The Cold-blooded Emperor's Vengeful Concubine

With his body fully recovered and his beautiful face restored, Yun Jingman could no longer suppress his desire for revenge.

"Zi Yan, where is the master?" Yun Jingman was naturally anxious as she hadn't seen Gu Yue for the past few days. If she didn't learn the skills soon, how could she take revenge soon?

"On the river bank."

"Thank you." Yun Jingman nodded to Zi Yan and walked along the river bank.

The refreshing breeze, carrying the fragrance of peach blossoms, blows on your face, the comfortable warm sun hits your face, and the drooping willow branches touch your face softly and comfortably.

From afar, he could see the spotless white clothes fluttering in the breeze, and the tall and slender figure. Looking at the slightly thin back, Yun Jingman always felt that person's loneliness and solitude. His usual indifference and alienation, keeping people at a distance, was just to cover up his loneliness.

Yun Jingman shook his head. What was he thinking about? Whether he was lonely or not had nothing to do with him. They were just using each other. If he killed Baili Haoxuan, there would be no relationship between them anymore.

She walked towards the figure with brisk steps.

Yun Jingman bowed towards the figure with his back to her. After all, he was the master and she was the slave, so they still had to observe the proper etiquette.

He said respectfully, "Master."

"This is not the imperial palace, there is no need to perform formalities." He was indifferent and cold, and he had never expressed any emotion other than indifference.

"Yes."

"You have something to talk to me about." It's not a question but an affirmation.

"I want to ask my master, when can you teach me the skill to kill him." She was neither humble nor arrogant, but calm and composed, and did not bow down just because the man in front of her was her master.

She is no longer the Yun Jingman who always forbears and gives in. The Yun Jingman who only knows how to obey and give in is dead, and she has been reborn since that day.

"Hate it?" He asked lightly, looking around and not answering Yun Jingman's question.

"Hate, of course I hate, how can I not hate." She gritted her teeth secretly, her hatred would only grow day by day and would never fade away.

"Yeah." Gu Yue replied calmly. The man in white left without even a shadow. Only a calm lake remained.

Yun Jingman was stunned and confused.

Every day that followed, Yun Jingman went to Gu Yue without getting tired of asking him when he would teach her skills.

But every time, Gu Yue would ask, "Do you hate it?" And when he heard her say "hate it," he would turn around and leave without saying a word, every time.

Yun Jingman really couldn't understand this mysterious man.

For a whole year, Yun Jingman went to see Gu Yue every day. Gu Yue only asked this question, and after she answered in agreement, she left, until one day.

"Hate?"

"No hatred." Yun Jingman replied calmly, the voice of the breeze and the moon, faint and faint...

"Very good. From today on, I will teach you all the skills that can help me kill him."

Since that day, Gu Yue personally taught Yun Jingman medical skills, martial arts, strategy, and some self-defense martial arts. Because Yun Jingman was already past the best age to practice martial arts, he could only teach some self-defense martial arts, which could be used to escape and protect himself.

Although Yun Jingman cannot be said to be gifted, she traveled through time from the modern era and had some basic knowledge, especially in medical skills and strategies. She learned them very well and could often draw inferences from one example. Gu Yue was also satisfied with this.

However, Yun Jingman was extremely clumsy when it came to martial arts such as lightness and self-defense. No matter how many times Gu Yue taught her, she was always clumsy and could not learn it.

Finally, she used the dumbest method, tying heavy sandbags to her feet and running around Butterfly Valley every day, and she tied the sandbags for a whole year. When she took off the sandbags, she suddenly felt as light as a swallow, and with the light skill mental method taught by Gu Yue herself, Yun Jingman finally learned the light skill.

As for martial arts, she only learned some fancy moves. As Zi Yan said, it was enough to scare those hooligans and amateurs, but facing a real master, she would only die faster.

After two years of study, she finally graduated. She also knew that the day when she would meet Baili Haoxuan would not be far away. She had finally waited for such a day...

It has been three years, three whole years in Butterfly Valley. This paradise-like Butterfly Valley has isolated her from all knowledge of the outside world. She doesn't know why the world is like this now. She even feels that when she steps out of Butterfly Valley, she will not be able to adapt to that disgusting and hypocritical world.

She also understood why Gu Yue asked her "Do you hate it?" and only taught her a set of skills when she answered "No."

The highest level of hatred is not the hatred that flows on the surface, but the hatred hidden deep in the heart, which is expressed indifferently. There is hatred only when there is love, and the deeper the love, the stronger the hatred.

Hatred mixed with love would prevent her from doing it. Therefore, she must not hate and must be indifferent.

Hide your hatred so no one can see it.

It's like hiding weakness and wearing a strong mask so no one can see it...

Baili Haoxuan, if I appear again, will you recognize me? Will you recognize Yun Jingman who is holding a sharp sword and wants to kill you? ! !