Legend of Fei Chapter 3: Bet

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Zhou Fei kicked on the door, joined the door shaft and door door to finish hand in hand, there was a loud noise, and the dust was flying.

Li Sheng was practicing swords in the courtyard. He turned around and saw that a debt was flying at the door. He was not surprised. After a slight pause, he slowly returned the sword to its sheath and asked knowingly:" Fei, what are you doing?"

Zhou Fei has never seen what hypocrites look like in the world, but with his impoverished imagination, the image of Li Sheng who is a big circle emerges in his mind. Just looking at his face, Zhou Fei's chest burst into anger.

She was actually quite eloquent, but she didn't waste much time when she planned to do it. The narrow-backed knife struck her in her palm, and she didn't even say hello, so she cut her head straight at Li Sheng.

Li Sheng had prepared her to make a move. When Hengjian carried the knife she had cut, he felt his wrist shook violently. He didn't dare to take care of it. Both swords were not out of the sheath, and they were gone in the blink of an eye. After seven or eight moves, Zhou Fei stepped forward suddenly, and the narrow-backed knife swept over her waist. Li Sheng's pupils shrank - she actually used a long knife as a spear, and also used a trick to "hit Nanshan".

This "thousand bells reverberating, ten thousand mountains roaring" is originally a grandmaster, but the disciples are not skilled enough and always seem a bit cumbersome, so Li Sheng can lightly expose it during the competition, but I don’t know if it’s not. Because Zhou Fei replaced the spear with a sharp blade, this move was in her hands, and there was an inexplicable increase in the brutal force of slashing Cangshan.

The long knife contained in its sheath came with strong wind. For a moment, Li Sheng was a little scared, but he didn't dare to repeat the trick.

Just when he bit his head and wanted to do it, a scream came from the door: "Stop!"

Next, an object smashed over.

The narrow-backed knife stopped in the air, Zhou Fei gently picked it with the tip of the knife, and then hung the thing-it was a little girl's purse, embroidered with a few naive kingfishers and purses on the brocade. The castration was too fierce, and a few pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus were dropped.

Li Sheng came back to his senses, the moment of fear has not disappeared, his heart is still beating wildly, but the indescribable embarrassment has risen. He stretched out his hand and squeezed the purse hanging from the tip of Zhou Fei's knife, then threw his hand back into the arms of the other person, and said angrily: "What are you doing?"

A little girl in a pink dress ran between them in three steps and two steps, and said loudly: "You guys don't fight!"

The girl’s name is Li Yan, Li Sheng’s own sister, two years younger than the two of them. She has a small oval face and big eyes. She is very smart. It’s a pity that she is a heartless little girl with her beauty and frustration. thing. Fang-age's eleven-year-old brain was only the size of a broad bean, and it contained two opinions—A Fei was right, and what A Fei likes, what I like...except for practice.

Zhou Fei and Li Sheng had nothing to say to her, and they were too lazy to play with her, but Miss Li Er was born amorous. She worshiped her cousin on the left and her brother on the right, often indulging in the self-entanglement of not knowing which way to turn. In the middle of nowhere, I spent most of the children's time in it.

Zhou Fei's face sank like a waterway: "Go to the side."

Li Yan exploded her arms, hiding her face in front of Zhou Fei, crying, and said softly: "Sister A Fei, you look at my face, don't do it with my brother, okay?"

Zhou Fei said angrily: "How much is your face worth? Go away!"

Li Sheng looked gloomy, and said every word: "Li Yan, this is nothing to do with you."

Li Yan stretched out Zhou Fei's sleeve reluctantly: "Don't..."

Zhou Fei is most annoyed by this sticky style, and immediately said irritably: "Let go!"

She raised her hand and fell and unconsciously brought some strength. Although the two are only two years old, they are at a fast age. Zhou Fei is almost half a head taller than this cousin. Li Yan practiced again. With a sloppy look, she fell into a sturdy **** squat.

Li Yan sat on the ground for a moment in disbelief, crying with a cry.

This voice successfully mixed the tension between the two of them. Li Sheng slowly retracted the sword in his palm and frowned, while Zhou Fei stood a little bewildered by the side for a while. The two of them were right. He glanced, and at the same time looked away unfriendly.

Then Zhou Fei sighed and bent down and stretched out a hand at Li Yan.

"I didn't push you on purpose." Zhou Fei paused, then said discouragedly, "That...what, sister is wrong, okay? Come on, get up."

Li Yan stretched out her hand and wiped her tears, her nose and tears touched her slap, wet and sticky, she grabbed Zhou Fei's palm, and it was firmly touched.

Zhou Fei’s blue veins on her forehead jumped twice, and almost threw her away again, when she heard Li Yan sobbing and saying: “I’m afraid my aunt will hit you, so I deliberately went to find my uncle...you, you still push Me! You don’t know good people!"

