That fight was, to put it nicely, embarrassing. To put it harshly, it was too embarrassing.
Jian Xin blushed with shame when she thought about that, but it also inspired her to study martial arts hard every day. After a few days, she learned a lot of moves. She took the trouble to practice each move over and over again.
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Prince Ling finally couldn't help but mock, "Some moves can be memorized after practicing them once or twice. Why practice them dozens or hundreds of times? You are not a stupid person with low qualifications."
Jian Xin was immersed in the joy of becoming more and more skillful in his movements. When he heard what he said, he lost all interest. He simply stopped and walked up to him, "I am striving for excellence. As a master, isn't that what you want?"
"...Striving for excellence? No matter how hard you practice the moves, you won't improve. It's a waste of time." King Ling shook his head.
"I'm afraid I won't become a master." Jian Xin muttered.
"Yes. Once you have laid the foundation, I will teach you a magical skill. That's when you practice it dozens of times a day."
"Can you reveal something now?" Jian Xin looked forward to it.
Prince Ling snorted impatiently, "It's still early!"
"Oh, forget it if you don't want to, I'll keep practicing." Jian Xin raised his sword and was about to repeat the moves he just made, but was stopped by Prince Ling, "Stop practicing, I'll teach you new ones."
"good."
He took down a sword from Chen Bingjia, demonstrated twenty moves in a row, and then said to her, "Practice!"
"Ah..." Jian Xin frowned, "Why so many?" A few days ago, he taught no more than ten moves at a time, and this time he not only increased the number, but also increased the difficulty.
"It will increase every few days, and it will become more and more difficult to learn. You have to adapt. This is how I got here."
"Okay!" Jian Xin raised his sword and was about to practice, when he remembered that he had just been talking and had completely forgotten all the moves.
"I forgot everything." She looked a little embarrassed and looked at him sheepishly.
Prince Ling snorted coldly, "Don't talk nonsense next time." Then he demonstrated again.
Jian Xin watched with wide eyes. As soon as his last move was completed, she swung her sword. However, after the fifteenth move, she couldn't remember it and could only stop and look at him apologetically.
Prince Ling was not angry this time and started to demonstrate for the third time. Jian Xin had an idea and followed him to practice. Seeing a happy smile on his face, she was stunned. When she came to her senses, she realized that she was half a move too late and hurriedly
In addition, due to the uncoordinated movement, the sword in his hand collided with his sword.
"Bang." Her sword was bounced to the ground, and she realized that even the master's ordinary moves were very powerful.
"Keep an eye on the last five moves." Prince Ling turned a blind eye to what just happened. After she reacted, he slowed down and demonstrated the last five moves.
This time, I remembered everything, and Jian Xin practiced it completely, although there was some stiffness in the coherence of movements.
"Okay." King Ling cheered, but his face was expressionless, "Two more times."
After doing it twice, Jian Xin became much more proficient, and suddenly he pointed at King Ling with his sword.
"Hey, you are..." Prince Ling was a little surprised.
"I want to compete with you." Jian Xin pretended to be serious, but there was still a bit of playfulness on her face.
"I don't want to save you again." Prince Ling did not hide his disdain at all.
"Why don't you use 10% of your skills to compete with me?" She refused.
"One level is enough for you to die several times." King Ling shook his head and walked out of the martial arts training ground. "When you go back, remember to review what I just taught you."
"Hey..." She followed, but he used Qing Gong and quickly disappeared from sight.
"Alas..." Jian Xin paced, but for the past few days, he had always left alone and never asked her to accompany him, so she was used to it.
However, two days later, at the martial arts training ground, King Ling asked, "Where did you come from? I suddenly saw you appear in the palace."
Jian Xin couldn't help but laugh, it was the first time she heard him say something that had nothing to do with martial arts training.
"Pangu Yangshi, have you heard of it?"
"Oh?" He frowned, looking at her as if she wasn't joking, "This is probably the most difficult thing. How did you do it?"
"I was riding a horse on the prairie. I felt confused for a moment, and then I found myself in a desert on the first level of the abyss."
Mother, grassland, she felt a sense of sadness coming back to her heart.
"I see, I thought you were an expert who deliberately hid your true abilities." King Ling disagreed, but he still felt a little emotional in his heart. The possibility of traveling to a different world without any help is extremely slim.
