The concubine doesn't fall in love, but crazy critics insist on holding her responsible

On the martial arts arena.

When Lin Songyi and Lin Zhiyu arrived, Xie Ling was already waiting.

The short and fat boy was wearing a neat short robe with sleeves. He was full of energy. There was no sign of resistance on his face, but he was a little eager to try.

This was beyond Lin Songyi's expectation. She had thought that Xie Ling would burst into tears, or else he would be escorted by a group of servants and a large team of maids and servants with resentful expressions on their faces.

Unexpectedly, I only followed one boy, the same boy who released the snake with Xie Ling that day.

With such restraint, could it be that the lesson yesterday was effective?

Lin Songyi was not sure, but she also guessed the purpose of Mrs. Xie's move today, which was to put it harshly - waste utilization.

The Xie family has always relied on the study of literature and calligraphy as the foundation of its family. Swords, guns, swords and halberds were mostly used for entertainment, and those who were more conscious were used to strengthen their bodies. Counting five generations up, no one in the Xie family has ever gone into battle to kill the enemy. The Xie family also disdains talking with rough men, and privately considers them to be low-level and vulgar.

But since Lin Xie became a family and witnessed the extraordinary achievements brought about by the Lin family's deep study of martial arts, the Xie family gradually became interested in it and wanted to get involved.

The eldest son Xie Songnian had practiced martial arts in his early years. Xie Ling had also found a martial arts master a year ago and tried to start from a young age.

But Xie Ling didn't learn the uprightness of a man, but he understood ten percent of the tricks of the battlefield.

Lin Songyi had long heard about what Xie Ling had done to those martial arts masters, and Xie Ling's temper became more and more arrogant.

Little did he know that they were letting him go.

At this time, Xie Ling waved a small wooden sword at Lin Songyi to show off his power, "Lin Songyi, today I will let you test my power!"

Lin Songyi was delighted when she heard this and made a sniffing gesture, "It's bright and clear, but I can't smell the smell of alcohol!"

Xie Ling twisted his lips and snorted, "The sword has no eyes. I will not be responsible for hurting you!"

"You? Hurt me?"

Lin Songyi didn't know where Xie Ling's confidence came from, but now she understood that it was not that yesterday's lesson had worked, but that someone had inflated it.

"It's useless to talk more. You'll know if you can hurt me once you try."

Soon enough, as soon as Lin Songyi's embroidered shoes touched the ground, the wooden sword beside him was knocked out of the scabbard and fell into his hand, sending a gust of wind everywhere.

What a strong inner force!
Xie Ling was shocked, but quickly regained her composure. It was just a flower display, she didn't dare to touch him!

He raised his sword and charged forward with a fierce momentum, but it was full of loopholes.

Lin Songyi didn't even need to look at him. She raised an eyebrow at her sister in the distance, signaling her to watch the show.

A few random gestures of raising the sword became an almost perfect defense. Without much exertion on his wrist, Xie Ling kept kicking the ground with all his strength like a calf.

Xie Ling tried several times in succession, but all ended in failure. He was panting heavily from exhaustion, his fat face turned red from holding back, and his eyes glared at Lin Songyi with resentment.

Lin Songyi lowered her eyes, "That's all? Hurt me?"

Xie Ling was unconvinced and couldn't save his face. There were countless people hiding in the dark watching him today.

In order to save face, he slowed down, had no choice but to grab the sword and rush over again.

Lin Songyi lost interest in playing with him.

With a quick collision, the wooden sword fell from Xie Ling's hand. The sword circled twice in mid-air, and finally plunged straight into the ground, the sword buzzing and trembling.

In the trees in the distance, Mrs. Xie saw this scene and nodded with satisfaction. This is how she should kill Xie Ling with such vigor!
It was indeed right to hand the person over to Lin Songyi.

She said to Mrs. Song who was standing beside her and staring closely at Xie Ling: "You should be relieved now. Although Ling'er suffered a loss, the sword in his hand was held tighter and more powerful each time. This is what a good master should have!" A loving mother often fails, and Xie Ling cannot become a talented person in the hands of the Song family.

After saying that, she asked Nanny Deng to help her back.

Mrs. Song was worried and stood still, clutching the handkerchief tighter and tighter.

Xie Ling looked at the knocked down sword. He didn't think about how he lost for a long time. He didn't have any admiration or fear in his heart. He just repeated one sentence back and forth: Lin Songyi didn't let him at all!
He was completely disgraced!
Xie Ling had never experienced such a shame and humiliation. This was completely opposite to what he knew before coming here.

"what--"

Furious, Xie Ling shouted, rushed forward, and hit Lin Songyi's belly with his head.

"Sister, be careful!"

Lin Songyi's back was turned to Xie Ling. Lin Zhiyu was worried that she would be injured and shouted.

Lin Songyi had already taken precautions. The most basic thing for a martial artist is to be keenly aware of the dangers around them.

The moment Xie Ling bumped into him, Lin Songyi turned around and kicked him directly on the calf, knocking him to the ground, and said coldly: "Sneak attack from behind, Xie Ling, well done to you."

Xie Ling was injured in the chicken coop yesterday. His body was bruised and bruised and painful at the slightest touch. Now he fell to the ground, his face turned as pale as paper, and tears burst out from his eyes.

"Lin Songyi! How dare you really do it!"

Xie Ling was in so much pain that his nose dripped with mucus.

Lin Songyi was disgusted. She had never seen such a cowardly person.

She no longer cared about Xie Ling and allowed him to rub his feet and curse on the ground. She ordered the servants not to come over and directed Lin Zhiyu to warm up.

About two-quarters of an hour passed, Xie Ling finally stopped rolling and crying when she was tired, and Lin Songyi came over.

"Are you still coming?"

"If you still want to compete, I will accompany you. But whether you are missing an arm or a leg, it is hard to say."

Xie Ling knew from the beginning that he could not beat Lin Songyi. Thinking of what his mother said to him last night, he gritted his teeth and said, "I give up."

There was a hint of sarcasm in the corner of Lin Songyi's mouth. If he came to challenge again, she would respect him three points.

Pity.

"Then let's start today's homework, get up!"

"My leg still hurts."

Xie Ling wanted to be lazy, but he was hungry and wanted to eat pastries.

Lin Songyi lowered her eyes and looked at him, saying word by word: "I'll tell you."

The overwhelming pressure makes people breathless, and the momentum strangles and swallows them inch by inch.

Xie Ling swallowed and climbed up from the ground shakily.

It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. He will admit defeat today. After a few days, he will definitely find a way to kill this bitch!

Just like how he taught Lin Zhiyu before, Lin Songyi first asked Xie Ling to stand upright.

After all, it was a basic skill for getting started, and it was not difficult at all. After being kicked hard by Lin Songyi, Xie Ling stayed firmly grounded and did not dare to move.