Qin Muyu smiled and looked at him, he didn't enter and didn't take the initiative to let him in,

"I still can't do anything about an old man who is dying. Do you believe it? ”

Murong Qingfan immediately received it,

"Faith."

When Mu Yu heard this, she smiled genuinely happily, she squinted slightly at Murong Qingfan, who was looking at her, and said,

"I didn't just let her go, I let the housekeeper go, yes. Only the maid who claimed to be the prince's concubine was really worried about her life. Why? ”

Murong Qingfan nodded, then shook his head again,

"Does Master want me to ask?"

"You've already asked."

Qin Mu Yu's side face in the candlelight has a soft arc that is not in the daytime, and under the orange-yellow light, it softens his flamboyance and the sun, and if you look closely, it is more beautiful.

Murong Qingfan was stunned so slowly, and his backlit face was dark.

"Will Master tell me?"

Qin Mu Yu nodded,

"Of course, if you ask, I'll tell you. Master doesn't want to keep any unnecessary secrets from you, but if you don't ask, I probably don't really know what you want. Mu Yu's voice was faint, but Murong Qingfan knew that she was serious.

Han Yu, you trust me so much, how can I let you go?

Murong Qingfan sighed lightly, but what he didn't know was that Qin Mu Yu was worried about Qin Chuyan's affairs, she knew that she was not a person who was good at expressing emotions, so in many cases, she didn't explain things clearly, but she didn't know when she needed to explain. So, she's also growing.

"Yes, Master."

Hearing Murong Qingfan's suddenly upright voice, coupled with the hoarseness of a young man, it was a kind of youthful solemnity in the night.

Qin Mu Yu sneered,

"Don't take it so seriously. In fact, it's nothing, it's okay to kill a hundred people to make an example, just kill people to see, even if I still have a little mercy, deterrence, it doesn't really matter whether people die or not. One of them is old and young, and the other is old and half leg stepped into the coffin, I don't necessarily have to kill them, do I? But it was the bitter scene, and the people present watched it, and I got what I wanted. To be a slave, you must know whose slave they are, to be in awe and awe, and to be fearful is the way for the master and the slave to get along. I am a newcomer and the second prince has been accumulating prestige for a long time, if you want to make these subordinates who can only look at people's faces obedient, you can only directly make them afraid to the bone, and every action has to be carefully considered whether it is worth it. Being a human being and being a master can't just be like this, this is the stupidest way, even if you sit in a high position, you can only be a tyrant, and you still have to pay equal attention to grace and power. When you are a person, you don't have to be merciful to those who are disobedient. I think you must know more than me, after all, this is just a wild way, and the palace has its own way of being a man. ”

Murong Qingfan listened, waited for Mu Yu to finish speaking, and said,

"The apprentice has been taught." Then he added, "Apprentice understands, you are all for my good." ”

Qin Mu Yu nodded and said with relief,

"If you know, I, a wicked man, have not been in vain. Well, if you need to, it's okay to continue to be a worker, I have to say, it feels good. ”

It is actually a little strange that the young pro-Mu Yu has to pose as a teacher, but in Murong Qingfan's eyes, no matter what kind of pro-Mu Yu is, he is a high-ranking master, the person he yearns for.

"Master, if you need it, I'm afraid there are still many opportunities like this."

Softly, the young man bowed his head obediently, and behind the light, there was a sense of fragility and paleness in those eyes.

After Murong Qingfan finished speaking, he retreated, closed the door and left.

When the door was closed, Qin Muyu's tense body relaxed, she exhaled, got up from the stool and stretched her body, and then walked to the couch and opened the curtain on the couch.

A man on the couch had his black hair spread out, breathing ...... Relaxed and enjoyable.

Early the next morning, Qin Muyu arrived at the courtyard and found that there was an extra wooden stake in the courtyard. It is said that it is a wooden stake, and it has many more parts than a bare wooden stake. It was about the same height as hers, with two arms side by side, one in the middle, and a wooden foot at the bottom to support the ground. At first glance, it looks like a wooden figure with his arms outstretched in an offensive stance.

Qin Muyu walked up and carefully looked at the wooden stake, pushed it with his hand, and found that it could swing back and forth without moving left and right. Qin Muyu thought slightly, but he didn't know what this wooden stake was for.

When Murong Qingfan arrived in the courtyard, she saw Qin Muyu stunned at the wooden stake, and when she looked closely, she seemed to be eager to take apart the wooden stake and take a look, but she didn't dare to act rashly because she didn't know what this wooden stake was for.

He unconsciously walked behind Qin Muyu, approached silently, and then said,

"Master, but I'm curious about what this stake is for?"

