The bright moon sits on the ground

Chapter 143 Frost Wind

Zhang Rui regained her spirits all of a sudden.

She wasn't sleepy any more, she put her hands on the dangerous railing, half of her body was exposed, and she stared at the center of the ring with bright eyes.

It was quite different from the lazy look she had shown before.

Zhang Concubine wanted to remind Zhang Rui to pay attention to her image. After thinking about it, she felt that she probably wouldn't listen to her, so she pressed her forehead. She sighed, got up and smoothed the wrinkles on the skirt, and walked to Zhang Yu. Rui side to go.

Still like still water, moving like flowing clouds.

Among this pair of sisters, Zhang Concubine only occupies the first one, and Zhang Rui only occupies the latter one.

The people on the high platform watched the competition from a distance, and the people under the ring cheered and cheered, it was very lively.

But there was only silence on the ring, so quiet that only the light and even breathing of the two could be heard.

The word "please" resounded loudly,? Heavy, it tore the entire arena apart. From that moment on, they could only hear the voices above the arena. What shouting? What cheering, no matter what it was Sight or words, it has nothing to do with them.

Nie Qiu narrowed his eyes, pressed his white jade-like fingers on the Hanshuang knife, pressed his thumb against the edge of the knife, and pushed it out gently, the blade slid, showing a cold light, as if a thin layer of frost had condensed Frost and snow covered the dark red scabbard with coldness.

His gaze was alienated and indifferent, only looking at and probing, without any other extraneous emotions.

There seems to be a wide and long river between them that cannot be crossed, blocking all the feelings at the other end.

Fang Qisheng felt his heartbeat gradually speeding up with Nie Qiu's gaze. It was so noisy that it heated up the blood all over his body, and he could feel the sudden pulse at his fingertips, which made him very excited.

For beasts, the most primitive desire is blood and pain, and the aftermath is joy.

Nie Qiu is not a powerless person, he is not weak, nor indecisive, even if Fang Qisheng left deep and shallow tooth marks on his body, he would not say a word of pain, he would only choose to be next to him. One bite back.

He is not made of colored glaze and will not break when touched, so Fang Qisheng does not need to hold him carefully in his hands.

What Fang Qisheng wants is not worry-free stability, not daily necessities, not compromise, but what he wants is an even match, an equal share, a violent storm, and a crumbling boat amidst the wind and waves.

Nie Qiu sometimes sighs inexplicably, saying that it would be great if they could meet at a more suitable age.

But Fang Qisheng couldn't help but refute his words.

He felt that it was not before or after, but at this moment, at this moment, the present moment was the most suitable age.

After the frivolous and unruly sharpness and arrogance have subsided, before the youthful spirit is smoothed by the wind and frost in this world.

That's enough.

Fate is very strange. Before meeting Nie Qiu, Fang Qisheng never knew what kind of person he was.

It's as if a piece of porcelain is missing, it's not considered complete, but on that night, in the misty moonlight, Nie Qiu held a Hanshuang knife in his hand and asked, are you okay, Fang Qisheng actually didn't see his face clearly at all, and didn't think How special this scene is, only when I think about it later, I feel that there is a destiny in the dark, and it was at that time that the porcelain filled the last gap.

Fang Qisheng used to think that liking someone was a hassle and a drag.

After meeting Nie Qiu, he realized that restraint is not a bad thing.

He actually doesn't like his emotions being easily affected by others, but with the premise of Nie Qiu, whether it's good or bad, whether it's angry or calm, whether it's quarreling or reconciliation, it can make him feel relieved .

Fang Qisheng didn't know what he was to Nie Qiu, but he gradually realized clearly and helplessly——

He must be Nie Qiu.

The tip of the knife slid to the mouth of the sheath, and came out of the sheath with a "clang", Nie Qiu lowered his eyes, turned his wrist, tightened his five fingers, pointed the Hanshuang knife obliquely at the ground, freed his other hand, and put the knife on his waist. The thick rope was untied, and after a crisp sound, the slender dark red scabbard fell to the ground.

