"But the short sword is the most suitable weapon for me to bring out of the Mochin Academy. Ye Qinzhu rubbed his fingers, pinched the bamboo flute between his fingers, and showed it to Yang Qingtan.

"You practice two-handed swords, the right is short and the left is long. Yang Qingtan took out two iron swords of different lengths from the Nashi, measured the approximate length, and handed them to Ye Qinzhu.

The short sword and Ye Qinzhu's flute were of similar length, and they could obviously replace each other. The longsword, on the other hand, is slightly more ordinary, making it suitable for everyday use.

"Your final weapon, the bamboo flute, so you need to practice the short sword in your right hand, and the long sword technique in your left hand will take a lot of time. I'm not going to be your long-term teacher, you have to be prepared to be rigorous. ”

Although Yang Qingtan agreed to Ye Qinzhu, he did not promise to give Ye Qinzhu a gentle teaching, but went straight to the point and straightforwardly pointed out the devil training that Ye Qinzhu was about to receive.

Fortunately, Ye Qinzhu herself is not a pampered person, she was originally worried that Yang Qingtan would not care about her identity and dare not be strict with her, but when she saw this situation, she knew that her thoughts were superfluous.

"In that case, should I give you a bow to the teacher?" Seeing that Yang Qingtan was still the expressionless iceberg face, Ye Qinzhu couldn't help but tease.

If it weren't for the difference between Qingtang and Yang Qingtan, she couldn't help but wonder if these two people came out of the same mother's womb.

"If you want to ......" Congratulations, the third prince finally had an expression on his face, "I don't mind." ”

Ye Qinzhu was unequivocal, and without saying a word, he respectfully kowtowed three times, as a courtesy.

As soon as the ceremony was completed, before he could say a word, he heard Yang Qingtan's voice above his head.

"Go and stand in the corner first, and after squatting for an hour, I'll come back to you. ”

Yang Qingtan originally thought that as a girl, Ye Qinzhu would have to cry and protest.

Fortunately, he had already laid down an enchantment in the Quartet, even if Ye Qinzhu cried, made trouble, and hanged himself, there would not be the slightest sound.

But who expected, when he closed the scroll under the oil lamp, estimated that the time was about the same, and when he returned to the backyard, Miss Ye San was still biting a mouthful of silver teeth and firmly rooted on the ground.

"Don't you think it's really unreasonable for me to instruct you at will?" Yang Qingtan raised his chin slightly, and the night outlined the unique good-looking face of the prince of Ningguo.

The expression on Ye Qinzhu's face was tangled, and when he heard the human voice, his whole body collapsed like a scattered puppet.

Although the spirit master's physique is much higher than that of ordinary people, let a girl who has no special practice squat for two hours in one breath, Ye Qinzhu feels that he has been forced to lose half of his life.

She pinched her sore calves and squeezed the sound out between her teeth.

"I came to you just to learn how to deal with the lack of spiritual power, everything is important to the basics, I still understand this truth. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Yang Qingtan nodding appreciatively, making a move behind her back, holding a whip in her hand, and sweeping her face towards Ye Qinzhu's lower limbs.

Ye Qinzhu reacted quickly, and dodged Yang Qingtan's attack with his hand.

The whip was instantly replaced with a soft whip, and greeted Ye Qinzhu's face door in a boneless state.

Ye Qinzhu couldn't help but weaken his legs, and retreated again and again.

However, Yang Qingtan's attack did not end, the soft whip swirled, turned into a spear, and stabbed forward.

Ye Qinzhu retreated to the dead end, and couldn't help but reach out and summon the bamboo flute, condensing his spiritual power to counterattack in the flute.

Before she touched Yang Qingtan, she felt a numbness in her wrist, piccolo flew out, and one hand suddenly lost sensation.

"No use of spiritual power. ”

The third prince, Yang Qingtan, the cold god of war in Ningguo, is good at using various weapons and winning all battles.

At this time, he was focusing most of his attention on this girl who had not yet recovered from the soreness of Ma Bu, pressing forward step by step.

Ye Qinzhu rolled over and took the bamboo flute, don't return to his waist, and concentrate on Yang Qingtan's attack.

The spear turned again, turning into a silver glittering long sword, and struck at Ye Qinzhu's neck.

Unable to use spiritual power, Ye Qinzhu could only simply dodge.

"Take a step forward and hit me in the shoulder blade. When he dodged from Yang Qingtan's side again in embarrassment, Ye Qinzhu heard his deep voice.

The girl immediately understood, and according to Yang Qingtan's meaning, she held an iron sword and attacked reflexively.

There were frequent thieves in Ning, and the emperor summoned the prince at night to discuss matters.

As the night deepened, the prince returned home.

The curtain was half-hidden and half-hidden, revealing the beautiful face of the prince of Ningguo.

The crown prince and the third prince of Ning Kingdom seem to be born wrong.

The man in black hid his figure in the night, his eyes like a torch, staring at the movement of his steps.

When the palanquin man stepped on the target, the man in black waved his hand violently, and several people came out of the corner.

"Dog thief, kill Lord Shangshu, take your life!"

The crown prince of Ning Kingdom has a ridiculous shortcoming - even though his parents are spiritual masters, he doesn't have any spiritual power.

Unlike the third prince Yang Qingtan, Yang Qinghan is a complete waste, not even as good as his seventh brother who struggled on the death line that day.

But it is such a person, relying on his own means, to remove the stumbling blocks that stand in the way one by one and walk to the highest peak.

The long knife of the man in black stabbed into the sedan chair, and with the frightened screams of the sedan chair man, the person sitting in the sedan suddenly turned into vines and wrapped his arms around the man in black.

Before the vines could be closed, the black-clothed man who took the lead in attacking exploded into several pieces of black feathers and disappeared without a trace.

Yang Qinghan walked out of the house on the side of the road and looked coldly at the man in black who rushed forward.

"Wei Shangshu's bones have been cold for several years, and it is ridiculous to use him as an excuse. He held his hand behind his attendant and whispered coldly into the darkness of nowhere.

The squire's fingering beside him changed rapidly, manipulating the vines to attack dexterously.

Yang Qinghan has no spiritual power, this is an ironclad thing.

When the thirteen princes were implicated in the assassination of the emperor, they were dying and stabbed Yang Qinghan with a knife, but fortunately, the queen held him to block the attack, so that Yang Qinghan was saved from death, and there was no need to prove it.

Yang Qinghan listened for a while, and then heard the sound of laughter from the dead corner.

A black-robed old man walked out of the shadows, holding a small golden ball in his hand.

He crushed the ball, and the black-clothed people around him disappeared instantly.

Yang Qinghan's expression was calm, as if he had expected someone to manipulate in the dark.

"I don't know what Mr. is called, why did you come to Yang?"

He said.

The black-robed old man's eyes were like eagles, and his skin was dry.

The moment he crushed the golden ball, the golden ball burst out with a strong light, illuminating his old but resolute face.

Yang Qinghan's eyebrows stretched, and he bowed to him, a very representative smile appeared on his face.

"It turned out to be Mr. Han, Mr. Han has been away from Ningguo for so long, and he suddenly returned, is it because he feels ......"

"I'm Daning, I'm running out of gas?"

The man in front of him is now surnamed Han and his name is Troll.

"Daning's luck?" Han Yu snorted coldly, "I can't control it." ”

"It's just ......," the old man's voice whispered like a demon in the dark night, "I love this atmosphere of imminent chaos, and if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has the heart to eradicate dissidents in one go, I am willing to help." ”

Decades of hiding have changed something after all......