However, as we saw yesterday, these weapons are all made of wood, just in shape.
Wan Qing looked from beginning to end, then from end to end, and finally she made her choice, a pair of Emei thorns. They were twenty centimeters long, thinner than her fingers, and the two ends were like iron needle-like weapons.
With parents like that in her previous life, Wan Qing was no stranger to weapons. She was very familiar with all kinds of pistols and cold weapons. However, her father said that she had not become an official agent yet, so she could not own them.
Pistols, only daggers.
She had always loved that dagger. She had been looking at the weapon rack for a long time, but she didn't find the dagger. In the end, she had no choice but to settle for the next best thing and chose this pair of Emei thorns.
She has never used the Emei thorn, but it is as easy to collect as the dagger, and it is very suitable for women to use.
Disaster arises (7)
Mrs. Su had no objection to Wan Qing's choice. She just glanced at him coldly and took Wan Qing to the center of the school field.
"Since you choose to divide the water thorns, I will teach you a set of water thorns dividing routines. You can learn as many as you want before noon." After saying that, Mrs. Su took the Emei thorns in Wan Qing's hand. No,
In this world, there is no such thing as Emei, but water thorns. So they started to play on the school field.
The water-splitting thorn is indeed the most suitable for women to use. It is flexible and changeable. Every move and jump is dexterous and graceful. The first move is weird and deceitful...
After rehearsing a set of routines, Mrs. Su gave Wan Qing the Fenshui Thorn, "How many do you remember?"
Wan Qing frowned, thought about it carefully, and then said: "Thirty to four percent."
A trace of surprise flashed in Mrs. Su's eyes, but her voice was still light, "Practice once and give it a try."
Wan Qing was not polite, and based on her memory, she imitated Mrs. Su's previous movements bit by bit, and practiced slowly bit by bit.
Her speed is naturally much slower than Mrs. Su's, but every position is extremely standard. Even Mrs. Su can't find any faults.
"This girl is indeed very talented." Granny Lan stood beside Mrs. Su at some point and looked at Wan Qing, who was still moving slowly but very stylishly in the school field.
"Maybe I can leave." Mrs. Su kept looking at Wan Qing, and after a long time, she said slowly and faintly.
"You should have left long ago." Granny Lan not only did not say anything to persuade you to stay, but she also had the intention of leaving as soon as possible. "If the old man and the others were wise, they would also hope that you would leave here early."
Mrs. Su didn't speak. Granny Lan didn't speak either.
In the school field, Wan Qing finally had to stop. She couldn't remember the following moves, so it was better not to do them than to do them randomly.
Mrs. Su didn't say anything, she just walked over slowly, took the Splitting Thorn again, and played it again. This time, her speed was much slower. It was enough for Wan Qing to see all her movements clearly.
After one pass, the water thorn was divided into Wan Qing's hands. Mrs. Su asked lightly again, "How many did you remember this time?"
"Six to seven percent."
Disaster arises (8)
This was Wan Qing's answer. In fact, she probably remembered it all. She already had the foundation. In addition, her soul was not a seven-year-old child, she was an adult, and her understanding and memory were better than ordinary people.
Children are much stronger.
Next, Wan Qing practiced again. She said 60-70%, which means 60-70%. Moreover, this time, the movements were faster than the last time, which showed that she was more proficient.
This happened again and again until noon. Mrs. Su had practiced it four times, and Wan Qing had memorized it completely.
"You don't have to come over in the afternoon." Mrs. Su didn't save Wan Qing's lunch. When it was time, she sent Wan Qing home directly. "There's no need to come over tomorrow and the next two days."
"Huh?" Wan Qing was surprised.
"Every day, you still have to get up at the right time and run for an hour. This is your daily homework."
Sure enough, she just said, how could it be so comfortable?
"The day after tomorrow, I will test how well you use the water-splitting thorns?" Mrs. Su was still calm.
"yes."
Mrs. Su stopped talking and turned directly into the hall. As for Wan Qing, she saluted Mrs. Su's back, turned around and walked out.
As soon as he arrived at the gate of Su's house, he was still worried about how to return to Xiao's house, when he heard Zhao Yan's voice calling: "Miss." As soon as the voice fell, a carriage was coming from one side.
"Hey, Guard Zhao, why are you here?"
"Madam asked her subordinates to pick up the young lady."
Wan Qing nodded clearly. Only her mother knew some of the master's habits. Maybe they had already agreed on her schedule before. So, without saying anything, she climbed directly into the carriage.
When we returned to Xiao Mansion, it was time for lunch. I had lunch with Hongyun.
Hongyun asked Wan Qing about learning martial arts from Mrs. Su. Wan Qing only said a few words, and then asked: "Mom, where is dad?"
Hongyun's face darkened, and she sighed softly, "Your father is out for something, so he will probably be very busy recently!"
Wan Qing naturally didn't believe it. She guessed that it was probably related to Xiao Tongcai's matter. However, this kind of matter was handled by adults. She was just a child and it was not easy to ask too many questions.
After staying with Hongyun for a while, Wan Qing returned to the room. She came in from the outside, which surprised many girls and women in the yard. None of them saw Wan Qing go out and thought that the lady was still in the house.
Woolen cloth.
Disaster arises (9)
"Xiaoxia, ask someone to prepare hot water. I want to take a bath." Taking a bath in winter is very troublesome, but she has been soaked with sweat several times from morning to now. Without taking a bath, she will feel uncomfortable all day long.
When taking a bath, Xiaoxia was still the only one waiting in the room, still separated by a screen.
Wan Qing soaked in the water, immersing all the parts below her neck in the water, took a long and comfortable breath, and then softly called: "Xiaoxia?"