In the early morning, Yang Qian came towards the courtyard of the guest room where Qin Qiong lived, refreshed and refreshed.
Behind him, Zhili kept sipping and drinking while walking, holding a cup of hawthorn honey water in his hand, with a pained expression on his face.
Although Zhili vowed to eat more, he would work hard with the young master to strengthen his body so that he could use the bow and arrow as soon as possible and could better guard the young master.
However, the pain of overeating still made Zhili feel that life was worse than death. The only way to relieve his worries was hawthorn honey water...
Qin Qiong, who had just finished breakfast, was active in the courtyard, holding a shiny silver mace in each hand and dancing.
The low whistle and the smooth and fierce slash made Yang Qian's eyes suddenly light up as he just stepped into the courtyard.
"Use..." Yang Qian stopped and hid behind a big tree beside the road.
Looking at Qin Qiong, who was dancing with her maces, unable to splash water, she muttered silently in her heart.
The orange ability copy card was still wading quietly in Yang Qian's consciousness, motionless.
What the hell is going on? Is there something wrong with the card the system gave me?
At this moment, a line of words gradually appeared in his consciousness: The S-class killer skill is too high and cannot be copied.
"..."
What the hell is S-level? What the hell is the trump card? Is it the name of the band?
Who can explain to me, System Dad, what the hell are you doing?
Yang Qian was so shocked that he almost knelt on the ground with his knees weak. The system's showiness was indeed beyond what a mortal like him could have expected.
Zhili was also stunned, staring blankly at the people jumping up and down in front of him. His tall and tall figure always gave off the air of a wretched young master.
What kind of trouble is this, Young Master? Could it be that there is something wrong with General Qin?
Qin Qiong was also a little confused. From the moment Yang Qian appeared at the door of the courtyard, he had already noticed that someone was about to come in.
However, due to his confidence as a martial artist and his ability to show off his skills, Qin Qiong pretended not to know and continued to practice his mace skills.
As a result, the young, gentle and handsome Mr. Yang seemed to have seen a ghost. He was so haunted that he didn't know what he was hiding...
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"Master, what are you doing?" Zhili was still too young after all. Since he felt something was wrong with the master, he should fulfill his responsibilities as a close scholar and senior servant.
Hearing this sound, Qin Qiong was relieved and stopped her dancing moves that were becoming more and more embarrassing for her, showing an expression as if she had just noticed someone approaching.
Yang Qian also breathed a sigh of relief, seeming to realize that what he just did was a bit embarrassing.
"Brother Qin, I'm really sorry. Originally, I wanted to come over and walk around with Brother Qin, but I didn't expect that Brother Qin was practicing martial arts."
"I once heard that martial arts practitioners have a big taboo, that is, someone is peeking at them. Unfortunately, I can't retreat, so I can only..."
Seeing Yang Qian's embarrassed yet humble face and his sincere words, Qin Qiong couldn't help but laugh.
"Brother Xian, it seems that you have been harmed a lot by those so-called rumors that follow others' opinions..."
"Without ten years of hard work, these two iron maces would not be able to be used like an arm. If you can be like me after just a few glances, I am afraid that such a person can only use Tianzong
It can only be described by his talent.”
The smile on Yang Qian's face couldn't help but reveal a hint of bitterness. "Thank you for your advice, brother. It seems that I'm wrong."
"Think about it. If there weren't daily hardships, how could we kill generals, capture flags, and achieve military exploits bravely? As the saying goes, 'Ten years of hard work off the field, a quarter of an hour on the battlefield.'"
Qin Qiong's eyes suddenly lit up, and she looked at Yang Qian with a little more appreciation in her eyes.
"My dear brother is indeed a talented man. His words really hit the mark. 'Ten years of hard work off the field, a quarter of an hour on the battlefield.'
These ten words have fully explained the hardships of warriors like us..."
"I just heard Brother Qin's experience and expressed my feelings."
"My dear brother, you are so humble. Qin was exhausted last night and was about to fall asleep.
But I heard that my dear brother, you are studying "The Six Taoist Teachings of the Grand Duke" by holding a candle. You are so diligent and hardworking, which really makes Qin ashamed..."
The two sat down, Yang Qian and Qin Qiong chatting about everything, but they kept thinking about it in their hearts.
Qin Qiong's trump card is actually the S-level. When Yang Qian saw the S-level, he felt bad.
What the heck, this capital S letter is so irritating to the eyes no matter how you look at it. It’s so spicy that it doesn’t conform to Chinese tradition.
What else can I do? It's too difficult for me. I can't learn the S-level trump card, but at least this famous general Qin Qiong must have more than one martial skill.
In order to learn it, it seems that Yang Qian can only use the orange ability copy card when the other party uses it.
So here comes the question, Qin Qiong was a famous general in the Sui and Tang Dynasties, he was not a monkey trick.
Yang Qian can't tell Qin Qiong to show me all the eighteen martial arts skills you know.
In that case, Yang Qian believed that no matter how good-tempered Qin Qiong was, he would be so humiliated because of his personality that he would get so angry that he would beat him up and leave.
What should I do? Yang Qian was very worried about what kind of reasons and excuses he should find to make Qin Qiong willing to practice martial arts in front of him.
Just when Yang Qian was filled with sorrow, the servants from the mansion came and asked Qin Qiong to go to the livestock shed. The diagnosis of Qin Qiong's horse had been found.
Yang Qian rushed here with Qin Qiong who couldn't wait, and saw three horses locked up in a shed.
Qin Qiong's horse was alone in a small shed, still standing on three legs. Qin Qiong could be seen snoring excitedly, just like a dog meeting its owner.
"General Qin, this horse has injured its hamstring. As the saying goes, it hurts its hamstring for a hundred days, even if it is an animal. This statement is also applicable..." Doctor Xu explained in a very professional manner.
Doctor Xu, who was enshrined in the mansion, not only looked after people but also livestock, so the injuries of Qin Qiong's horse were handed over to Doctor Xu, who could treat both humans and animals.
"What should we do..." Qin Qiong's face suddenly turned ugly. She looked at her mount distressedly and hesitated.
"Brother Yang Xian, Mr. Qin, alas, Mr. Qin has an unkind request. Please accept it, brother Xian."
"Brother Qin, your mount became like this because of me. If Brother Qin has any difficulty, just give me your orders."
"The time limit for Mr. Qin to join the company is coming soon, and we can't delay it any longer. But it's really difficult to travel far in the way it is now."
"Qin wants to trouble Brother Yang Xian to help me take care of the yellow gelding, and then try to pick it up after Qin settles down in the general's tent."
Yang Qian was stunned, and the smile on his face couldn't help but look a little ugly. "Brother Qin, are you leaving?"
"There is really no other way. I have official duties, and tomorrow is the deadline for joining the job. If I go late, I will be disobeying the military order." Qin Qiong also said helplessly.
Yang Qian's eyes rolled around a few times. Suddenly, his eyes fell on another shed, where three horses were jumping lively, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
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