Martial Arts: People in Beiliang, kill enemies and become stronger

The temperature in the room plummets

The flames inside the stove flickered

An icy murderous aura pervaded

Cao Changqing looked at Lin Xuan, if he nodded slightly, he was afraid that this Cao official, the most amorous official in the world, would go to Qingliang Mountain in an instant to ask Xu Xiao for an explanation.

"It's not."

Lin Xuan shook his head: "I hit." "

The originally murderous Cao official immediately died down, but his face was still a little gloomy.

"General, I have to give an explanation."

Cao Changqing spoke.

"The official is in no hurry."

Mu Qing'er opened her mouth to explain: "Gongzi did this to hide people's eyes and confuse Xu Xiao.

Jiang Ni was brought into the palace by Xu Xiao, and Gongzi dared to ask for it, which would inevitably arouse his suspicions. "

"That's why I came up with such a method."

Cao Changqing's face eased, but looking at the girl sleeping soundly on the bed, he was still a little distressed: "General, you don't need to be so heavy, just go through the motions." "

"My righteous father is not so easy to fool."

Lin Xuan shook his head.

Cao Changqing sat down at the end of the bed, carefully taking Jiang Ni's pulse, and after a moment, a slight hesitation came out of his mouth.

He could feel that in the position of Jiang Ni's heart and internal organs, there was an extremely domineering cold qi.

But this cold breath did not cause any damage to her body, but instead acted very mildly, constantly repairing the injuries in her body.

Without thinking, Cao Changqing knew that this was Lin Xuan's handwriting.

"Don't worry, official."

Mu Qing'er said softly: "Jiang Ni is only a skin injury, and it will heal after a period of cultivation." "

After taking the pulse, Cao Changqing's heart breathed a sigh of relief.

"General, can you hand over the princess to me."

He spoke.

"Can't."

Lin Xuan shook his head: "The official should know that now is far from the time to restore the country, and it is not the time for you to recognize her."

She can only be Jiang Ni at present, a slave in the Zhenbei General's Mansion, both to stabilize Xu Xiao and to protect her. "

"Can you let the princess follow me to practice in the Sharpening Hall."

Cao Changqing asked.

"She can worship you as a teacher."

Lin Xuan said with a smile: "But you have to follow me to practice swords, this girl is a natural sword training embryo, in time, her attainment in the sword path should not be low." "

"The Great General knows swordsmanship?"

Cao Changqing was surprised.

"Hee-hee."

Mu Qing'er pursed her lips and smiled: "The official doesn't know, my son's sword path is also a world-class strongman, but he has never used it." "

Cao Changqing had no objection to Lin Xuan's arrangement, and now Jiang Ni's arrival made up for the regret in his heart.

There are only two last things left in this life, disrupting the world, overthrowing the imperial court, and restoring the temple of the Chu state.

"Thank you, General."

This most amorous man in the world stood up and saluted respectfully.

"You're welcome."

Lin Xuan waved his hand: "Finding Jiang Ni is not only for you, but also for General Ben's own plans." "

After staying in the room for a while, Cao Changqing returned to the Sharpening Hall.

A few days later

The snow stopped

Inside the room

The woman who had slept for days and nights slowly opened her eyes, and the exhaustion in her body faded.

She got up from the bed blankly, looked at everything in the room, and looked at herself again.

The clean skirt, the trauma is basically good, and the body is not cold, but exceptionally warm.

"It won't be a dream."

Jiang Ni muttered, and then as soon as his eyes were closed, he was about to lie down and sleep again.

A rare sweet dream, she didn't want to wake up so quickly, after all, she felt that her life in the Zhenbei General's Mansion was hellish torture.

"Stop sleeping."

But immediately, her dream was shattered, and when Jiang Ni opened her eyes, she saw Dapan'er looking at her with her hands on her chest.

"Ugh."

She screamed in fright.

Curled up at the foot of the bed, his delicate body trembled, his eyes were terrified, and he wanted to feel the dagger from inside his sleeve robe.

"Are you looking for this thing?"

As soon as the palm of the big plate was turned, the dagger appeared in the hand.

"Give it back to me."

