The Order of Purple Thorn

"A slip of the tongue, this is definitely a slip of the tongue." Nan Feng immediately explained. He knew that he had gotten ahead of himself and offended the other two people in Summer Palace with a single sentence.

"What slip of the tongue? If not, I also have the means from the Discipline Hall. " He Yi looked at Nan Feng and said.

"Is it a song? Is this really over then?" Nan Feng asked softly. He was worried that these two women would hold a grudge.

He Yi nodded his head. Actually, she was just scaring Nan Feng a little, she didn't really mind knowing that Nan Feng was joking.

"Today, since you guys have eaten the Imperial Consort's chicken wings, let's have a drunk Imperial Concubine. This is very difficult, if you have any questions, please forgive me. After Nan Feng finished speaking, he pushed the guitar case in front of Ah Li.

He Yi looked at Nan Feng and took out two Purple Gold Coins s from his bag and threw them into the box.

Taking two deep breaths, Nan Feng started, and started the male part of the voice, and when it reached the female part, he kept his voice down.

Very quickly, the song was finished. Nan Feng rubbed his chest, the singing of the female voice was still very tired, and he was a little stifled.

"Nan Feng, there are some words for this tune that I do not understand, but I feel that it has a very high artistic conception, and it is full of attachment and affection, making me sad. Can you write it down?" He Yi looked at Nan Feng and asked.

Nodding his head, Nan Feng felt that it was nothing, the song was appreciated by others.

Holding the brush that Ah Li had prepared, Nan Feng began to write, and made some introductions, "Ma Bow is willing to give up his life for true love, Ma Bow is the place where the story of this song will happen, and it ends with the Tang Dynasty that loves the Tang Dynasty."

"Who knew that my love would be so cold … "It's very sad and beautiful. What are these lyrics?" She was led in by the melody with a misty look in her eyes.

"I didn't write it, I don't have the ability to." After Nan Feng finished his sentence, he went back to cultivate.

Nan Feng's following days were very peaceful, but his cultivation increased very quickly. In these two months, he had already reached the fourth level of Martial Disciple, and it was slightly slower in the second month. After all, it was harder to make progress in cultivation, but he was satisfied with this progress.

asked Ah Li whether she could guide him in cultivating once, and He Yi explained once. He Yi explained it in front of Nan Feng, and the current Nan Feng was supposed to train on his own, cultivate on things that belonged to him, things that belonged to his own style, and the bottom of his own knife technique.

"You don't have a Supervisor, but you can be considered to be a member of the Summer Palace when you cultivate in the Summer Palace. Therefore, you can't lose face in the assessment one month from now. When he saw Nan Feng finish cultivating, he pointed to himself and reminded Nan Feng.

"Living is just living to gain face. He Yi, don't worry! I will try my best. I like that Merit Point reward more. " Nan Feng nodded.

In Tieshan Academy, Merit Point are very practical things, and some cultivation techniques are not open to the public. However, if you have enough Merit Point s, you can exchange them, so Nan Feng will not miss the chance to obtain the Merit Point.

As for the confidence, Nan Feng dared not say it. He did not have a foundation when he came, but there were some Student that had some, but it was not too deep, after all, it was not suitable to be together with freshmen. You are a warrior, just like Tieshan Academy's level 2 Student. College would also not allow it.

With pressure, there would be motivation. Nan Feng's life had gone from a two-point one line, to a three-point one line. Residence, Book Pavilion, Summer Palace.

Bo Dunsha and the rest did not come to find trouble with Nan Feng again. It was not that they did not want to find trouble with him, but that they did not have the chance to. Going to Nan Feng's residence, Bo Dunsha and the others did not dare, the Discipline Hall's punishment was not a joke. The confinement room and the rest did not want to enter anymore, if something like that happened again, it might not be as simple as entering the confinement room.

Nan Feng would sometimes teach Ah Li how to cook. He was more fond of Nan Feng's dishes, which were made by Nan Feng.

"Miss, I've gotten fat." After finishing his meal once again, Ah Li looked at himself in embarrassment.

"When you're done with your work in the future, just like Nan Feng, train hard." Afterhe finished eating, she looked at himself. She was also worried that he had gotten fat.

After thinking for a while, he felt that the weight bearing suit did not have much of an impact or feeling, so he went to the training grounds. He found the Senior Student and changed the weight bearing suit, then directly changed it to a hundred and eighty kilograms.

Nan Feng did not increase it too much at once, because he needed to get used to it. If he suddenly increased it too much, it would delay his training.

The sound of Nan Feng's running hands became louder, causing He Yi to be stunned for a moment. After looking, he understood what was going on. Previously, when his voice had grown softer, it was because Nan Feng was able to control the negative effects that the weight bearing suit brought. Now that his voice had grown louder again, that meant that Nan Feng had become heavier and was unable to speak like before.

Waving the Sabre was very tiring for Nan Feng. After all, his arms were heavy.

After training for a while, Nan Feng's face was covered in sweat.

"No matter when, or if you don't want to use your saber, when you make your move, you must be steady, fast and accurate." He Yi said. She did not mind Nan Feng resting, but he did mind Nan Feng's cultivation.

"Not only must it be stable, fast and accurate, it must also be ruthless." Nan Feng growled, he then continued to use his blade, letting the perspiration trickle down his face.

At this time, He Yi could not say what kind of feeling he had. He wanted to say the knife technique righteously, but he did not emphasize fierceness. She did not want it to affect Nan Feng's character, but now, Nan Feng had said it himself.

During dinner, Nan Feng's hand that was holding the chopsticks slightly trembled.

"Can you still do it? Can you hold the chopsticks steadily?" Ah Li hit Nan Feng's arm.

Clang!

As an echo sounded, Ah Li smacked the heavy armguard.

"What the hell?" Ah Li looked at his own hands, then pulled back Nan Feng's sleeve sleeve to have a look.

"Armguard, with a pair of armguard." After Nan Feng finished, he continued to eat.

At this time, He Yi finally understood why Nan Feng was in such a bad state today. It was because not only did his body feel heavy, his arms were also feeling heavier.

"Can you withstand it?" He Yi asked.

"It's hard work, but I have to work hard. I can't not work hard." Nan Feng ate his fill and put down his tableware, then nodded towards Xia He and Ah Li before he left. His footsteps were heavy, the weight bearing suit s he brought with him were tired as he walked.

"Miss, is this guy crazy?" Watching Nan Feng leave, Ah Li turned his head to look at He Yi and asked.

"He is someone who must be strong. On the surface, he seems to be laughing and laughing, but deep down, his bones are filled with unwillingness to lose."