flapping wings

Qi Ping opened his eyes early the next morning. At this time, it was not yet dawn, and there was no one around him. He got up from the bed, put on his clothes indiscriminately, and planned to go out.

With a "squeak", Mu Xiaoque pushed the door in with a bucket of water, and couldn't help being curious: "Why did you get up so early today?"

"I have something to do," Qi Ping couldn't help showing a smile on his face, "Do you want to go to the morning exercise?"

Mu Xiaoque's eyes were even more surprised, he glanced up and down at Qi Ping, "Is the sun rising from the west?"

After the two simply washed up, they walked out of the city together. When Qi Ping first came down the mountain, he didn't know much about the tricks of the rivers and lakes. Morning exercises were often held in the backyard of the inn.

Later, I found out from Mu Xiaoque that it is a taboo for people in the Jianghu to be peeped on when practicing martial arts.

It's not that I'm afraid of being learned by others, there is no formula, even if I learn the basics, I just follow the cat's way, I can only get the shape, but I can't understand the spirit.

The most important thing is that if someone with a heart sees it and thinks about it behind his back, if he finds a flaw, it will be a matter of life and death.

So when he wanted to do morning exercises afterwards, Qi Ping always went outside the city to find a place without people. Of course, since he went down the mountain, he hardly did morning exercises.

The two warmed up with a set of basic boxing and kicking moves. This was Qi Ping's first morning exercise with Mu Xiaoque, so he was naturally extremely excited.

He took a sword flower and eagerly said, "Que'er, how about a match between us?"

"Okay," Mu Xiaoque nodded, he also found Qi Ping's moves very subtle, especially when he saw the old man's moves in the cave last time, he was even more curious, so he wanted to fight Qi Ping for a long time.

"Look at the trick!" Qi Ping shouted excitedly, then shook the sword in his hand, and directly used the highest combat power he could achieve so far.

Holding the sword in his hand, he stabbed towards Mu Xiaoque, but he only used the basic moves in swordsmanship, chopping, sweeping, stabbing, trying to figure out the opponent's way first.

The point of Mu Xiaoque's sword stabbed horizontally from right to left, and the next second it hit his point, and then the Qi family felt a huge force coming from the sword, as if forcibly breaking his hand to change direction.

Qi Ping flipped his wrist and swept towards Mu Xiaoque's throat, only to see that the sword in the opponent's hand changed from being horizontal to his chest to vertically downward, while catching his move, the sword swung outward, Qi Ping's wrist folded, The sword edge stabbed inward with the sound of rubbing.

Mu Xiaoque straightened her back to avoid his sword, Qi Ping slashed downwards before the move was mature.

Originally, the form was perfect, but Mu Xiaoque suddenly straightened her upper body and flexibly drew an arc to the right, grabbed his chest with the sword straightened and stabbed at it.

"Young man, you have a good waist," Qi Ping changed from chopping to parrying the sudden sword.

At the same time, he used the ingenuity in "Flying Flowers and Falling Leaves" to swing Mu Xiaoque's sword away, and then stab at his wide-open chest.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the sword that was supposed to bounce came obliquely towards his wrist.

Qi Ping returned his sword quickly, and was finally forced to use the move in "Flying Fancy Style".

The flying flower style contains the vitality of spring, because when spring comes, the pear trees are full of blooms, and the pear blossoms are like white snow in about a month.

This sword style is not about falling, but the new vitality bred by the pear tree after falling. Therefore, this style emphasizes that every move contains a back move, which brings new vitality to this move.

Qi Ping attacked forward with a move of "Flying Flowers and Luan Wu", the shadow of the sword suddenly became confused, forming countless phantoms, covering Mu Xiaoque's entire retreat route inside.

It's really like the flying flowers falling leisurely and being blown around by the wind. They seem to be disorderly, but they always follow the direction of the wind in an orderly manner, seal the opponent's vital points, and attack in all directions.

Mu Xiaoque couldn't help but feel dazzled for a while, he always thought that Qi Ping's swordsmanship was the ultimate move of fighting for life, and this was the first time he had seen such elegant moves.

Even Qi Ping became dusty, of course he ignored the grinning words on the other party's face.

Mu Xiaoque quickly drew out his sword to dismantle it, moving his body to dodge, suddenly, he stabbed obliquely with the sword in the chaotic shadow of the sword, and firmly sealed Qi Ping's attack in countless phantoms.

With a clang, the two swords collided.

Qi Ping narrowed his eyes, the sword in his hand no longer tried to continue that movement, but swung wildly around Mu Xiaoque's sword like a spirit snake to stab him.

The direction is unpredictable, left and right, this is the back move contained in this move.

As a layer of cover-up, Feihua Luanwu secretly contains a clear and sharp killing move, and now it seems that thousands of flying flowers have all the potentials gathered on this petal.

Mu Xiaoque felt that this move was extremely beautiful just now, but this time it was an eye-opener. I don't know how amazing and amazing a person can create this beautiful move.

Seeing that Mu Xiaoque was advancing instead of retreating, Qi Ping secretly said that it was a pity, if the opponent retreated with his sword, he would just wait to be pierced through the heart by a sword.

I saw Mu Xiaoque swipe left and right while surrounded by spirit snakes, this person's eyesight is really vicious, he knows how to hit a snake by seven inches.

I saw that he did everything according to the trend, and then he took off Qi Ping's sword, and put the sword back on the opponent's neck.

"Why don't you draw your sword?" Qi Ping complained angrily: "Shouldn't normal people's reactions be drawn back?"

"Do you know where you lost?" Mu Xiaoque withdrew her sword, looked at Qi Ping's unconvinced look and said, "Obviously I have seen the flaw, but I still insist on finishing the last move. If you don't lose, whoever loses?" .”