Gingni whispered.

"I'll keep this for you for the time being."

Dapan'er shook his head and put the dagger away.

Although Jiang Ni didn't want to, along the way, he was already scared by the big plate, and he didn't dare to resist, so he could only silently write down this feud.

"Get up."

The big plate spoke.

The latter reluctantly went to the ground.

"After lunch, go to the Sharpening Hall, copy fifty volumes of Chinese sword recipes, and bring them back before dark."

Dapan'er's tone was unquestionable: "If you can't finish copying, don't eat dinner." "

"Take her to the kitchen."

A maid came in and led Gingni out of the courtyard.

Inside the small compound

The courtyard is silent

Lin Xuan was concentrating on practicing the sword, and Jiang Ni glanced at him and immediately quickened his pace.

"Is this the Hall of Sharpening?"

Jiang Mu followed the maid to the Sharpening Knife Garden, and saw Nangong Servant Shooting who was practicing the sword from a distance, and his heart tightened, as if he hadn't seen it.

"Sir, the great general asked the slave to bring someone to copy the fifty volumes of sword genealogy."

The maid led Ginger to stand at the door of the sharpening hall.

"Come in."

A moment later, Cao Changqing's voice sounded, in the general's mansion, only a very few people knew that there was such an elegant man in the sharpening hall, and as for those who knew Cao Changqing's identity, there were even fewer of them.

"You go inside."

The maid said to Gingni beside her.

Jiang Niti entered the sharpening hall with a heart, and the first feeling was that it was dark, and the entire stone house looked a little gray, and there were candles lit inside, emitting a faint and dim light.

After walking a few steps, she gradually adjusted to the darkness in the sharpening hall, and only then did she see clearly that there was a figure sitting cross-knee in the hall, reading.

Cao Changqing raised his head, glanced at Jiang Ni, and quickly turned his gaze elsewhere, his expression did not change at all.

Just said, "The great general asked you to copy the book?" "

"Hmm."

Jiang Ni nodded, for some reason, she had an inexplicable affinity for this elegant man.

I felt a little familiar, but I couldn't remember anything.

"Copy what?"

"Fifty volumes of the Chinese Sword Spectrum."

"Over here."

Cao Changqing pointed to a bookshelf road.

"Thank you sir."

Gingni cast a grateful look, then took out a pen, ink and paper, sat cross-kneeled, and began to copy roll by roll.

Cao Changqing did not speak, just read the book by himself.

Evening

Jiang Ni returned to the Sharpening Hall with a slump, and it turned out that the copied sword score had typos and omissions.

This copy is busy until half the night is over.

Gradually

She seems to have found that life in the Zhenbei General's Mansion is not as bad as she imagined.

Lin Xuan did not take anything from her, nor did he continue to make things difficult for himself, every day he did the work of a slave, washed and cooked, swept the floor, and the rest of the time was to go back and forth to the small courtyard and the sharpening hall to copy the sword score.

However, the Zhenbei general had extremely strict requirements, no typos and omissions, and even unfair handwriting had to be recopied.

Fortunately, in the sharpening hall, there is also Mr. Tsing Yi to accompany, although Mr. does not say much, Jiang Ni has tried to talk many times.

But Cao Changqing turned a deaf ear, but sometimes pointed out the shortcomings in her copying sword scores.

Gradually

Jiang Ni was a little accustomed to the days in the General's Mansion, but he was also idle.

Big plate

Small plate

There are also Mu Qing'er and Lin Yunqin

It's all very good for her, less intrigue

The most important thing is that there is a large monthly salary every month.

Even Lin Xuan was not like in the Northern Liang Royal Mansion, with a cold face every day, but often talked and laughed.

End of March

The ice and snow in Yan County have melted, the weather is slowly warming up, and spring ploughing has begun one after another.

Then there was Xiaping County, in addition to Duoyan Sanwei, more than 100,000 displaced people were resettled and dozens of new villages and towns were built.

Only the snow of the party has not yet melted, but the prefecture Yamen has already sent a cartload of grain seeds to the party.

The whole swallow land

Spring

Rough waves of snow rush out of the Dafu Mountains, pour into the Iris River, and water the fields on both sides.