"I still have to wait for you to turn me into an expert." Jian Xin subconsciously moved the sword in her hand.
"That will happen in the future, but I believe it's not far away." King Ling raised his sword, "Look, you need to learn what you need to learn today."
He had a Xue Lin on his waist, but he was using another sword in his hand. Jian Xin found it a bit funny and couldn't help but laugh.
"What's wrong with you?" Prince Ling's posture remained unchanged and he looked at her doubtfully.
"It's okay, please go ahead!" Jian Xin immediately stopped laughing and said seriously.
"Boring." He shook his head, spit out two words, flew into the air, and performed another series of complicated movements.
She danced with the sword, and he watched expressionlessly from the side, occasionally correcting her.
When she learned the content of the day, he always told her to go back to practice, and then left the martial arts field before her. If she wanted to follow, he would use Qinggong to leave quickly.
She just wanted to communicate more with the person who taught her martial arts.
But apart from practicing martial arts, he no longer had any other words or actions towards her.
That face resembles that of King Cang Teng, but one is always cloudy and the other is always cold.
However, this has nothing to do with depression, it seems that all emotions are blocked.
"Why do you want to teach me martial arts?" she asked him.
His heart tightened, but he soon saw from her unsuspecting eyes that she didn't know.
"Didn't I say that? Brother Wang is busy with state affairs, and I will share his worries." Prince Ling turned his back and clasped his hands behind his back, feeling a little impatient.
"Okay!" Jian Xin was a little unhappy at being thrown cold water on her, but she was still confused. It would be difficult for an indifferent person to help others no matter how much he thought about his brother.
Maybe he is passionate inside?
Thinking this way, she felt a little relieved.
Every time I pass by Chenning Palace, there are endless shouts and curses inside, and even my voice is hoarse, but my tone is not weak at all.
"Shao Kefan, you are so ambitious, you bastard..."
"He scolds me all day long, but it doesn't help at all."
Passing by Chenning Palace, Jian Xin took a look at the tightly locked doors and windows and couldn't help but sigh.
"Hmph, scolding may not necessarily make you feel better, but at least it will make you feel better." Prince Ling snorted disdainfully, "After all, he is the king of the kingdom."
"His situation has reached this point, why don't you sympathize with him?" She defended Lord Zeguan.
"Sympathy." King Ling shook his head, "It has no value, and sometimes it can cause trouble. Besides, I am a Cangteng person, and I have no reason to sympathize with a fallen monarch of another country."
"Oh...it's so pitiful." She felt a little sad.
"You are too kind to accomplish anything big." There was a trace of ridicule on his lips.
"I never thought about doing anything big, I just wanted to live a simple life."
"Forget it, I think your character is destined to be mediocre."
Walking into the martial arts training ground, it was half an hour earlier than usual today, but there were already many people practicing martial arts inside.
Although she pursues a simple life, the word mediocre doesn't sit well with her. "If I practice martial arts well, I won't be mediocre if I become a master."
"Haha." Prince Ling laughed, "Martial arts are just tools, otherwise it would be a pity for you to practice martial arts well."
"It can be used for self-defense. You can say it's a self-defense tool."
Prince Ling leaned slightly toward her, "Martial arts are mainly used to attack people."
For a moment, she actually felt a little scared.
"Watch it, I'm going to teach you today." Seeing her in a daze, he waved the sword in his hand in front of her eyes.
"Okay." She was excited and looked at him quickly.
After practicing, she was alone in Wei Palace, recalling that the yelling and cursing in Chenning Palace was still going on. She suddenly wanted to go in to visit him, but she gave up the idea.
After all, we don't know each other.
He was angry all day long, not only because of the subjugation of his country and the murder of his sister, but also for a negligible reason that he didn't even know, which was that lonely souls could not take root in other countries!
Shao Kefan did not kill the king of the kingdom. He preferred to see his desolate appearance rather than death. The king of Qifeng was once imprisoned in the Chenghui Palace, making no noise or making any noise, and died on a hunger strike.
Although Shao Kefan was disappointed, he still ordered a grand burial for this courageous monarch.
King Zeguan, although the content of his scolding was unpleasant, it played into his heart. Not only was he not angry, but he also hoped that he would scold him more.
Faced with her questioning, he was indifferent, "I gave him the opportunity to be a protector, but he refused rudely. I just wanted him to think about it quietly."