[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Weapon Collector

Shen Qi knew from the very beginning that her work would inevitably offend people, but she always wanted to make amends as much as possible after looting weapons, such as killing people for Ge Tingxiang and forging swords for Bai Yujing.But not everything can be compensated.

The carriage was as warm as spring, and Duan Feixiong, who was sitting at the top, looked at her strangely. Shen Qi was a little worried that he would suddenly speak to affirm what she had blurted out before.

After going through Qianfan, she seldom puts love in her heart. Perhaps it is because the time spent in Gongdoubu has wasted her heart that was longing for love. In fact, she doesn't care about marrying someone in order to achieve her goal. people.

When she was in the training department, she also tried every means to get close to the relatives of the mission target for the convenience of taking care of the mission target.Sometimes she will also gain some precious emotions that she has never expected. Faced with those emotions, she cherishes them carefully and does not dare to forget them.

But if you collect too many treasures, you will be overwhelmed.

The quiet air was invisible, and Duan Feixiong's clear and gentle voice gradually dissipated in the carriage. He certainly would not have thought that the woman in front of him was seriously considering the possibility of marrying his son, otherwise, his voice would not be Will be as leisurely as this moment.

"I have made a verbal engagement with Master Zhu for my children." He said, the strange light in his eyes became brighter, "At that time, the jasper knife will be given to my daughter-in-law."

He was very curious about what this woman, who made no secret of her purpose, would do after hearing these words.

Shen Qi raised her hand and pressed her forehead in distress, her sleeves slid down, her white and slender wrist could be easily grasped, Duan Feixiong looked at that wrist, and lightly turned her eyes away.

"A weapon is just a weapon. It is famous, but it is still a weapon, but it is covered with various meanings, making people unable to open their mouths if they want to barter. Alas, it is so troublesome. So I Never give my weapon a name, lest it will make me tired looking at it one day."

"Your weapon?"

"My weapon is on my horse," Shen Qi said, resting her chin, "I use a sword."

Duan Feixiong couldn't help asking curiously: "I thought swordsmen usually never leave their swords?"

The words fell, and the clear laughter sounded in the carriage like an oriole coming out of the valley. This red-shirted woman with evil eyes and brows had crooked eyebrows when she laughed, but it was like the purest and innocent first snow, clear and simple like water, and a mirror like a painting .

"People in the Jianghu often think that swordsmen's swords and swordsman's knives are the same as that of a swordsman. They are carried around as if they are life. If you don't do this, it seems that you are not a pure swordsman or a swordsman." Shen Qi squinted and looked at Duan Feixiong , "What about you, are you a pure swordsman?"

Again.

This feeling of the heart being gently teased by thin and tender feathers.

The woman in front of her was smiling and waiting for her reply, her brows were like black ink, her complexion was like dawn flowers, she was three points less cold than Han Mei, and two parts less charming than Hai Tang, yet it made people unable to move their eyes away.

His first wife was also a beauty who crowned all corners of the country when she was young. Even though the time is gone now, the length of time brewing is more and more fascinating. Young women and experienced women are separated at this point. difference.

But Duan Feixiong found that the woman in the red shirt was clearly in her youth, and when she frowns and smiles, there is still a bit of perverted laughter as if she can see through the world, which is very absent.Compared with mellow wine, it makes people feel more refreshing and intoxicated.

When he opened his mouth, the first syllable was hoarse: "Shen...Miss Shen, although I am a swordsman, I carry a knife with me, but what I bring is not a jasper knife."

He naturally understood the temptation hidden in her previous words, but what was strange was that Duan Feixiong did not reject this temptation, and even a little pleased with the intimacy brought about by this temptation.

Shen Qi looked at Duan Feixiong with a smile, she had already discovered the unconcealable light in the eyes of this forty-year-old man in front of her.

She was familiar with the light.In her cherished memories of the past, many men have looked at her with this look, but the appearance she used at that time was much more outstanding than this one now.

"Then show me the Jasper Knife, okay?"

In the cold wind, a young man in Chinese clothes sits on a high pavilion. His face is like a crown of jade, he is wearing a brocade blue cloud-pattern cotton gown, with a clear white jade on his waist, his whole body is extraordinary.

As the saying goes, clothes make a man, but he seems to want to read it the other way around, because although his clothes are extravagant and luxurious, his face is more attractive than the complicated and luxurious clothes.

The boy who grew up in the land of ice and snow has a fairer complexion than ordinary people. His eyes are different from the narrow, long and cold eyes of most strong men in the north, but round and bright, like bright stars, his temples are cut like knives, and his lips are not stained. Still red, when he smiled, the sunken dimples on his cheeks made him look cute and amiable.

He is undoubtedly a young man who loves to laugh. It was once said that a woman who loves to laugh will never have bad luck, but it seems that it will be greatly discounted when it is applied to a man.

