The rising sun rises.

Ning Qingye finished breakfast in his room, changed into his usual outfit, and walked out of the yard.

I only had a bridal chamber last night. As a bride, I should have gone to give my parents-in-law and sisters a tea or something. However, King Su Xu You was not in Luzhou, and the whole family stayed on the boat together for a year or two. They were already familiar with each other, so these cumbersome etiquettes were naturally eliminated.

Ning Qingye walked across the path and wanted to go directly to find Manzhi, but when he was halfway through, he saw Chen Sining's yard outside. Cui Xiaowan stood at the door with a small wooden stick that he had broken off and said seriously:

"Don't block the way. I've killed a lot of snakes in Peach Blossom Valley, and all of them are longer than you combined..."

At the door, two little snakes who were still the door god were still the god. Seeing that Cui Xiaowan didn't take a nail, she naturally refused to let go.

In the courtyard, Chen Sining's voice came quickly:

"Uncle, wait a moment, I'll come out immediately."

When Cui Xiaowan heard this, she rushed to the yard again:

"Sinian, what are you doing? Did Xu Buling get rid of it?"

"No, no..."

"It doesn't matter, I'll come in and take a look. You call these two little broken snakes back."

"No, aunt, I'll come out right away."

...

Ning Qingye knew that Xu Buling's waist was flashing, so he guessed that Chen Sining was dealing with the crime scene. After watching, he did not disturb him. He climbed over the wall and came to Zhu Manzhi's yard.

It was already bright, but Zhu Manzhi, like Xiao Xiang'er, was used to sleeping until midnight, so he naturally did not get up at this time.

Ning Qing was familiar with the door and walked into the room without saying hello.

Between the beds, Zhu Manzhi was still sleeping, but his posture had changed from lying on his side with the bedside roll to a large font with a slanted cushion, just covering his belly with a spring quilt. Last night, Xu Buling just took off his clothes and didn't care about wearing them. There was nothing on his body, two white...

“…”

Ning Qingye blinked his eyes, lowered his head and compared it, and then stood up slightly before walking to the bed and sat down, reaching out to shake the dumplings.

“Woo~”

Zhu Manzhi shook slightly, pushed away his palm, pulled the bedding up to cover his body, turned over and faced the inside, and said vaguely:

"Mr. Xu, why haven't you been to Old Chen yet? It's dawn, Xiao Ning must be anxious... Afu seemed to have been here just now, and she asked if you are going strong..."

Ning Qingye rolled her eyes. As Yi Jie Jinlan's sister, she was not polite and raised her hand just a moment.

Bang-

The crisp sound rang in the room.

Zhu Manzhi was shocked, turned it up, looked around in a daze, and found Ning Qingye sitting next to him. He was about to say something fiercely, but suddenly realized his situation again. His face turned red in an instant. He hurriedly hugged himself with spring and said ashamed:

"Xiao Ning, what are you doing? Why don't you stay in your own room? Why do you come here to do it?"

Ning Qingye stood up and threw the skirt placed in the tray to Zhu Manzhi, saying calmly:

"I'm afraid you're killed by Xu Buling, so I can't come and visit you?"

Zhu Manzhi had just bid farewell to her career as a girl for more than ten years. She was a little overwhelmed by these teasing words after marriage, and frowned:

"Xiao Ning, what are you talking nonsense? My husband is so gentle."

Ning Qingye narrowed his eyes slightly: "It's so easy to call my husband, it's very quick to change his words."

“That’s natural.”

Zhu Manzhi chatted for a few words and was completely awake. She put on her clothes in a few seconds. After going out to wash, she asked Qingye to help her hair tie.

Ning Qingye came over because he was bored and wanted to talk nonsense to Manzhi, but Manzhi couldn't stay in the house. After packing up, he was about to run to Chen Sining to see what the good sisters were tortured.

However, Ning Qingye knew that Chen Sining was tortured by the Demon King Cui, and did not want Chen Sining to be too embarrassed, so he stopped Manzhi:

"Don't go there, Xu Buling collapsed the bed last night. Si Ning is repairing the bed now."

"The bed collapsed?"

Zhu Manzhi looked slightly shocked and said in surprise: "My God! I didn't expect that Old Chen was so fierce... Then I have to go and see."

As he said that, he ran out.

Ning Qingye quickly lifted Zhu Manzhi back and frowned and said:

"Si Ning just entered the door, and it's not the masters and the others. One is more wild than the other. If you run over and make a joke, she will run away from home in shame. Then see how Xu Buling dealt with you."

Zhu Manzhi felt that was the case, so she suppressed the idea of ​​going over and watching jokes: "I know the importance of it, but I can't go there. Let's go and look for my mother. My mother's cooking is delicious, and I'm almost starving to death."

Ning Qingye hesitated for a moment. He wanted to say that his new wife would not return to the door three days later, but the Xu family seemed to have no such rules and was fine in the house, so he followed Manzhi out with him.

The girls in the back house, except Xiao Xiang'er, have already gotten up. Lu Hongluan is pregnant for nearly five months and lives in the house at the end. Ning Yuhe and Zhongli Jiujiu are accompanying him, while Zhongli Chuchu is helping to prepare medicinal materials for his master.

Zhu Manzhi was about to call Chuchu up, but when he saw Chuchu was busy, he didn't bother him. He walked out of the coach's mansion with Ning Qingye and came to a private house not far away.

The sword saint Zhu Liu was already old, and his daughter married Prince Su again. There were many black and white figures who wanted to visit him and make friends. In order to avoid these worldly disturbances, the house where Zhu Liu and his wife lived was relatively remote, with only one small courtyard with two entrances.

