She has little friendship with Jing Yi. He is not as gentle and talkative as Bai Yixing, nor as humorous and easy-going as Pei Ji, nor as enthusiastic and lively as Joyce. Standing with him, it is better to hug a piece of ice.

Duan Moyan stood in the empty gymnasium, right in front of her. Jing Yi was as silent as an iceberg, silently releasing the cold air. She couldn't help but rub her arms, and the two of them were speechless.

"Your Excellency Marshal..." she said carefully.

Jing Yi stood sideways, not looking at her: "No need to call me that."

Duan Moyan thought to herself, it would be inappropriate to call you teacher. She blinked and said nothing.

Today he is not wearing the military uniform that is buttoned to the neck, and rarely has a sword on his waist. A black long-sleeved shirt wraps his tall and straight body. The outline of the muscles can be faintly seen, but there is no excess skin.

Even if you don't show it, you can't be more serious.

Jing Yi walked to the shelf where weapons were placed, picked up a hand/gun and weighed it, as if feeling the weight.

"Do you know how to use this?" He turned around and asked.

Duan Moyan shook her head honestly.

"Try it." Jing Yi threw the gun to her, Duan Moyan took it and touched it. The gun body was cold to the touch and a little heavy.

This thing was a standard equipment for the senior team in the apocalypse. She learned the posture in her memory and took a one-handed shooting posture, aiming the gun at the gun target hanging on the wall not far away.

Jing Yi walked up to her at some point, and Duan Moyan moved his nose and smelled the smell of the ocean.

"A handgun is a close-range self-defense weapon, so its actual combat environment is destined to be more harsh than that of a long gun. You won't have the opportunity to aim carefully when using it." He paused, "Probably not.

A chance to fire one more shot."

Jing Yi stood quietly beside her. The pressure brought by her tall body made Duan Moyan's hands tremble a little. She frowned and forced her muzzle to aim at Shihuan.

"Being able to accurately aim at the target within the target is nothing. How to hit an enemy within ten meters is what needs to be considered." He said calmly, his voice was slow and slow, "Usually you only have the chance to fire two shots quickly.

After two shots, either the enemy will be knocked down by you, or you will be stabbed several times."

The corner of Duan Moyan's mouth twitched. Just as she was about to put down the gun, a big hand stopped her.

"Do not move."

Her breath froze, and she felt Jing Yi coming closer, but he didn't touch her. He just gently held her wrist with his fingers and lifted it up, like a dragonfly touching water. She could clearly feel his hand through the white gloves.

The temperature above is cool and lower than the body temperature of ordinary people.

"Stretch your hands straight." He almost strictly calibrated the height of her wrist, then looked at their positions, and moved his feet to stand beside her.

Duan Moyan only felt a palm fall on her shoulder, and the other hand supported her arm. The cold fragrance of the ocean became clearer, and the smell of a strange man occupied her mind. Duan Moyan

His hands and feet began to become stiff.

"Breathe." The person in his ear whispered. Duan Moyan was stunned for a moment, then let out a breath after listening to his words.

Jing Yi patted her slightly trembling arm, and his fingers bore most of the weight of her hand/gun. From a distance, the two of them seemed to be standing close to each other.

"Breathing is very important in shooting. The farther the distance, the greater the impact. Most novices will hold their breath and aim. This is wrong." Jing Yi said slowly, his eyes lowered, as if he saw through the gun in her hand.

Elsewhere, "If you breathe unsteadily, the stability of your muscles will be affected. Now, forget that I am by your side and find the breathing rate that best suits you."

His smooth voice seemed to have magic power. Duan Moyan gradually calmed down. She began to concentrate on aiming. The time of her breathing and breathing gradually reached a certain pattern. When she felt that she was in the best condition, she held her breath and pulled the trigger.

There was a gunshot sound of "Bang -", and there was a black hole in the target in the distance, and blue smoke came out.

"Very good." Jing Yi said expressionlessly as he let go of her hand.

Duan Moyan took a breath and silently complained in her heart: Your compliment is no different from "standing at attention".

However, she still accepted the instruction with an open mind: "Thank you, Marshal, for your guidance."

Jing Yi made a move but said nothing.

Later, Duan Moyan tried shooting practice with close-range targets and moving targets. As the morning passed, her accuracy gradually improved, but he no longer got as close to her as before, teaching her step by step.

During the break, Duan Moyan sat on a soft cushion and drank water, while Jing Yi stood at the door of the gymnasium and looked into the distance. The light light fell on him, and he seemed to have lost his temperature.

During this period, the two had almost no communication, and Duan Moyan attributed this reason to the generation gap.

There was a generation gap in three years. Although his and Bai Yixing's genetic races were not listed in the handsome boy's illustrated book, the commander of the three armies held a high position and could not be younger, so Duan Moyan never regarded him as his peer.

look.

——The bloodline of modern people has become alienated, maybe they are over forty years old.

She chatted casually with Lidya on the terminal and learned that Jing Yi was not here and their training today was much easier, just running around the playground.

[Lydia: Asking him to give you private tutoring is really a hardship on you!]

[Lydia: I heard that this person in the legion is the least sympathetic, and has not even had a fiancée for so many years.]

