As the picture changed, she had changed from him to her now.
But that memory is always buried deep in Yan Bing's heart.
Squatting on the ground, wiping tears and tidying up his emotions, Yan Bing returned to the street and walked towards the yard.
Lu Liang, who had been protecting Yan Bing in the dark, listened silently all the way, and finally couldn't stand it anymore, so he flew down, patted Yan Bing on the shoulder, took out his hand towel from his arms, handed it to her, and said, "Wipe, there's still a snot on his face..."
"Fifteenth Senior Brother!?" Yan Bing stared at Lu Liang with big eyes and looked at him in surprise. While taking the towel, he asked: "Why are you here? Shouldn't you dig the ground in the backyard? It's dug so quickly?"
When Lu Liang was asked, he glanced at the ground with guilt and said hesitantly: "Dig, I'm tired of digging... I want to come out and relax, I just happened to meet you."
Yan Bing picked up the towel with half-believing and half-doubted eyes, wiped his face, woke up and woke up his nose. He was instantly blown by a strong smell of sweat. He quickly pinched the towel with two fingers with disgust and handed it back to Lu Liang, and said, "How long have you been washing it? Such a big smell!?"
Lu Liang took the towel embarrassedly and said, "Isn't this a hole recently? I've sweated a little more. I've always been quite clean..." Putting the towel back in my arms, Lu Liang asked again, "I saw why you cried just now?"
"You, have you seen it?" Yan Bing's face turned slightly red in an instant, and she didn't know where to start, so she simply said, "I remembered some past events and couldn't help myself. My senior brother laughed."
Lu Liang's original intention was to chat with his junior sister and help him resolve it as much as possible. If it really can't be resolved, he would tell the elder brother and master about it and let them come forward to resolve it.
But now it seems that the junior sister doesn't want to mention this matter, so she tactfully changed the topic.
"Have you met Miss Caiyi?"
"Yeah." Yan Bing responded as he walked.
"What are you talking about?" Lu Liang asked leisurely. At this moment, he had used all the brain nerves that could move, and didn't know how to get into the topic he wanted to talk about, so he could only bite the bullet and answer one question.
Yan Bingze looked mysterious and smiled and turned back to Lu Liang and said, "Secret."
"Oh..." Lu Liang replied, but his mind was anxiously scratching his head, not knowing how to continue the topic.
Finally, I could only sigh and go straight to the topic: "Miss Caiyi, are you interested in our senior brother?"
Yan Bing stopped in surprise, looked at Lu Liang and asked, "You can even see it!"
"Ah? Oh! Yes!" Lu Liang began to feel guilty again and looked down at the ants on the ground.
There was no need to worry about Lu Liang next. Yan Bing said all the causes and consequences like pouring beans on bamboo tubes.
"Hey? Why did Sister Caiyi disagree with my idea? I think my idea is pretty good! She is still making trouble with me, which is simply inexplicable." After Yan Bing finished speaking from beginning to end, he complained a few words without any end.
Lu Liang thought to himself, it was possible that I could say this. I was holding it all the way. He hurriedly looked at Yan Bing seriously and said, "Little Junior Sister, Miss Caiyi is a girl's family after all, and marriage is the matchmaker's words and parents' wishes. But you advised her to "affect" with her senior brother. How can this be more concise..."
"Affair!!???Not it!??I just let them get along alone and chat, why just be private..." Yan Bing said halfway through, and covered her mouth, suddenly realized that what she said was called affair in the eyes of the ancients...
After a moment of silence, Yan Bing began to have serious self-doubt again.
Even the simple truth that even the fifteenth senior brother who was stubbornly thought through, I thought about it for a long time? Has my IQ deteriorated?
Then he looked at Lu Liang with a slanderous expression, shook his head and sighed.
Lu Liang: "???"
It seems that when I see Sister Caiyi again, I have to apologize to her...
After making up his mind, Yan Bing began to strode, and Lu Liang followed up openly.
Back at the yard, the two of them went into the house and took a look at the old man and the senior brother.
Seeing that the two "bamboo tubes" were still sleeping soundly, Lu Liang continued to "work in the field"
Yan Bing helped Senior Brother 15 to prepare soil.
