My old enemy wants to spoil me [Transmigration Book]

Chapter 23 One Sword Surprises Hong

Shang Qing liked "Hanyu" more and more, and a small thought popped up in his mind.

He wanted to play a tune for Yan Qi, which was a little bit of thought.

"Crooked? Are you in the system, please lend me the playing skills in the game." Shang Qing called for system support in his mind.

He remembered the big flute that many people liked in the game. It played very nicely, and it also made fine snowflakes fall while playing, which was very beautiful.

[You actually took the initiative to find me, it's really touching. 】

【What?I thought you had some important matter to settle, but you just wanted to play the flute, chirp. 】

Shang Qing felt that he hadn't seen each other for a few days, why the system didn't seem to be as well-behaved as it was at the beginning?And what kind of weird mouth fetish is that "chirp", a new way to show cuteness?

"What nonsense are you talking about, give me the score quickly."

[Okay, this is the playing skill you want. It comes with three sets of scores, which can be switched at will. 】

A few broken pages flashed in Shang Qing's consciousness, and with just a light touch, they turned into floating light and penetrated into the sea of ​​consciousness.

With a slight movement of his fingers, he knew what kind of fingering and breath he should use to play the melody.

Shang Qing turned his face to the side and eagerly said to Yan Qi: "Let me play a tune for you!"

Yan Qi nodded: "Okay."

Shang Qing brought the Hanyu flute to his lips, held the sound of the flute with both hands, and was surprised to find that the length of the flute and the position of the air holes were all in harmony with his figure, and it was very handy.

He moved his fingertips lightly and blew a flute sound between his lips.

The imaginary song should be clear and distant, like a broken jade and a phoenix singing, mellow and moving.

However, the reality is cruel.

"Woo-oo-oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh-"

The continuous sound of the flute startled a tree of birds.

For a while, even the chirping of insects was silent. This piece of music is really indescribable.

Shang Qing just played for a while, and found that something seemed wrong?Wait, is this magical song...

Shang Qing glanced at the playing skills he was using, and the three songs all had a common prefix, Hongchen Song.

Ahhh, the garbage system misunderstood me!

This is not the one that Shang Qing wants at all, a nice song that will snow.

It's an exclusive song by a certain famous artist Mr. Wang in the game - three days around the bridge, which can be heard endlessly, making people want to surrender to the enemy after listening to it!

Shang Qing was so frightened that he quickly cut off the repertoire and played this kind of grueling tune. Those who didn't know it thought he had an enmity with Yan Qi.

"I'm sorry, I blow so badly, I shouldn't come out to scare people."

Yan Qi was very calm. Just now Hongchen Song was so scary, he was unmoved, and now he said: "Huh? It's actually not bad."

"You don't need to comfort me, this song... I know it well." Of course, Shang Qing knew how scary the Hongchen song was. After all, he used to play games, and when he needed to find Mr. Wang, an NPC, he had to manually turn off the sound in advance.

It was originally in the mood of offering treasures, but it became the scene of a large-scale rollover.

Yan Qi leaned forward and saw Shang Qing with his head down, with a dejected expression on his face.

Like a kitten who failed to do a good job and buried his face in his paws.

"It's not that bad." Yan Qi raised his hand and gently stroked his hair, "I like all the songs you want to play for me."

Shang Qing felt the slightly cool temperature of his palm, and his frustration was quickly appeased: "Then wait for next time, I will definitely learn the tune next time, and then I will play it for you."

"Okay, I'll wait." Yan Qi's expression was as cool and gentle as the moonlight tonight.

He retracted the hand that was caressing Shang Qing's hair, and the hair was lightly tangled, as if nostalgic.

……

After being sent back to Qingque Garden by Yan Qi that night, Shang Qing closed the door and wanted to take out the system and beat him up.

Simply put, he had never seen anything that would spoil the atmosphere like this.

However, the system only has voice but no substance, and when it sees him angry, it is a set of "I'm sorry, I was wrong, next time I will work hard and don't take advantage of the fish" three times apologizing, with an extremely sincere attitude.

In the end, Shang Qing had no choice but to give up and rolled himself into the quilt to sleep.

Probably because the Hongchen song was too magical, Shang Qing could hear it echoing in his ears even in his dreams, which caused him to wake up earlier than usual the next day.

Wake up already, and he might be late when he goes back to sleep, so Shang Qing simply got up.

