Two swords come from the west [Comprehensive martial arts]

Compared with his own wife who was so eager to go to the house when she was young, Ximen Chu felt that the child A Xue was simply obedient.

Probably because he felt sorry for his mother who suffered a lot when she gave birth to him. When Xiao Fuxue was still in her infancy, she was very obedient and sensible. She usually only moaned a few times when she was hungry, peed and felt uncomfortable. Crying loudly like an ordinary baby.

Apart from his unusual persistence in sword practice, Ximen Chu often feels that his own Axue is too stable for a child who is only a few years old.

It is precisely because of this that when his wife takes care of the children, Ximen Chu always has the illusion that his son bears the burden of humiliation and plays with his childish mother.

Looking at Er Shi, who had finally collapsed because of being dressed up as a little girl, the Prime Minister, who had never changed his face and talked to the Confucians, almost laughed out loud.

It's just that children are the most sensitive to the emotions of their parents. In the end, Xiao Fuxue saw the three-point smile in his father's eyes. At this moment, the boy who was being escorted by his mother to pretend to be a little girl was even more wronged. Looking at his own father with a pair of eyes washed with water, he finally recognized the cruelty of this world.

Without making a sound, Xiao Fuxue buried herself even further in the quilt.

The Tai Tuo weighed it for a while, and finally decided to give up the plan to get his wife's whereabouts from Er Zai's mouth.

He didn't need to take it anymore, because there was only a crisp sound of pearls and jade hitting each other. The bead curtain in the room was lifted, and a woman who looked like Ximen Chuixue walked out from behind the bead curtain. Compared with Fubuki, her dress was more complicated and gorgeous, and she also carried a pair of long swords with long tassels interlaced behind her back.

Now she is the mother of a five-year-old child, but she is still very young, and she doesn't feel out of place in a light pink dress, but it makes her more pretty.

The treachery of the court and the bitter cold of Saibei did not leave any traces on her body, this woman always seemed to be well protected and beautiful.It's just that only her husband knows that his wife has actually protected many people and kept one side safe.

"Teacher~" Blinking at Ximen Chu, Ming Xuan smiled and dug her son out from the soft bedding, poked her son's pink and tender face, Ming Xuan smiled and said, "What's the matter?" Xue, didn’t you say that your good mother will show you your mother’s double swords, so you can pretend to be a little girl to make your mother happy? Axue is a little man, so you can’t go back on what you say.”

Ximen Chuuxue pursed his lips, puffed out his chubby little face, and finally stopped talking, but obediently let his mother poke and poke his face, leaving a few spots on his white and tender face. A bright red fingerprint, not to mention how pitiful it looks.

Finally, Ximen Chu couldn't bear to see the older child bullying the younger in the family, so he held back his grievances and didn't cry, but his big watery eyes were fixed on the son with two swords behind his mother and hugged him, Ximen Chu Rubbing his son's head, he asked softly, "Does Axue want to learn sword?"

Only then did Xiao Fuxue look away from the twin swords behind his mother.Nodding vigorously, Ximen Chuuxue said solemnly, "I think so."

His love for swords is almost natural, and now Ximen Chuuxue is only five or six years old, but he has already mastered those few Kaimeng sword manuals by heart.The reason why he hasn't really touched the sword yet is because Ximen Chuuxue feels that his current level is not enough, no matter whether his physical strength or mental state, he has not reached the level to be able to hold a sword.

——For a child of just a few years old, it is really not easy to have this state of mind and awareness.After all, he really likes swords, and it is precisely because of his liking that he is very restrained and solemn.

Ximen Chu looked at his son who was dressed as a little girl, but suddenly became serious: "Since this is the case, the road to sword learning will inevitably be hard in the future, and Ah Xue can't give up lightly."

"Of course." The child nodded seriously, and his eyes once again fell on his mother's sword, as if there was only such an interesting thing in this world.

Ximen Chu and his wife looked at each other, and finally made a decision in their hearts.

Ten years later, in Wanmei Villa, two white figures stood facing each other.The broken snow in the cold winter is like fine sand here, without any stickiness, it is blown up by the wind and blows up, but it hurts people's face when it hits.

Two white figures stood facing each other, but the difference was that the boy-like one in the middle of the two of them was in strict white clothes, his cuffs were firmly clasped by a pair of wrist guards, and he would never allow the clothes around him to restrain him in the slightest. .

But the other one is wearing a wide white robe, the cuffs will bulge when the wind blows. In the cold wind in Saibei, his casually crossed neckline also poured a lot of cold wind into his chest. That piece of naked|exposed skin was flushed red.

Not only that, but the man in the white robe still has loose hair, not the pure black black hair of the Central Plains people, his hair has a kind of light gold, and the small piece of chin exposed under the hood is also different from the Central Plains people. white.

The two stood opposite each other for a long time, the muscles of the black-haired boy's body were tense all the time, like a string that was about to be pulled off at any time.

There was some meaning in his eyes, but the hand holding the sword was very steady.

