Jiang Xiaoling has the ability to use his skills and is a bit better than the special forces trained by regular troops.

She can take action casually and you can feel what it means to be fist-feet-like and wind.

After putting on makeup and changing into costumes, Jiang Xiaoling stood on a circular platform made of white jade in Kongshan. She was wearing a plain white dress and long hair fluttering, which looked like a fairy on earth.

At this time, the mountains are green and the breeze blows on the willows, and Jiang Xiaoling suddenly feels like she is returning to wartime.

She sighed lightly and danced the sword.

The long sword is like a dragon and a snake, the sword light is like a flowing cloud and water, it is really cool, Jiang Xiaoling is full of heroism, and the sword wind is horrible.

After the sword moves ended, Jiang Xiaoling's chest was slightly undulating, and some fine beads of sweat were oozing out of her forehead.

"good!"

I don’t know when Deng Zexun sat in the pavilion opposite and applauded her warmly when he saw this.

"It's great," Deng Zexun jumped out of the pavilion and walked towards her, "Do you have a name for your swordsmanship? Where did you learn it?"

Jiang Xiaoling recalled the scene she encountered last night, scolded the scumbag in her heart, lowered her head and left like she was hiding from the plague.

Who knew that Deng Zexun ran in front of her in three steps and stopped her.

"I see your sword is very good. Can you teach me?" Deng Zexun took a step back and kept a certain distance from her so as not to cause Jiang Xiaoling's overreaction.

"I have never taken costumes before. It's quite troublesome to take photos without anyone's guidance. I want to work hard and do it myself, so don't bother those substitutes. Can you teach me?"

Deng Zexun's eyes were quite sincere, which made Jiang Xiaoling feel that this was a good person for a moment.

"Uh-huh."

Jiang Xiaoling shook her head and drove away the illusion in her mind.

"You said you want to but shook your head. Did you agree or didn't agree?"

Jiang Xiaoling turned sideways around him and walked up the stairs.

While walking, he said, "My swordsmanship is passed down from my family, not from outsiders."

Deng Zexun was so happy that he heard this. What era is it that he still passed on his sword skills?

This conversation is like filming a costume drama.

Jiang Xiaoling might be a very traditional girl in her bones.

He quickly picked up the level and followed her.

"Will you just not treat me as an outsider?"

It was at this moment that Jiang Xiaoling's steps suddenly stopped and a sudden brake came.

Deng Zexun saw that this was an opportunity, and originally wanted to run into it, but pretended to encounter it accidentally.

But a cold light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Xiaoling turned around extremely fast, and he supported a sword between the two of them.

Deng Zexun didn't dare to move again.

Jiang Xiaoling said expressionlessly, "You can learn from me even if you die."

Deng Zexun smiled embarrassedly and gently pinched her sword with his fingers, "Can this prop sword without a sharp edge kill someone?"

Jiang Xiaoling didn't say anything, just stabbed him with a sword.

Deng Zexun was so scared that he instinctively picked up his head. With a tearing sound, his clothes broke out in response to the sound. A big hole was pierced by a sword on his raised sleeve.

"Who said that you can't kill anyone without being able to open your head?" Jiang Xiaoling narrowed her eyes, "Give me a stick, can I still stab you to death?"

"Trust, believe."

Deng Zexun looked dull and could not realize what was happening.

But after Jiang Xiaoling left, he realized that his feet were numb.

...

If you think Deng Zexun gave up now, you would underestimate him too much.

Not only did Jiang Xiaoling not scare him, but instead aroused his curiosity and competitiveness.

Speaking of which, this is also a human characteristic:

You often don’t cherish what is too ordinary, but you will think that it is a treasure.

Jiang Xiaoling perfectly conforms to three theories of attraction:

1. The red roses are always in agitation if they can’t get them.

Home flowers are not as fragrant as wild flowers. If you get them, you won’t think so.

2. Hunting, Jiang Xiaoling is completely different from any girl Deng Zexun has ever come into contact with. He smelled a wildness in Jiang Xiaoling.

3. The stinging is not only in a commotion, but also in a thorn. This is the most exciting man's desire to conquer.

During the lunch break, Deng Zexun came to meet Jiang Xiaoling.

"Playing? What kind of play?"

Jiang Xiaoling stared at her big eyes and looked confused.

"We will shoot this part in two days. If we don't practice it in advance, I'm afraid that we will be in a bad mood then."

Deng Zexun gave Jiang Xiaoling his script a look.

Although she is the third female lead, Jiang Xiaoling has many rival scenes with the male lead in this drama.

"Xiao Ye should not enter Fairy Mu Ling's boudoir and accidentally saw her taking a shower. The two of them had an argument and both fell into the bathtub?!"

Jiang Xiaoling quickly flipped through his script, and it seemed that there was such a passage.

She also plays her true character. The role Su Qin has arranged for her has a very good fit with her. Fairy Mu Ling is a cold and decisive woman.

She is trait of eliminating violence and maintaining good fortune. She can’t tolerate any sand in her eyes. She especially doesn’t like the shameless behavior of the male protagonist and the master, so she has never had a good impression of the male protagonist.

"I feel like this scene is not right, there are no conditions."

"More than this part, there are many rival scenes, we can practice it in advance."

Under Deng Zexun's soft and hard work, Jiang Xiaoling reluctantly agreed.

He took Jiang Xiaoling to the rockery group, one of the eight scenic spots in the fairyland, to play against each other, only 500 meters away from here, without disturbing others' rest.

There is a section of the road in the middle, which is muddy and slippery, especially after fog in the morning, the visibility is even lower, and the stones are all like oiled.

Deng Zexun had already figured out this area and had prepared enough homework, just waiting for Jiang Xiaoling to fall down.

Sure enough, Jiang Xiaoling had just walked a few steps when her feet suddenly slipped, and the center of gravity was unstable and fell backwards.

Deng Zexun smiled and reached out to take her into his arms.

Who knew that Jiang Xiaoling reacted extremely quickly and stepped back with his right foot, just as he stepped on Deng Zexun's feet.

"Hiss..."

Deng Zexun took a breath.

Jiang Xiaoling didn't step on his feet, and tilted his feet for a moment, but the center of gravity changed from leaning back to leaning forward.

So, as it was supposed to be hugging her waist, Deng Zexun stretched out his hands forward, but approached her rear taillight.

Before he could touch it, Jiang Xiaoling kicked her upwards with her other foot out of instinct.

A kick came to the sky and kicked Deng Zexun hard onto his lower abdomen.

"Well...Oh, I'll go!"

Deng Zexun was kicked and fell on the stone steps.

Jiang Xiaoling completed a perfect front somersault in the air and landed steadily on the ground.

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