Xue Lengxiang gradually realized that learning swordsmanship as Xia Shang said would become increasingly difficult.
Perhaps it has something to do with Xia Shang's teaching method. Learning the second move is much slower than the first move.
First, you must be familiar with the moves, then ensure consistency and proficiency, and finally, you must understand the beauty of the moves and the real killer from these sword moves.
Only those who have experienced it personally will know the difficulties involved.
For Xue Lengxiang, she has never encountered such a difficult move to learn.
But she is naturally strong and has an extraordinary obsession and persistence in swordsmanship, so she is more dedicated to learning.
At dawn, Xue Lengxiang left and continued practicing in her small courtyard. After her junior brothers and sisters all started practicing for the day, she began to rest and sleep.
In the next period of time, Xue Lengxiang entered a day-to-day routine.
Time passed day by day, and it was the twelfth lunar month in a blink of an eye.
The Chinese New Year will be in one month.
Xia Shang had already made plans for this year.
Due to various reasons, he has been separated from his family for a long time and has not seen each other for a long time.
Before this happened again, the letter sent home by Xia Shang mentioned that Huairou and his family should come to the capital to celebrate the New Year.
Calculating the time, my family should be preparing to leave during the twelfth lunar month, right?
Looking at the snowflakes overflowing under the eaves, Xia Shang began to miss home.
The homesickness I felt at this time was not only missing my family in Suzhou, but also a strange feeling of missing my previous life in my deeper feelings.
If it weren't for the sudden feeling of nostalgia, Xia Shang would have almost forgotten that he didn't belong to this world.
This is not the first time that Xia Shang has such emotions, but now that time has passed, there is no other emotion in his heart except missing him. His heart is calm and almost calm.
Fu Qianqian brought her calligraphy to Xia Shang and asked him to comment on it.
Fu Qianqian made rapid progress under Xia Shang's guidance, and her handwriting had a touch of the graceful and delicate touch of a lady. Not to mention how good it was, at least it was good enough for people to see her.
Xia Shang regained his composure after his thoughts were interrupted by this young lady.
In order to welcome the Chinese New Year, some of the things we are currently facing should be resolved early.
To have a good year, all potential threats must be resolved.
The disciples of Mingjian Villa brought appetizing hot porridge, and several people in the courtyard sat around to start a new day.
Xue Lengxiang, who was next door, also sheathed her sword and dragged her tired body into the house to sleep.
In half a month, she had learned the fifth move. Both she and Xia Shang felt that the progress was a bit slow, so they were not in high spirits.
But they didn't know that if ordinary people came to learn, they might not be able to learn a single move in half a month. This speed has already surpassed Ye Liuyun's monster.
Today is also the first time Xue Shangqing has gone out since recovering from his injury.
His wrist was crippled and he couldn't practice swordsmanship for at least half a year. As the young master of Famous Sword Villa, he didn't want others to see him like this, so he had been hiding from others.
Nearly a month has also worn away his pride. The reason why he went out today was because another distinguished guest came to Mingjian Villa.
Prime Minister Fu Yu personally rode a carriage to Mingjian Villa without any fanfare. By the time Xue Shangqing learned the news, the Prime Minister had already been chatting with his father for a long time in the main hall over hot tea.
The prime minister came here to see his daughter and also wanted to take her away. He also wanted to meet the young master of the villa in person to see if this boy was worthy of his daughter.
Xue Shangqing knew that his opportunity had come. Even if Fu Qianqian didn't like him, it would be the same if he could make his father-in-law like him.
Although he was injured, Xue Shangqing was still in high spirits. When he met the Prime Minister in the hall, he still chatted with Fu Yu without being humble or overbearing.
When the news reached Fu Qianqian's ears, Xiao Nizi didn't even bother to eat, and went looking for her father in high spirits.
Xia Shang did not follow and rested in the small courtyard.
The snow was still so heavy and visibility was very low in the fog.
After a while, a short man wearing a black cloak came to the door of the courtyard. Because he was wearing a velvet hat, he couldn't see clearly.
Fu Qianqian's maid went to ask questions and said that the owner of the village invited Xia Shang to the main hall.
Xia Shang didn't think much about it, he expected that Fu Yu would find him.
When I got up and arrived at the entrance of the courtyard, the other party bowed and lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Please."
Xia Shang walked in front, walking in the snow with his eyes narrowed, and asked casually: "Is it the Prime Minister who is looking for me?"
The other party didn't answer, and the atmosphere was a bit dull and strange.
Xia Shang turned around to look, and suddenly found that the man in black robes who was about a foot away from him had arrived behind him. Without any reaction, Xia Shang felt a sharp pain in his back, his eyes went dark, and he fainted.
…
The cold wind outside the hut woke up Xia Shang who was in a coma.
I don’t know where it is, but it’s getting late, and there’s a rickety oil lamp sitting in the thatched shed.
People are worried that if the oil lamp is blown over by the wind, it will ignite the entire shed.
Xia Shang's hands and feet were tied and he couldn't move. There was no one around him. It was pitch dark and he could only see the snow outside the hut under the firelight.
The cold wind came in waves, and it was difficult for Xia Shang's current physique to withstand the cold. The cold made him shiver and his mouth and skin lost all feeling.
After a quarter of an hour, Xia Shang gradually calmed down. The smell of iron slurry in the surrounding air told him that there must be a sword-making furnace somewhere nearby.
Since there is a furnace, this should be the outer villa of Mingjian Villa.
Having guessed his whereabouts, Xia Shang felt somewhat reassured, but also felt a little regretful.
The long period of peaceful life made him lose his caution when he was in the capital, and he had no doubts when he saw the man in black robe.
Just as he was thinking about it, Xia Shang frowned and felt like someone had touched him.
All the hidden weapons hidden on his hands and feet had been cleaned, and even his close-fitting clothes had been changed. The thin clothes he was wearing now were not his personal belongings at all.
The only pistol in the world is also missing!
From this point of view, the matter may be more serious. The thief who can do this must know himself very well!
Who is the one?
Xia Shang was confused when someone came from outside the thatched shed.
Xia Shang narrowed his eyes and recognized the heavy sunspot cloak, which was the one he had knocked unconscious.
"Finally woke up..."
The black robe entered the hut, put down another oil lamp, and sat opposite Xia Shang.
Xia Shang didn't answer, just looked at him.
The other party didn't hide anything anymore and took off his hat, revealing an old face of fifty or sixty years old.
Xia Shang had some memories, as if he had seen them at Mingjian Villa.
"I wonder if Mr. Xia still remembers me? I am the elder of Mingjian Villa, Xuecheng."
"It turns out it's you!" Xia Shang remembered it and exhaled a breath of cold air while shaking his throat.
The other party was quite proud and said: "So far, everything is exactly as I thought. You are a living sword manual. You secretly teach Xue Lengxiang swordsmanship at night, but you don't know the slightest skill yourself. You really think you can bring it with you."
Can you defend yourself with a concealed weapon? What a joke!" (To be continued)