Duan Moyan scratched his head. Although he was not considerate, he seemed to be okay...

"What's that in your hand?"

The man didn't know when he approached, so he stood aside and looked down at her.

Duan Moyan followed his gaze and raised the oil paper bag in his hand.

"Braised duck neck, spicy."

Jing Yi frowned, showing a rare expression of disapproval: "Is your chef giving you these?"

"I like it myself."

"These foods are not healthy."

"Smoking second-hand smoke and car exhaust are also unhealthy."

"The two are not the same."

Duan Moyan wiped her hands and raised the oil paper bag: "Do you want to try it? It's delicious."

Jing Yi paused for a moment, swallowing what he was about to say. He turned away and said, "No need."

Duan Moyan shrugged. It seemed that the Marshal didn't like spicy food. She lowered her head, so she didn't see the twinkling light in his ice-blue eyes.

The martial arts defense classes for the Purifiers lasted only one morning, only twice a week. The Council did not expect all of them to be highly skilled. At most, they could learn some self-protection abilities.

Jing Yi stood at a high place and watched Duan Moyan gradually walk away with her bag on her back, her figure gradually blending into the lush woods until she was invisible.

Only a very few people know that this gifted young Pure Master is still a pure-blooded human being. She is truly the only person in this federation.

On the path beside the gymnasium, two men in robes were standing on the roadside talking. They must have seen Duan Moyan, who had just left.

"This one is rare and not arrogant."

“I heard that I also work very hard in class.”

One of them shook his head: "There were seven great purifiers before the Federation, but now there are eight. The balance of the seven continents has been broken, and Oviwe Asia will definitely become the target of public criticism."

"Although Nancawen Continent is extremely cold, the bloodline genes of their purifier are very powerful and have not declined for more than ten years. The high-level purifiers in Huoben Lazhou have grown the fastest in recent years, and they are therefore arrogant.

The net masters of Tizhou and Kugardnozhou are all senior figures, and they have accepted countless students, and their students are everywhere."

They comment on others arbitrarily, with a relaxed and careless tone.

Jing Yi stood motionless next to a wall. As long as he didn't make a sound, he seemed to blend into the environment.

The two people were still talking.

"Only Oweiweiya, Chaojuan Jingzhu has been famous for thirty years. The older he gets, the weaker his strength is. In recent years, he has not even shown his face, which is no different from evaporating. Although Moyan Jingzhu is young, his origin is doubtful.

She doesn’t even have a family. Although she has a strong talent, whether she can continue in the future depends on the family she is engaged to. In recent years, many people have died due to accidents..."

The man suddenly fell silent in the middle of his discussion, as if being stared at by a piercing gaze, and a deathly tremor rose from the soles of his feet.

They turned around tremblingly and saw a man slowly walking out of the stadium gate.

The person who came was silver-haired and black-clothed, with an expressionless face. His whole body seemed to be enveloped in a chilling air pressure, making him breathless.

Their faces instantly turned pale: "Yuan, Marshal?"

It's over - I heard that the marshal has been tutoring Master Jing in martial arts alone in recent days, and they just discussed Duan Moyan in front of him...

The military boots made a crisp clicking sound on the gravel road. Jing Yi's expression remained unchanged. Every step he took seemed to be stepping on their hearts. No one dared to move or run because their bodies seemed to be frozen.

Jing Yi glanced at the two of them: "Go on."

They shook their heads like rattles: "My subordinates dare not..."

"Who gave you the courage to talk about Jingzhu behind his back?" Jing Yi said solemnly, cold sweat dripping down their foreheads, but they didn't dare to wipe it off.

"As teachers, you should be in the classroom."

The two of them looked around and couldn't speak.

Jing Yi glanced at their ID tags with cold eyes and said nothing. He just called up the terminal and raised his hand to operate it twice.

"Member number 33098, 42101. From today on, you will be deprived of the right to teach at the Parliament College. If you enter the college again, you will be arrested by soldiers. Leave now, don't let me send you away."

The two people's faces instantly turned pale. They bent down and apologized: "Yes... I'm sorry." After saying that, they ran away in despair, shrinking their necks, faster than anyone else.

Jing Yi watched them fleeing away indifferently. As the highest-ranking commander of the three armed forces in the federation and the marshal of the Su Bing Army, he had special rights and could preemptively punish low-level officials in any department without being subject to parliamentary supervision.

Killing two gossipy congressmen casually had no impact on him. Besides, the Jing family is an old military family that has stood for a hundred years and has made great contributions to the federation. Their family members' military ranks combined are higher than those in the entire continent.

People dare to move.

Jing Yi walked along the path Duan Moyan left, recalling what the two people had said just now in her mind.

'Birth is doubtful, there is no family, and the future is a mystery...'

The young Jingzhu, without the protection of a strong family, the parliament and the government were just groups pursuing power and interests. She was like a light bulb that was forced to be turned on, glowing in everyone's hands.

What the two of them said is not entirely unreasonable. Many Purifiers died in childhood, and even in recent years, many have died due to accidents or disappeared.

There are also extremely talented individuals among them. Their lives are bound by various power struggles. In the eyes of those in high positions, Duan Moyan's fate is almost in the hands of her future fiancée.
Chapter completed!