Just as the class was in a mess, the classroom door opened again.
"Quiet" ordinary two words unexpectedly let the classroom suddenly calm down, the sound like a sharp sword pierced the golden bell as harsh.
Walked in or vice president Situzhong, he went to the center of the classroom fight, pointing to Xuanxi, Lu Haoyu and others to ask: "You, you and you, you are very able to fight is it?" But what is the skill of fighting with each other? Do you know what your teacher Wang was talking about with the principal?"
Situ Zhong lukewarm words, let the children fighting together all part of the open, their attention is focused on the old school principal.
"The reason why the Sword Court is named is because it is not only a place for preaching and teaching, but also a place for sword training." Sword Court has a ten-year internal student enrollment, the process of enrollment is not by book examination, but by strength to fight for, after winning, will be sent to the Wushan Mountain behind the Wuzhi Mountain to learn swords and swords, ten years later, will become a swordsman who climbs the wall and fights swords everywhere."
"Do you want to be warriors who play with swords or do you want to be idle children who fight with each other all day?"
The old headmaster's words once again shocked the children, this time the answer to unprecedented unity, are Lang said to do Jianghu warrior, especially Xuanxi, Lu Haoyu, Mo Tianhua, Li Hongtao, Qiu Xiaoxu several boys, shouted the loudest.
Principal Situ nodded with satisfaction, picked up the wine pot and took a drink, then turned to the door, touched Xuanxi's forehead before going out, and said to himself: "It is really a wizard of sword practice, but my old man did not have the good fortune to accept you as a disciple."
Vice principal left, the children do not continue to fight, although there is a disagreement between Xuanxi and Lu Haoyu, but there is no essential contradiction, Qiu Xiaoxu also clever help Xuanxi pack the bag and picture album.
When Xuanxi saw the portrait of fiber snow, also very shocked, because this is the first time he saw, a little Zhanger monk touch the mind, but he did not think about it, packed up the bag and sat on his own position.
At this time, the bell rang, the children did not go out of the classroom, but were quietly discussing the words of the principal just now, and opened various discussions on the Shushan sword.
Xuanxi with his hands stroked his face fighting scars, he inadvertently saw the table fiber snow also just looked at himself, four eyes relative to two eyes on what is separated, his head suddenly dizzy.
This vertigo he is very familiar with, every day will have such an experience, but every time is in the middle of the night, when the upper body will have this feeling, do not know why this time suddenly appeared in the day, as if someone in the consciousness to seize their own soul.
On weekdays, for the embarrassment of looking at the girl, it is easy to resolve but, just tell a humorous joke, it will offset the embarrassment, and now he subconsciously avoids, dare not face the eyes of the snow, and is forced to turn his face to the side.
At this time, the sky outside suddenly changed, the original clear sky was suddenly cloudy, a few minutes of time thick clouds covered the sun's light, gradually turned red and black, and finally the sky was all black down, Qiu Xiaoxu and others hurriedly opened all the lights in the classroom.
Dark clouds outside the window accompanied by lightning, a road cut through the dark sky, soon the bell rang again, but not for long was flooded by the roar of thunder. Miss Wang has not returned to the class, the children are very clever to take out their homework to write.
With the rumbling thunder one after another, the discussion gradually disappeared, and most of the students' attention went out of the window, wondering what else was happening behind the storm, before a moment, the wind and rain were expected to arrive, and the huge sound of wind and rain overshadowed everything.
Xuanxi opened the homework with his right hand, picked up a pencil to write homework, but at this time his left hand suddenly lifted, pulled out a pen in the pencil-box, and even drew a sketch on the homework paper.
Xuanxi this pen is father even Xiao day gave him, as he used to a test first reward, because the school rules are required to use a pencil to write, so it has been placed in the pencil box, but now is not controlled by the left hand picked up.
The mind has begun some not too bright Xuanxi, suddenly urgent, in order to prevent the left hand not to destroy his homework paper, he can only use the right hand to grip the pencil, to the left hand pen hard beat in the past.
In fact, at this time, Xuan night has been on the half of the body, the sudden performance of the left hand is because Xuan night upper body control of the left brain, the original he does not like to show off, always silent in the dark, let the body to the Xuanxi external care, so the students impression of Xuanxi is only naughty lively and cheerful.
But today's dark night do not know what reason to stimulate, his left brain only brewed out an idea, that is, now to paint, and is to paint fiber snow, the most incomprehensible is to use a pen to paint in the Xuanxi exercise book.
Xuanxi confused do not know the intention of dark night, nature can not let him mess, he had thought to communicate with the heart dark night, but called several times did not respond, but only to stop.
The pencil in the right hand in order to prevent the left hand from continuing to paint, to the pen, the left hand is still going its own way to insist on painting, no retreat idea.
Xuanxi just fought with the students suffered from a belly of anger, and now the exercise was destroyed, the heart is extremely unhappy, frequent to the pen beating, more and more intense.
But the pen is heavy, the left hand strength is also quite large, a dead grip on the pen, for the continuous beating of the pencil is not affected.
