Host, You're Targeted

TingYang followed Xiulin for a day, from the end of the performance back to the inn, to leave Qingqiu, have been following.

This day down, TingYang did not find anything.

It's up to Yan to patrol the border.

There are several things to be done in the trial, and the most important one is to practice martial arts.

Yan Huai no longer went to school, but stayed in the mansion to practice martial arts all day.

Yanhuai does not go out, the court yuan is naturally bored, every day can only wag a small tail to follow behind Yan Huai.

When Yan Huai studied, he polished ink, and when he practiced sword, he sat under the eaves with a teapot in his arms.

After all, he can't do any Kung Fu. It's not TingYang. He can't fight with Yanhuai.

After such a month, the grass is about to grow in Tingyuan.

Tingyuan has nothing to do every day. When Yanhuai is practicing his sword seriously, he can't rush up to pay attention.

It's too idle to be courteous. The court is worried!

Worried, he began to cry a face.

Finally one day, the reaction nerve is very slow TingYang found his something wrong.

"Young master." TingYang holding the sword was forced to retreat by Yan Huai, a foot against the wall to stabilize the body, "what happened to the court yuan recently?"

Yan Huai's strength increased, and he wanted to defeat TingYang like this.

"What else can he do? It's just that it's boring to stay here every day. I have nothing to do and worry about it. "

TingYang horizontal sword to avoid the strength of Yanhuai's hands, jump to the tree trunk.

Yanhuai catch up, TingYang toes against the trunk from the leaves fly out.

"In fact, I'm very boring. It's like this every day." The sword on TingYang's hand kept on, but it was blocked by Yan Huai.

Yan Huai coldly hissed: "are you also a child? What are you bored with? "

TingYang no longer answers, the foot a turn on the rotation, and Yan Huai fight action is also crisp.

Tingyuan leaned against the pillar, looked at it and began to yawn.

After several moves, TingYang and Yanhuai stopped. They stepped back and put their swords behind them.

Seeing that they stopped, Tingyuan trotted over with the teapot and poured tea for them.

He found his own movements more and more skillful.

Ah. Tingyuan sighs in his heart, life is not easy!

Isn't he here to fall in love? Why are you a servant now?

"Court yuan." Yan Huai patted him on the head and said, "I'm a little hungry. Go to the kitchen and see what cakes you have. Bring some here."

When it comes to food, the listless Tingyuan's eyes shine.

"Yes Tingyuan put the teapot on the table, patted the ashes on his body and ran away.

"This is really a child." TingYang poured himself a cup of tea and drank it all.

Yanhuai took the sword back into the scabbard and sat down at the table. He drank the tea that Tingyuan had poured for him.

"TingYang, you said boring. Do you have any way to make Tingyuan happy?"

TingYang smiles mysteriously and raises his eyebrows with pride.

"There are ways, of course." TingYang looks around.

Yan Huai kicked him under the table, the expression on his face is still indifferent.

"If you have something to say, don't sell it."

TingYang covered his feet, "did you forget, young master? Tingyuan, this child has only been transformed into human form for a few months. When is this? When you were transformed into human form, there was an adult ceremony! We can take advantage of the name of the ceremony for Tingyuan, go out for a few days, and go to the border of Qingqiu to see the situation. Don't you always want to see the border? "