"What a surprise move," Qi Ping beat his chest and stamped his feet, shaking his head feebly with pity on his face, and lamented, "What a pity to change the move!"

"Sure enough, he is a child who hasn't grown up." Mu Xiaoque lowered her head, and slowly put the sword back on her waist. "I like to do everything with blood, but it's just a novelty."

"I'm afraid that telling you your actual age will scare you to death," Qi Ping gritted his teeth and complained inwardly.

When the two walked all the way to the city, Qi Ping seemed to be walking smoothly, but in fact he was really scratching his heart.

He has been curious about Mu Xiaoque's martial arts style since a long time ago, and he has never dared to inquire about it.

Afraid that he would be too abrupt, Qi Ping began to talk to Mu Xiaoque about the swordsmanship system he practiced, and he spit all over the place, making the other party look bored, and even covered his mouth and yawned.

Qi Ping gritted his teeth secretly, and said again: "My sword technique is named "Flying Flowers and Falling Leaves". "

"No name." Turning her head to look at Qi Ping who pursed her lips and glared at her after hearing the answer, Mu Xiaoque turned her head and stared into the distance and fell into silence.

When the previous commander, Mu Heng, taught him swordsmanship, he seemed to have asked the other party this question. He still remembers what Mu Heng told him at that time.

After a while, Mu Xiaoque turned her head and said sincerely: "I'm not lying to you. When I first started practicing martial arts when I was a child, someone once gave me this sword and said, "From now on, you practice the sword technique of killing people." If you If you have to ask me for a name, then it should be called "Murder Sword Art"."

"Murder swordsmanship?" Qi Ping's tone of voice became higher and higher, and he almost shouted at the end, "What kind of bullshit name! What kind of dog is that man! What kind of green onion did he think he was! Could it be the one in your hand? This sword? Throw it away! Don’t want it! Don’t want it again! I killed my ancestors, why should he!”

"Shut up," Mu Xiaoque covered Qi Ping's mouth, which was completely insane, under the curious eyes of travelers on the way.

In the end, this didn't make the other party calm down, he could feel the force of saliva on his hand, "If you don't shut up, I'll sew your mouth shut!"

"Buddha, hurry up to Buddha, five grudges, you five are not four people! Wu Zuo seems to be unaccustomed,"

"Then I beg you to shut up, can you?" Mu Xiaoque was a little angry at his quarrel, and she couldn't control her voice for a while, and said loudly: "Swordsmanship is the swordsmanship of killing people, and people are also murderers. No matter how much you argue, you can't change it." ! If you can't understand it, then don't follow me!"

Qi Ping calmed down instantly, he pulled Mu Xiaoque's hand off: "How many people did you kill?"

Mu Xiaoque frowned, and the scene from that year appeared before his eyes again.

"I beg you to let my son go, okay?" The woman knelt on the ground with blood on her face, her hair was disheveled, and she held a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy in her arms.

She kowtowed her head bang bang bang, crying: "He is only as old as you, he still doesn't understand anything, son, kowtow to benefactor quickly, quick!"

"Master, why did we kill them?" The young Mu Xiaoque looked at the blood splattered on his clothes, and in his ears were begging for mercy.

The blood passed under his feet, seeping into the cracks of the bricks as it flowed, he wiped the water on his face, "Master, can you let them go."

"Okay," Mu Heng patted his head, "Go over there and help Uncle Dong and the others."

The young Mu Xiaoque nodded, took out a bag of money from his bosom, threw it on the clean ground beside the mother and child, and ran out the door.

"Yu'er, why did you drop your wallet over there?" After the task was completed, he took the wallet handed over by Uncle Meng, only to see that it was sprayed with blood all over it, and the blood was stained on his hands, sticky. A trace of temperature.

The young Mu Xiaoque sneaked back to the yard and leaned against the door looking at the two corpses, one large and one small. The woman was looking at him with eyes full of resentment and hatred.

"Do you know why we don't want to stay behind?" A voice suddenly sounded from behind, and the young Mu Xiaoque looked back, it was Mu Heng.

Mu Heng pointed to the ferocious woman and said: "Because we killed their relatives, this is what they really thought when they begged for mercy, to drink their blood and eat their flesh."

"Que'er, don't think about it anymore," Qi Ping pulled Mu Xiaoque into his arms, stroked his neck, and said softly, "I won't ask, let's think about it, okay?"

"Oh," Mu Xiaoque quickly collected herself, reaching out to push Qi Ping away: "I don't need comfort!"

"I need it," Qi Ping tightened his arms, "Que'er, don't move, I know you don't need it, but I need it, okay? You know I've always been weak, and today you beat me in a martial arts competition. It's good, if you don't coax me, I'll want to cry again."

Feeling the stiff body in his arms gradually softening, and even gradually began to rely on himself, Qi Ping couldn't help but muttered in a low voice: "Queer, I want to keep holding you like this, do you think it's okay?"

The surroundings seemed to quiet down in an instant, only the sound of Qi Ping's heartbeat and his breathing became more and more careful.

Mu Xiaoque seemed to wake up suddenly from a dream, pushed Qi Ping away, lowered her head and hurried towards the direction of the city, and a "no" came from afar.

Qi Ping gave a wry smile, looking at the back that was going further and further in front of him, he chased after him again, walking side by side while laughing: "Que'er, I'm just kidding, why are you running so fast, are you afraid that I will eat you?"

The two strolled all the way to the city, Qi Ping took Mu Xiaoque straight to a breakfast shop on the side of the road, and there was a mellow smell of Xinghua Village in his nostrils.

He reached out and touched the hard object on his chest, and a smile could not help but leak from the corner of his mouth.

The author says:

Mu Xiaoque's life experience leaked out, quack quack, but Qi Ping still didn't know at all, why did he feel a little pitiful?