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On the stage, sunlight streamed down, making Murong Yan's luxurious yet slightly disheveled phoenix robe even more dazzling. The remaining pearl curtain on the phoenix crown swayed gently in the breeze, occasionally colliding and making a few crisp sounds.

She moved lightly with lotus steps, her posture upright and strong, and she came to the center of the stage in a few steps. The trail of her phoenix robe was like a long river of black silk, winding and spreading on the floor of the stage. The gems touched the bricks and stones, making a slight rustling sound.

Fengmu stared at the calm Wushe not far away, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction and confusion. He asked, "Wushe, why can't I beat you?"

Upon hearing this, Wushe calmly stepped forward, his hands hanging at his sides, and replied neither servilely nor arrogantly, "Your Majesty, if you can easily defeat me in such a short time, then wouldn't all my decades of martial arts attainments be wasted? Martial arts require gradual progress, a slow and accumulative process; you can't rush it. Your Majesty is exceptionally gifted, and your martial arts skills have improved dramatically, but in my opinion, such rapid advancement is not a good thing."

Murong Yan frowned slightly. Although she knew that Wushe was right, the unwillingness to admit defeat burned even more fiercely in her chest.

She opened her red lips slightly and said resolutely, "Then let's continue practicing."

Before she finished speaking, she moved suddenly, like a black lightning flashing across the stage.

In an instant, he gathered strength in his right palm, and there was a faint airflow surging in the palm. With his palm facing forward and five fingers together, he went straight for Wushe's face with a whistling sound.

This palm strike was extremely fast. The palm wind cut through the face, causing the air to make a hissing sound, which showed its extraordinary power.

Wu Tongue is not in a hurry.

He just turned his body slightly and easily avoided the fierce attack. His steps were agile, as if he was performing an exquisite dance. In the blink of an eye, he had moved to Murong Yan's side.

As he moved, he whispered, "Your Majesty, although the force of this palm is fierce, the middle is wide open, making it very easy for others to find a flaw."

As he spoke, his hands seemed to be moving casually, but they were actually concealing a defensive attitude, ready to deal with Murong Yan's next move at any time.

Murong Yan's attack missed, and she became even more anxious.

She used the momentum of her forward charge to lift her left leg high, drawing a graceful arc in the air before sweeping it across Wushe's neck. The kick was as fast as the wind, and the gust of wind it created made the hem of her phoenix robe rustle.

Seeing this, Wushe raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile.

He leaned his upper body back slightly, avoiding the kick by a hair's breadth. At the same time, he extended his right hand and placed it seemingly gently on Murong Yan's calf. With a little leverage, he deflected her fierce kick to the side.

"Your Majesty, leg techniques require a combination of hardness and softness. Your kick is too hard. If you meet a master, you might be countered." His voice was still calm and peaceful, like a patient master teaching his apprentice.

Murong Yan landed firmly, adjusted her breathing, her eyes became more determined, and her palms danced rapidly in front of her chest. For a moment, the palm shadows were heavy and dense, like a fluttering black butterfly wing, covering Wushe.

Wushe saw the move and stepped into the palm shadow slowly.

His figure was elusive, like a ghost, moving freely among Murong Yan's palm winds.

Every time Murong Yan's palm was about to touch him, he would avoid it at an incredible angle, and at the same time, he did not forget to remind her: "Your Majesty, your internal energy circulation is a bit stiff. Why not try to sink your energy and penetrate your limbs..."

His voice was not loud, but it reached Murong Yan's ears clearly. Amid the sounds of fierce fighting, it was like a clear spring, which gradually changed Murong Yan's mood.

At this time, Murong Yan's phoenix crown was completely askew, and a few strands of hair were scattered messily, covering part of her cheek, but adding a bit of wild beauty.

The gold embroidery threads on the phoenix robe were broken in many places, revealing the black silk base material that shimmered faintly in the sunlight, like stars in the dark night.

The belt around her waist was loose, the tassels were scattered, and many of the originally dazzling ice-blue crystals had fallen off. But even so, her domineering aura did not diminish at all, but became even stronger.

The fifty-meter-long tail behind him was in even greater chaos. Gems were scattered all over the ground, and the phoenix in the embroidery was also pulled out of shape and piled up on the ground in layers.

While defending herself, Wushe thought to herself, Her Majesty is fighting so hard, could it be that the affairs of the court have put too much pressure on her, and she wants to vent this?

Or are you truly obsessed with martial arts and eager to achieve success?

With this in mind, he decided to change his strategy slightly. He wanted to let Murong Yan display her skills to her full potential without letting her get hurt. He also wanted her to understand the true meaning of martial arts and gradual progress.

