MTL - Bancheng Fengyue-Chapter 102 so-called learning sword

Xuan Yi huddled motionless under the quilt, his ears buzzing. .s.

Just go on sleeping.

She twisted into the corner and curled up into a ball. Hit her, hit her with spells, her dragon scales have grown, just tickle her, no one wants to get her out of this bed today, not even the Emperor of Heaven.

After waiting for a long time, he didn't move, instead, he gradually stepped out of the bedroom with the sound of footsteps, and gently closed the door for her.

he's gone.

Xuan Yi closed her eyes and forced herself to fall asleep immediately, fast sleep, after waking up she had to have a good talk with Emperor Qing Yuan, there was so much she wanted to talk about

When she woke up again, the sun was shining outside the window, it was almost noon, Xuan Yi wanted to lie down for a while, but she was so hungry that she couldn't help it, so she had to get up, dress and wash.

The hall was quiet, there was no sound of talking or walking anymore, Xuan Yi opened the door of the bedroom a little, leaned over to look for a while, and saw Emperor Qing Yuan sitting on a wooden chair in the outer hall and reading a book with his head down. Heaving a sigh of relief, he stepped out of the bedroom gracefully, saluted gracefully, and said: "I have seen Emperor Qingyuan, I have a request, can the general who taught me the way of fists and feet be replaced for me?"

Emperor Qingyuan showed a hint of embarrassment on his face, he didn't speak for a while, but turned his head to look at the bookshelf, Xuan Yi followed his gaze and looked over, and saw a white-clothed **** standing in front of the bookshelf, holding the same cup in his hand. with a book.

His long hair is no longer tied with a tie, but replaced by a jade crown. It seems to have grown taller and wider. The God of Helping Cang, who used to have a youthful and cold expression on his face, is now a real god. World Warlord, the condensed meaning in his eyes is infinitely calmer than before.

The calm and condensed eyes glanced at her for a moment, then slowly fell back to the book, as if they didn't hear her words.

Xuan Yi took a deep breath, she was reckless, it turned out that he was still there.

Emperor Qingyuan laughed awkwardly, but his voice tried his best to avoid embarrassment: "Princess, Lord Fu Cang is a powerful general of the Dingmao Department of Yuhua Palace. Time can't be lowered, this seat has arranged for him to guide the practice, I don't know what the princess is dissatisfied with."

Xuan Yi said with a smile: "Since Fucang Shenjun is injured, it is more important to heal his wounds with peace of mind. Why bother to alarm him. I think that I don't know how to punch at all. It is inevitable that I will be overqualified if I have a strong fighter. It is better to change to someone who can do superficial fists and kicks. It's also easy to learn."

Emperor Qingyuan wondered: "Princess, learning the way of boxing, kicking and swordsmanship is different from academic methods. Every family's routines are different. If you enter the superficial pattern first, it will be difficult to improve later."

How much did he want to leave Fu Cang behind? Xuan Yi's face sank, Fang wanted to say more, but suddenly his stomach let out a loud "jeep", and now it was her turn to be a little embarrassed.

Emperor Qingyuan got up and said: "Princess, please eat first."

He summoned the maidservant to serve her meals, and took this opportunity to leave immediately. The Zhuyin princess was indeed as difficult as she said in the legend. There were many warriors in the God Realm, but in fact it was not enough. How could she be allowed? Picking and picking, if it wasn't for the fact that Fu Cang Shenjun was injured and stranded in the upper realm, he would not be willing to arrange him to guide the lazy princess.

Xuan Yi stood in a daze for a moment, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Fu Cang still reading in front of the bookshelf. She wanted to avoid it, but after thinking about it, she was unwilling, so she simply told the fairy: "Put the food here."

None of the dishes on the case was her favorite, so she managed to eat a few mouthfuls of fish and asked, "Is there any refreshment?"

The beautiful eyes of the maidservant just stared at the **** in white in front of the bookshelf, a little absent-minded: "There are mung bean cold cakes, red bean soft cakes, and coral tea. What does the princess want?"

What a poor temple, Xuan Yi's favorable impression of Yu Hua Temple has dropped to the lowest level, so he reluctantly said: "Then mung bean cold cake, and coral tea."