He dressed and took care of his long hair, and took out a small bag of golden jujube cake from the storage bag Yan Qisai gave him yesterday.

One bite is full of sweetness.

I don't know what method was used to make it. It is sweet but not greasy, soft but not dry, and everything lingers between the lips and teeth just right, which is satisfying.

Shang Qing couldn't even count how many snacks and snacks were in the storage bag. There were so many varieties that he couldn't even name them.

Everything is packed in small packages, and there is aura in the special storage bag to keep the taste and taste just out of the oven.

Bite on the remaining half piece of golden silk jujube cake, Shang Qing pushed open the door and walked into the yard, and made a tactic between his fingers, urging his spiritual breath to call out several clear springs to water the flowers and plants in the yard.

In the past few days, he has been in a good state of cultivation, and he has already mastered some commonly used small techniques.

Under the guidance of Shang Qing, the clear spring turned into fine water mist, which fell from midair one after another, covering the flowers, branches, grass and leaves with a layer of crystal clear water.

When the water was poured near the garden gate, Shang Qing subconsciously glanced at Jinfeng Garden opposite.

I thought I was the only one getting up at this time, but found Yan Qi practicing sword in the corridor.

Shang Qing had also seen Yan Qi practice his sword. When he went to Golden Phoenix Garden in the morning, everyone had already packed everything and went directly to the missionary school.

Shang Qing's eyes were unconsciously attracted to him.

It was a very common sword, and it could be seen everywhere in the Sword Hut.

But in Yan Qi's hands, even ordinary things turned into amazing ones.

When he raised his hand, the light of the sword rose suddenly, like a whistling shooting star, with a silvery light;

The sword comes out to shatter the stars, and the sword falls to startle the wind and snow.

Yan Qi is dressed in white clothes, his posture is as graceful as a dragon swimming, every move, every move, every minute, is full of wonderful sword intent, calm state of mind.

There seemed to be a link of ice and snow between his brows and eyes, and his usual coldness and alienation turned into a chill under the edge of the sword.

If it is said that Yan Qi usually looks like the clear frost under the moon, then when he moves his sword, it is more like the thin frost has condensed into an ice blade.The whole person seems to be a peerless famous sword hidden in the icy lake of the lonely mountain, which cannot restrain the piercing cold light.

Seeing that he finished practicing a set of sword moves, Shang Qing was addicted to it.

The sword shadow in front of him changed and changed, breaking apart and crushing his usual doubts in the kendo class, clearly displaying them in his mind.

Shang Qing was originally born with a sword body, even though he went to the gate of hell once, he usually always forgets about it.

However, once seeing such wonderful swordsmanship, the spiritual platform will naturally become clear, like enlightenment.Turning every move and style that he saw in his mind into insights, he broke through the shackles for a while, and comprehended many wonderful points of swordsmanship.

Yan Qi put away his sword and turned to look at Shang Qing.

The eyes that were as cold as ice just now suddenly moved, and turned into a melting snow, with a smile on the corner of his lips.

He walked towards Shang Qing quickly.

Only then did Shang Qing come back to his senses, only feeling a chill in his arm.

Looking down, he realized that he was fascinated by Yan Qi's eyes. He forgot to stop the spell in his hand, and the mist sprayed his sleeves one after another.

Shang Qing quickly took back the formula, and Yan Qi had already walked over by this time.

"Don't move." Yan Qi covered Shang Qing's sleeve with his palm, regardless of the fact that it was wet.

There was a glimmer of light in his palm, and there was a slight cracking sound, and a thin layer of ice formed on Shang Qing's sleeves, and he only needed to shake off the ice layer lightly, and the sleeves returned to their original state.

Shang Qing quietly watched Yan Qi practicing sword, not only made a little joke, but was caught by himself.

He smiled a little embarrassedly: "I was too engrossed in watching it, I shouldn't have peeked at you practicing sword..."

"I didn't hide to practice swords, so how can it be called peeping." Yan Qi didn't mean to blame him, but asked inexplicably: "Do you think it looks good?"

"It looks good." Shang Qing nodded repeatedly, his eyes were bright.

Yan Qi: "Where does it look good?"

Shang Qing said without hesitation, "Jian and you both look good."

Shang Qing said this from the bottom of his heart, if this sword was used by another person, it would definitely not be as brilliant as this.

