Feng Wuhen practices swords, Sun Die looks at the swords.

I don’t know how long it took, but Feng Wuhen took his sword and put it into the sheath and found that Sun Die was still there.

Just as Feng Wuhen was about to say something, Sun Die suddenly showed a panic on his face, and the next second he ran away like a frightened rabbit.

Feng Wuhen was quite surprised, but he didn't chase him to ask, but turned back to the house and continued to do what he would do on weekdays.

Sun Die has not left for too long, and Sun Jian also came to visit. It was not to get closer to Feng Wuhen, but to ask Sun Die about it with anxiety.

It was hard for Sun Jian, a man who has always been straightforward, to ask Sun Die if he offended Feng Wuhen. Feng Wuhen certainly knew what Sun Jian meant, shook his head and responded, saying, "Miss is pure and cute, and he didn't offend me."

Sun Jian breathed a sigh of relief and his words and behavior returned to normal, but he also knew that Feng Wuhen was always alone and did not like others to disturb him, so he left not long after.

Looking at Sun Jian's leaving figure, Feng Wuhen shook his head helplessly.

Feng Wuhen naturally knew Sun Jian's thoughts when he was written on his face. However, Sun Jian's concerns were really unnecessary.

Although Feng Wuhen usually lives alone, it is not because he likes to be alone, but because of his living environment.

In the early years, Feng Wuhen was adopted by Han Tang, and the first thing he had to face in his life was to defeat or even kill Han Tang, the master and enemy. Han Tang acted as a killer and rarely contacted people. Whether it was the pressure of survival or the living environment, Feng Wuhen was destined to be alone.

In Feng Wuhen's mind, Han Tang occupied a very important part. After Han Tang's death, Feng Wuhen came to Sun's mansion instead of Han Tang to work for Sun Yubo. During this period, whether it was the impact of Han Tang's death or the new environment, Feng Wuhen naturally maintained his loneliness in the past, and everyone naturally thought that Feng Wuhen was a very difficult person to get along with.

In fact, Feng Wuhen's temperament is not as introverted as he shows and should not be as rude as he shows. If Feng Wuhen is such a person, he would not deliberately keep a sense of justice and show mercy when he fights Sun Jian that day.

Although Sun Jian had a little understanding of Feng Wuhen, he did not understand Feng Wuhen's temperament at all.

Although Feng Wuhen is still not interested in anything except swords, he does not mind getting along with others. He knows how to enjoy the fun of life, and he also thinks that the world is full of fun. In this regard, Han Tang knows Feng Wuhen better than anyone else.

Han Tang knew very well that Feng Wuhen was full of curiosity and enthusiasm for the world, and full of fantasy and hope for the future. But Han Tang was the opposite. Han Tang could see his shadow from Feng Wuhen countless times, so whether he killed Feng Wuhen or Feng Wuhen, it was the same as killing the present in the past, and killing the past, it was so sweet.

Feng Wuhen is quite cold to people and things. Although he knows that Sun Jian misunderstood, he has no explanation and he is unwilling to do extra things.

After Sun Jian left, Feng Wuhen continued to return to the house.

Feng Wuhen's room is very clean and tidy, with very few furniture and few decorations. On the long table where you eat on weekdays, there is nothing except a set of tea sets. But it changed yesterday.

Not long after Feng Wuhen returned to the house yesterday, the old man sent someone to deliver a pile of books and piled them on the square table.

These books record the information about King Wan Peng sitting down on Twelve Fei Peng. The old man sent the information to Feng Wuhen, and the meaning was very clear. The assassination operation would be carried out at any time. Feng Wuhen also understood the old man's meaning, so he began to study the joy of Twelve Fei Peng in some spare time.

Feng Wuhen has many longings for the future and is unwilling to die young.

The next day, at Chen, Feng Wuhen opened the window. Although the heavy snow had stopped, there was another heavy snow last night, so that the world was white. Feng Wuhen came to the yard wearing a single dress and practicing swordsmanship.

Feng Wuhen was about to draw his sword and make a move, but stopped.

I don’t know when there was one more person outside the courtyard where the fence was not completed. It was not someone else, but Sun Die.

Today, Sun Die is wearing a colorful dress and a purple velvet cloak, standing pretty in the wind and snow. Some flowers are also planted inside and outside the yard. The plum blossoms have been particularly cold and beautiful during this period, but she is more delicate than flowers.

She didn't say anything, but just looked straight at Feng Wuhen.

Feng Wuhen did not expect that Sun Die would come here twice and became the most visited guest in the residence. After hesitating for a moment, Feng Wuhen did not come forward to greet him. He was as focused as usual and devoted himself to practicing sword skills.

Practicing swords requires perseverance, and your hands, eyes and hearts should not be neglected. Feng Wuhen practices swords for a long time, so he naturally knows the truth. Once he draws the sword, his mind is immersed in the mystery of swordsmanship. He has practiced a set of swordsmanship thousands of times, but he may not be able to gain something every time he practices, but Feng Wuhen can still enjoy himself.

