The world is prosperous, come alone for Qinghan

Shen Qinghan didn't speak.

Ying Siyin waved to those people, "Put down the things, everyone go out."

"Yes, Lord Hou."

Gu Zexiao realized that he really ran into a ghost today, and he didn't want to stay, so he retreated out with a group of girls. As expected, as soon as they closed the door, they started talking.

"This Mr. Shen is too powerful. He actually treated our Lord Hou so obediently."

"That's right, the one who was the most favored before, didn't move after three days with Lord Hou. He didn't dare to lift his eyes when he saw our Lord Hou. This is good. He shook his face and threw teacups. Even the Lord Hou in the yard has been taking care of him." How about half of the flowers on the peach tree were chopped off with a single sword?”

"What?" Gu Ze smiled after hearing this, and looked up at the peach tree in the yard with a face full of surprise, and it turned out that it was just like the little girl said, most of the flowers had fallen, "Damn...it's all right ? Nothing will happen if this continues, it’s over, I’ll tell the old housekeeper first.”

Gu Ze smiled and ran away.

The remaining girls looked at the tree above their heads in bewilderment. They knew that Ying Siyin cherished this thing very much, but they didn't know the reason behind it.

Ying Siyin carefully selected one of the three sets of clothes sent by the girls, and then held the clothes and the jade crown behind him, and put the things beside Shen Qinghan. He squatted in front of Shen Qinghan and grabbed him. finger, poked his head to ask.

"What's the matter? You're unhappy when you wake up in the morning? Did it hurt you last night?"

Shen Qinghan dodged a little, expressing that he didn't want to answer this question.

"Why don't you like these clothes? Think they are different from what you usually wear?" Ying Siyin continued to ask.

If you really look into it carefully, the tattered Taoist clothes on Kunlun Mountain can't compare with the materials and styles of the clothes that will be tributed to the imperial capital, not to mention that this is what he went to get from the Beibei Houfu. Send some bad things here?

The material must be the best material, and the style must also be the best style.

It's just this thing, expensive is precious, and exquisite is exquisite, but if someone like Shen Qinghan who is used to wearing ordinary Taoist clothes suddenly looks like a rich man, he is not used to it, and Ying Siyin can understand it.

"You have to remember, you are no longer from Kunlun Mountains, you are from the Marquis of Jibei, you want to be the number one sword in the world, you want to be the number one in the world in this Jianghu, you have to defeat me ah."

Shen Qinghan looked down at Ying Siyin.

Seeing that the other party was finally willing to talk to her, Ying Siyin even showed some joy.

"Some habits should be changed or have to be changed, such as your sword, just change it."

"why?"

"Too broken."

"But I have used it for ten years."

"So what if it's been used for ten years, should I change it or not? If you want to become a master, the first thing is to have a domineering, hand-friendly weapon that people can remember at a glance, such as my weapon. A bloody sword that can withstand thousands of armies with a single sword, in fact, there is nothing special about the sword, but you can give it meaning, you see, the sword can't make waves without me, but once it returns to my hands, it can It scares the whole world."

Ying Siyin coaxed in a low voice, "Because of Ying Siyin, it can reach ten thousand armies with one sword. Without Ying Siyin, that thing is just a piece of rotten iron. Believe it or not, even if I die one day, my sword , can also make people in the Jianghu rob their heads and break their blood?"

Naturally Shen Qinghan believed it, he turned his head and looked at his hand again, the carvings on the hilt were almost worn away by his fingers, it was an ordinary iron sword held by everyone on Kunlun Mountain.

"The sword has to be changed, and the clothes have to be changed. Have you ever seen a hero in the Jianghu who wears clothes similar to yours? Looking at it makes people feel that he has no lethality."

"Your clothes."

"I promise you will look good in this dress."

"But this is too ostentatious." Shen Qinghan reached out and touched the hair crown, frowning slightly, as if he was still hesitating.

"You still think it's ostentatious? Last time Marquis Wei wanted it, I was not willing to give it to him. Do you know how valuable this thing is? We have to look like masters to be masters. Those heroes who can be recorded in history, which one? Is it a mediocre little Taoist monk? At worst, it must be some kind of demon master or demon master? There must be a few things that people can know are yours, otherwise everyone will know Shen Qinghan , but Shen Qinghan has already walked in front of him, and no one recognizes him."

After choosing the blue tunic, after Shen Qinghan changed, he lifted the curtain and came out to see Ying Siyin already waiting for him with the hair crown.

"My family is cold, and I look good in anything."

Shen Qinghan sat down in front of the mirror. The person who used to be so clear and cold, like the snow that never melted in Kunlun Mountains, changed his clothes and seemed to be a different person. He just appeared in the same mirror as Ying Siyin When we were here, we really seemed to be on the same journey.

Ying Siyin didn't seem like someone who would do these things, but the skillful gesture of tying Shen Qinghan's hair had to make the other party pay attention.

"Have you combed other people's hair before?" Shen Qinghan asked suddenly.