In Yanzhou City, farmers and traders come and go every day, and the fields are busy.

Inside the Great General's Mansion in the north of the town

Listen to the flower lake

Lin Xuan and Nangong Servant were fighting, embroidered winter and spring thunder in hand, white clothes agitated, two knives cut out, and the sword qi burst out, towards the white-robed man on the opposite side.

The swallow knife in Lin Xuan's hand vibrate, and he cut it out casually, then shattered the blade light, took two steps in a row, and the swallow knife slashed down.

"Shhhh

Nangong Servant shot the knife horizontally, the knife qi slashed on the double knife, and her body flew out uncontrollably.

Falling in the blue pool, the lake under his feet was directly split into a crack more than ten feet wide.

The icy waters of the lake rush to the sides.

Nangong Servant shot down on the waves, qi and blood surged up, his pretty face was slightly red, his beautiful eyes were wide open, and he was panting heavily, so that the peaks were shrugged, which was extremely eye-catching.

Lin Xuan withdrew his gaze with some reluctance, put the long knife into the sheath, and casually threw it to Jiang Ni on the side.

Nangong Servant calmed his breath, and with a little tiptoe, he jumped out of the lake and landed on the shore.

"How much force?"

She spoke.

"Issei."

Lin Xuan raised his eyebrows.

Nangong Servant was extremely depressed.

Nine Stops claimed to be able to kill Finger Xuan, but in the face of Lin Xuan, who suppressed his cultivation to the Finger Xuan Realm, her Nine Stops were useless.

Ten fights were fought in three days, and all ten were lost.

She couldn't even force out Lin Xuan's full strength.

That man's cultivation, even if he actively suppressed it in the Xuan Realm, could not see the bottom. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

"Don't be discouraged."

Lin Xuan comforted: "Nine stops and comes out, ordinary Xuan Realm can only drink hatred under your sword." "

"Yet."

He changed his tone: "Your son-in-law, how can those waste fingers in the Xuan Realm touch porcelain." "

Ginger Ni on the side was slander in his heart.

"Want to surpass me in the Xuan Realm."

Lin Xuan chuckled: "You must at least practice until fourteen stops." "

The corner of Nangong Servant's mouth twitched, and a sense of powerlessness involuntarily arose in his heart, as his cultivation improved.

She could feel the horror of the man in front of her more and more.

Not only cultivation, but also the realm of Dao.

"Great General, drink tea."

Jiang Ni brought a cup of tea with great insight, Lin Xuan took it, and sat down on the chair.

What happened to today's 100 volumes of sword genealogy?

He asked.

"It's already copied."

Jiang Ni carefully took out a wooden box from behind him and took out the copied sword spectrum inside.

Lin Xuan glanced at ten lines, and after a little effort, he read them all, and then said, "Copy another hundred volumes tomorrow." "

"Ugh."

When Jiang Ni heard this, he slumped his face and said sullenly: "Can you copy less." "

"What do you think?"

"Forget it, I'd better copy it."

She shrunk her neck and could only go to the sharpening hall with her own care.

Lin Xuan handed the copied sword spectrum in his hand to Nangong Servant: "Take a look, but what did you find?" "

After Nangong Servant took it, at first he just glanced at it, and only felt that the handwriting was beautiful and neat, but when he looked at it again, he felt that there seemed to be something strange in these copied sword handwriting.

"It's sword qi."

After a moment of silence, Nangong Servant spoke, his tone a little uncertain.

"That's right."

Lin Xuan nodded with a smile: "Jiang Ni is a born sword practitioner. "

"Why don't you teach her swordsmanship directly."

Nangong Servant was a little puzzled.

"If you directly teach swordsmanship, it belongs to the inferior."

He shook his head: "I let him copy the sword score martial arts in the Sharpening Dao Hall every day, in order to broaden his horizons and cultivate his sword qi." "

"It's a good idea."

Nangong Servant: "It's just that some are not suitable for ordinary people." "

"If you don't work harder, I'm afraid that you will be surpassed by Gingni in the future."