Xuanxi was impatient, the pencil quickly rotated up, dazzling to see, and suddenly the head with the rubber went straight to the left hand pen to play. At the moment of collision, the pen in the left hand lifted up and hit the eraser of the pencil. The crash sent the pencil flying a foot high.
When the pencil fell, the two fingers of Xuanxi's right hand quickly rolled up the pen, rotated a circle, and made a faster action to hit the left hand again, and the left hand pen was suddenly a lateral attack, and the pencil hit together.
This time because the speed of the pencil is too fast, the momentum of the pen did not hit it very high, immediately the right hand pencil again hit back.
In this way, each hand holding a pen, kept hitting up in front of his desk, the speed of the two pens is getting faster and faster, and gradually can only see the pen shadow in the flash and hear the dull sound of the impact, just like two martial arts masters have shrunk dozens of times, one with a knife and one with a sword on the desk.
The right hand pencil has been actively attacking, and the metal sheet wrapped in rubber rotates like starlight, mysterious like frequent changes in different directions, like a dense rain toward the left hand pen.
The left hand pen has been passive to fight, but each strike can be just right to pop the pencil, fight for a while, and gradually attack with the right hand, although it is less, but each attack is the fatal part of the pencil, and the gap after the battle, still maintain to continue painting, there is a kind of momentum.
Xuanxi again angry, now how can not let him quiet down, he is desperate, pencil attack is no longer fancy, each shot burst out of a certain strength, double pen hit caused a greater metal sound, a time like covered the window of thunder and lightning.
At this time, the wrist of the left hand gradually oozing blood, it is just the trauma caused by the Xuan Xi and classmates fighting, Xuan night after seeing, the expression of the left face froze, a more powerful war intention emerged, even if the left hand bleeding also regardless, not only did not fall, counterattack more strongly.
Xuan night in order to protect the pen can continue to paint, to avoid the attack of the pen tip collision pencil, each time with the end of the pen to resist the attack from the pencil, and even when forced, the finger was also hit by the pencil.
Although the two people occupy half of the body, but whenever the pencil beat on the left finger, it will sting Xuanxi's heart, because they have the same heart.
Although injured but can not dispel the dark night retreat, more arouse the pride of the dark Xi, pencil attack more and more fierce, left hand trauma is also more and more heavy.
This time, the right hand pencil in the top-down after hovering for a long time suddenly hit, and the pen is still continuing to draw, it seems that the painting has reached the end stage, Xuan night determined to no longer resist, would rather be hit and no longer fight back against the pencil.
Sitting next to Xuanxi fiber snow really can not see, she can not bear to see Xuanxi left hand bleeding, with her own hands suddenly buckle in Xuanxi left hand, blocking the attack of the pencil.
This action shook the nerve of Xuan night, what have they done? Why will occupy the body for no reason, this is not his character, and now face the fight with his brother, the most important thing is that the person in front of him is the fiber snow of day and night.
All ideas in an instant, Xuan night flatly stopped painting, the pen tip up, from the fiber snow hands gap top out, not biased, just resist the direction of the fall of the pencil.
With a bang, the tip of the left hand pen was inserted into the iron ring of the pencil eraser, but because the pencil was too strong, it continued down and knocked the pen directly to the ground. As it fell, the fountain pen spilled onto the exercise book. At the same time, the rebound force of the pen also made the right hand pencil fly out of his hand and fall to the door of the classroom.
Fiber snow help not only did not help the left hand through this, but let the left hand wrist more serious injury, bleeding, fiber snow hurriedly took out his handkerchief, wrapped up the left hand of Xuan night, at this time Xuan night did not resist, when he raised his left eye to fiber snow, and just see fiber snow concerned eyes.
After the eyes touched, Xuan night like being electrocuted, quickly bowed, the arm shrank back, and then put it under the desk, and then closed the left eye, this time, he really hid himself.
Xuanxi then felt the left hand abnormal pain, the right hand to hold the left hand, carefully check the injury.
Fiber snow was also shocked by this move, although she knew that Xuanxi has a dual character, but how also can not think of the dual character of the soul can be at the same time, and there are such big personality differences.
Then, she picked up the desk dark night desperate to complete the painting, painting is himself, is handing out a mirror, handed back to her a boy.
That is exactly a year ago, fiber snow to repay the grace of Xuanxi, at the time of leaving to Xuanxi items, a special copper mirror - Xuanshui mirror.
She still remembers the only conversation between Xuan Night and herself at that time: "I was practicing at the bottom of the cold lake, and I did not know what was happening in the mountains, but an inexplicable worry came to my heart, as if a very important person was in danger and needed me to protect, so I came out of the cold lake."
Today's dark night is irrational, but also from the fiber snow. In the dark night hidden in the heart of a mad blood flowing silently, causing mad blood boiling catalyst, is fiber snow.
Because the last time the pen and pencil clashed, the fountain pen spilled right on the mirror in the painting, and the fountain pen stain on the mirror as if the mirror had broken. But soon the ink actually seeped into the bronze mirror in the painting, and gradually disappeared, leaving no trace on the surface.