Madam, look at the sword!

Chapter 105 I want to learn to kill people

The whole audience exclaimed.

pupils shocked

Wu Rentuya actually sent the letter of challenge to Qingsong Academy.

Is the Third Prince going to beat one of his own?

What is even more shocking is that not only did he want to beat his own people, but the gauntlet ended up in the hands of a girl, the prince also wanted to beat a woman~~.

So where did those bullshit rumors come from?

What prince pity the flower?

Is it all fart?

As a student of Qingsong Academy, when Wu Rentuya sent the letter of war to Qingsong Academy, no one in Qingsong Academy could accept it.

In particular, the girl who received the letter of challenge is called Jiang Muxue. She is the senior sister of the academy and ranks twenty-second on the Qingyun Ranking. The reason why she is here today is to cheer up the Third Prince.

So that she suddenly received a letter of challenge, her delicate face was full of astonishment

Naturally, Qingsong Academy was mostly dominated by the women’s camp, and the voices of questioning resounded throughout the venue:

"Your Majesty, are you still a human being?~~"

……

It caused waves in the four major academies in front of Dali Temple, and the third prince was no longer a human being.

The last needle in Wei Huanchu's hair had just been pulled out by Zhonggu, and a bowl of soup was handed to her.

She picked up the bowl and drank while watching Gu Zhong working on another corpse not far away.

The corpse was placed on a wooden bed. The skin was as pale as paper, but it had a hideous scar from top to bottom. On both sides of the scar were needle holes that were so thick that it was scary. It seemed that the person had been cut in half and then cut in half. It was sewn up by force.

Wei Huanchu had seen this body before. It was hidden from the light in a small house like a woodshed in the yard. She didn't ask about it, and of course she wouldn't ask about it now.

It was only today, in broad daylight, that she saw the scars on this man clearly for the first time, and she had to sigh, is this man really not dead?

Zhong Gu, who had never treated the little princess as an outsider and had not shied away from it before, heard her sipping the soup and looked back and saw the curiosity in her eyes, so she said: "I'm really not dead, maybe I can still live. "

Wei Huanchu frowned: "Is this really possible?"

Zhonggu's silver needle quickly pricked the corpse into a hedgehog, and said: "Yes, but I'm a little unclear now whether Bai Zhi wants to let him live."

Wei Huanchu didn't know the story: "Xiao Bai?"

"Well, do you want to hear a story about an assassin who became a maid?"

Wei Huanchu blinked his eyes, which had become brighter in recent days: "A maid turned assassin? Isn't this story over?"

Zhonggu: "Well, I'm used to reporting intelligence in a concise and to the point way. It's really not suitable for telling stories."

Wei Huanchu smiled and drank all the soup base. After all, this very bitter soup could probably be worth a flower boat on the Huaihe River in one mouthful.

Zhonggu also said: "This person is a very important person to Xiaobai, and he was later involved in a more interesting thing, so the prince doesn't want him to die."

Wei Huanchu didn't ask what the more interesting thing was, because it was just a small talk, and it didn't matter.

Now after taking the last sip of the soup, she stood up: "Zhong Gu, you are busy and I have to leave. I have to practice swordsmanship in the afternoon."

Zhonggu seemed to be very accustomed to this kind of relationship with the little princess, or rather the young lady. She casually inserted a thick needle into the center of the eyebrows of 'Xiaobai's very important person', and then said: "Quickly Go ahead, practicing swordsmanship is tiring."

……

It was not a tiring task for Zhao Chengfeng to defeat Jiang Muxue.

Because Qingyun No. 22 is really not as strong as Mr. Long Xiang, who has been playing with things for a year yesterday.

It's just that he didn't enjoy the treatment of a winner.

Instead, the audience booed continuously

Especially in the Qingsong Academy camp that was supposed to come to cheer and scream for him today, there was a dead silence. The girls who looked familiar now looked at him with confusion and a little hatred.

There is also the Wind Riding Party brought by Hui Ling

He also looked confused, and even his brother could no longer scream.

"I can understand that you should pick the soft persimmons, but I just don't understand why you should pick the ones you own yourself first."

"And I came today to cheer you up. I even thought that if people from other academies on the Qingyun Ranking want to compete with Qian, I can support you in the round, because we are all from Qingsong Academy." Half-kneeling on one knee and with some minor injuries on his left arm, the delicate-looking Jiang Muxue said these words softly.

Her eyes were full of confusion and unwillingness.

She seemed to really want to know why the Third Prince did this, even though she had already lost the fight.

Zhao Chengfeng looked at her expression and listened to her words, and for a moment he felt that he was really not a human being.

So, he came to Jiang Muxue, half-crouched down to meet her eyes, and took out the moiré paper folded into squares: "Take it."

Jiang Muxue frowned and took it: "This is it?"

"love letter."

"what?"

"Remember to go home and watch it secretly alone. It's best to watch it hidden under the quilt."

"..."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Chengfeng stood up, walked down the ring, listened to the boos in his ears, nodded to himself and was very satisfied, feeling that Kyoto was right.

Don't cheer him up all the time.

For the Third Prince, it was still comfortable to hear the boos.

……

It works in conjunction with Zhong Gu's decoction.

Wei Huanchu began to practice swordsmanship as his body became more comfortable and his spirit became better day by day.

She practices the knife in two steps, one is sharpening the knife, and the other is holding the knife.

Sharpening a knife is, of course, more than just sharpening a knife.

From the first day she sat here, Wei Huanchu knew that what she wanted to do was to sharpen her spiritual consciousness into a sharp blade.

Later, when I wanted to learn the sword, what I learned was not the sword, but how to hold the gradually sharpening spiritual consciousness. .

Therefore, in the past few days, Wei Huanchu, who held the knife after sharpening it, had never made a move.

Just standing in the bright sun, eyes closed, eyelashes fluttering, holding a sharp sword as tall as her body, the divisions reflected the sunlight in front of her.

Uncle Sun was drinking tea aside.

A few days ago, he would sometimes look at the sky and sometimes look at the little princess.

But maybe it was because Wei Huanchu was extra focused today, made rapid progress, and looked very nice holding the knife.

So the rough man felt more and more that the little princess really should learn to swordsmanship, because she was really talented.

It seemed that they had thought of it together. When the sun set and the time came to dusk, Wei Huanchu opened his eyes and finished the sword practice and asked: "Uncle Sun, was it you who cut the man lying down by Aunt Zhong? "

Uncle Sun nodded heavily: "Yes, I chopped it."

Maybe he thought of the corpse-like figure and the terrifying scars running through his body from his forehead to how powerful that knife was.

So, a few days ago, I talked about learning swordsmanship, and Uncle Sun agreed.

But Wei Huanchu, who understood that this sword was not that sword, wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, looked at the famous Sun Shanhe again very seriously, and said crisply: "Uncle Sun, I still want to learn to chop people."

The result was the same as last time.

"Okay."

But it's different from last time.

This time the little princess toasted a cup of tea very formally.

While drinking a cup of tea, Sun Shanhe frowned and said, "I always feel that the picture of a girl stabbing someone with a knife is not very good-looking."

Wei Huanchu shook his head and retorted firmly: "No, it's very beautiful. I just like to see blood flowing like a river."

(End of this chapter)