[75] Why do you need to bring a treasured sword to talk about love?

After lunch, he led Lu Fang, who was blushing, to the guest courtyard that had been prepared for him to rest. Bai Jintang led Bai Yutang back to the main courtyard where the two brothers lived together.

He looked up at the scorching sun above his head, and seeing that it was almost noon, he yawned and summoned Mo Rong, the little maid who was standing beside him, to change clothes and take a nap.

"Big brother."

Bai Yutang, who was supposed to return to his small courtyard, had a cold face, staring intently at his brother, who only had his shirt on.

"What's wrong?" Bai Jintang reached out and rubbed the child's soft heart.He stretched himself and was about to go to bed.

Bai Yutang didn't answer, but frowned and called again: "Did you forget something?"

"Huh?" Bai Jintang couldn't think of anything for a while, so he sat on the edge of the bed, bent slightly and looked at his younger brother.

Seeing that the other party still didn't respond, Bai Yutang frowned even tighter, turned around and left Bai Jintang's bedroom.They were only left sitting on the bed with Bai Jintang who looked puzzled.

After being stunned for a while, Bai Jintang rubbed his face, and wondered, "What's wrong with Yutang?"

In response to him, there was only a chuckle from Mo Rong who didn't cover his mouth.

Bai Yutang looked at the little maid beside him: "Mo Rong, do you know what happened to Second Master?"

"I don't dare to say it." The corner of the little maid's mouth could not hide a smile.For the servants of the White Mansion, as long as they don't make the second master angry, they basically don't care about the mood of the second master.

Before the bewildered Bai Jintang asked, the Lord gave the answer directly.

A white light flashed in front of Bai Jintang who was sitting on the edge of the bed, it was the cold light of the sword.If it weren't for the wrong situation at this time, he would almost slap his head in regret—promised to practice but failed to do so, such a dishonesty would not be conducive to teaching children by precept and example in the future.

At such a young age, Bai Yutang is already proficient in sword moves.

Bai Jintang exerted force on his waist, made an iron bridge, and lay on his side to avoid the sword.Thinking of the moves in the martial arts novels I read in my previous life, I couldn't help but move with inspiration, and the two fingers of my right hand slanted towards the place where the sword light came from.

There was a chill at the fingertips.

What about taking the sword with bare hands?

"elder brother!"

With a sound of "clang", the sword fell to the ground.

"Brother! How's your hand!"

Bai Jintang, who lost his lord, sighed in his heart, this consonant finger is really a legendary martial art.

Bai Jintang looked at his blood-stained palm, and showed a consoling smile to his wide-eyed younger brother who was thinking about it but was a bit afraid. So, no matter what the situation is, no matter who is in front of you, you must not drop the sword in your hand."

He stared into Bai Yutang's eyes, and slowed down his voice. The rough voice of the voice changer also sounded gentle: "That is your pride as a swordsman. Then, Yutang, pick up your sword."

Bai Yutang didn't agree, he just bent down and picked up the sword with a snow-white hilt and tassel on the ground that was almost as tall as him, and held it tightly in his hand.

He raised his head, his eyes full of stubbornness: "There is always something more important than a sword."

"For example?" Bai Jintang endured the pain expressionlessly, only the slight twitching of his eyebrows revealed his feelings.

"Big brother."

"Well?"

"Big brother is the most important thing!"

Bai Jintang froze for a moment, remembering the clearly visible smile at the end of the young man he held tightly in his dream.

He put his uninjured hand on top of Bai Yutang's head, and said after a long time: "For eldest brother, you are also the most important."

The two brothers looked at each other.

After an unknown amount of time, Bai Yutang with red ears looked down, and what he saw was Bai Jintang's trousers, which were soaked with blood.

"Brother..." Bai Yutang pursed his lips, and said hesitantly, "Brother, are you really not going to treat the wound? The painting is very sharp..."

Bai Jintang stretched out his injured hand stiffly, and asked Mo Rong, who was anxious and afraid to intervene, to clean and bandage him up.

His eyes couldn't help looking at the sword in his younger brother's hand.

The sword has been returned to its sheath, and the scabbard is made of white python leather, inlaid with four-color gemstones and finely carved gold silk patterns.The sheathed sword had completely lost the lingering light and aura of the sword just now, but when Bai Jintang looked at it carefully, he seemed to be able to hear the dragon chant of the sword.