The heart of the maidservant seemed to have flown to the **** in white: "The princess is going to help the **** now, would you like some refreshments? There are golden chestnut paste cakes, agate and white jade cakes, and Jiujiu Guiyuan tea."

Xuan Yi looked up at her, and asked kindly: "Did you conjure up those good things in the back?"

The fairy maidservant felt a slip of the tongue, blushed, and hurriedly lowered her head and said: "Your maidservant made a mistake, please don't punish the princess."

Xuan Yi said lightly: "Of course I will punish you. I will punish you for bringing both the pastries and tea that have just been conjured up. I want a copy too."

The maidservant blushed and retreated, and after a while, she really brought good tea, and a pot of Jiujiu Guiyuan tea, and she did not forget to greet Fu Cang softly: "God Fu Cang, come and have some tea."

I simply don't know who is the princess and who is the maidservant. Xuan Yi frowned, and saw the **** in white beside the bookshelf move, walked slowly to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down, poured a cup of tea, but didn't drink it.

Noticing that his eyes were fixed on her, she couldn't help turning her head to look at the green grass outside the window. She paused for a moment, only to hear him say: "Wait a while for sword practice, you have to change your clothes and soft boots."

Xuan Yi said slowly: "I came in a hurry, I didn't bring any other clothes or shoes."

Fu Cang said: "Since this is the case, today I can only practice horse stance."

Xuan Yi felt a sip of tea was choked in his throat, and he actually asked her to practice horse stance. She poured down half a cup of tea vigorously, flushed the tea in her throat, and rubbed her forehead in a weak state: "I didn't sleep well last night, I'm afraid it's because I'm not strong enough, why not another day."

There will be no other day, she plans to return to Zhongshan immediately.

Fu Cang breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly got up and walked over, pulling her arm: "If you don't want to practice horse stance, then put your sword as a parry, come here."

Xuan Yi frowned and looked at his hand, but didn't struggle, allowing him to drag himself onto the turf outside the hall, a blur in front of his eyes, a wooden sword was thrown over, but she didn't take it, watching it thrown at her feet.

Fu Cang seemed to see that she had no intention of picking it up at all, so he bent down to pick it up for her, and stuffed it into her hand.

"Raise your hands, separate your legs, and bend your knees." He untied the blue Chunjun from his waist, took two steps back, and made the most basic move posture, staring back at her, forcing her to follow suit with his eyes.

It's ridiculous, why did she learn swordsmanship from Xuan Yi for half a day, and spent about 20,000 years in the Purple Mansion with her head blank all day, she was so stupid that she didn't know that she should throw down the wooden sword and turn around Go, or she doesn't know what it is.

Like a ghost, she really imitated his movements, stretched out the arm holding the sword, and the fiery red fox fur cloak slid down.

Fu Cang moved closer to help her adjust her posture, took off the shawl, and hung it gently on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

"Throw the sword at the cloak and knock it down. Today is done." Seeing that her posture was crooked again, he gently bumped her knee with his knee, and supported her elbow with his hand. Lifting her up, the other hand patted her waist, "Bend down, raise up, and straighten your waist."

Xuan Yi paused for a long time~www.novelbuddy.com~ suddenly said: "Don't touch me."

As soon as the words fell, she threw the wooden sword vigorously. The poor wooden sword drew a strange arc in the air, and fell under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree with a splash, without even scraping off a leaf.

Fu Cang picked up the wooden sword for her again and put it in her hand again: "Again, don't change your posture."

Seeing that her legs straightened, he completely ignored her warning just now without any politeness, and bumped into her with his knee again, her body tilted, he held her on her shoulders with great measure, and adjusted her posture by the way, and immediately pull hands.

Xuan Yi narrowed his eyes, pursed his lips slightly, and without saying a word, threw the wooden sword again, this time flying directly outside the courtyard.

She lowered her head very delicately: "I can't." So, don't teach.

Fu Cang didn't say anything, just moved his hand, and the wooden sword flew back into his palm. He stuffed it into her hand for the third time, and said lightly, "So I'm responsible for teaching you."

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