But when he said it, he felt that something was wrong, but it was a bit like provocative sweet words, and he always felt a little frivolous when he said such words in front of Yan Qi.

Unexpectedly, Yan Qi was not angry, he just smiled lightly and replied: "You look good too."

Shang Qing was suddenly praised, and unconsciously stretched out his hand to touch his cheek, feeling a slight heat on it.

He had seen his own face a long time ago, it was so bright and beautiful that it could be put into a painting.

But Shang Qing was always not self-conscious, and never had the concept of "I'm good-looking" in his heart, so he was very happy when faced with Yan Qi's praise.

"Come and try?" Yan Qi turned the blade in his hand to the side, and there was a glimmer of light in the morning light, "Don't move the spirit breath, just talk about the sword move."

Shang Qing understood that Yan Qi meant to challenge himself.

Even if you lose against someone with exquisite swordsmanship, you will learn a lot in the process, which is very helpful for your practice.

Shang Qing has studied kendo for a few days recently, but has never had the chance to practice it himself.Coupled with watching Yan Qi practicing sword just now, things he didn't understand on weekdays have been unraveled, and this is a good time to make a move.

"Come on!" Shang Qing was also a little itchy, and the cold jade flute appeared from his sleeve, and the frosty color flowed, showing a bit of fierce momentum.

Long Yuanfeng's introductory sword technique "Returning to the Cloud Sword Jue" is just like its name, like the sky sweeping the clouds, it can come and go freely.

Shang Qing started with "White Clouds Flying Lonely", and the jade flute in his hand pierced straight upwards, like a lonely cloud coming out of Xiu, going forward without hesitation.

He knew that although the flute was a good-looking weapon, it had flaws when used as a sword move.

As the saying goes, one inch is longer and one inch is stronger, and a flute is shorter than an ordinary sword blade. If one wants to achieve the original effect of a sword move, there are additional requirements for speed and agility.

In other words, Shang Qing is doing weight training.

Although it is more difficult to practice, once this kind of sword move is practiced, when it is replaced with a real sword, its kendo will be more concise and exquisite.

But it just so happens that Shang Qing's lightness kung fu is very good, combined with the cloud-like Guiyun sword art, it just happens to give full play to the advantages of body skills.

Yan Qi lifted the sword, turned the blade sideways in his hand, picked it up from the right, and headed towards the trajectory of the cold jade flute.

The sword moves in his eyes are already different from those of ordinary people. Even if it is a sword technique that has not been practiced, once the opponent makes a move, he can fully guess the subsequent sword moves.

That was far more than just the moves themselves, but the battle of "Jian Xin".

But since he was accompanying Shang Qing in the fight, the purpose was to help him understand the sword, not to win, so Yan Qi naturally restrained himself.

But Shang Qing turned his right wrist suddenly, and the Han Yudi fluttered lightly across the slope, turned around for a while, and then slashed down from the left side, which was exactly where Yan Qi was in the gap.

He actually changed his moves halfway, and he took over the remaining momentum of "White Cloud Flying Lonely", and changed into "Liuyun Feixue".

Yan Qi raised his eyebrows slightly, and boasted in a low voice: "Beautiful."

While retracting and releasing the moves, Yan Qi couldn't help thinking of some things in the past.

In the Shang Qing Dynasty, it was amazing in the Fairy Gate Grand Competition, and people called it "light clouds cover the moon, and a sword surprises the dragon".

In other words, his movement is like floating clouds under the moon, and his sword moves are erratic like a god. Every time he withdraws his moves midway and changes, he is like a geese skimming across the water.

It is very difficult for ordinary people to stop after the sword is drawn, and if they are not careful, they will damage their own energy channels.But Shang Qing will not only close the trend and change his tactics, but also change in a blink of an eye.

Until he stabbed the lore sword, no one knew exactly which sword move he was going to use.

Sometimes you think it's a false move and don't pay attention to it, but his sword is like a broken bamboo, and the blow is fatal; sometimes you think it's a powerful force, and you try to resist it with all your strength, but he lightly picks up the sword and turns to attack elsewhere.

It's really unexpected and unpredictable.

Many people said that the most tiring thing after a sword fight with him was his mind, and it felt like his life was about to be shortened.

Now Shang Qing started to learn sword again. Although he didn't learn many moves and couldn't do the same sword as before, he still retained the essence of it.

Yan Qi collected his thoughts, and the Han Yudi was already in front of him.