His sword looks very simple, with a black scabbard, and the hilt is tightly entwined with wool—only people who really understand swords would be able to wrap it like this. The wool seems insignificant, but it will absorb and hold the sword immediately. Cold sweat in the hands of the man.

The boy holding the sword looked like he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but his whole body was filled with a year-round coldness.

Different from the boy's seriousness, the person opposite him seemed much more casual and relaxed.He was holding a long sword with dark red patterns casually in one hand. He didn't even take off his hood, but raised his chin slightly, as if provocative to the young man.

The two of them stood there for an unknown amount of time, when suddenly, the young man holding the black scabbard sword made a move.

Almost no one saw how he drew the sword. When the black scabbard fell to the ground, the boy's figure had already arrived in front of the man like a gust of wind and a sheet of snow.

"Fast enough." The man in the hood smiled and praised, but his figure turned around, and then very easily dodged this light and swift sword without warning.

The boy was not discouraged when the sword failed.He didn't want to stab the man in front of him with one move, and he didn't blink. The young man quickly changed his sword move, stepped forward a few steps, and stabbed with his backhand. The long sword pointed at the man's ribs again. go down.

This time, the man in the hood finally became a bit more solemn, raised the dark red long sword in his hand to block it, and a fierce sword energy hit the boy's tiger's mouth directly along the place where the two swords intersected. It made half of his arm numb.

Slightly frowning, the young man quickly took a few steps back, staggered away from the man's sword, and switched hands holding the sword.

The man no longer hesitated, and stabbed out with a sword, but this sword turned into a false move halfway, and there were seven sword moves, making people unable to tell the truth from the truth.

The young man didn't dare to push himself too hard, so he could only step back a few feet.Narrowing his eyes, the boy raised his hand to block until there was no way to retreat.There was only a sound of "clang", and the blade of the sword in his hand hit the point of the man's sword, but the man still had some strength left, and the strength of that sword took the young man back a few steps.

Suddenly retracting the sword, the man in the hood shrugged and said very pertinently: "There is progress."

"I lost." Ximen Chuuxue rubbed his tingling tiger's mouth, he was not immersed in this defeat, but took the wound medicine from the tray in the hand of the boy at the side, and pressed it bit by bit Rub the acupoints on your hands.

As a swordsman, he cherishes his own body more than anyone else, and must always keep himself in the best condition.

At this moment, the man in the hood took off his hood, leaned casually under a banyan tree and watched Ximen Chuuxue apply the medicine to himself.Under the hood is a pair of fine skin cut with an ax and machete, which has nothing to do with depth. There is a clear blue in the eyebrows and eyes, just like the sky full of stars.Such a face, coupled with that long light golden hair, has a certain resemblance to a monster.

Yu Luocha met young Ximen Chu, and was later saved by Princess Wan'an when they were in Mobei. Therefore, when the two of them said that they wanted their youngest son to learn swords with him, Yu Luocha didn't even think about it. accepted.

No matter what talent that child is, Yu Luocha has made up his mind that no matter what kind of geniuses and treasures are used to pile up this kid, he must at least pile up the level of a second-rate master for this kid—who gave this kid a surname Ximen, and he owes it to him? What about the great favor of Ximen and his wife?

He didn't expect to find out after getting started with the textbook that this young boy from Ximen's family is actually a rare sword-playing genius, and Yu Luocha's own aptitude can be regarded as a monster, but he discovered that this little boy from Ximen's family... might Even better than his aptitude.

This is simply a born swordsman, a person who should be born for the sword.

Yu Luocha is a person who wants to be the best in everything in his life. This time, he clearly intends to wrong him by accepting apprentices. He never thought that he would find a treasure. Therefore, in the past few years, he has loved running to the Central Plains, and he has always kept an eye on his apprentices. I am afraid that he will waste his good aptitude.

Looking at the apprentice who was applying the medicine with a calm face, Yu Luosha touched his chin, and suddenly said: "Axue, do you know the difference between you and the teacher?"

Ximen Chuuxue stopped rubbing his wrist, but looked at Yu Luocha, motioning him to continue.

Yu Luocha was used to the indifference of his disciples, he took a look at the young disciple who was still a little young, and said after a while: "As a master, you are as old as Axue, and you don't know how much blood you have had."

"Yu! Luo! Sha!" Taifu Ximen's sullen voice suddenly sounded. He knocked his friend on the head with his folding fan forcefully. Thinking expression.

Tai Fu: Take (late) jujube (early) medicine (want) pill (finish)...

The author has something to say: Grand Tutor: I heard someone was trying to bring my son down.

Princess: Are you floating or I can't hold the double swords anymore?

Yu Luocha: That's enough, it's not enough for you and my wife to feed me dog food, but I have to teach an apprentice to point fingers, right?Let's fight!Hit and hit, whoever is afraid of whom!

Ximen Chuuxue [silently packs up her luggage and prepares to kill|renzhong]

The old housekeeper who provided the kill list: Everyone is responsible for caring for the little master's growth, the old man hides his merits and fame, hee hee.