[Sword Three] Beggars' Death System

Su Honghou's room is not that big. The junior room he mentioned is actually in the same yard. To put it bluntly, the room is no more than five meters apart.

He He: "..."

He He turned around and left: "I'd better live with my brothers."

"Hey, don't go!" Su Honghou quickly grabbed He He.

He blinked, pointed to the courtyard, and tried to change the subject: "What do you think of this place, this is where my brothers and I grew up."

He He looked at the courtyard, it was very small, but it was full of traces of life. There was a huge flower tree in the center of the courtyard. The tree was full of pink flowers, densely packed, like a huge pink cloud, with a few leaves. Neither the branches nor the branches could be seen. Pink petals slowly drifted down from the flowering tree and landed on a row of wooden stakes under the tree. The wooden stakes were already very old. Obviously, they were training tools for Su Konghou and his brothers.

Su Honghou dragged He He to the bottom of the tree.

"Don't look at this tree, although it is big, but it is younger than me. It was planted by the master when he adopted our brother."

As Su Honghou said, she stretched out her hand to touch the tree trunk.

"He'er, come and touch me."

As he spoke, he grabbed He He's hand, and He He's hand was rubbing against the rough bark, but he heard Su Honghou's voice ringing in his ears: "When we were young, we all practiced swords here. Get up, as I said, Sword Dance, I want to show you."

"Now?" He He asked.

"En." Su Honghou nodded, and drew out two swords. His sword had a blue peacock feather-like fringe at the end, which looked very beautiful.

Su Konghou took one step forward, her sword blade was like snow, her aura pierced through the rainbow, like a dragon leaping under the flowers, light and unrestrained.

This set of sword dances subverted He He's traditional thinking. He was almost stunned and couldn't help applauding.

Su Honghou stopped her momentum, her eyes were shining, and her cheeks were a little red. He looked at He He, feeling a little embarrassed.

"The so-called sword dance is a dance, and it is more outstanding when it is accompanied by rhythm." Su Honghou said.

He He didn't think much about it: "Well, I think so too, but unfortunately, I don't understand the rhythm or something, otherwise I can play music for you."

When Su Honghou heard what He He said, she laughed, "What's the problem? You wait here for me."

With that said, he turned and entered the house.

He He didn't know what he was doing, and wanted to ask, but he didn't expect Su Honghou to come out, holding a red snare drum in his hand.

"This is a small flower drum given by the master when I first started, and each of Qixiu's disciples has one."

Su Honghou said and stuffed the little red drum into He He's hand, "You only need to beat the drum, and I can dance the sword in time with you."

He He suddenly became interested: "Really?"

"Of course it's true," Su Honghou said proudly, "What did I lie to you for?"

He He nodded quickly, "Okay, okay, I'll try."

As he spoke, he touched the drum, and Su Honghou nodded.

Accompanied by the slight beat of the drum, the sword dance and the beat of the drum, each move was matched to the beat of the drum, as if a kind of natural tacit understanding, seamless and exquisite.

After a set of moves, He He and He He hurriedly clapped their hands.

"Oh my God, it's unbelievable, you are really amazing, and this can work."

Su Konghou was a little embarrassed again, he said modestly: "It's not bad, the main reason is that we have a good understanding."

He He resisted the urge to complain.

He He thought about it again, and said, "I think you have a good venue here, why don't I practice the Beggar Gang's light kung fu now."

Su Honghou thought about it carefully, and seemed to think it was good.

He nodded, "I also think it's possible, your lightness kung fu is not good right now, if you fall during practice later, I can still protect you."

He He: "..."

Su Konghou blinked again, "Don't worry, you won't fall to your death with me."

He pointed to a green hillside in the distance, and Su Honghou said, "Let's go there, where the view is wide and it's not easy to get hurt."

He He began to regret that he had suggested that Su Honghou practice some light work here, and he felt that this time he must have increased his death value again.

***

He He stood on the roof, the roof was not high, as Su Honghou said, even if he fell, he would not die.

"Are you sure?" He asked Su Honghou hesitantly.

Su Konghou smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, He'er, as I said, if you fall, I will definitely catch you."

He He still couldn't believe it: "Can you confirm where I will land in a while?"

Su Honghou nodded desperately.

So, He He took a deep breath, called out the Da Qing Gong, and "whoosh—" rushed out.

As soon as he set off, Su Honghou followed closely behind.

The two chased each other, and the setting sun gradually climbed into the clouds.

He He was lying on the grass panting, the grass was full of fresh and soft grass, and unknown small wild flowers were blooming, Su Konghou was lying side by side with him, playing with a small flower in his hand.

"So tired." He He panted.

But although he was tired, after unremitting efforts and constant wrestling, he finally practiced the proficiency of Daqinggong to the full. Although the Daqinggong in the game has no icon and only strength value, but this death system is for the convenience of the host to use skills , even the icons of Daqinggong were made and arranged on the panel.