He took off the sword case and the scabbard, all in order not to affect his moves.

With the wind blowing past, Nie Qiu suddenly caught a glimpse between the gaps in the black veil, and Fang Qisheng pursed his lips and smiled.

Then, the heavy and sharp Remnant Wind Sword chased in front of him. Nie Qiu avoided it sideways and wanted to look again, but the bamboo hat did not move at all. Can't see anything.

The sword was fierce, and he couldn't separate his mind to take care of other things, so he had to temporarily suppress the heartbeat at that moment.

Anyway, there will always be a chance to ask again later.

Nie Qiu lowered his eyes, and after dodging Fang Qisheng's sword, he pretended to take a few steps back.

He fought against Fang Qisheng many times in his last life. Knowing his swordsmanship is better than knowing his own swordsmanship. With just one look and a small movement, Nie Qiu can know where Fang Qisheng will make his move next time, whether it is a stabbing sword or a sword. Holding the sword or slashing the sword, attacking or defending, whether to step forward with the left foot or the right foot... He knows all these things very well.

Strictly speaking, this matchup is actually unfair.

Nie Qiu originally thought so.

Soon, he realized that he had fallen into a misunderstanding.

This is Fang Qisheng from four years ago. Neither his swordsmanship nor his posture can compare to Fang Qisheng's four years later. He is not mature in all aspects, just like unpolished jade, with traces of impurities remaining.

Fang Qisheng was still groping at this time, and his sword skills were naturally different from those later.

It cannot be said that they are completely different, at least six or seven points are different.

A little novelty, and a little unreasonable expectation.

It is no exaggeration to say that Nie Qiu originally thought that the contest was a foregone conclusion when he agreed.

Fang Qisheng, who fought against him in the previous life, had a steady swordsmanship in danger and had some concerns, so naturally he couldn't easily take advantage of Nie Qiu, but Fang Qisheng in this life is different. , not deciding between life and death, at most both sides will be hurt, so he has no scruples and goes all out - and, his swordsmanship also has some other martial arts methods mixed in.

I don't know when I learned it.

There are the cautious, clean and tidy unique to the righteous way, and the tricks of the evil way, so it is difficult to distinguish the truth from the truth.

It's obviously very contradictory, but it fits well on Fang Qisheng's body, which makes his swordsmanship even more difficult to parry.

Nie Qiu suddenly remembered the "trophy" drawer he saw in Fang Qisheng's study at that time.

Come to think of it, Fang Qisheng has followed his master's temperament for so many years, wandering outside, going to fight when he is interested, taking a token as a trophy if he wins, and studying with great concentration when he loses, pick and choose, and learn swordsmanship secretly come over.

Nie Qiu chuckled, raised his hand to clasp Fang Qisheng's wrist, and dodged his attack. The Hanshuang knife pierced through the emptiness and pointed at Fang Qisheng's throat—the sword technique was strange, and the disturbing Remnant Wind Sword turned again. When he came back and blocked the long knife, the knife and the sword finally collided with each other undisguisedly and straightly, sparks splashed out, and the ear-piercing squeak sound was mixed together with the sound of clothes rubbing against each other.

"If you win, I'll invite you to a restaurant for dessert."

Fang Qisheng loosened his brows, thrust his wrists obliquely, cut off Nie Qiu's attack, and asked, "That's all?"

"Then what do you want?" Hanshuang Dao no longer blindly defended, slashed across, held the Remnant Wind Sword, slid along the edge of the sword, and climbed up, with such force that they could clearly hear both of them. The creaking sound of the handle weapon was jerky and piercing.

"Speaking of which, I wanted to share glutinous rice dumplings with you before, but unfortunately there were people nearby, so I didn't dare to give them to you on the bright side." Fang Qisheng didn't panic at all because of the sudden turn of the situation, and methodically withdrew his steps and drew his sword to resolve the situation. After Nie Qiu's knife, he turned around and took two steps to the side, and said, "I thought about it and thought about it, and I feel that I have wronged you, why don't you eat with me?"

