Qiu Fuzi waited in the water pavilion early, Zhang Yanchong was still as respectful as before, Qiu Fuzi really tested yesterday's article, Zhang Yanchong naturally answered word for word, in Qiu Fuzi's appreciative gaze, Zhang Yanchong started a new day. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Qiu Fuzi's lecture naturally became just an ornament, because Zhang Yanchong had already learned what Qiu Fuzi said, and as soon as Qiu Fuzi left, Zhang Yanchong would ask Fan Yingying to teach him new articles, of course, this time Fan Yingying prepared a few books early and didn't go to her room to get them.

In this way, Zhang Yanchong followed Fan Yingying to learn words every day, and at night, Zhang Yanchong practiced the imperial weapon, and a month passed in a flash.

The summer sun slowly turned into a pale ball of light in autumn, and the grass in the small courtyard was also a little yellow, and on the yellowed green grass, a young man in a moon-white robe stood straight with his hands behind his back.

The pale and lazy sunlight shone on his face, and the young man's eyes narrowed slightly, but this was not because of the dazzling sun, but because of the sword light!

A sword light suddenly flew up from the corner of the courtyard and shot towards the young man.

The young man did not move, even though the sword light had flashed into his eyes.

Instead, in the eyes reflecting the sword light, there was a joyful light.

The sword light disappeared into another corner, and the sword light did not hit the young man.

The young man smiled, as if he already knew the whereabouts of this sword light.

He did know it, because he was Zhang Yanchong, the Zhang Yanchong who practiced the Imperial Weapon Technique.

In a month's time, Zhang Yanchong had finished reading the books on the shelf, and he was confident that he could recognize most of the words, so in addition to dealing with the enemy every day, he no longer let Fan Yingying teach him to read.

After a month of practice, Zhang Yanchong could finally make the magic sword move more distance, and it was not a case of exhausting mana, which made Zhang Yanchong even more convinced that as long as he was proficient, it would not be difficult for the imperial weapon to hurt the enemy.

Moreover, Zhang Yanchong has also developed a half-hanging weapon technique that can hurt the enemy, just like just now, he used explosive operations to make the magic sword burst out and hurt people in a short distance, which can be used as a trick, Zhang Yanchong plans to do so.

However, the range of this move is limited, and it can only hurt the enemy who is more than ten meters around Zhang Yanchong, and Zhang Yanchong can't change the direction of the magic sword at will, so once the technique is launched, if the enemy dodges in time, Zhang Yanchong can't track it, so this is not a real flying sword technique, but like a dart.

However, Zhang Yanchong was already very satisfied, since he saw the difficulty of cultivating the Imperial Weapon Technique, Zhang Yanchong had already prepared to practice hard, and he believed that as long as he worked hard, there would definitely be a day of success.

Zhang Yanchong continued to practice his imperial weapon, and the sword light flashed in the small courtyard from time to time.

At this time, it was already dusk, Zhang Yanchong seemed to be completely unaware, because at this time there was a long sword full of cold light suspended in front of his eyes, this scene looked so magical, Zhang Yanchong himself felt the same, he couldn't help but laugh at this magical scene.

With Zhang Yanchong's laughter, the suspended long sword also trembled as if it was laughing, and finally with a "poof", the sword fell from mid-air to the grass, Zhang Yanchong's face turned a lot paler, Zhang Yanchong was still laughing, but it was no longer a smug smile, it was a bitter smile.

It is far more difficult to make the magic weapon static than to control the movement of the magic weapon, Zhang Yanchong was actually distracted at this time, so it is inevitable that the magic weapon will go out of control, and the magic weapon will suddenly be disconnected from his spiritual consciousness, which will never be pleasant.

Zhang Yanchong was about to control the magic sword again, when suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside the courtyard.

Zhang Yanchong's expression changed, and he immediately picked up the long sword and went to the gate of the courtyard.

The person who came was the enemy master, Zhang Yanchong already knew it, but Zhang Yanchong still wondered in his heart why the enemy master came to find him.

Qiu Fuzi's face was a little gloomy, Zhang Yanchong faintly had some ominous premonitions, Qiu Fuzi saw Zhang Yanchong, first frowned, and said: "Zhang Yanchong, why don't you review your homework and practice swords again?" ”

Zhang Yanchong was stunned, looked at the sword in his hand, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Master, it's not like that, this, uh...... Students have to spend time practicing swords every day, otherwise swordsmanship will regress. ”

Qiu Fuzi said earnestly: "I hope you can learn knowledge so carefully." ”

Zhang Yanchong's heart was inexplicably warm, and he secretly planned in his heart that he must insist on going to the water pavilion every day to study, and he must not let this old man down.

Zhang Yanchong said: "Students must remember that the master is here to take care of students' studies. ”

Qiu Fuzi shook his head and said, "I'm here to see if Yingying's girl is here with you." Qiu Fuzi's eyes when he looked at Zhang Yanchong were very meaningful, and Zhang Yanchong's face finally exercised a certain thickness, Zhang Yanchong's face did not change and said: "No, didn't you go to her yard to have a look?" ”

Qiu Fuzi glared at Zhang Yanchong and said, "How can I go!" ”

Zhang Yanchong reacted at this time, even if Master Qiu is a teacher, he is not allowed to enter the lady's boudoir, Zhang Yanchong remembered that he had actually entered, and his heart couldn't help but feel a little sweet.

"However, I met Xiaohong, and Xiaohong said that she didn't see Yingying either, and said that Yingying didn't go back after class this morning, so I came to you to take a look."

Xiaohong is Fan Yingying's maid, Zhang Yanchong once saved her life, after that night, Xiaohong recuperated for a while, but not long ago she had returned to Fan Yingying's side, just a few days ago, Xiaohong also accompanied Fan Yingying and studied with herself.

Speaking of which, I have to mention the surprised expression of this girl after hearing that Zhang Yanchong turned out to be a big swordsman.

In fact, Xiaohong doesn't believe that Zhang Yanchong is a big swordsman now, let alone that Zhang Yanchong saved his life, because Zhang Yanchong doesn't look like a martial arts person.

It's just that why does a person who seems to be a scholar just learn words, is the young lady also lying to herself? Xiaohong remembered the way the two of them read together, and felt more and more that it was absolutely possible, but she couldn't find Miss to confront her, because Miss was missing! "Miss is missing!" The city lord slapped the table fiercely, his eyes glared at Xiao Hong, who was kneeling below, and roared, "How do you take care of Miss!" ”

Xiaohong cowardly replied: "The city lord is angry, it is the young lady who does not let the slave maid follow the morning class......"

"You fart, aren't you very good with Yingying on weekdays, why wouldn't she let you follow?" The city lord was obviously furious, and even burst out with foul language.

Xiaohong said timidly: "This slave really doesn't understand......"