Zhou Fei was slapped with a "secret weapon" by Li Yan, drowning Li Sheng's murderous intention of wearing adult meat skewers in a nose. She simply squatted aside and listened boredly to Li Yan.嘤" He cried and complained, and at the same time divided his mind loosely, thinking that Li Yan also has its own merits-even Li Jinrong's tigress in front of her is as kind as a living bodhisattva. People like Li Yan don't need it. Many, one hundred and eighty are enough. Wherever there is a fight, the "cousin group" will be scattered in front of the two armies, presumably the world is not far away.

A little thought came up in her heart, Zhou Fei thought: "Isn't it possible for me to follow her?"

Then she stared at Li Yan blankly for a while, imagined herself sitting on the ground holding a purse and crying, shivering solidly, feeling that Li Jinrong might find a wolf The tooth stick healed her brain.

Li Sheng stood aside, gently moving his numb wrist in Li Yan's cry, his expression obscure.

Last winter, when he encountered some bottlenecks in his sword practice, he went around to relax. When he reached the back mountain, he happened to see Li Jinrong who was walking with Zhou Yitang who was ill from a distance. Li Sheng wanted to catch up and greet him, but he heard unexpectedly. A few words from the wind.

Li Jinrong said to Zhou Yitang quite anxiously: "...This kid is not very qualified, so it doesn’t matter. Take it slowly, but I’m afraid he will be destroyed by heavy thoughts and too many distracting thoughts. I don’t know how to tell him..."

Zhou Yitang replied something, but Li Sheng didn't listen. The words that floated in the wind seemed like a steel nail, and they pierced his heart relentlessly.

Although Li Jinrong did not name her, Li Sheng knew that she must be talking about herself, because there were only three people who grew up next to her. If Zhou Fei dared to be distracted while practicing, he would have been beaten long ago. Aunt will not worry about "I don't know how to say" behind her back, and Li Yan is a young and ignorant two hundred and five, and she can't fight with her "thinking".

The thing that hit Li Sheng the most was not that Li Jinrong was worried about "destroyed by distracting thoughts," but the phrase "Quality is not good". Well, everyone can't fault him. How can he bear the evaluation of "bad aptitude"?

Li Sheng forgot how he ran away that day. He wanted to come. Fortunately, after that day, the mountains were windy and people at the outposts were all around, so Li Jinrong didn't pay attention to his existence.

Since then, "poor aptitude" has become Li Sheng's nightmare, and every few shortcomings came to his mind to ridicule him, and his already fierce enthusiasm almost exploded.

Li Sheng thought, his qualifications are not good, is Zhou Fei very qualified?

He must beat Zhou Fei.

But whether he is provocative or running, Zhou Fei's big deal is to ignore him and never conflict with him.

She usually tricks each other, and she is very close. If he deliberately forced her, she would just step aside and look down on him.

Over time, Zhou Fei's retreat almost turned this point of victory into Li Sheng's obsession.

He also deliberately angered Zhou Fei this time.

Li Sheng raised his hand and picked up Li Yan, casually flicked the dirt on her body, re-buttoned his hypocrite face to his neck, dropped a standard smile and handed it to Zhou Fei. "So you are so angry today. Is it because I didn't go to help you invite your uncle? Afei, it's not that your elder brother didn't intercede with you. You are also too naughty. Your husband is also doing good for you. Let's talk about his old man. What's wrong with it? Girls should be safe and sound. What do you call and kill all day long? You are born in the Forty-eight Villages, even if you marry in the future, if you have me, who would dare to bully you?"

Zhou Fei slowly stood up and raised one of her eyebrows. Her eyebrows were well-regulated, naturally like carefully trimmed, flying straight and diagonally into the sideburns. She sneered slightly: "What do you mean? Why don't you tell the master? Let her embroider in the house peacefully. I agree very much."

Li Sheng calmly said: "Forty-eight villages are led by my Lijiazhai. After all, my aunt’s surname is Li. There was no one in the village at the time. My father was young, so she was in danger... but these things didn’t work. 'Zhou' **** her head."

Zhou Fei immediately replied: "Thank you for being compassionate, and I don't have to bother."

She accidentally made a quarrel, but it happened to hit Li Sheng's heart disease. The Youth City Mansion was not deep enough, and Li Sheng's face suddenly sank: "Zhou Fei, who do you say?"

Zhou Fei felt that I might not be able to fight today, so he hung the narrow-backed knife behind his back, and swiftly said: "I said the pig said the dog said the mouse, whoever leads it, why? , Is the big cousin still fighting for the brutality?"

Li Sheng's hand holding the sword tightened and loosened. For a long time, he forced a smile: "Since you are arrogant, dare you to compete with me?"

Zhou Fei gave him a mocking look: "I don't dare now. If your sister goes to sue, the master must peel me off."

"She won't," Li Sheng said before Li Yan was about to protest, "I want to cross the Mojiang River, do you dare to go?"