Qin Muyu had naturally sensed that Murong Qingfan had arrived, and when he saw him asking, he also nodded and replied,

"Yes, this stake looks like a human and can shake slightly...... Is it used to practice martial arts? ”

Murong Qingfan had long known that Han Yu was smart, but he immediately guessed the usefulness of this stake, which made him a little surprised and a little happy at the same time,

"Yes, Master. You see that this stake is humanoid, and the distance between his upper two hands and his lower hand is exactly the size of the vital part of the middle of the body, and practicing as an imaginary enemy can exercise the strength of the contact part of the hand, and the overall movement of the whole body and the flexibility of footwork. ”

Although Murong Qingfan's voice tried his best to be calm, the slight passionate ups and downs still revealed his true heart, he had some good things to show Qin Muyu, and hoped that she could affirm his expectations.

Qin Muyu liked the childishness he unconsciously revealed, so that she could feel that this was still a child, not a prince who was snubbed and humiliated in the palace. She was willing to get used to him, but she forgot that although she was a teacher, but their age was average, in his heart, maybe the master was tall, but in his eyes, how could she not be a child?

"It's really good."

Qin Muyu affirmed, and then looked at this wooden stake with a little eagerness, if she wanted to say that she could practice the technique of beating the wooden stake, she also used the hanging cloth bag full of soil to practice the technique in her previous life, and this wooden stake was much better than that. Thinking of this, Qin Muyu looked at this stake with a bit of eagerness, as if it was the enemy,

"Master, I'll test the strength of this stake for you."

Before Murong Qingfan could answer, Qin Muyu's palm slashed down horizontally, slashing straight at the part above the wooden man's hands, which was a vital point like the neck for the corresponding person, which was to kill with one blow!

And the wooden stake did not live up to Qin Muyu's blow, and directly and simply ...... Broken.

It's just broken?

Qin Muyu silently looked at his hand, it turned red, and then looked at the wooden stake that had been broken, and suddenly felt a little sneering in his heart: Did she make a mistake? That's not how this stake is used. Or is this thing too impatient?

Qin Muyu's expression was very funny when she thought about it, especially now that she was still a little weak-hearted, her brows were slightly frowned, her lips were tightened, but her eyes were rolling around in the big almond eyes. Hey? Cute like a big baby.

Murong Qingfan didn't care about the severed stake, he saw Qin Muyu's red little hand, frowned, and subconsciously took half a step forward to help her get rid of the redness and swelling. But someone was one step ahead of him and had already walked in front of the person, and took the little hand in his secretly dissatisfied eyes,

"Why are you so careless? The wood is hard, but the flesh in your hands is soft. ”

Duanmu Li's voice was cold, but his movements were extremely gentle. He carefully examined Qin Muyu's hand, then took out a bottle of plaster from his arms, which was also full of cold air, and gently applied it to her hand, and then gently rubbed it to let the plaster melt away.

Qin Muyu felt very embarrassed, if there were only two of them, she would have gotten used to Duanmu Li's intimacy, and now there was still his little apprentice standing here, besides, Murong Qingfan was the most disgusted with broken sleeves...... Seeing her and Duanmu Li like this.

Qin Muyu subconsciously looked like Murong Qingfan, only to see him staring closely at the part where Duanmu Li applied the plaster to him, his sword eyebrows were frowned, and his lips were pursed tightly, and he knew that it was unpleasant to be tight when he saw it. Qin Muyu hurriedly withdrew his hand, and for some reason embarrassedly hid that hand behind him.

"Ahem, no matter how hard the wood is, it can't be my bones, haha." Qin Muyu casually changed the topic, "Don't you know that this wooden stake is used to test your strength?" ”

Duanmu Li shook his head, but he caught her hidden hand again, and continued to take the medicine despite Qin Muyu's refusal, it was clear that the scar had already disappeared after two wipes, but Duanmu Li still had a cold face that was "still unfinished". Qin Muyu knew that it was useless to refuse, because this man only acted according to his own likes and dislikes, and he didn't care about others at all. Qin Muyu sighed slightly in his heart, and let him go.

It was up to him again. At first sight, I compromised and simply let him go, and when I saw goodbye, I had no choice but to let him. Qin Muyu, Qin Muyu, can't you really refuse him?

Duanmu Li saw that Qin Muyu was no longer moving, and then continued,

"This stake is not used to train strength, but to train strength. In the past, when the Great Qi was in full swing, there was a folk exercise called Wing Chun. Wing Chun Wuhua shot the law. It has no tricks that is no coincidence, Wing Chun is not still magical, not fascinated by stunts, does not pay attention to the uprightness of the body, the exquisiteness of the technique, the chic footwork, often with the concise shortest route, sharp speed, to obtain the maximum hitting effect. Small thoughts, looking for bridges, marking fingers, wooden pile method, with double sticky hands running through it, its close-fitting short hit, elimination and play in one, to stay and send, throw your hands straight forward, chase the center, the center of gravity is not heavy, chasing the shadow is not chasing the body. Its mission is to fight, everything that has nothing to do with actual combat is abandoned, only one reason is recognized, winning is a good fight, and need is the reason. ”

