[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Weapon Collector

It is said to be kicking the hall, but it is just a joke. Although Shen Qi is often alone and doesn't care about her reputation, but now she has two apprentices. Her reputation is damaged, which is not good for her own apprentices, so Shen Qi wrote a few letters of thanks. The post was sent to the heads of the Seven Great Sword Sects in the name of an individual, preparing for a private appointment.

After that, Shen Qi took the two apprentices on the journey.Sikong Zhaixing was very happy with the suggestion of being able to go out to play, holding his mother's dear package, excitedly pawing at the window of the carriage and looking out: "Sister Shen, where shall we go first?"

"Let's go to a place I'm familiar with first." Shen Qi took off the red umbrella from her waist, put it on her knees, drew her sword out of its sheath, and the silver light was dazzling.

Sikong Zhaixing withdrew his gaze from the window, and looked at her. At this moment, he keenly sensed that the woman beside him was not in a good mood. He looked at Ximen Chuuxue to signal, but found that the other party was looking at her with bright eyes. That unsheathed sword.

Sikong Zhaixing: "..."

At the critical moment, you still have to do it yourself!

He looked out the window and exclaimed: "Wow! Sister Shen! There is a sugar blower! Can you buy me one?"

Children's innocent prayers can always awaken the softest side in people's hearts. Shen Qi was in a trance for a moment, regained consciousness from the memories, sheathed her sword, signaled the coachman to stop the car, and went down to buy three sugar figurines.

The shape of the sugar figure can be made according to the customer's requirements. Shen Qi handed a little monkey to Sikong Zhaixing, and a sugar figure in the shape of a long sword to Ximen Chuuxue.

What was left for her was a tall and tall sword-wielding swordsman.

Sikong Zhaixing gnawed on the little monkey, and stared at Ximen Chuuxue eagerly: Don't talk, don't talk, don't talk! !

However, the other party is destined not to catch his eyes: "Who does that sugar figure represent?"

"..." What a person without emotional intelligence!Sikong Zhaixing crushed the sugar man with a 'crack bang', looked at the slightly slipped corners of the lips of the person beside him, and leaned on the car window to watch the scenery, but his ears were straight.

"He is a friend of mine, and also a swordsman." Shen Qi said with emotion, "I chose to go to the Diancang School at the first stop, and that's why I wanted to see him."

"How about his sword?"

"Floating like clouds, free like mountains and rivers." Shen Qi looked down at the expectant eyes of the little man in white, and couldn't help laughing, "But you can't see his sword, because he has been dead for a long time. "

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes dimmed slightly: "It's a pity."

The sugar figurines in Sikong Zhaixing's hands have been eaten up, but the sugar figurines in the hands of Shen Qi and Ximen Chuixue have not moved their mouths. Although the weather is cold now, they will melt away after a long time. Shen Qi looked at this I really can’t bear to say anything about the sugar figurine that looks like it. After all, she was only caught in the memory for a while, so the craftsman of the sugar blower pinched such a sugar figurine. Now the image of a generation of friends, she can eat it no matter what I can't go down.

Shen Qi then handed it to Sikong Zhaixing: "Er Gouzi, let me eat it for you."

Sikong Zhaixing took the swordsman sugar figurine and smiled dryly: "...then I really ate it."

"Eat, eat."

With a 'click' sound, the sugar figurine shattered.

Naturally, Wanmei Villa prepared the most comfortable carriage and the most experienced driver.

Therefore, although the journey was tiring, the two energetic children did not show signs of fatigue. When they arrived in Dali, Sikong Zhaixing was even interested in building a little snowman outside the city gate.

Ximen Chuuxue followed closely beside Shen Qi, avoiding the snowball thrown by Sikong Jiexing, and asked, "How about the Dian Cang sword technique?"

"It's similar to Emei, but the swordsmanship is more changeable. Compared with lightness, it's heavier and weirder." Shen Qi explained patiently, and waved to Sikong Zhaixing, who was addicted to playing with snow, to follow him.

The Diancang faction received the greeting card, and there are already people waiting for it. The snow-covered mountains still have the same scenery, but everything is different.

The current head of the Diancang Sect is a young-looking man in his 30s. He is tall and straight in a Tsing Yi, with a white face and a slight beard. The broad smile on his lips is vaguely familiar to Xie Tianling. Can't help but hesitate for a moment.

As the head of a faction, he rarely received invitations to discuss swords in private, so even though the other party was unknown, he still accepted the sword with the mentality of guiding the younger generation.

Both of them are not going to make this competition public. One wants to save the other's face, and the other... also wants to save the other's face.Therefore, the two only communicated for a while to confirm that both parties are in good condition.They each took their own disciples to the top of the mountain.

The top of Diancang Mountain has always been a good place for sword making.

Shen Qi looked at the familiar scenery, and looked at the head of Diancang: "Who is Xie Tianling?"

The other party was startled: "He is my teacher and family ancestor."

Yes, it seems that almost a hundred years have passed since the last mission.

Shen Qi sighed in bewilderment, and put her hand on the hilt of her sword: "Please give me your advice."

Sikong Zhaixing on the side looked at the two of them posing, pouted at Ximen Chuixue: "Hey, did you see the expressions of the two disciples of the Diancang Sect, condescending, looking upset."

Ximen Chuuxue didn't look in the direction Sikong Zhaixing indicated, but looked seriously at Shen Qi's hand holding the sword, and said calmly: "Master will win."

Seeing the other party's so determined appearance, Sikong Zaixing raised his eyebrows and remained silent.Normally, when Shen Qi taught Ximen Chuuxue swordsmanship, he could only feel that she was very strong, but without comparison, he didn't quite understand the concept of Shen Qiqiang.

