People Are in the Type Month, Fiancee Two Ceremony

In the month of birth, the two ceremonies of the fiancée Author: Long Night Lights

Introduction:

As the adopted son of Liangyi's family, Liangyi Minato thought that apart from practicing the sword occasionally, he would spend the rest of his life peacefully and peacefully with his fiancée.

But he didn't expect that at this moment, several barrages suddenly appeared in front of him.

【Revisit the classic, where the dream begins! 】

[I don't know if it has been deleted. 】

[Sister Shi, wife, here I come, prpr! 】

[Laughing to death, the last licking sister was called Bai Chunli Xu, and it has become a lump. 】

[Strange, why can't the progress bar be dragged this time, and who is this person, is there this character in the sky? 】

[Wow, it's Zhengtai, awsl! 】

[Damn, there is actually holy light!Who kicked that damn paladin! 】

......

Just when Liangyi Minato finally figured out what was going on with these things, the barrage kept reminding him to pay attention to a man named Araya Zonglian.

"Why do you want to deal with that man?"

[In short, if you don't kill that man, Minato, your wife will be gone! 】

Two instruments together: ∑(っ°Д°;)っ

(Introduction is hard, please see the text)

001: Two Instruments

In the afternoon of early autumn, the sun lazily shines on the red maples in the courtyard.

In the dojo, two figures, one tall and one short, were facing each other.

The middle-aged man on the left is wearing a white and blue kendo uniform, holding a sharp blade, with a pair of eyes staring at the opposite side of his rigid face.

On the right is a boy, dressed in a blue kendo uniform, holding a sword that is about to catch up with his height, making one wonder whether he will drop the blade in the next moment.

However, the hilt of the knife seemed to be connected with the boy's palm, the clear blade reflected the sunlight that penetrated steadily, and the boy's figure was as stable as a rock.

The arena is very quiet, after all, kendo competitions are often only for a moment.Before the crisp sound of the clash of swords came, it was all mutual testing and observation.

Time passed silently, the man kept moving, adjusted the posture of holding the sword, and finally stepped forward with a muffled low shout, the sharp blade in his hand cut a cold arc.

However, the boy moved faster than him.

The moment the man raised his hand, the boy slashed at the opponent's jaw like a prophet, forcing the opponent to take a step back.During the gap, the boy chased after him, and a side kick exerted a force that did not match his figure, directly destroying the man's balance and tripping him to the ground.

——Boom.

With a soft bang, the man's back hit the wooden floor.

Before the broad and strong palm had time to hold the blade on the side again, a sharp edge flashed past the man's eyes, and stopped impartially in front of his neck that was about to be raised.

The man's pupils shrank suddenly, and then a rare smile appeared on that ancient and modern face.

"Well done, Minato."

"All this is thanks to the guidance of my father."

Liangyi withdrew his sword blade and took a few steps back, his burning pupils dimmed and turned golden, and the transparent world in his eyes returned to normal vision.

The sharp temperament melted away in the blink of an eye. At this moment, Zhengtai holding the knife in his arms looked like a normal nine-year-old child.

"No, that's your own talent."

The man got up and shook his head, his face was not sullen at being defeated by his adopted son, but relieved.

"In this way, the Liangyi family can feel at ease."

The man looked at the child prodigy in front of him who his father called, "will definitely reach the position of sword master in the future", and couldn't help but feel grateful that he chose to adopt him as his adopted son on that snowy night that year.

In just half a year, it was convenient for him to master the swordsmanship created by the Liangyi family, and defeated himself more than once, which is truly worthy of the title of "child prodigy".

"Well, that's all for today's competition, go back and have a good rest, come on."

"Yes, my father."

There were no ordinary greetings between father and son, and no further greetings. This seemingly indifferent but actually family relationship was the most common thing in Liangyi's family.

After bidding farewell to her adoptive father, Liangyi left the gymnasium alone with a knife in her hand.

There is a considerable distance from the dojo to the main building. If you use the school building of an elementary school to describe it, it is almost the distance between the gymnasium and the teaching building.

Stepping on the corridor paved with wooden planks, the boy saw the young man standing on the way and waiting at a glance.

"You have worked hard, may I ask how the Patriarch is doing?"

"Father is still healthy as usual. However, you don't have to stand here waiting for me every time, Qiulong."

While taking the change of clothes handed over by the young man, Liangyi looked at each other in puzzlement.

"Shouldn't you be brother's servant?"

"The young master must be taken care of by others. My first task is to take good care of you and the young lady."

Yanmu Qiulong bowed his head respectfully, and caught the knife in the boy's hand.