Sun Die did not challenge Feng Wuhen like yesterday, but just watched Feng Wuhen practice sword training from afar. The feeling of yesterday came to her mind again. She found that once Feng Wuhen drew his sword and took action, her whole body seemed to be glowing, as if Feng Wuhen was only alive at this time, and at other times, she was just a walking corpse.

Sun Die's expression was a little sudden, and thousands of thoughts poured into his heart, and he thought for a while.

Feng Wuhen practices swords in the morning every morning, and it depends on the state of cultivation on that day, and it will take at least half an hour. Today, if Feng Wuhen gains something from the sword technique, he will practice for an hour.

When he returned the sword and returned to the sheath, Feng Wuhen found that Sun Die was still standing there and watching him practice sword. But when he was about to collect the sword, Sun Die left quickly as yesterday, without saying hello.

The most taboo thing for warriors to peep in their practice is to others, but Feng Wuhen does not have this taboo, so he doesn't care about Sun Die's sword viewing.

The first day, the second day.

This will be the case for the next ten days.

Every time Feng Wuhen comes to the yard to practice swords, Sun Die will appear. Sometimes it is earlier than Feng Wuhen, sometimes it is later, but it will appear every time.

Sun Die didn't speak, just stood in a corner and watched Feng Wuhen practice swordsmanship from a distance.

On one morning of the sixteenth day, this wonderful pattern was broken.

On this day, Feng Wuhen was the same as usual. Sun Die was also the same as usual. The only difference was that today the sun appeared and the ice and snow gradually melted.

No matter who sees this weather, he will think it is a good weather. Feng Wuhen, and Sun Die also thinks so.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, dark clouds covered the sky and a severe rain suddenly fell.

This is not only a heavy rain, but also a heavy rain.

Heavy rain accompanied by strong winds.

Feng Wuhen was immersed in the mystery of swordsmanship, and even this storm ignited Feng Wuhen's inspiration. I don't know how many times I practiced the swordsmanship on weekdays, but today I have a new understanding.

I forgot about the passage of time. When I woke up from this state, I felt that it was already raining heavily.

Feng Wuhen subconsciously looked towards Sun Die. He thought Sun Die had left, but he didn't expect that although Sun Die disappeared from the spot, he was looking at the sword under a big tree in the yard.

Although the big tree blocked a lot of wind and rain for Sun Die, Sun Die still became a chicken. When Feng Wuhen collected his sword, Sun Die left immediately.

Feng Wuhen did not watch Sun Die leave this time, but called Sun Die. In Sun Die's confusing gaze, Feng Wuhen ran into the house and handed an umbrella to Sun Die.

Sun Die was clutching the umbrella tightly with her hands that knew how to turn red. She stood under the eaves, raised her head, staring at Feng Wuhen with a pair of black gem eyes and said, "My name is Sun Die, butterfly's butterfly."

Feng Wuhen was stunned for a moment and said, "I know."

Sun Die said: "I know you know who I am, but I want to tell you that my name is Sun Die."

Feng Wuhen was silent for a moment and smiled and said, "My name is Feng Wuhen."

Sun Die Yanran smiled and said, "I know, I have heard many people mention you."

Feng Wuhen also learned Sun Die's words and said, "I know you know who I am, but I want to tell you that my name is Feng Wuhen."

The eyes are opposite and the eyes are intertwined.

The two laughed out loud at the same time.

Sun Die looked at him and said, "It turns out that you are not as difficult as they said."

Feng Wuhen smiled slightly and replied, "It turns out that you don't want to cause trouble for people as often as those people say."

The two of them laughed at each other again.

Sun Die thanked Feng Wuhen and asked Feng Wuhen if he could come to see you practice martial arts? Feng Wuhen nodded.

He doesn't like loneliness. Sun Die's appearance is like a colorful pen that paints his gray sky with colorful colors. Feng Wuhen does not refuse such changes.

Feng Wuhen watched Sun Die leave. Sun Die walked to the yard gate and suddenly stopped. Feng Wuhen couldn't help asking, "Is there anything else?"

Sun Die stood in front of the yard with her back facing Feng Wuhen. Just as Feng Wuhen was surprised, Sun Die's voice came: "Can you teach me how to practice swords?"

Feng Wuhen could not see Sun Die's face, but from the rain splashing everywhere on Sun Die's body, it could be seen that Sun Die must be very nervous at this time.

A little stunned, Feng Wuhen smiled slightly and said, "Yes."

Sun Die let out a surprise scream, then left with great joy, and turned around and left a bright smile on Qiu Mantian.

Feng Wuhen also had a faint smile on his face, watching Sun Die leave.

Feng Wuhen rarely contacted women in his life. Although he had also found women from the place of fireworks and romantic affairs, it was just a physiological need, but this kind of contact was unprecedented.

When facing any man, Feng Wuhen can talk calmly and talk freely. But when facing a woman like Sun Die, she is clumsy in her mouth for a while. An inexplicable thought suddenly emerges: Maybe I was an otaku in my previous life.
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