I am in Douluo, and the female pope uses me as her first love substitute.

"By the way, what happened to you just now? How could you be so reckless all of a sudden?"

At this time, Ning Qingyun walked silently on the road and continued to talk to Ning Rongrong in the spiritual sea.

"I can't control it."

Ning Rongrong pursed her lips.

"It's that kind of feeling when you suddenly meet someone you've wanted to see for a long time. Gee, sister Qingyun, you definitely won't understand."

"I do not understand?"

When Ning Qingyun heard the little girl's words, she was about to laugh out loud subconsciously, but then she thought about it. She seemed to have never had the experience of becoming excited after seeing someone she had wanted to see for a long time. After all, she had been He spent several years cultivating on the mountain without caring about worldly affairs, and then once he came down from the mountain, he became famous all over the world...

Tsk.

"I really don't understand, but there's nothing to understand."

Ning Qingyun said calmly.

She tightened the wooden sword in her hand.

"Rong Rong, you only need to know that the sword is eternal. As long as you have a transparent sword heart, an unparalleled sharp sword, and invincible swordsmanship and cultivation, everything your heart desires will flow down like a stream of water. Block.”

"Oh, um!"

In the spiritual sea, little stars appeared in Ning Rongrong's eyes again, and she couldn't help but feel the same admiration for her special sister.

She nodded her head firmly, hoping that she could be as powerful and domineering as Sister Qingyun in the future!

In response to this, Ning Qingyun couldn't help but nodded slightly with satisfaction, a child can be taught.

Behind her, Wang Zhaozheng was observing the slight changes in her expression that she inadvertently revealed with a penetrating gaze.

Not long after, the three of them, led by Ning Qingyun, came to the courtyard where she usually practiced swordplay. They saw that the scenery here was beautiful, the grass was quiet, and it was a spacious place that could support her unscrupulous display of moves here.

There was a beam next to the courtyard. Ning Qingyun simply arranged for Wang Zhao to sit on the steps under the beam, and asked Xiaoying to prepare tea. She quickly stood in the center of the courtyard with her wooden sword and her back to Wang Zhao.

"You won't be impulsive anymore, will you? Otherwise, if something goes wrong during the sword dance, you will make a fool of yourself in front of your idol."

Ning Qingyun said silently at this moment.

"I, definitely won't!"

Ning Rongrong said firmly after hearing this.

"hope so."

Ning Qingyun shook her head, closed her eyes slightly and then opened them again. Her eyes were obviously clearer and more lively. Ning Rongrong was back online.

She moved slightly, about to face Wang Zhao, but after a pause, she still held the sword upright behind her. Then she drew an arc with her sword flower, took a step to the side, and displayed her sword posture.

Then, as Ning Rongrong stabbed out with the wooden sword, but it seemed that the sword was both strong and soft, it curved and drew a beautiful arc and turned back. Her body turned, her moves kept changing, and the shadow of the sword was vaguely revealed. The movements were flowing like a dragon and a snake, and he gradually entered a state of selflessness. Even Wang Zhao at the other end naturally ignored him and just danced the sword with some special Tao Yun.

"Is this an epiphany?"

At this time, Ning Qingyun, who had just retreated into the spiritual sea, noticed that Ning Rongrong, who was dancing with the sword, seemed to have suddenly made a small breakthrough in the way of swordsmanship, and she couldn't help but open her mouth.

"Is it because I was nervous at the beginning..."

Thinking of Wang Zhao's existence, Ning Qingyun was speechless for a moment.

It turns out that her master once told her that men would only slow down her drawing of the sword, pollute her transparent sword heart, and blunt her sword edge... It was not entirely true, and maybe it was not impossible to make her stronger?

bah bah bah!

How could I doubt what Master said at will? Little girl, this must be just a special case, a coincidence...

Ning Qingyun shook her head, feeling that her thoughts seemed to be slightly affected by Ning Rongrong.

"By the way, didn't I tell her beforehand that she can just do a few beautiful moves? If she makes such a move now, that Wang Zhao won't notice anything, right?"

She suddenly thought again.

However, at this point, it is useless to think about it any more. We can only hope that the master of the Dragon King Palace does not know much about swordsmanship and cannot see the state of her silly sister at the moment.

And how did Wang Zhao feel when he saw Ning Rongrong, a little girl, dancing with a sword? Probably, surprised.

After all, he was an outsider in swordsmanship, so naturally he didn't know much about Ning Rongrong's state. However, from Ning Rongrong's smooth sword dancing movements, he could easily tell that Ning Rongrong didn't know much about swords. shallow.

Wang Zhao continued to watch this rather pleasing scene silently with great interest. Ning Rongrong was still in the stage of a little girl, and she was pretty and graceful. It could already be seen that she was a beauty, and her sword dancing posture also had a unique charm.

Of course, Wang Zhao is not a bt, he just looks at her with pure admiration. After all, don't doubt his bond with "big sister"!

Little girl movies are not his cup of tea.

Soon after, Dan saw that Ning Rongrong's movements were getting slower and slower, but it was not the slowness of overwork, but seemed to reveal calmness, as if some invisible power was brewing in her body.

In the sea of ​​​​spirit, Ning Qingyun opened her mouth, subconsciously wanting to stop Ning Rongrong, but realized that it was too late, so she fell silent.

Swish!

The next moment, Ning Rongrong, who had been moving slowly for a long time, suddenly swung out the wooden sword in his hand again. With a sound that broke through the air, under Wang Zhao's surprised eyes, an invisible sword energy shot out. In an instant, a medium-deep sword mark was left on the wall not far away.

Afterwards, Ning Rongrong slowly opened her eyes. This time, she really collapsed, but she still had to force herself to close her sword and give her performance a perfect ending.

However, just as she raised the hand holding the sword slightly, suddenly, countless cracks burst out from the wooden sword's blade, and then it turned into fragments and scattered on the ground.

Holding the remaining hilt of the wooden sword, Ning Rongrong's mouth moved slightly, feeling a little embarrassed, and then slowly turned around to face Wang Zhao.

After dancing with the sword, her mood became much calmer, so she hesitated for a moment and then said to Wang Zhao: "Wang... Palace Master, if I say that the wall just cracked because it was in disrepair, It opened a trace, do you believe it?"

"...Believe it, I believe it."

I believe you as a ghost.

Wang Zhao said duplicitously, and the awkward atmosphere eased a little.

"Speaking of which, Miss Ning's swordsmanship is really extraordinary. Each move is as smooth as flowing clouds. She must have put in hard work."

Hearing what Wang Zhao said, Ning Rongrong seemed to resonate with her, and couldn't help but say, "Yes, practicing swordsmanship is tiring, but is he really as good as you say?"

"of course."

Wang Zhao nodded with a smile.

"That……"

Ning Rongrong then raised her long voice, as if preparing to say something. At the same time, Ning Qingyun, who was in the sea of ​​​​spirit, suddenly had a bad premonition for some reason.