Since I got [Nichang Satin Dance], Xiaoman has been thinking and practicing repeatedly in the yard.
She knows that her muscles and understanding are average, so she is much more diligent than others, and often practices until she forgets to eat and sleep.
More than ten days later, the moves in [Nichang Satin Dance] have been practiced well by her
Occasionally, when you meet the passerby master of Lingyun Palace, Xiaoman will ask him: How is she practicing?
He always smiled faintly and said: It's true that it's true, but it doesn't matter.
Xiaoman was very unhappy about his evaluation. Although she was not a martial arts genius, encouragement and reminders were still needed. He always criticized so coldly, what does it mean?
But no matter how unhappy it is, what's the use?
This stinky man rarely sees him during the day, and he also has a stern face when he sees him, as if the people of the world owe him money
As for the evening, it will always be endless! There is no chance to speak
Actually, Xiaoman didn't know that although during the day, he never looked at her directly when facing her.
But in the study, he would always open a crack in the window and look at her from time to time
At this moment, he was sitting in the study, looking out through the crack in the window
In the courtyard, the wind blows and clouds move
Beautiful woman dancing gracefully, with fluttering sleeves
Everything is like a beautiful ink-splashing landscape painting
【Nichang Satin Dance】is not the most powerful secret in Lingyun Palace, but it is the most beautiful secret to fight
In his heart, this secret book is the most suitable for Xiaoman, and the most suitable for a beautiful woman like her.
When he gave Xiaoman a secret book, he hid a selfish thought, that is, whenever he was tired of work, he could look up and see the women in the yard dancing for him.
At this moment, the knock on the door sounded and he withdrew his gaze, spoke gently, and said, "Come in."
Mr. Lu bowed his head and walked in respectfully. In front of him, he opened the box in his hand and said, "Master, these are the seven streamers you ordered to make, all of which are woven from thousands of years of silk, thin and flexible.
, the weapon cannot be cut off."
He reached out to pick up the streamers in the box, and the seven pieces were stacked together. The weight and thickness were no different from ordinary silk fabrics. The texture was delicate and the feel was excellent.
Suddenly, a blue light flashed in his palm, and the thousand-year-old silk that was inextricably sharp in his mouth was split into two in the blink of an eye.