It was still morning, and the yard door was open, and Guo Shanrong sat in the kitchen with breakfast, chatting non-stop like the branches:

"... There were so many people who came yesterday. Xue Chengzhi didn't seem to dare to come. The one who came was his son... The second leader of the Yangzhou Boat Gang was also here. When he was walking in Youzhou, you seemed to beat him up. I saw that he didn't hold any revenge at all, so he ran over to toast me... By the way, why didn't the seven Taoist nuns in Mount Emei come? It's rumored in the world that you have a leg, and I really want to see..."

The sword saint Zhu Liu stood in the yard playing Tai Chi sword, neither listening nor watching nor responding, and seemed to be comprehending the great way.

Ning Qingye heard these words and looked a little strange. He secretly glanced at Xiao Manzhi, as if he was imagining what Manzhi looked like later.

Zhu Manzhi was so excited that he ran into the yard and said:

"Mom, I know those seven Taoist nuns, the Emei Seven Heroes Girls, I met my father at Jianmen Pass in Shu. Until now, Lao Qi is still waiting on the mountain for my father to renew his relationship."

"Is that true?"

Guo Shanrong walked out with a kitchen knife.

The swordsman Zhu Liu's face changed and he picked up the broom from the corner of the yard:

"You damn girl, let you read less of those messy books. I have nothing to do with the fairy of Yaotai..."

Zhu Manzhi was stunned and looked at Zhu Liu in a blink of an eye:

"Dad, how did you know that Lao Qi is called Yaotai Fairy?"

Wishing six: "…"

Has murderous intent!

Guo Shanrong narrowed his eyes slightly, but when he saw Ning Qingye was there, he put down his kitchen knife and warmly greeted his daughter and Ning Qingye into the house.

Zhu Manzhi just got married yesterday, so the mother and daughter naturally had a lot of things. After saying a few words, they sneaked to the bedroom, obviously going to talk about some private topics about women's house.

Although Ning Qingye had a good relationship with Manzhi, she naturally would not get in such a thing. She turned around and came to the yard and watched Zhu Liu play Tai Chi sword seriously.

Zhu Liu is a real "Sword Saint". He integrates the world's sword learning into one sword, not just knows one sword, but also Tai Chi sword.

However, after Ma Zongling injured his right arm, Zhu Liu basically bid farewell to the top Wu Kui. At this time, playing Tai Chi sword was purely to cultivate oneself and avoid his wife.

Seeing Ning Qingye watching with a focused look, Zhu Liu was not good at misleading his children. He held his sword and stood with his hands behind his back, and said with a smile:

"Miss Ning, my Tai Chi sword is just a casual play. My attainments are definitely not as good as those of the Taoist priests in Wudang Mountain, and I cannot learn it."

Ning Qingye's original name should be "Li Qingye", but the relationship between the father and daughter is stiff, so Zhu Liu is naturally not easy to call him randomly.

Seeing that Zhu Liu was so polite, Ning Qingye raised his hand and said:

"Uncle Zhu is too modest. I have learned swords since I was a child. Although I have learned Tangjia Sword with my master, I grew up in Wudang Mountain and also know a little about Wudang swordsmanship. Uncle Zhu's few moves, except for the masters in Wudang Mountain, everyone else is beyond the reach of the world."

Zhu Liu shook his head, and it was fine anyway, so he sat down on the steps and explained:

"The swordsmanship does not emphasize form, but rather intention. The Cao family's 'fast' and the Lu family's 'intrigue' are actually all about 'intention'. If you only practice sword moves but not understand the meaning, no matter how similar you learn, it is just a false appearance. If your intention is integrated, you don't have to stick to the stereotyped moves and moves. Every move is a sword move, which is what is often said in the world, "No moves are better than moves." My two Tai Chi swords are just like shapes."

Ning Qingye is also a top expert in martial arts in the world, but when he was placed in front of Wu Kui, he was even half-baked. She naturally took great care of the opportunity to give advice to such a sword saint. After thinking about it for a little, she said seriously:

"I probably understand what Uncle Zhu means, just..."

"Practicing martial arts is a hard skill that can wear away a stone through a drop of water. It is useless to understand the meaning. You have to accumulate enough to truly understand these."

Zhu Liu chuckled, thought for a while and asked again: "Have you ever taught you these?"

Ning Qingye shook his head: "Xu... my husband knows everything, and he has taught me, but he doesn't understand what he said in detail."

Zhu Liu understood this. Xu Buling was gifted and had been a miscellaneous since childhood. He learned everything from swords, guns, swords, halberds, fists, feet, riding and shooting, which was different from his specialization.

If Xu Buling teaches people martial arts, it is probably true, Xu Buling said:

"Holding the sword in your hand and stab forward is called 'shaking the mountain'. Holding the knife in your hand and chopping it down twenty-eight times is called a chain knife..."

And those who study must have a confused face.

It’s not that Xu Buling didn’t teach seriously, but that his own accumulation has reached its peak. No matter what he learns, he will subconsciously learn from past accumulation. However, it is not easy to say that he can teach his own experience to others.

This is like "reading thousands of books and writing like a god". Others have not accumulated more than ten thousand books and can't teach them with their own understanding, and the other party will definitely not understand it.

Zhu Liu thought for a while, and saw that Ning Qingye was very interested in the sword, so he smiled and said with a smile:

"I won't be able to use a good sword in the future, but my life's insights are still there. If you are willing to learn, I will teach you what I have been thinking about over the years, but 'Master leads you to the door, and practice is for the individual'. Can you learn to depend on yourself?"

Ning Qingye was naturally happy when he heard this, and quickly raised his hand and fisted to give a gift:
To be continued...