hugging each other and rubbing each other, which scared her.

My obedient one.

Friendship between women should be as light as water between gentlemen, how can it be as thick as honey?

Miss Ji usually seems to be very polite, but unless she is deeply in love, she would not be able to indulge herself like this.

I don't dare to leave the lady's side again.

But you must not let Miss Ji lead your own lady into a bad way!

correct.

Miss Ji seemed to be more interested in Shixian than her own lady, so she had to quietly ask Juxiang to inquire about the matter.

Let Miss Ji bring trouble to the poets and immortals, but don't mess around with your own lady anymore.

Mei Xiang thought about talking to Ju Xiang, so she went to deliver the knife with a sad face. She wished that while delivering the knife, she could also enter the arena to have a fight to relieve the pressure.

On the other side, Shen Youchu and Ji Jin rubbed their faces together, feeling sticky with tears, and quickly pushed them away: "Stop crying, come and see what good things Shixian has written for you."

"I like whatever he writes."

Ji Jin wetted his handkerchief with tears and his eyes fell on the straw paper.

When I read the entire poem, the tears that had just stopped fell down again like broken jade beads.

"Youchu, after reading this poem, I want to see him even more... I want to take advantage of the most beautiful years to see him. If he is just a bunch of dust in the world, free in the world, I will be like the light and dust with him, wandering around. It doesn’t matter if the world ends.”
Chapter completed!