The autumn rain continued. On the morning he was going to attend the poetry meet, it started raining in Hangzhou.
As he walked past the eaves covered in raindrops, Ning Yi heard a swishing sound coming from the other side of the wall. He knew that it was the sound of the girl called Liu Dabiao practicing with her knife. Every day, this was the only thing that the girl did regardless of rain or shine.
After greeting the guards and passing through the side door, Ning Yi saw the scene of the girl practicing with her knife. In the heavy rain, the girl was the only one in the large training field. She still wore a bamboo hat and ran on the field while brandishing the huge knife. Her body changed positions as if she was dancing an intense and beautiful dance. The falling rain had already soaked her dress. Almost every time she brandished the knife, it created a waterfall in the air like an explosion.
She had practiced internal martial arts since she was young, so she would not fall sick from the rain. However, every time he saw the scene of the girl brandishing the knife, a strange feeling would rise in Ning Yi's heart. When the huge knife was brandished, the force of the knife was fierce and domineering. The wooden stumps and small trees on the side of the training field would immediately snap when they touched it. Sometimes, it would smash rocks into the ground. However, most of the time, it looked like the big knife was carrying the girl forward. Sometimes, her limbs would fly out, and sometimes, she would stagger and walk unsteadily, as if she was about to fall or be carried off the ground by the knife. It made people wonder how she managed to swing the knife, and whether she had controlled the force of the knife, or if she was being pulled around by the inertia of the knife.
However, from the beginning to the end, it looked like a young shepherd boy desperately trying to pull back a mad cow that was running around while crying. From the beginning to the end, she did not really let her blade go out of control. As for the true power of the knife, perhaps only the souls who had died to the knife could make a fair judgment. In the battle in Peace Alley, he had seen it. When the girl had swung the knife like a cannonball while spinning, the momentum and power had been invincible. It was likely that not many people could block a fatal blow from the knife due to inertia.
Other than an ugly servant girl next to Liu Dabiao, the only person watching from the side of the field was Liu Tiannan, the supervisor of the manor. Ning Yi talked with him about what had happened today. Liu Tiannan asked with a smile, "What does Young Master Ning think of the manor master's knife technique?"
"She used too much strength and used too many feints. Look at Dabiao's unstable steps and how she stumbles. I think … uh, what is she doing?"
In the distance, the girl wielding the knife seemed to look in this direction. Then, the knife suddenly sank behind her. She dragged the giant knife and charged forward.
In the curtain of rain, the ground exploded with a loud bang. It was as if a lotus flower had appeared with every step she took in the heavy rain. It was unknown how that petite body had exploded with such great power. The distance between the two sides quickly closed. The girl and the giant knife seemed to have fused together. The giant knife, the human body, the giant knife, and the human body spun and enlarged in front of Ning Yi's eyes. They alternated four or five times, and her entire person suddenly unfolded in front of Ning Yi's eyes.
What appeared in front of Ning Yi's eyes was the image of the girl holding the knife with both hands. Her entire body was stretched to the extreme. The giant knife moved up from bottom to top, pointing straight to the sky. There was a loud bang in the middle. Stone shards flew in the air. It was probably the stone railing at the side of the martial arts field that had been cut. Then, there was the sound of tremors and explosions coming from the eaves.
Ning Yi almost had no time to react. He only felt the wind brushing against his cheeks and felt a burning pain. He instinctively leaped to the right. Liu Tiannan also flew to the left at almost the same time. Liu Tiannan's wide sleeves swept out, and the tiles and stones that had fallen from the eaves were sent flying into the wall behind him.
When Ning Yi rolled and stood up again, there was a large hole in the eaves at the side of the martial arts field. The giant knife was stabbed into the ground not far from his side. When Ning Yi turned his head to look, the girl's figure landed on the hilt of the knife. In that instant, the figure was tall and beautiful, almost dazzling. Her sleeves and skirt suddenly stopped moving, and the raindrops falling from the sky seemed to be forced away. Of course, the next moment, the rain continued to pour. The girl looked at him from the knife. Her chest rose and fell, and her breathing became rapid. It was obvious that she had used up a lot of energy just now.
"Da Biao, I mean, this will definitely make others underestimate you." Ning Yi spread his hands. The girl behind the bamboo hat curtains pursed her lips and rolled her eyes. Her body nimbly jumped down from the knife hilt. Ning Yi smiled and put the back of his hand to his mouth. He whispered to Liu Tiannan, "How can you hear me from so far away?" Liu Tiannan did not joke in front of the villa master. He put his hands behind his back, smiled, and looked up to check the broken eaves.
The girl stretched out a hand and pressed down on the hilt, causing the giant knife to tilt. Then, she used both hands to pull the Tyrant knife out from the ground. She had basically completed her practice.
