outside the imperial city

"Hey, you look really good-looking." A little boy walked up to Xiao Jing Shuo.

Xiao Jing Shuo frowned: "You said a man is good-looking..."

"It doesn't matter." The little boy lay his head on the table sideways, playing with the wine glass on the table, "I think you look better than my mother, but you look a bit alike. But, it should be said that your mother and My mother-in-law looks alike."

"Er Niang?" Xiao Jing Yanshuo thought for a while, "You are the First Prince Bei Qianxiang?"

"Yeah, guessed it right." Xiaobei Qianxiang nodded indifferently, looking like a playboy, "But don't tell my mother what I just said to you, my mother hates you the most. Others say that she looks like Princess Jingyang."

"for--"

"Xiang'er." The imperial concubine came over, "Come down, you are so rude."

"Yes, Er Niang." Xiaobei Qianxiang got down from the table.

Seeing him, Xiao Jing Lishuo immediately stood up and said respectfully, "Imperial Concubine."

"The little prince doesn't need to be so polite." The imperial concubine smiled, "What were you talking about just now?"

Xiaobei Qianxiang was startled when he heard the words, and winked at Xiaojing Lishuo again and again.Xiao Jing Shuo understood, and said: "It's nothing. We just said hello, and the eldest prince even invited me to play in the palace."

"This is excellent." The imperial concubine pinched Xiaobei Qianxiang's face, "Little prince, you can come whenever you want. Xiang'er is impetuous, you can spend more time with him, maybe it can calm him down. "

She called someone to bring an exquisite small box, and put it in front of Xiao Jing Yushuo: "You give this box of makeup powder to your mother for me. Before she joined Jinyuan Palace, she was a princess, and she can't be negligent if she is a married woman." Dress up."

"Your concubine, why didn't you give it to my mother yourself?"

The imperial concubine showed embarrassment: "I don't know why, your mother always looks at me wrongly, it is really inconvenient for me to hand it over to her personally. Little prince, can I trouble you?"

"Yeah." Xiao Jing Shuo took the powder box, "It would be great if this can improve your relationship."

"Yes." The imperial concubine covered her mouth with her long sleeve, "Thank you very much."

Seeing her leaving back, Xiao Jing Yanshuo felt a chill in his back, and gave the powder box to a servant, asking him to throw it away.

There was a soft knock on the door.

Yao Fanglan closed the book, went to the door and opened it.

Jing Junxi was about to say something when Yao Fanglan made a "shh" gesture to make him keep his voice down.

"Master still sleeping?"

"Yeah." Yao Fanglan glanced sideways, "He didn't have a good rest a few days ago, I gave him some sleeping incense, and he probably won't wake up for two days."

"Two days?" Jing Junxi said disappointedly.

Yao Fanglan raised the corner of his mouth: "What's wrong?"

Jing Junxi shook the bamboo sword in his hand: "Today the master will start teaching me how to practice swords. I thought it would be better if the master went with me. Is Mr. Yao not going?"

"Let's go together after your master wakes up." Yao Fanglan patted his head, "Study hard."

"Ok!"

Jing Lingshuo is having a long dream, a real dream.

Yao Fanglan went back to him and sat down, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

I don't know what I dreamed of, but Jing Lishuo's eyebrows were tightly knit together, and he involuntarily reached his waist, as if he was looking for the Wuhen sword.

Yao Fanglan reached out to hold his hand, and said softly, "I'm here."

I am always here.

It seems to be God's favor, the rain fell very lightly this morning, Jing Junxi was wearing a bamboo hat, wearing a coir raincoat, holding a bamboo sword, and followed Bai Zeyu into the bamboo forest.

"Child, why are you so happy now?" Bai Zeyu said angrily, "The practice later will not be easy."

"It's because it's not easy, so I need to relax more now." Jing Junxi said confidently, "I'm already mentally prepared!"

Jing Lishuo is a strict teacher, his master must be even stricter, right?

"Here we are." Bai Zeyu stopped in a clearing in the bamboo forest, took off his bamboo hat and coir raincoat and put them on the ground.

Jing Junxi thought for a while, and took off the bamboo hat and coir raincoat.

Bai Zeyu waited for him to get ready, pulled out the rusty sword, and said, "You stand still first, and I will demonstrate."

"If you want to practice a soft sword, the most basic thing is to have a sword heart." Bai Zeyu held the sword in one hand, and spread the other hand to caress the sword, "What is a sword heart? The sword heart is the unity of human and sword. Dancing the sword to control Qi is like breathing, sending and receiving freely."

He lowered one hand, and suddenly the hand holding the sword was too high above his head, and he swiped without much effort.

Jing Junxi's eyes widened, a barrier seemed to be formed above the tip of the sword at that moment, and the raindrops seemed to have their own consciousness, bypassing the trajectory of the tip of the sword and falling from Bai Zeyu's side.

"How to practice Jianxin? For Roujian, it means treating the sword in your hand and everything around you as a part of your body."

Bai Zeyu let go of his hand, and the sword swirled in the air and fell.He focused his eyes, stretched his hand to the rear right, and held the rusty sword's hilt instead.Afterwards, he squatted down slightly, shifted his center of gravity downwards, and relayed with both hands, smoothly drawing a huge and complete circle in front of and behind him.

Where the sword tip passed, there was a strong wind, which even Jing Junxi, who was beside him, could feel.He subconsciously put his hands together and put them in front of his face to block, but he didn't expect that the sword energy even tore through the fabric of his clothes.

