But he shared the dream with Jun [Rebirth]

Nie Zhen came to Song Chi and pushed Fan Qin behind him to the right.

"Mr. Song." He smiled, temporarily forgetting the unbearable dream of last night.

Song Chi came back to his senses, lowered his head for the first time, and listened silently without speaking directly.

Xiang Yan explained: "Zongshang wants to try Wanxing's swordsmanship... This is Fan Qin, who follows Zongshang closely, and his swordsmanship is very good. You two can try it out."

Fan Qin stepped forward and stretched out his hand confidently: "Mr. Song? Are you using your own sword, or borrowing another one?"

He also saw this person playing ostentatiously yesterday, so why should he be afraid of such skill?

Song Chi smiled back, "I don't need either."

Fan Qin was taken aback: "Then how do you compare?"

Song Chi said with a smile: "Since you are the master of the sect, you must be able to speak clearly. Otherwise, no matter how good your skill is, it will be useless if words cannot convey the meaning."

Fan Qin was suddenly vigilant: "How do you want to compare?"

Song Chisui pointed to the two guards and called over: "You and I each teach one guard how to make moves, and the outcome will determine the outcome of you and me. This is called talking about a game."

Fan Qin couldn't help the corners of his mouth twitching:

This Song is quite treacherous?

"Then let it be like this." Without waiting for Fan Qin to refuse, Xiang Yan responded first: "Zong Shang, what do you think?"

"Benzong thinks..." Nie Zhen couldn't pick out the loopholes in Song's words for a while, so he could only say: "Benzong thinks, you are right."

So Fan Qin and the two chose a mansion guard at random, and pulled them aside to whisper.

Song Chi is not very good at fighting in person, but he has his own unique understanding of swordsmanship. He only told the Fuwei: "You compete with him. Remember, the first strike is the best. As long as it doesn't hurt others, the more unprepared, the better. I really can't fight, I'll guide you through the next step."

Fuwei was confused when he heard that, he just remembered to strike first.

Xiang Yan led a few people to find a spacious ground, and the competition began, which was much simpler than the one in the palace.

There was not much time, Fan Qin only mentioned a few tips of Fuwei's family swordsmanship.

The two started fighting, only to see that Song Chixuan picked up his sword and slashed at the opponent's face. The move was vicious and fast, and Nie Zhen hurriedly stopped: "Don't hurt anyone."

Fu Wei didn't put down his sword: "Master Zong, my subordinates will remember."

The test continues.

The one whose eyeball was almost pierced by the sword hurriedly blocked it, but was already at a disadvantage. After a few rounds, he barely maintained the situation and was almost about to turn the tables.

Fuwei became more and more impatient, and finally remembered Song Chi's other explanation, and suddenly turned his sword to another direction, and attacked the opponent's crotch from the bottom up.

This blow was terrible, and the other guard fell directly to the ground when he returned to the defense.

Song Chi won.

Fan Qin was very dissatisfied with the result of the comparison, glared at Song Chi, and said, "Zong Shang, although we won, this kind of sword move is extremely vulgar, and can only be used once. Next time others are on guard, it will not be easy to use. "

Nie Zhen naturally saw the shortcomings, but he didn't have a saying "a black cat is a white cat, it is a good cat if it catches mice.", he didn't care about face that much.

Just to mention a few words, Song Chi obviously knows how to analyze the situation better, teach students according to their aptitude, or in other words, opportunistically.

Even if it is a trivial matter, what about the major events of marching troops to fight wars and governing the country?

The impulsive flame of evil poison was poured with cold water.

Xiang Yan is really worthy of being the future founding emperor, and he is a veteran.This Song Chi is really a talent.

From any angle, he shouldn't let such a person go.

Use or kill, choose one.

The use is available, but he needs to spend some effort to make this kind of conceited terminal cancer patient sincerely submit.

Moreover, last night after the spring dream, he woke up with a dull pain in his buttocks!This person dangles in front of his eyes every day, what if he dreams of it every night?

Can be happy, why pain and happiness?

Nie Zhen glanced sideways at that Song.

The opponent lowered his head, avoiding his sight, and did not show the complacent expression after winning, as he thought.That's right, in the majestic State Teacher's Mansion, where things are changing rapidly, how can there be any chance of winning?

"Mr. Song is indeed excellent." Nie Zhen laughed, and first praised Song Chi, before Fan Qin could refute, and added: "It's just that the three armies have not moved, and you must understand the reason why food and grass go first. The foundation of our country, if people don’t have enough to eat, they must not have the strength to practice swords or fight, don’t you think so?”

Song Chi stared at his two black jade-like eyes, and the emotion that had been suppressed for a whole day was on the verge of bursting out.He clearly recalled the dream last night, when he bent down and licked the teardrops hanging from the other's eyelids and eyelashes...

There is not a small difference in appearance between Li Zhen and Nie Zhen, but the innocence mixed with three-point cunning tricks can be somewhat similar.It's no wonder that Song Chi reversed the scene again for a while, daydreaming.

"Mr. Song?" Nie Zhen was a little terrified by Song's fixed eyes, and interrupted his thoughts that were still wandering in Taixu.

Song Chi returned to his senses, and lowered his head again: "What Zong Shang said is true."

With a smirk on his face, Nie Zhen stepped forward and held his hands, pretending to be as hypocritical as Dabao Bei: "The most lacking talent in the National Teacher's Mansion is actually not the sect, but the back kitchen. You can ask Fu Wei, how good are those cooks?"

Fuwei was suddenly pointed at, and could only nod his head in agreement like a chicken pecking at the ground.

"Mr. Song's talent must be used where you are most needed."

