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Tingyuan woke up on a sunny afternoon.

He was in a coma for a day.

In his coma of this day, Yan Huai did not go to school, but let Ting yang to cha Tingyuan injured.

He would like to see who dares to move him.

When Tingyuan wakes up, he rustles his clothes and hears the sound of practicing martial arts in the backyard.

The sound of the wind blowing through the leaves rustled, but I could feel that the swordsman's movements were crisp and clear.

Tingyuan rubbed his eyes, pulled his tail out of the small hole behind his clothes and walked slowly to the back of the room.

Yan Huai is practicing sword in the backyard.

The backyard of Beiyuan is arranged for Yan Huai to practice his sword. On the left side are clumps of green bamboo, on the right side are wooden piles and stone ground, and a big pool is in the middle.

“…… Young master. "

Tingyuan came from the porch and saw Yan Huai rolling with his sword from the stake on the right to the green bamboo on the left.

Yan Huai's eyes have been staring at a certain bamboo.

When he practices martial arts, he will change into black clothes. For the sake of movement sensitivity, he will not wear too many clothes.

His waistline is outlined by a finger wide belt in a beautiful arc, and the black robe skirt rotates rapidly with the speed of his turn.

The knife in his hand flew straight ahead, and his slender arm lifted and fell the sword. His movements were clean and neat, and he was never sloppy.

Yanhuai holds the sword horizontally, and the sword slides along the curve from the edge of the bamboo.

The next second, the bamboo began to break from where it had been cut by the sword.

Yanhuai stares at the top half of the bamboo which is about to slide down. It is a sword. The bamboo is split from the middle by the sword wind.

One side of the broken bamboo pieces flew towards the right court yuan.

Tingyuan took a breath of cold air and backed back, hitting the window with his back.

Yanhuai turns around with his long sword. The tip of the sword falls to the ground one step ahead of others. He picks up a small stone on the ground and bounces a bright white stone toward the direction of Tingyuan.

The stone collided with the bamboo fragments, which were counteracted by the force in front of the court yuan. They were thrown away on both sides and landed on the ground.

Yanhuai picked up the stone on a turn, the other hand to support the ground, a roll up from the ground, steadily fell in the middle of the backyard.

Tingyuan patted his chest in fear and sat down on the ground. His tail was still standing up because of his fright.

"Scared to death, scared to death."

Tingyuan clenched his hands and looked at Yan Huai's negative hand and took up his sword. He exclaimed, "young master, you are scaring me! I'm scared to death

Yan Huai came to him and held out his hand.

Court yuan left to look at the right, see no one nearby, he took Yan Huai's hand.

Yan Huai pulled him up from the ground with a little effort.

His tail wagged and swayed like a cute little dog to his master, not to mention how cute.

"Is there anything wrong with your health?" Yan Huai asked court yuan, "how is your injury feeling?"

Tingyuan shook his head hard. "Childe, I'm ok. My injuries are much better."

Yan Huai said, "that's good." he turned and continued to practice his sword.

Tingyuan sat by and watched, wagging his tail and praising: "childe, you are so fierce!"