"Where is this soft sword?" Jing Junxi put down his hands and smiled wryly, with a drop of cold sweat running down his face.

"Isn't it?" Bai Zeyu pointed behind him, "Look at the bamboo leaves behind you."

Jing Junxi turned his head, his eyes opened wider.The bamboo behind him just swayed, not a single leaf fell.The sword energy that can cut through clothes has become so soft after such a short distance.

"This is..." Jing Junxi was dumbfounded, "The top."

"That's it." Bai Zeyu said, "You have to practice this."

"What?" Jing Junxi opened his mouth wide, "Today?"

Blue veins burst out on Bai Zeyu's forehead: "How is it possible! If you have mastered this, you will be considered to have truly mastered the soft sword technique. Your ability to control the strength of the sword energy in the past three months is not bad."

"Oh." Jing Junxi put his hands on his chest, showing a reassuring smirk, "Scared me."

Looking at his stupid look, Bai Zeyu had a premonition that he would be killed by this apprentice within three months.He chopped off a piece of bamboo with his sword, and then put the sword back into its sheath.

"The first step you have to do is hit me with the sword in your hand."

"Ah?" Jing Junxi looked at the bamboo sword in his hand, and then at Bai Zeyu, "Master Zu, isn't it good? If I hit you, you will be struck by lightning."

Bai Zeyu wondered: "Suo'er has always spoken concisely, who did you learn your lip service from?"

"Master." Jing Junxi smiled "hehe".

"But," he looked around in horror, "you mustn't tell him that's what I call him, or I'll be killed."

"..." Bai Zeyu said angrily, "Stop talking nonsense! I can't eat if I don't get hit!"

After speaking, he took a quick step back.

Jing Junxi restrained his smile, licked his upper lip, and showed an expression eager to try: "Then I'll go."

"You boy, you have good fighting spirit." Bai Zeyu jumped into the air, "But you have to keep up with me first."

The first form is to keep a low profile.

Jing Junxi put his hands behind his back and ran behind the bamboo.His lightness kung fu is just a beginner, and he can't beat a veteran like Bai Zeyu at all.

Bai Zeyu ran back and forth between the bamboos several times, but fell to the ground without seeing Jing Junxi catching up.

"Little devil, you can't hit me if you hide like this?"

Jing Junxi's voice came from all around: "Then what can I do? I don't know how to do light work."

Bai Zeyu suddenly became vigilant, his eyes wandering around.Jing Junxi kept running around the open space, because the speed was too fast, and Bai Zeyu couldn't determine where he was.

There was a sound from the bamboo, and Bai Zetaki pointed the bamboo sword in one direction.

Jing Junxi was running towards him quickly, but with his hands behind his back, Bai Zeyu couldn't tell which direction he would attack from.

Bai Zejiao retreated several steps in a row, the bamboo sword was always guarding in front of him.Jing Junxi kicked his leg on the ground, and approached Bai Zeyu with his whole body.

"There is a flaw!" It is not easy to adjust the posture when a person is in mid-air.Bai Zeyu seized the opportunity, shot suddenly, and attacked Jing Junxi from below.

Jing Junxi stretched out his right hand holding the sword, and the center of gravity changed accordingly. One side of his body not only dodged the attack, but also turned defense into attack.

Got it.Jing Junxi grinned, revealing a few white teeth.

The bamboo sword moved towards Bai Zeyu's chest, getting closer and closer.

"Little devil, you are too proud." Bai Zeyu withdrew his hand holding the sword, and lightly patted Jing Junxi's right hand with the blade of the sword, and Jing Junxi's right hand went numb.

bang——

Jing Junxi fell to the ground in an extremely indecent posture, and the broken grass and fallen leaves flew up and spread on his back.

"Ahem." Jing Junxi stood up from the ground, patted the ashes on his body, and wiped his face boldly, wiping away the dust and raindrops.

Bai Zeyu looked at him leisurely: "Since the sword can be stretched out, it can be retracted naturally. How can you win without even thinking about the opponent's next possible move?"

"Be taught." Jing Junxi cupped his fists, "Master, come again."

In the third form, the roc spreads its wings.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

Jing Junxi raised his sword and ran towards Bai Zeyu.

"Run if you want, what are you shouting for?" Bai Zeyu covered his ears with one hand.

Jing Junxi holds the sword in both hands and stands in front of him.When approaching Bai Zeyu, Jing Junxi threw the sword on Bai Zeyu's head with all his strength.

Bai Zeyu immediately looked up, and the hand holding the sword was gathering strength, trying to knock the bamboo sword above his head into the air.Taking advantage of his inattention, Jing Junxi leaped to the top of the sword, grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, and was about to strike at Bai Zeyu.

Bai Zeyu smiled, moved his wrist slightly, and the bamboo sword turned in one direction, hitting Jing Junxi's sword.

The fourth style, Feiquan Mingyu.

Jing Junxi picked up the tip of the sword and pulled up a sword flower.The bamboo sword made a pleasant sound, broke free from the bondage, and changed direction again to attack Bai Zeyu.

Bai Zeyu smiled approvingly, then grabbed Jing Junxi's ankle and threw him to the ground.

"Wow." Jing Junxi slammed into a bamboo tree and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Bai Zeyu poked his sword on the ground, and said loudly: "Don't blame me for being injured at a young age."

Jing Junxi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes glowed fiercely, and stood up from the ground: "Master, come again."

Bai Zeyu didn't expect that he didn't even need to take a rest, and drew his sword from the ground: "Young people are awesome."

The rain is getting heavier.