"But shouldn't you serve the head of the family? The elder brother will inherit the Liangyi family in the future."

"That's not the case. The heirs of the Liangyi family are none other than you and the eldest lady. Young master Yao did not inherit that quality."

Quality?

Liangyi frowned, except for his amazing achievements in swordsmanship and the fact that he was born with some knowledge in his mind, he was still just a slightly precocious child in essence.

He couldn't comprehend the true meaning hidden behind these words, so he could only shake his head.

"I do not quite understand."

"It doesn't matter, you will understand in the future. The eldest lady will become the head of the Liangyi family, and you will become the sharp sword in her hand."

Liangyi thought for a few seconds, blinked half-understanding, and then asked.

"Speaking of which, what about the style?"

"Miss finished today's training one step ahead of you, and should be in the room now."

Yanmu Qiulong did not use the word "competition", because only an exceptional existence like the boy in front of him can truly hold the sword firmly at this age, and even defeat an adult.

As for the other "Liangyi" he served, at his current age, he could only use the word "training" to describe the monthly routine competition.

"I see. Although I don't understand some of what you said earlier, thank you, Qiulong."

Liangyi smiled together, it seemed that the cold Liangyi family flowed in his bones, the boy's sincere smile was one of the few young people who relaxed their minds.

"You are serious, all this is what I should do."

The serious face slowed down unconsciously, Yanmu Qiulong bowed slightly, watching the boy leave his sight.

......

- Wow.

Soaking his whole body in the bathtub, Liangyi sat with his arms around his knees and sat in the bathtub, only the upper half of his face was exposed above the water, his eyes looked forward as if diverging, and he began to exhale the air in his lungs as if relaxing. Air.

— beep beep.

Bubbles rose from the water surface and burst quickly. After repeating this four or five times, he seemed to be bored, and then quietly stretched his limbs, allowing the hot water to dispel his fatigue.

Leaning on the edge of the bathtub, Liangyi raised his right hand, the dazzling light made his already fair skin look like porcelain, but his forearm exposed in the air looked a little thin.

It's not as strong as expected, but just as slender as people of the same age. It's completely impossible to imagine how such a body can hold the sword firmly and smoothly defeat an adult.

Liang Yicoug couldn't figure it out himself, his body looked no different from his peers, he just felt that there seemed to be an endless energy in his body that he needed to vent.

Just as he is also unclear why some knowledge and experience have emerged in his mind since he was a child, and most of them are related to swordsmanship.

This is why he is called a "prodigy".But what is regrettable for others is that even though he has extraordinary talent and precocious knowledge, he does not have the "common sense" and emotions beyond his age.

Therefore, a "child prodigy" is just a "child prodigy", not a real person born with knowledge.

However, Liangyi didn't want to think about those things that were too complicated. In his mind now, there were only two things that he could really hold.

One is the [Sword] that we were born with, and the other is...

After recovering from the trance, Liangyi Cou put down his arms and stood up. After drying his body, he changed into new clothes.

In the mirror of the room, the black-haired boy was seriously wiping his hair, with a hint of trouble on his childish and cute face.

He was wearing a blue-black bathrobe. Since he just ran out of the bathroom and hadn't had time to tidy up in the future, the loose clothing couldn't help but slipped a little, revealing a touch of whiteness on his shoulders.

But the boy obviously didn't care about these things, what was bothering him at the moment was more important to him.

After all, during this period of time, his fiancée's attitude towards him has gradually become strange.

——Sometimes cold, sometimes enthusiastic.

Although the other party was similar in the past, but for some reason, this situation has become more obvious in recent days, and the difference has become even bigger.

Although Liangyicouldn't fully understand the word "fiancée", from the knowledge he was born with, he understands that the other party is a very important person to him and a person who needs to be protected for the rest of his life.

What's more, apart from the status of fiancee, the other party is also his family.

There is no reason for family members to care about each other, so the boy is a little worried about whether his peers who are "liangyi" have encountered any troubles that lead to such changeable emotions.

While pressing the towel on his head, recalling the past few days, Liang Yichu, who hadn't had time to come to a conclusion, suddenly felt that there was something more in his line of sight.

A few text-like things passed before his eyes without warning.

【Revisit the classic, where the dream begins! 】

[I don't know if it has been deleted. 】

[Sister Shi, wife, here I come, prpr! 】

[Laughing to death, the last licking sister was called Bai Chunli Xu, and it has become a lump. 】

[Strange, why can't the progress bar be dragged this time, and who is this person, is there this character in the sky? 】

[Wow, it's the picture of Zhengtai coming out of the bath, awsl! 】