Nie Zhen's face was still sincere, and when he wanted to let go of his hand, Song Chi grabbed it instead. He frowned, increased his strength, and finally snatched his hand back.

Everyone focused on his words, but no one paid attention to this little episode.

Song Chi was different from everyone else.

His attention was on Nie Zhen's hands.

This pair of catkins is white and slender, with fine joints, so it looks thin and fleshy.

Nie Chen's body is like this, looking at the waist is full and untouchable, but to the touch, it still has a bit of soft flesh.

"Yes." Song Chi replied softly.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

Especially evil poison.

He still has a bunch of sophistry and persuasion words in his stomach, so he's subdued?

Like punching cotton.

Song Chi said: "Where the Zong needs the minister to go, the minister has no complaints."

From the first meeting, he could feel the undisguised malice of the little national teacher.The other party wanted to throw him to the back kitchen, and he really needed to avoid evil for a while.

This person dangles in front of me again... Even if the eyes can bear it, the kidneys can't bear it.

A position-changing incident that seemed calm on the surface and was actually very calm ended like this.

unexpected?Yes.

Difficult to accept?How can it be.

Nie Zhen possesses two major passives, one is to recklessly taste one’s courage and one’s wisdom and wisdom. After thinking about it, he can’t think of Song Chi’s sudden obedience. What kind of conspiracy is there?

Are people under the eaves and have to bow their heads?Or keep the green hills, not afraid of no firewood?Or maybe the sky is about to drop a big responsibility, and Song is as well versed in the principle of bearing humiliation and accumulating wealth as he does?

No matter what the reason is, with the system in hand, would he still be afraid?

After Nie Zhen dealt with Mr. Song, he returned to his room without turning his head.Like a little rabbit, Fan Qin followed him to the inner room.

"Fan Qin, what else do you want?"

"Zongshang, now I'm your master of swordsmanship?"

Nie Zhen waved his hand and opened the curtain: "I'll talk to this sect about this in a few days. You go down first."

Fan Qin couldn't wait to teach Xiao Guoshi swordsmanship by hand. Hearing the words, he could only respond: "I obey." He was about to go out when he was called back by Nie Zhen.

"Go and keep an eye on Song Chi and see what he does in the back kitchen every day."

Fan Qin's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "Zong Shang is really far-sighted, and he knows everything..."

"Okay, save some words and play later."

Fan Qin turned around again with a smile, and was stopped by Nie Zhen again.

"Wait!" Nie Zhen strode up to Fan Qin's side in two strides, put his foot close to his right ear, and said in a low voice but calmly: "You get rid of the chair that I used to sit on in the hall. I don't want to see it anymore." to this chair."

Fan Qin was stunned on the spot: Where did this come from?

Nie Zhen "coughed" twice, with a serious face, as if what he just confessed was some high-level secret of the National Teacher's Mansion. In fact, the inside story is indeed ulterior: "In short, you just do it."

Fan Qin took the order and took people to dismantle the chairs.

The servant girl asked: "Do you want to throw it out?"

Fan Qingang wanted to nod, but then thought to himself, this chair has been sat on by Zongshang for more than half a year, maybe it still bears the marks of the other party's buttocks, what a pity to lose it.

"Send it to my room."

"Yes."

On the other side, Song Chi and the three returned to their residence.Because he was transferred to the back kitchen, Song Chi had to move out of the inner courtyard, far away from Cheng Cuo.

As soon as Cheng Cuofu stepped into the door, he sat down, "Crack!" He slapped his palm on the table, "It's too deceitful!" Then he looked at Song Chi, "Go late, I don't care about the title of master of literature and literature, you If you feel wronged, let's leave today! The world is big, and there is always a master who appreciates you and me."

Xiang Yan hurriedly said a few words of consolation: "Xiang doesn't know why the little national teacher has repeatedly targeted Wan Xing, but there is no room for maneuver in this matter, stay here first, and talk to Xiang later."

The talented person who was sympathized with by the two, Song Chi Song, turned his dizzy head around, and finally came back from Taixu, sober, and made a final decision: "I will stay."

"Going late, have you thought about it?" Cheng Cuo knew his temper well, he was not willing to stay behind and do small errands, fearing that he was just worrying about himself, so he verbally agreed, feeling very uncomfortable.

Song Chi leaned on a comfortable couch in the room, with a feather fan under his body: "Think it over."

He will be dignified and upright, after clearing away all the crooked thoughts, he will return to Nie Zhen's side.

There is a kitchen knife on the head of Ninja.

Even the land has been planted, still afraid of the kitchen?

Seeing that he had made up his mind, Cheng Cuo stopped persuading him, casually talked about major events in the world, scriptures and classics, and evacuated his room with Xiang Yan.

In the middle of the night, in the evil poison room.

The Great Master, who was tired all day, was about to lie down when a black shadow flashed across the window sill.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the window sill, a person was nimbly sneaking in through the gap - it was Chang Le.

"Master?"

"Hush!" Chang Le pressed his mouth, pushed him to the corner of the wall, slapped his apprentice's fleshless cheeks, and said, "I'm going to Heshu's side as a teacher. Take care of your own safety. "

"The moon is still there." Nie Zhen was more concerned about another matter in his words: "Is the war in the Northeast serious?"

Chang Le nodded, and confessed: "It's not too bad, but I must go to help out, maybe you will also go in the future. That guy He Shu is okay, but he is a bit stupid. Easily influenced by subordinates."

"Heshu?"

"Yeah." Chang Le let go of his restraint, took a few steps back, came up to hug Nie Zhen, and kissed him on the forehead: "Remember, no matter what happens, Master, I will always stand by your side of."