"I think your progress is really fast—I'm not exaggerating." Su Honghou said, and put the little flower in her hand on He He's temple. He He reached out and took it off, and whispered: "I'm not a girl."

Su Konghou smiled, and asked again: "What are you going to do after participating in the tea tasting meeting? Go directly to the Beggars' Gang?"

He He shook his head: "We still have to go to the Famous Sword Conference. It stands to reason that we will go back to the Beggars' Gang after the Famous Swords Conference, but I don't want to go back to the Beggars' Gang. I want to go north to Chang'an."

In fact, going north to Chang'an is a fake, but going to the Tiance Mansion over there is the truth.

He He had already thought very far. He took it for granted that the characters that other sects needed to attack were all from his own sect.

After hearing this, Su Honghou naturally had some calculations in his heart, he glanced at He He, and said a little wronged: "Okay, it's good for you to go to the Famous Sword Conference, but I don't want to be separated from you, so you finally agreed Let me call you He'er, if you leave, you will definitely forget me."

He He: "What's the matter with your resentful tone?"

"I don't care," Su Honghou began to play tricks, "I just don't allow you to leave my side."

He He: ...Why does it feel like I have found a coquettish girlfriend?

No, no, girlfriend or something, this kind of cognition is too scary, why do I think of Su Honghou's handsome face that is so ridiculously handsome in my mind!

"I thought about it," Su Honghou said again, "I'll follow you, it's fine!"

He He: "..."

"You mean... you want to go with me to the Hidden Sword Villa to attend the Famous Sword Conference?"

Su Honghou nodded, and said solemnly: "Actually, I seldom go out to Qixiufang. The last time you saw me was because our senior brother and junior junior brother disappeared. We went out to find someone. Over the years, I have only been with Xiu The sisters and brothers of Fangshi do not know how good their martial arts are, so when you talk about the famous sword competition, I also want to go and see it."

He He originally thought that Su Honghou's idiot attributes had flared up again, and he would stick to him to the death, but he didn't expect the reason to be this way, so it was understandable.

"Well, that's right," He He nodded, "Anyway, our elders said that we don't need famous sword stickers to observe. We can go to observe together—anyway, I don't think we can get magic weapons."

Su Honghou looked at her pair of swords, thoughtfully: "If you say that, I would like to change a pair of swords."

"No," Su Honghou said, "Before then, I want to take you to meet someone."

"Who?"

For some unknown reason, He He's eyelids suddenly jumped.

Could it be to take him to meet Ye Zhiqing or something, ah, seeing a live npc for the first time, thinking about it, I was a little excited.

But after thinking about it, it's not right at all. This world is completely empty, completely different from the game world. It's just a setting, and I don't know anyone anymore. Who is Su Honghou going to take him to meet?

With this question in mind, He He followed Su Honghou out.

"I'll take you to see my master." Su Honghou said.

"..."

How did you feel when you met your parents?

"The master once said that when you meet someone who decides to live a lifetime, you must take it to the master to have a look."

Help is really meeting the parents!

But what about people who are going to live a lifetime, brother Konghou, is it really okay for you to make a decision like this?

Moreover, Su Honghou is really strange, she leaves as soon as she says, does as soon as she says, and He Houhua is in a trance.

But He He has always only done it in his heart to complain about things like this.

There is a tall plaque hanging on the small building in front of it. On the plaque, there are four beautiful characters "Liuhua Water Pavilion". The front of the small building is full of flowers and trees, and a small canal has been dug out. There is also a pool under the small building. The red goldfish Swimming around in the water, you can see the elegance of the master.

He He stared blankly at the small building, feeling that he was not well.

He felt that the matter was completely like a prolapsed wild horse, and it had developed to a point that he could not predict, and it was out of control...

Su Konghou's face was still a little flushed at this time, probably a little excited, he stepped forward and said respectfully: "Master, Konghou is here."

After a while, a man's voice came from inside: "Who?"

"Konghou is here." Su Konghou said again.

"Oh, Konghou, come in." The voice said again.

Only then did Su Honghou joyfully drag He He, who was expressionless, into the Liuhua Water Pavilion.

As soon as he entered the door, He He was choked by a strong fragrance of flowers and coughed.

There was a puff of white smoke everywhere in the room, and the aroma of flowers came from it. Deep in the white smoke, a man in a pink gown was sitting on a chair in the middle of the hall. Behind him stood a man holding a folding fan. The man in white.

"That's my master," Su Honghou whispered into He He's ear, "He's called Lei Fugui, and the one behind him is my mistress, but he's a man, and his mistress' name is Mei Tuiyu."

He He: "..."

"What do you say is your master's name?" He He's pupils trembled wildly, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Su Konghou didn't understand, so she said, "Lei Fugui."