"Famous Swords" says: Zhuan Xu's Gaoyang family has Huaying Sword and Soaring Sword.If there are soldiers in all directions, this sword flies towards it, pointing at its side will restrain it, and when it is not in use, it is in the box, often like a dragon and a tiger roaring.

If Bai Yutang hadn't mentioned it, Bai Jintang would have forgotten such a "small matter" that "I" gave my younger brother a magic weapon when he was five years old.

What about your own knife?In the dark, Bai Jintang firmly believes that he will have a superb knife that will never be born in the world.

Bai Jintang looked at his bandaged right hand, the Huaying sword sliced ​​through the iron like mud, he was lucky that he didn't lose two fingers.

He looked at Bai Yutang again, and felt that it was a miracle that his younger brother did not become a bully when he grew up under such doting.

Under Bai Yutang's puzzled gaze, Bai Jintang smiled gratifiedly and patted his head again.

In the end, Bai Jintang let his younger brother take a nap with him, and gave up his plan to take the younger brother to practice immediately to fulfill his promise.

After siesta, the refreshed Bai Jintang woke up the younger brother who was sleeping drowsily beside him.After being served by Mo Rong, they put on bunt clothes, and the two brothers came to the special training ground in the White Mansion.

Bai Jintang dissuaded Bai Yutang, who wanted to replace Huaying with the ordinary iron sword in the training ground, raised his hand to compare the height difference between the two, snorted and said, "When you grow older than your elder brother, worry about those who don't Necessary things."

Bai Jintang on the training ground exudes confidence and pride in his own martial arts from the inside out.

Bai Jintang in front of the weapon rack glanced at the simple knife next to the iron sword, and thought it was very pleasing to the eye, but thinking of his younger brother who had just learned swords not long ago, he gave up the idea of ​​using it.

He conveniently picked up a light iron sword, which was too beautiful, so he put it down; he changed to a refined steel sword, which was still too light; he was not satisfied until he changed to a thick iron heavy sword.

Pulling a sword flower, Bai Jintang pointed his sword to the ground, clasped his fists and said solemnly: "Please."

Bai Yutang saluted as well, but he didn't say much, he raised the Huaying sword and charged forward.

Because he only hurt his eldest brother at noon, Bai Yutang was still a little apprehensive when the two first fought, but he completely let go after a few moves.He is small in stature and light in stature, with excellent comprehension. Although he has not long practiced swordsmanship, he has worked very hard. Now, he can faintly see the demeanor of a young knight in the future in his immature coping.

Moreover, Bai Yutang was even better than Bai Jintang in terms of flexibility, and he didn't lose the slightest bit in the beginning.

Bai Jintang watched his young brother tossing and moving nimbly, hooking and slashing, his sword light was like white refining, he felt very pleased in his heart, it took him two cups of tea before he managed to use his internal strength to shake Huaying away with a sword, ending this sparring.

With a flick of Bai Yutang's wrist, the shock of internal energy was eliminated, and the Huaying sword was firmly held in his hand without any looseness.

His younger brother is just so powerful!

Seeing such a situation, Bai Jintang felt even more proud in his heart.

He touched the child's sweaty forehead, knelt down and half knelt down, put the iron sword in his hand on the ground, and took out the handkerchief in his arms to wipe his sweat.

"Yutang learns so fast." Bai Jintang's voice was full of pride as an older brother.

Bai Yutang knocked off his elder brother's hand with a "slap", picked up Bai Jintang's right hand, and felt relieved when he saw that the wound didn't burst.He took the handkerchief from the other party's hand, wiped his forehead, and said with a sneer, "Brother doesn't use his right hand."

"There is no difference between your brother and my two-handed sword."

"Brother's left hand is so ugly, don't you think I don't know?" Bai Yutang put away the handkerchief, "Since your left and right hands are the same, don't be lazy in the sharp chopping these two days."

Bai Jintang rubbed his nose, and suddenly remembered last night's dream: "Speaking of which, do you know who Ze Ming is? The name sounds so familiar."

Bai Yutang looked at the other party strangely: "Brother, are you sleepy? How come you even forgot the words that father gave you?"