清晨的演武场,比城里任何地方都要冷。
石砖地面还挂着夜里的霜气,踩上去有一丝哑声,像踩碎了什么薄薄的东西。萧炎每日卯时三刻准时推门进来,手里提着修炼用的窄袖练袍,先在廊下换衣,再走到场中央,闭眼,调息,起势。
他的动作干净,一招一式都有板有眼。
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