Lin Xuan said with a smile: "Don't cry your nose then." "

"Ahem, it's not without quick methods, if you want to speed up your practice, you can come to my room tonight."

Nangong Servant's eyes looked disdainful: "Don't think I don't know what kind of calculation you made." "

"What abacus?"

Lin Xuan was serious: "Don't be kind as a donkey's liver and lungs." "

"The devil believes in you."

Nangong Servant rolled his eyes, carried two long knives, and also walked towards the Sharpening Hall.

"Eat it."

Dapan'er came over with a smile.

"What a."

He stretched out his hand and took it into his arms: "General Ben never knew what it means to be deflated. "

"But now I want to eat grapes."

"Cluck, the slave will go and wash the grapes for Gongzi."

Dapan'er broke free from his embrace, walked gracefully, and walked towards the backyard.

There was no major war in Yanzhou this year, and in the first battle last year, the northern python was wounded, and it was impossible to go south within 210 days.

Most of the cavalry of Yandi were transferred to Shangdang and Broken Dragon Pass, attacking the Northern Python while sweeping the Huqiang tribes on the grassland based on the Duoyan Sanwei.

Luo Wentong, the county hand of the upper party, was responsible for building the city, and Zhang Wei, the other driver, was responsible for fighting.

Spring ploughing in the prefecture is followed by the Pastoral and Agricultural Department, so Lin Xuan, the Yanzhou Taishou, is very idle.

He patrolled from place to place, and spent most of the rest of the time in the general's mansion, practicing martial arts and processing official documents sent from various places.

Fast forward to the end of June

Jiang Ni had already copied all the sword recipes in the entire Sharpening Hall.

"Great General, this is the last hundred volumes of sword genealogy."

The scorching sun hangs high, the warm wind gusts, echoing in the courtyard, bamboo shadows, blue waves.

Inside the gazebo

Lin Xuan was fishing by the railing, and Jiang Ni was a little apprehensive in his heart.

"Have you copied it all?"

He never looked back.

"Hmm."

"It's all copied."

Ginger nodded.

"Have you memorized all the sword recipes?"

Lin Xuan asked.

"Nope."

Jiang Ni shook his head: "There are too many sword scores, and I only care about copying them, and I don't remember much." "

"Give you three months, write down all the sword recipes in the Sharpening Hall, and write down every word."

His tone was unquestionable.

"Is there a problem?"

"Nope."

Jiang Ni said this on his lips, but muttered in his heart: "Who can remember so many sword recipes." "

Lin Xuan seemed to have mind reading skills, and said lightly: "If you are scolding me, I will throw you into the ice cellar in the house." "

"No, no, the slave didn't scold the general."

Ginger hurriedly explained.

On two occasions before, because she didn't finish copying the sword sheet on time, Lin Xuan threw her into the ice cellar for the night.

Until now, Ginger Ni still has a shadow in his heart.

After he left, a figure approached, and the cyan robe sparkled in the wind.

"Such a good embryo, it's just a little lazy, and you have to force it."

Lin Xuan said to the people.

Cao Changqing sat on the ground, took out a jug of wine from his sleeve robe, and his eyebrows were a little less sad than when he first entered the house.

"The princess's internal strength and sword qi have improved rapidly."

Cao Changqing opened the plug, leaned on the railing, took a sip of bamboo leaf green, and said, "Your method is really effective." "

"Do you think I lied to you?"

Lin Xuan raised his eyebrows: "General Ben's sword technique does not say the top three in the world, but it can also rank in the top ten in the world." "

"Teach a ginni, more than enough."

"Miss Qing'er said, you let me go to Wudang."

Cao Changqing said, "What are you going to do?" "

"Scrap the internal power of the Wudang Sect."

He said, "Are you sure?" "

"Wang Chonglou?"

Cao Changqing's face was solemn.

"Hmm."

Lin Xuan nodded.

"He is Xu Xiaoliu's dark son, if he can kill, he will kill him, and if he can't kill him, he will be seriously injured, or even abolished his cultivation."

"It's a little difficult."

The most merry man in the world raised his head and drank the wine in the jar, then got up and left.

"But I can try."

When the words fell, he disappeared.