"..." Ying Siyin was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand to tie Shen Qinghan's hair crown, and he answered firmly, with just two words, "No."

Since everyone said there was no more, Shen Qinghan naturally didn't ask any more questions.

"I have a sword, which suits you very well."

After changing her clothes and combing her hair, Ying Siyin took Shen Qinghan to her arsenal to choose weapons. Both of them were dressed in gorgeous and exquisite clothes. In this Marquis of North Ji's mansion, wherever they go, they are very eye-catching Yes, to say that Ying Siyin has been in seclusion for six years, wandering around in her pajamas every day, it's rare that she tidied up so properly.

When the two walked together, it made it easier for the maids in the mansion to be infatuated.

"I see that your sword is cyan. I happen to have such a sword, but it must be worth more than yours." Brocade boxes on a shelf.

Shen Qinghan leaned forward to take a look, and was immediately attracted by the long sword.

The hilt was carved out of a whole piece of Hetian jade. As soon as his fingers touched the surface, a clear chill hit his heart. Shen Qinghan took out this sword, which was heavier and longer than the iron sword he had carried with him for ten years. It's much smoother, there is a very crisp sound when drawing and closing the sword.

Although thinking this way might mean disrespecting teachers and valuing teaching, but at this moment, Shen Qinghan really prefers this good sword more.

"Give it to you." Ying Siyin was generous, took the empty box and threw it out of the window, making it clear that he would never take back what was sent out.

"Where did this sword come from?"

"I don't remember. I kept this sword at home when I was very young. Jade matches you very well. The first time I saw you, I thought this sword should belong to you."

Shen Qinghan shook the sword in his hand, naturally, he was very satisfied.

"Since you like this sword so much, let's start practicing today." Ying Siyin is very good at looking at people, and Shen Qinghan's words hit Shen Qinghan's arms. , "I am very strict. If you are scolded and cried during the study process, you are not allowed to act like a baby. I promise you that if you follow me for a year, you will learn more than you have in Kunlun Mountain for ten years."

Sword practice should have found an open place, but Shen Qinghan bit him to death and wanted to play under the big peach tree. Ying Siyin looked thoughtfully at the place that Shen Qinghan had already destroyed half of. The beautiful flowers, but just looked at Shen Qinghan one more time, and then waved his hand, "That's all, as long as you are happy."

"Amber, is Master Hou really bewitched?" Gu Zexiao sat on the stone steps, dragged his chin, and stared at the two people who were practicing swords under the tree with a bewildered expression.

"Maybe it was a whim, and the freshness faded after a few days."

"can you?"

"Should be." I don't have much certainty, but I feel that people with temperament like Ying Siyin are not born to be affectionate with children. Back then, the baby's fate was like a peach tree, but now it's a different person. Come on, it's not just ruined.

"What about the one from before?" Gu Zexiao suddenly brought up the matter, "The person I liked so vigorously before was replaced so easily?"

"Easy?" Amber felt puzzled, "After so many years of hard work, you think it's easy?"

"But the love story told by Mr. Pingshu in the restaurant, if you read it, it will be a lifetime thing. How can Hou Ye compare with others in the past six years?"

"Days are days, and storytelling is storytelling. It's not easy to survive these six years."

"This means that Shen Qinghan is not irreplaceable, right? The first one can survive for six years, and this one can survive for another six years. The two sixes are only 12 years old, but they are nothing. .”

"Stupid boy." Amber slapped Gu Zexiao on the back of the head, "Twelve years is nothing? You don't know if you, Amber, will live another 12 years."

"Hehehe, my old man will definitely live a long life." Gu Zexiao raised his head and said to the old housekeeper with a smile.

When Shen Qinghan practiced his sword, Ying Siyin kept interrupting him. It was really annoying. When he was in Kunlun Mountains, he practiced kung fu every day, day and night. Yes, practice during the day and practice at night. If you want to learn skills, it all depends on your own understanding, hard work, and self-consciousness.

"Hands up." Ying Siyin stood aside, folded his hands in front of his chest, and when he instructed the swordsmanship, his voice seemed to be a different person, cold and emotionless, even the previous laziness was gone. , his eyes are full of seriousness, but he really looks like he is teaching his apprentice.

"Straighten your hands."

"Be quick when you turn around."

"Isn't it good to just cut out the sword just now, why hesitate?"

"Don't draw your sword too fast, it will make you look very unconfident."

"A real master should give people a calm and calm feeling at all times. If the blade is not in front of you, you must be as immobile as a mountain. If you make a move, you must win. If you are not sure, it is better not to accept the move. Just dodge it with lightness kung fu, so it seems that you disdain to fight with the opponent."

"You have to do your best to make a move."

"Not everyone is worthy of your sword."

"Shen Qinghan, since you want to draw your sword, you must be determined to let the opponent die, otherwise, don't touch your sword lightly."

"Don't let others think that you drew your sword just for fun."

"A real master must be sure to die with a sword."

"A real master can't leave any mercy in his shots."

"do you understand?"