He clearly knew that he didn't like sweet and greasy food, but he said so on purpose.

Nie Qiu was silent for a moment, Fang Qisheng thought he would not speak again, but suddenly heard his reply.

"I won't lose."

Murderous, arrogant and reckless, there is nothing left of the humility and courtesy of the past.

Quite reminiscent of the appearance when he said the phrase "consecutively won the top spot in several martial arts competitions, studied under Lieyundao, Hongxueyanmei's junior, and Shenyun Pavilion's closed disciple" when he was drunk, the young man was full of spirits, and he had nothing to do. Confident, confident and decisive.

If Nie Qiu hadn't been furious about "eating or not eating sweets", Fang Qisheng wouldn't have laughed so hard.

"Okay." He said with a smile, his voice trembling, "then win."

The light of the knife is sharp, the shadow of the sword is like weaving, the strong wind is rolling on the ring, white and black separate and overlap, and the sound of clanging is endless.

The two of them seem to be rivals on the surface, but in fact they share the same bed and share an intimate relationship.

The spectators who are cheering and cheering under the arena, I'm afraid no one will notice.

Hanshuang's saber pressed on every step of the way, and Fang Qisheng suspected that the aggressive method he had just had had an effect.He didn't panic because he was at a disadvantage. Even though he was retreating, he was secretly looking for the flaw that Nie Qiu showed in a flash.

It's a pity that this flaw has not been found for the time being, but let him figure out something else.

It didn't feel like Nie Qiu was someone who would be overwhelmed by anger, and he didn't have to use such an aggressive method if he wanted to win.

He doesn't seem to want to use this to defeat himself in one fell swoop, it's more like...

More like leading him where?

Fang Qisheng split his mind to think about it, and suddenly he was blessed, remembering that the sword box he had untied before was not far away.

I'm afraid that this person was gradually led astray by himself, he used all kinds of tricks, and he used all kinds of tricks.

He laughed silently, and stopped walking in the direction Nie Qiu pointed out. He turned his wrist, changed his posture slightly, and changed the direction of his steps, intentionally bypassing the heavy and hard sword box—after continuously retreating. In the middle, Fang Qisheng showed an expected expression when he caught a glimpse of the pitch-black sword box moving forward slowly, getting farther and farther away from him.

He can guess what bad things Nie Qiu is thinking even if he only has a little bit of thought...

Fang Qisheng originally thought so, but when he raised his eyes, he was caught off guard by the narrow smile in Nie Qiu's eyes.

Then, at the moment when his heart was filled with uneasiness, he suddenly stepped on a slender and hard thing under his feet.

He soon realized that it was the scabbard that Nie Qiu had taken off at that time, but unfortunately it was too late to react, the center of gravity of the lower body was disrupted, and the sword technique in his hand also fell into chaos.

Fang Qisheng's Adam's apple rolled up and down nervously, and the long knife that seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost did not show mercy. He wanted to take this opportunity to compete with him, his figure was shaky, and he suddenly heard a voice outside the ring Gradually pouring into the cochlea, the sound of beating drums shook the sky, and the spectators in the audience were gasping for air, and the overwhelming noise rushed over.

The feeling was like suddenly surfacing, and after a moment of empty silence, all the sounds resurfaced.

It's hard to describe what kind of mood it is, Fang Qisheng thought.

However, he soon realized that Nie Qiu was approaching his body, and wanted to stretch out his hand to hold him, so as not to let him fall on his back in full view—so he took the first step and grabbed Nie Qiu's lapel.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Qisheng read the same thought from Nie Qiu's slightly surprised eyes.

There is almost no fight between them that is not a lose-lose situation.

If you use unrefined tricks, then I will use them too, and see which side suffers more in the end.

Also, why does he fall first every time?Fang Qisheng gritted his teeth and thought about it, feeling a little annoyed.

The contrasting white and black both fell to the ground, and there was a heavy muffled sound almost at the same time. Fang Qisheng heard Nie Qiu's light gasp, and then, with a crisp sound, the white fox mask on his face fell off. Broke to pieces.