Although Duan Yu was smiling, it was a wry smile.The lovely dimple was only slightly dented due to the weakness of the smile.

Today was supposed to be a joyous day, his father, who was so hands-on, finally came back from buying cotton clothes, if the whole village changed from the usual, they would be extremely happy.But now it is like a cicada in late autumn, timidly not knowing the future direction of the village.

Everyone's eyes were divided into two beams, one was looking at the glazed pavilion of Madam Duan, the mistress, and the other was looking at the Lianyan Pavilion, which was close to the study and hadn't been lived in for a long time.

The word gleam is more than soft, but not quiet enough.Lianyan Pavilion was once built by Duan Feixiong for a brothel concubine.Every man will have such a period of time, during that time, the good wife at home has become leftovers, but the wild flowers outside have turned into a sweet nectar that comforts people's hearts.The man who drank the nectar was as drunk as a child, but when he sobered up, all the absurdity would pass again.

"But now this absurdity has started again!" Mrs. Duan sat on the opposite side. She is undoubtedly beautiful, but when a woman reaches 40, she always seems to age faster than a man. There are already traces of wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. Spreading, these wrinkles gave her a more lingering and profound beauty, but this beauty was no longer enough to win back a man's heart.

Mrs. Duan also wandered around the rivers and lakes, and the children of the rivers and lakes are always more open than the girls in the boudoir, so she didn't cry, but sighed: "Your father is a good father, and he is also a good husband to me, so he Occasionally, I will be nostalgic for the flowers, because he always wakes up in time, so I don't pursue it too much... But, I went to take a look at the woman in the lingering pavilion, and with just one look, I knew that this time was different. "

Duan Yuqi asked: "Why is there a different method?"

"She... I don't know how to describe that feeling, but I always feel that if your father met this woman when he was young, then you, a fool, might not exist now!" Mrs. Duan shook her head helplessly, "We have shared the same bed for more than [-] years. The first thing I know the most is you, the little goose who has been clinging to me since I was a child, and the second is the big goose."

Duan Yu stood up with a smile and loosened his shoulders for his mother, saying: "Mother said so, it made my son even more curious."

"No one's stopping you. If you want to see it, go and see." Mrs. Duan understood that the woman might be like a poppy to her husband, but she couldn't exert that much magic power on her son.only the guy drinking water knows it's cold or hot.It seems that every man's definition of beauty is similar, but the definition of goddess is mostly different.

The cold wind in winter was too cold, she wrapped her fox fur tightly and sighed wearily: "I'm tired, let's go back."

Duan Yu looked softly at his mother, holding the stove and stepping on the snow, walking slowly down the pavilion. She walked very slowly, as if she was immersed in thoughts and couldn't extricate herself. The white hoarfrost is dazzled by the cold winter sun.

He sighed, and suddenly wanted to take a look at the woman who lived in the Brilliant Pavilion.

One or two servants in the small courtyard, a boy in Tsing Yi was picking petals under the blooming red plum tree, his movements were very slow, because his eyes were not looking at the red plum, but a woman more beautiful than the red plum.

Red is a color that is difficult to control, some people wear it gorgeously, some people wear it vulgar, but the woman in the red shirt leaning on the stone table and reading the blue enveloped essay carefully wears red with a lazy look. Evil.When people look at it carefully, they can't help but get dizzy.

When the little boy in Tsing Yi was looking dazed, he heard the woman's eyes not raised, and said in a clear voice: "Have you seen enough? Those fallen flowers can't be picked up cleanly. If you have accumulated enough materials to make plum cakes, don't stay here." Block the sunlight from my reading."

Well... If this person becomes the aunt in the village, then the village will be much more lively and beautiful, but her temper is not very good.

The little boy in Tsing Yi turned around cursing inwardly, but couldn't help taking a few more glances. When he looked back, he caught a glimpse of a pair of exquisite cowhide short boots and the hem of a blue brocade suit embroidered with cloud patterns from the corner of his eye.

Shocked, he hurriedly lowered his head and said, "Master Duan!"

Shen Qi was seeing the heroine in the storybook disguised as a man and went to the battlefield. He could not help but raise his eyes when he heard the sound, and saw a young man in blue looking at him under the red plum tree, clear and bright. Pure curiosity and appreciation reflected in his eyes.

The plum blossoms were blown down by the cold wind, and the boy smiled, revealing his dimples.

Like the person in memory.

"Are you... learning to sword?" Shen Qi put down the notebook in her hand and asked earnestly.

Duan Yu was interrupted by this unreasonable question, he paused, and said, "No, I'm learning swords."

Shen Qi sighed with some regret when she heard the words: "Oh, what a pity, if you learn swords, maybe you can become the leader of the righteous way."

Duan Yu: "..."

strange woman.

he thinks.

Surprisingly, it's not annoying.

The author has something to say: The heroine misses her son again.

This time, the son I remembered appeared in Chapter 1. (laugh)