They worked until the drum beats rang out on the second day, and the two of them returned to their rooms to rest. At this time, most of the underground secret room had been dug.
The next day, early morning.
The morning bell rang and echoed in the sky of the capital. Yan Bing stretched and climbed up from the bed with difficulty.
"It's ringing the bell again, and the chickens are crowing again. It's hard to sleep in!" Yan Bing got out of bed cursingly and came to the yard. He saw that the master who was hungover last night had woken up and was sitting in the yard drinking tea.
Yan Bing knew in his heart that he was just a few hemp ropes, so he naturally couldn't tie him up, so he didn't ask anything more, just stepped forward to pay his respects.
The old man nodded, then looked at Yan Bing with a slanted look and asked, "Qihua, who came up with the idea of bunching the two of us into rice dumplings?"
Yan Bing grabbed the back of his head and said with a smile: "Aren't you afraid that Master and Senior Brother, you guys, you kicked the quilt in the middle of the night and caught a cold? You are also kind-hearted..."
The old man glared at Yan Bing, snorted, and continued, "I knew it was you! Ghost girl, she was just a few ghost ideas all day long, and she had no etiquette."
Yan Bing had to grab the back of his head, show a silly smile on his face, and stand there and listen to the master's scolding.
The old man was a little dry when he said, and then he changed the topic and said, "However, you have brewed wine, and you are really strong. I remember that I only drank seven bowls, but I don't remember what happened later..."
Yan Bingxin said, "Seven bowls? Four bowls will be broken." OK?" If it weren't for the purpose of making you honest, I would have been forced to fill the fifth bowl."
But I was afraid of being scolded and didn't dare to say it, so I could only respond: "Master, you and your senior brother have already had a huge amount of this kind of wine. Ordinary people will be drunk if they drink a pound of this kind."
The so-called "I wear it all the time, but I don't wear it."
As soon as he said he had a good alcohol tolerance, the old man raised his chin and said, "That's it!", and he no longer made things difficult for her.
Yan Bing looked around and saw no signs of the eldest brother and the fifteenth brother, and asked, "Where are the senior brothers and the others?"
The old man said, "I have gone to practice martial arts. The only thing these two children have made me very satisfied with this."
When Yan Bing heard this, his eyes rolled, he jumped, and he leaned over to the old man, and said with a smile: "Master, when can you teach me how to control the sword? Or teach me light skills first."
The old man closed his eyes and savored the tea, and said slowly: "No hurry, you can learn this Qingxia sword thoroughly first, and the teacher will start to teach you other martial arts."
"Oh...," Yan Bing responded, looked at the empty yard, and then looked at the old man who was resting with his eyes closed. He was a little bored for a moment, so he simply went back to the house, took Qingxuan out, and started practicing swordsmanship.
The sound of swords began to echo in the yard.
Although the old man was still lying on the chair and his eyes were still closed, the slightly raised corners of his mouth already showed his mood at the moment.
Yan Bing relied on his previous memory to practice every key point of action that the old man had pointed out. Jian Fei Ruchun, as long as the movement was slightly slower, he would start from scratch, thinking about thoroughly integrating the entire set of sword techniques.
If you don’t work once, just twice. If you don’t work twice, just three or four times. I don’t believe it! If I practice thousands of times, my motor nerves will not improve at all!
Holding on to this energy, Yan Bing practiced from the early morning until noon for three hours without stopping. From the beginning to the calmness, to the later breathlessness, and then to the end, sweating profusely, her skirt and silk floated back and forth in the yard with the sword in her hand, flying horizontally.
During this period, the eldest and fifteenth brothers came back from practicing martial arts. When they saw the youngest sister dancing in the yard, they looked curious at the beginning, and then they began to correct the mistakes in her movements. Until the end, both of them were a little tired of seeing them, and they left, digging the ground and cooking.
Until the senior brother brought the food to the dining table, Lu Liang also came back while sweating. Seeing that she was still practicing constantly, the master and apprentice didn't know whether to be happy or worried, so he could only force her to hold her over and let her come over for a break.
At this time, the sweat dripping from her body was already forming a small puddle on the ground when Yan Bing was standing with sword dancing...