"Wing Chun's strength lies in its fighting. It punches fast and defends tightly, the horse is flexible and fast up and down, both offensive and defensive and defensive at the same time, focusing on both rigidity and softness, and low energy consumption. Wing Chun uses a method of power called "inch strength" to attack and defend. In terms of mental method, we pay attention to the middle line, bury the heel, chase the shape in the face, take care of the left and right, come and stay, and throw our hands to rush, etc., and attack and defend with the shortest distance and time. It is characterized by changeable moves, flexible use, elastic punching, short bridge narrow horse, good at inching strength, with large flash side, small pitching, ploughing and stalling, touching and swaying, judging the situation and remembering it, and bending the hand to stay in the middle of the technique, with the take, interception, sinking, mark, shoulder, wrist finger, sticky, touching, ironing, stealing, leaking and the "two-word pincer Yang Ma" body shape footwork as a symbol. It is an internal fist method that uses the sensitive feeling of the skin of the bridge to exert the strength of the inch. ”

"Murong Qingfan's body is still weak because he has just detoxified the fetus, and it takes a lot of time to directly improve his strength, and there is not much time left in the autumn hunt, so this kind of Wing Chun with small energy consumption and a combination of rigidity and softness is the most suitable for him. The wooden stake you just flew is also called a wooden stake, although it is also found in other sects, but it is not as delicate as the wooden stake in Wing Chun. The Wing Chun Wooden Stake is a combination of the three sets of Wing Chun attacks, footwork, and leg techniques, in which he can quickly understand the practical awareness and technique of Wing Chun. By practising wooden stakes, you can also combine all the techniques and footwork of Wing Chun into free fighting.

"Since ancient times, there has been a cloud in boxing: turning a bridge to find an opponent, there is a need for a teacher; There is no teacher and no opponent, and the mirror and the pile are sought. ”

Qin Muyu listened silently, and was quite puzzled in his heart,

"If you and I are here, wouldn't it be more convenient to teach him, so why use this kind of stake to practice?"

Duanmu Li said such a long sentence in one breath, and it seemed that his mouth was a little dry, he pursed his lips slightly before he continued to answer, and Murong Qingfan, who had been ignored since Duanmu Li came, spoke.

He laughed,

"Master, I have no foundation, and if I want to protect myself in a short period of time, I can only make up for it with a lot of repetitive practice. And Master, your martial arts moves are still based on deep internal strength, so you can be quick everywhere, but for people like me, there are many places where you can't start without internal strength. If it is said that it is practiced thousands of times, it is not practical for the master, and the design of this stake is just right. And the teaching of other moves still needs to be master's. Besides, there are a lot of things in this prince's mansion, and now it's all your business, Master. The real person in charge of this prince's mansion is you, Master, and the apprentice is incompetent now, so he can only hand him over to the master, and when the apprentice is gone, he will give you real power and honor. ”

After hearing this, Qin Muyu sighed slightly. How could she keep Murong Qingfan for her own good, afraid that she would be tired of fighting with her all the time before using this emotionless and tireless wooden man? Perhaps this is also the self-preservation of his life in the palace since he was a child, and he will be afraid of unconsciously pleasing him, and he will not get close to him for fear of being abandoned. Subconsciously, he only thinks about giving but doesn't want to get anything from it...... Such a person.

Qin Muyu smiled and received,

"I understand what you say. However, this stake is broken, so let Master and I teach you how to ...... How to ......"

Speaking of this, Qin Muyu is really stuck, because she really doesn't know what the technique is, her initial martial arts come from hunting, and hunting is based on a good physique although it is not internal strength, her martial arts are more about experience, and there is a difference between those good seedlings raised by the real martial arts sect. It turned out that she had always been disdainful, because those famous and decent disciples' martial arts skills were not better than her at all, except for looking more elegant or ethereal. And at this time, she realized that although those tricks are not necessarily powerful, but on the basis of a board and a glance, although it still feels useless, it can at least teach people, such as Murong Qingfan, who is weak and has no internal strength.

At this time, Qin Muyu was deeply annoyed, and she looked at the wooden stake that had been broken with a little resentment, and thought in her heart: Isn't I, a living master, as good as a dead stake?

It can be used for practice, and so can I. But this move...... Alas.

Qin Muyu sighed mournfully, and Murong Qingfan was a little flustered. It was not uncommon for him to see Qin Muyu's unhappy appearance, let alone sigh like this? He is his master, he has done enough for him, so why bother to be unhappy about this martial arts thing?

Murong Qingfan was just about to open his mouth to comfort, but Duanmu Li, who had just walked away when Murong Qingfan spoke, walked back again, dragging a ...... in his hand Stakes.

"I'm not afraid if it's broken, I've done a lot."

Duanmu Li, who didn't know what was going on, still said coldly, and then received Qin Muyu's even more resentful gaze.

Duanmu Li's color remained unchanged, and after putting the stake on the ground, he walked to Qin Muyu's side again, thought for a while and said,

"I'll teach you martial arts, this Wing Chun has been lost, and I'm afraid only two people in the world know about it. Now there's one more thing you need to do. ”

"Eun?"

Facing Qin Muyu's expectant gaze, Duanmu Li glanced at her fixedly and said,

"Let Xue Zhu send the medicine that improves internal strength."