But he remembered that night, when he went to the weapon shop to remind her that someone was against her, she appeared behind him like a ghost, without a trace of blood on her body.But Sikong Zhaixing knew that the moment he hesitated outside the door, those two had disappeared into this world forever.

"...I also think that Sister Shen will win." Sikong Zhaixing made a face at the disciple of the Diancang Sect who had seen him, and smiled.

In order to take care of the current state of Ximen Chuuxue and Sikong Zhaixing, after a few tricks with the head of the Diancang School, Shen Qi slightly suppressed her own speed according to his strength. Others are fighting for victory, but What she asked for was to be a living teaching material for her apprentice.

The opponent obviously also noticed that she was able to handle with ease, but there was nothing he could do. After three hundred moves, Shen Qi saw that the opponent had no more moves to respond to, so she quickly withdrew and put the sword back into its sheath.

"The master's swordsmanship is superb, and I am willing to bow down." She cupped her hands and saluted.

However, the master of Diancang didn't take her step, sighed and said: "Since we are discussing swords in private, why should we care about such trivialities, I lost."

Compared with his face-saving master, this generation's head of Diantang seems to be more magnanimous.He held the sword in his backhand, put his hands together, and made a long bow: "The waves behind the Yangtze River push forward the waves ahead. I never thought that there are people like girls in the rivers and lakes. Xie has been taught."

He originally wanted to take the opportunity of instructing the younger generation to order some of his own disciples, but unexpectedly, he was taught by the younger generation. Now he is in a complicated mood, but he really admires it.

Looking at the two teenagers who followed the woman not far away, I couldn't help but sigh, there must be a place for these two in the future arena.

"Ms. Shen is a master of swordsmanship. Xie feels ashamed. I sincerely invite the girls to stay here for a few days and testify to each other. I don't know what Miss Shen wants?"

"Then respect is worse than obedience." Shen Qi agreed with a nod, hesitated for a while, approached and whispered: "I wonder if Lingpai has any books on disguise that can be borrowed?"

The martial arts secret books of the various sects are not allowed to be borrowed, but some heretical books are not too important. The head of Diancang hesitated for a while, then nodded and said: "There is a book of Yi Yi given by my teacher and friend. Rong Shufa has been dusted in the Library Pavilion for many years, if the girl wants, she can lend it to the girl to copy."

"That would be great! Thank you very much!"

Shen Qi thanked with a smile, and waved to the two little ones who were walking in the distance: "Come here! Let's go to Dian Cang Pai as guests!"

"Wow!" Sikong Zhaixing rushed over to hug Shen Qi's hand, blinking his eyes, "Sister Shen, you are really amazing!"

"Then did you see clearly the competition just now?" Shen Qi asked, first looking at Ximen Chuuxue.

The boy in white nodded seriously.

"Okay! Then you go back and write me a review, no less than [-] words. Submit it in a week."

Sikong Zhaixing: "Huh?!"

Ximen Chuuxue: "Yes, master."

Did you just agree?Shouldn't we rise together to oppose oppression at this time?At least struggle to reduce the word count a little bit!Sikong Zhaixing glanced at Ximen Chuuxue with a bitter face, and suddenly thought of something, his eyes twitched: "Sister Shen... Since you want to challenge the Seven Great Sword Sects, is it possible..."

Shen Qi smiled: "That's right, I have to write a post-viewing impression for every scene."

Sikong Zhaixing tried to struggle: "But I don't learn swords either..."

"Martial arts all over the world have something in common. My dear, it's always good to learn more." Shen Qi gently touched his little head.

Sect Master Diancang, who went down the mountain together, hesitated for a moment, looking at the scene of "happy" master and apprentice getting along, and looked at the two disciples beside him.

Two direct disciples: "..."

Head of Diantang: "How about, you also..."

The personal disciple on the left interrupted cleverly: "Good master, we will also write a [-]-word review!"

Head of Diantang: "Eh? It's not three..."

"Three hundred is too little!" The direct disciple on the right said hurriedly, "Why don't you write six hundred, it's doubled!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Another person echoed repeatedly.

The head of Diantang raised his head in dismay, not only is there a difference between people, there are also differences between apprentices...

Shen Qi stayed in the Diancang Sect for five days. Apart from discussing swords, she also copied the book of disguise. On the way back, she handed it to Sikong Zhaixing.

Ximen Chuuxue put a neatly stacked piece of paper in her palm.

Sikong Zhaixing was about to take out his homework when he suddenly thought of something and slapped his head: "Ah!"

Shen Qi glanced sideways: "...Didn't write?"

Sikong Zhaixing shook his head again and again: "No, I just suddenly remembered something!"

The piece of paper he had found in the book explaining the meridians of the human body was put in his arms, and he changed his clothes again, but he didn't know where he got it!

Sikong Zhaixing told Shen Qi about this, and Shen Qi was very puzzled: "Letter? What was written on it, and who wrote it?"

"I don't know that kind of writing, and I can only guess half of the content, but I can't understand it, and there is no signature." Sikong Zhaixing said.

Shen Qi was very puzzled, but since Sikong Zaixing lost it accidentally, she didn't think about it any more, and then spread her hands: "Forget it, just ignore that letter, tell me when you find it, the homework is due." Come up!"

Is that letter really irrelevant?Sikong Zhaixing heaved a sigh of relief, took out his homework and handed it in.

But for some reason, there was a faint trace of uneasiness in his heart.

作者有话要说：读者“取名废是我啦”,灌溉营养液+52017-12-0211:43:35

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