Leng Junling's move can be described as a quick and accurate ruthless, no matter what time it takes, when the old man of the Han family reacts, not only the Hongsheng Group has been acquired by this group called Yansheng and can be absolutely controlled, but even the other companies of the Han family have not been saved, and the company that has been in his hands for decades in just a dozen hours in one night changed hands in an instant, and the old man of the Han family, who had just woken up, spat out black blood and fainted! Every day after lunch, Sir Duowei will carry Leng Junling to the yard to practice for a few hours, although most of Sir Duowei are sitting on the side and laughing at Leng Junling's troubles, but after half a month, Leng Junling not only has some simple swordsmanship foundation, but her body is also much better, and she has grown ten centimeters, which finally let her get rid of the embarrassing situation of being as high as the sword!

"Speed, tricks!" Leng Junling quickly made a few chopping movements, and exerted force on his waist, which looked like a good look!

"No, no, no, swordsmanship is an art, not just a list of tricks or sheer speed!" Sir Dowee strode through the courtyard, shaking his head full of messy red curls!

Leng Junling stared at Sir Duowei with ice-blue eyes, if the uncle in front of him was not a sir, he was definitely suitable to be a god stick, he had fooled her into doing a lot of stupid things in the past half a month, and it was also called special training, as long as he opened his mouth in such a super mysterious tone, Leng Junling knew that he was definitely going to be unlucky!

Sure enough, Sir Duowei turned around and went back to Leng Junling's side, bent down and blinked, and the 50-year-old uncle began to sell cuteness: "We won't practice swordsmanship today, how about catching birds in the woods?"

"How do you catch birds, with nets or arrows?"

"No, no, no, it's so boring, let's catch it with our hands!" Sir Duowei's eyes flashed brightly, but Leng Junling heard that his head was full of black lines, and he subconsciously looked at his little bean Ding figure and looked at Sir Duowei's beer belly like six months pregnant, only to feel a burst of despair!

Pitifully stared at Sir Duowei with wide eyes to dispel this ridiculous idea, but Sir Duowei turned a blind eye, and happily reached out and patted Leng Junling's shoulder and pushed her towards the forest: "Come on, my little lion, it will be interesting!"

"I just think that I will be scolded by Mrs. Anna if I come back with mud again!" Thinking about the spicy Mrs. Anna, Leng Junling wrinkled her little face like a little bitter gourd!

"Well, don't think too much about my child, what you need is courage and the courage to go forward and conquer difficulties, I guess this little trouble will not bother you, right?"

"You just fool me, I'm really a coaxing three-year-old child!" Leng Junling slandered in his heart, pouting and reluctantly dragged into the forest by Sir Dowe!

The forest in winter is very cold, just a few days ago the first heavy snow of winter, the whole forest in the land is muddy, not yet to the time of freezing, as soon as the foot steps down, it will leave a deep imprint, people have short calves, Leng Junling is walking more and more laborious, Sir Duowei is not affected at all in front of him with his head held high, looking at Leng Junling's appearance of falling down several times laughed and kept urging: "Hurry up, child, the birds will fly away if they rub again!"

"Sir Dwee, in addition to crows and owls in winter, where are there birds, you lie!" Leng Junling frowned, and his heart was so depressed that he was about to vomit blood. It's really unbearable to toss Sir Duowei every day, how did this uncle come up with these messy things, can't he teach her swordsmanship moves well?

"I don't lie, you see!" Sir Duowei stretched out his finger to his lips and made a quiet gesture, that is, he turned Leng Junling's head back, and following Sir Duowei's fingers, Leng Junling found that the pheasant that had been yellowish five meters away was looking down at the snowdrift, followed by a nest of chicks covered with gray-brown spots!

"Look, my child, there's broth to drink tonight!"

Looking at Sir Dowee with disdain, that's what you call a bird, you're a glutton, aren't you?

Leng Junling, who was shaken again, looked at the covetous gaze of the pheasant in Sir Duowei's eyes and immediately rolled his eyes, how did this Mr. Sir become a nobleman, Aunt Meney said that this Sir was brave and good at fighting when he was young, but now Leng Junling has deep doubts about Aunt Menny's statement, and now Sir Duowei only looks like a noble lord in stature!

For Leng Junling's suspicious gaze, Sir Duowei coughed lightly twice, and directly pushed Leng Junling forward: "Tonight's broth depends on you, oh little girl, go quickly, conquer your prey!"

The corners of Leng Junling's mouth couldn't help twitching, he was no longer able to complain, he didn't have a bow and arrow in his hand, he could only step into the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and approached the prey little by little!

The prey in the forest in winter has always been the ration of the people in the fiefdom, seeing that these animals are all learned, instinctively flapping their wings and about to run, Leng Junling sighed, his legs were forced, and he suddenly accelerated towards the panicked pheasant and pounced on him, only to see the other party's wings, fluttering over Leng Junling's head, and instantly Leng Junling used too much force and plunged into the snowdrift at once, a few chicken feathers fell, and Sir Duowei immediately held the beer belly and laughed!

"Uh, damn it!" Leng Junling got up from the snow in embarrassment, slapped the snowflakes on his body vigorously and became angry, his eyes stared at the pheasant that seemed to be laughing at himself at this time, and rushed forward again!

Constantly jumping, rolling, and fluttering, the pheasant is like a hanging, and the tossing Leng Junling is miserable, not to mention that he didn't even touch the other party's tail, Sir Duowei on the side has been paralyzed by laughter, and he is still waving his arms and shouting: "That's it, little lion, work harder, be more flexible, yes, be steady under your feet, jump higher, do a good job my little girl!"

Leng Junling was already crazy, at this time, his head was empty, and there was only the pheasant in front of him, jumping up and down in the snow and fluttering, and unconsciously moving more and more flexible!

At this time, Sir Duowei had already laughed to the point of anger, and looked at Leng Jun Ling Tieqing's little face before he could barely straighten his face and said seriously: "Little girl, how can you learn swordsmanship well if you can't even catch a pheasant, superb swordsmanship is not just a rigid move, but the coordination and flexibility of all parts of your entire body, swordsmanship is ever-changing and inexhaustible, I think you have a deep understanding today!"

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