He bent back to avoid Shang Qing's move from the left.

Taking advantage of the situation, he turned the edge of the sword, drew a half-arc light on the side of his body, bent down and made a sword strike.

All Shang Qing's moves just now were directed upwards, so his body leaned forward, and it was almost too late to defend.Even if he barely retracts his figure, it will mess up the follow-up position.

But Shang Qing heard that the sword was coming through the air, and he didn't withdraw to defend, but a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

He stepped lightly, advancing instead of retreating, stepping on the edge of Yan Qi's sword with his toes!

Then he jumped up with the momentum of his sword, turned around in mid-air, hooked his hand down, and the cold jade flute in his hand stabbed straight from top to bottom.

It is the most demanding move in "Returning to the Cloud Sword Art", "Stepping on the Moon and Climbing the Clouds".

Yan Qi's sword edge was taken advantage of by Shang Qing, and sank, losing its original track.If it were someone else, perhaps they would lose here.

But Yan Qi picked up the sword with his backhand, and actually stopped Shang Qing's sword move from above.

"Zheng-"

The cold jade flute clashed with the sword, and a fine spark shot from the sword.

The two weapons each hold one side and confront each other.

Yan Qi's eyes swept across the sword's edge, and suddenly he smiled faintly, and gradually withdrew his strength.

The cold jade flute in Shang Qing's hands lost his opponent, although he stopped in time, he still inevitably took a step forward and crashed into Yan Qi's arms.

Fortunately, Yan Qi reacted in advance and wrapped his arms around his waist.

Shang Qing hurriedly asked: "Why did you suddenly stop?"

Yan Qi said: "I lost."

He lifted the long sword just now and showed it to Shang Qing.

With just a touch of spiritual energy, the blade will be covered with cracks. If you continue to make moves, the blade will splatter and hurt people.

"I just took advantage of the weapon, and besides, you gave me this cold jade flute." Shang Qing knew in his heart that it would be useless to say that Yan Qi suppressed the spiritual breath when they fought. It is not an ordinary long sword, Shang Qing may not win.

Although Yan Qi looks like a teenager now, his heart is already past the age of arguing about winning or losing.

Not long after they met back then, he would fight Shang Qing for three days and three nights in order to compete.

At that time, I was young and vigorous, and no one would accept anyone, and no one would admit defeat first.

Until the blades of the two couldn't bear it, they uttered a low whine in protest.They finally stopped their hands, panting slightly with their backs to each other, never letting each other find that they were almost exhausted.

Occasionally, when Shang Qing had a good time, he would temporarily forget about his secret rivalry and take a jar of green plum wine, a specialty of Fufeng City, toss it over.

Although green plum wine is said to be wine, it is actually not strong.

The entrance is sour and then sweet, but it is a bit like Shang Qing's temper.

After the two of them rested and their bodies warmed up, it was common for them to fight again.

Fast forward a few decades, and what Yan Qi cares most about now has long since changed from kendo to the person with whom he discusses swords.

"That's not very good, it seems that the cold jade flute I made for you is not bad." Yan Qi said.

Shang Qing immediately retorted: "It's not that bad, it's really good, I really like it!"

Yan Qi was amused by his reaction: "As long as you like it."

After the two of them finished a round of sword moves, it was almost time to get up as usual.

Yan Zhifan's voice came from Jinfeng Garden on the opposite side: "Brother, Yan Qi, are you doing sword moves? Take me one!"

As soon as he woke up, he saw sword shadows intertwined here, so he hurriedly put on his clothes, took his epee and ran towards this side.

Yan Qi looked at Shang Qing and asked, "Are you tired? If you want to rest for a while, let me go and fight with him."

Shang Qing was actually in high spirits at the moment, shook his head and said, "I'm not tired, I feel like I can do another round."

Yan Zhifan looked at the cold jade flute in Shang Qing's hand, and then at the half-human-tall epee in his hand, suddenly he was full of energy and felt himself swell.

Although Senior Brother Shang is very powerful, such a beautiful and delicate flute... Hehe!

After half an hour.

Yan Zhifan hugged his epee, squatted on the ground and drew circles: "Why, why can such a small flute block my epee? This is different from what I thought!"

Shang Qing became more and more sober, and looked at him with a smile: "Come again, there is still a while before class?"

Yan Zhifan shook his head like a rattle: "I won't come, I need to eat something to mend my wounded heart."