So, when Murong Yan attacked again, Wushe no longer resisted blindly, but instead displayed exquisite footwork, his body elusive, like a ghost.

Sometimes he dodged left and right, making Murong Yan's attacks miss; sometimes he used a little force to move a great object and skillfully diverted Murong Yan's strength to the side.

Every time he dodged and resolved an attack, he would speak up at the right time and give a few pointers: "Your Majesty, this move is too strong and may easily reveal your weaknesses. Why not try a sideways maneuver..."

"Your Majesty, when exerting your strength, channel your Qi into your Dantian, and don't just rely on brute force..."

Murong Yan ignored it at first, as she only wanted to win. But after a few moves, she gradually realized that Wushe was right.

Although she was an emperor, she also knew how to accept advice with an open mind, so she immediately tried to follow Wushe's instructions.

As expected, after this adjustment, her attacks became smoother and seemed to be more powerful than before.

In this way, the two fought back and forth for dozens of rounds.

Murong Yan became more and more excited as she fought, her moves became more and more skillful, and her state of mind became more and more calm.

The sun gradually set, and the afterglow dyed the entire stage golden.

Murong Yan stopped her moves and stood in the center of the stage, breathing slightly, but her eyes were full of excitement and satisfaction.

Seeing this, Wushe stepped forward and knelt, saying respectfully, "Your Majesty, you have made rapid progress. I admire you."

Murong Yan raised her head slightly, gazing at the sunset glow in the sky. Her heart was filled with lofty sentiments, and she said loudly, "Returning to the palace? I've just started to feel like practicing martial arts today, how can I give up halfway? Set up a feast, and I want to discuss martial arts with you on this stage while we eat!"

Wushe was stunned for a moment, then smiled and quickly replied, "As you wish!"

After saying this, he stood up and left to arrange the dinner.

Murong Yan walked to the edge of the stage and took the towel handed to her by Musk Moon. The towel was soft, embroidered with delicate dark patterns, and had tiny tassels hanging from the corners.

She gently picked up the towel and wiped the fine beads of sweat from her forehead with graceful and calm movements.

In the sunlight, the sweat was like tiny pearls, rolling down the towel and soaking a small area of ​​it.

As she wiped, a few strands of hair fell from her temples, adding a touch of laziness and casualness.

She then turned her gaze to the tilted phoenix crown, which shone brightly in the sunlight, still exuding an eye-catching luxury.

The phoenix crown is made of black hollow purple gold, supported by a phoenix tail that winds upward. The phoenix feathers are carved from black jade with clear textures and are lively and elegant.

At the front end of the phoenix crown, a giant phoenix with its wings spread stands proudly, occupying almost the entire front half of the phoenix crown.

The phoenix's body is made of gold and covered with colorful gemstones. When the phoenix spreads its wings, the left wing is covered with sapphires, while the right wing is covered with emeralds, which complement each other. Every time the wings flap, there seems to be the sound of wind and thunder.

Twelve bead curtains hang down from the back of the phoenix crown. Each bead curtain is made of rare gems such as oriental pearls, southern red, and cat's eyes. They are of different lengths but are arranged in an orderly manner.

At this moment, although several bead curtains are broken and drooping, the remaining bead curtains are still swaying gently in the breeze, colliding with crisp and pleasant sounds, as if telling of their former glory.

Murong Yan stretched out her delicate hand and gently adjusted the phoenix crown. The moment her fingers touched the crown, she seemed to be able to feel the exquisite craftsmanship and endless efforts of the craftsman.

She slightly adjusted the angle of the phoenix crown to ensure that it was worn properly on her head, once again demonstrating the majesty of the emperor.

Every subtle movement revealed how much she cherished this honor. Even though she had just experienced a fierce fight, she would never allow herself to lose her composure.

After finishing her preparations, she walked towards the phoenix chair with light lotus steps.

The hem of the phoenix robe swayed gently, like layers of black waves surging, and the gold-embroidered phoenix appeared and disappeared with the swaying.

The tassels of the belt around the waist also swayed, and the ice-blue crystals reflected a cool light.

The tail behind her was even more spectacular, like a black river in the sky dragging on the ground. As she moved forward, the tail slowly unfolded, and the gems rubbed gently against the ground, making a subtle but crisp sound.

The phoenix in the embroidery seems to be injected with life. Under the sunlight, it shines with colorful light and moves nimbly between the tails.

Murong Yan slowly walked back to the phoenix chair, her posture as straight as a pine tree. She sat down gently, and the phoenix chair made a slight creaking sound.

The setting sun shone on her, outlining her perfect silhouette. Her phoenix robe, crown and train shone in the light, like a still and beautiful painting.

Soon, led by Musk Moon, the palace maids came slowly over to serve the meal.