"The Tyrant knife was not originally like this." As he walked, Liu Dabiao said, "Although the previous generations of Tyrant knives were domineering, they were still orderly. Ah Sha, Ah Chang, and the others were like this. But I can't practice that kind of knife technique, because I can't pick up the knife. I can only swing it and follow the knife's momentum. It's easier this way. Of course, I can't beat many people in the beginning, because people will fall after a few turns. If you're interested, I can teach you the orthodox Tyrant knife. There's a limit to your strength, and there aren't many feints. It's just that it's not easy to trick people. "
The girl purposely lowered her clear voice and put the giant knife back into the wooden box. She smiled and said, "Anyway, your Breaking the Six Daos Kung Fu is also domineering and fierce. It's compatible with the Tyrant knife."
"Breaking the Six Daos Kung Fu?"
"Your inner force is so strong that it can't be compared to your inner force. You didn't practice martial arts when you were young, so you missed the best time. This Breaking the Six Daos Kung Fu is the best cultivation method for you. It means to break the limit of the three realms and six daos … I've only heard of it when I was young, so I can't be sure. Is it not? "
"No, I heard it's a second-rate cultivation method …"
Ning Yi frowned. The girl looked at him from the side. After a moment, she turned her head and muttered, "A scholar, why would he go and practice martial arts? What a mess …" She felt that Ning Yi was a person who was not focused on anything. He probably practiced martial arts because he was interested in it. If she was serious with him, she would be a little silly.
She was a girl, after all. The rain drenched her clothes, so she walked to a door. Ning Yi and Liu Tiannan walked to another door. Soon, he waited for the girl in the study where he dealt with affairs. They had nothing to do today, so they chatted for a while. The girl asked, "I heard you're going to Four Seasons Temple for the poetry meet tonight?"
"Yes, they said it's a good place, so I'm going to join in the fun." Ning Yi smiled. "Are you interested?" He knew that the girl sometimes liked to be cultured and liked to read books. After reading, she would speak in a genteel manner, which was quite funny. However, he had never attended such gatherings before. Since she was not going to attend, there was no harm in inviting her.
As expected, the girl on the other side of the curtain shook her head in distress. "I'm not going, I'm busy tonight … and … I don't know how to write poems, yes, yes, I don't know how to write poems …"
"Why don't you copy one and let another scholar write one, and Da Biao can copy it … and say that you wrote it yourself."
The girl thought for a while. "Sure?"
Ning Yi also replied, "That's right."
If other scholars heard this conversation, they might not be able to hold back their laughter. However, the two of them were quite compatible in this aspect. Liu Watermelon nodded and said, "Alright, then write one for me."
"Huh?"
"I can use it next time. You're the top scholar of Jiangning, right?"
"That's not true …"
"I know you're best at martial arts. Brother Butcher, we're friends, so we should help each other out. Thank you in advance …"
"… Alright."
Even though Fang La's court was mostly composed of martial artists, there were still a lot of scholars. In this era, scholars still had a sense of superiority. Although Liu Dabiao mainly portrayed a barbaric image in front of others, she still hoped that she could be elegant occasionally. After all, she did not really despise poetry. The two of them discussed in the room for a while. Ning Yi wrote a few poems of different styles for her to copy. She did not like Li Qingzhao's graceful style because she could not understand it. She felt that the poem "The rolling Yangtze River flows east, the waves wash away the heroes" was too old. Although Liu Watermelon liked it, she felt that it was not suitable for her.
After writing a few poems, there was one that she quite liked. It was "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" because it was easy to understand and looked very domineering. However, there was a line in the poem "The Emperor's Ambition". Ning Yi changed it to "The Grand Hegemony" and reminded her. Perhaps this line was still a bit over the line, but the girl did not mind. Then she casually picked a poem she liked, "The Way of the Gallant". In fact, she only liked one line, which was the line "Ten steps to kill a man, a thousand miles without leaving a trace". The rest was mainly because the poem was too long and there were too many allusions. She did not understand some of them and even mispronounced the words the first time. She asked Ning Yi, "This one doesn't rhyme very well."
Just like that, after picking two poems, Ning Yi also gave her a pair of incomplete sentences, which were very suitable for the children of the pugilistic world: "A cup of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, ten years of lanterns in the pugilistic world under the rain of the night." Actually, there was an original poem for this, but Ning Yi did not remember it. He felt that these two sentences were like couplets … Unfortunately, he did not remember the horizontal script … He told Liu Dabiao that she could say that she had a couplet after the two poems to test what horizontal script could be used. The girl deeply agreed.
Neither of them felt pressured about what they were doing at this time, but the girl named Liu Watermelon could not help but look at Ning Yi a few more times. After all, she still knew that these were good poems.
"At night … it might not be peaceful." She thought for a while and finally said, "If you want to go out, try to come back as soon as possible, or you can let Ah Chang go with you …"
"At night …"
"It's hard to say." She picked up the poems in her hand and shook her head. "We'll know when the time comes. I don't know what will happen now. But … maybe these poems will come in handy, hehe … "
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