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Day 3.

It has been three days since the day when the new big competition defeated Wanjianmen.

Ning Yue stayed in his room all the time and didn't go out. In the past few days, he has practiced thousands of new sword moves in his mind, and in the end, he can leave less than five moves.

However, when he really raised his sword and swung it, he vetoed it all.

Such a trick makes no sense. At least for him now, it may be useless to use it in actual combat.

Knock knock.

Outside the room, there was a knock on the door, along with Fang Huanlan's voice.

"Ning Yue, I know that you must be cultivating and carrying out a new comprehension. However, at least eat, otherwise who has the strength to practice tricks? ”

"Got it, put it at the door, I'll eat it when I'm hungry."

Ning Yue replied casually, now he is not in the mood to eat at all. I always feel that there are a few good thoughts flashing in my head, which are very useful for him now. Suddenly, and always through the last layer of vague obscuration, you can see it vaguely, but you can't see it really, and you can't touch it.

That feeling made him very impatient and helpless.

Boom!

The next moment, with a dull loud noise, the door fell, and I saw Fang Huan Lanxun, who was holding a tray, close his legs and land on the ground, frowning and stepping into the room.

"Of the three meals you put at the door yesterday, only half a bowl of rice was eaten indiscriminately, and the rest was not touched at all. I don't care what you're thinking, just eat first. Then ......"

Fang Huanlan covered her nose and snorted, "Go take a shower again!" It's the next game the day after tomorrow and I don't want to have a stinky and blinded guy on my team and ruin the image of our team. ”

"Okay."

Ning Yue replied very simply, but Fang Huanlan was a little surprised, she put the tray containing the food in her hand on the table, and then, with a lightning grab, she snatched away the Dark Xuan Ancient Sword that Ning Yue held on top of her hands.

"What do you do?" Ning Yue was startled, and subconsciously reached out to grab it, but he was sitting cross-legged on the bed, and it was inconvenient to get up quickly, and he kept this position on the bed for too long, and his legs were numb and weak unconsciously. As the body suddenly leaned forward, the whole person threw himself directly to the ground.

"Hey, be careful!"

In an instant, Fang Huanlan drank it, casually threw out the Dark Xuan Ancient Sword, and hurriedly stretched out her arms to support Ning Yue's fallen body. Unexpectedly, because the other party was taken away from the sword, the force of the sudden explosion was too great, and when it hit her, it was pressed hard, and the two of them suddenly fell backwards together, with a bang, and fell to the ground.

"That...... I brought the soup hot, and I brought it hot. ”

At the door where the door was shattered, Lin Mo suddenly appeared with a big bowl, and when he saw the scene in the room, his eyes suddenly widened, and then he hurriedly closed it.

"I didn't see anything!"

With a shout, she hurriedly turned around and trotted away, the soup in the bowl she was holding swayed, spilling a lot of water marks on the floor, all the way.

Suddenly stunned, Ning Yue couldn't help but look down at the overwhelmed Fang Huanlan, and said, "It seems that Lin Mo misunderstood again......

Suddenly, his voice stopped abruptly, and what he saw in his eyes was a slightly distorted face of anger.

"Ning Yue, you did it on purpose!"

Boom!

With an uppercut, Ning Yue's body flipped in response, and he fell back on the bed and lay down again, his outstretched limbs trembling slightly. The chin of the middle fist was red and swollen.

Getting up and straightening her clothes, Fang Huanlan glared at Ning Yue angrily again, grabbed the Dark Xuan Ancient Sword in her hand, and left with a snort.

"If you want your sword back, do what I just said. When you're done, come back to me to get it. ”

Exhaled a long breath of turbidity, and lay on the bed with his limbs spread out like this, Ning Yue felt an indescribable comfort, but the accumulated tiredness also began to surge, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he could barely continue to open them.

"The second time, I was misunderstood by Lin Mo again...... However, with her temperament, she shouldn't say it, right? Why, such a coincidence, will always be bumped into by her. It seems to ......"

Suddenly, Ning Yue's eyes suddenly opened, a carp struck and quickly got up and sat firmly, a flash of spiritual light in his mind instantly swept away the tiredness of his body, and the fog of mystery that had haunted his heart for a long time seemed to have dissipated most of it.

When Lin Mo walked, he didn't seem to make a sound at all. I remember that when she fought her opponent in the tryouts, her footwork did not stop, and she kept moving, with the twisting of her upper body and the swinging of her double swords. It seems that Shizun once said to me, an inch is short and an inch is dangerous, and the short sword has obvious advantages in close combat, if you want to make up for the innate gap, it all depends on the kung fu of your feet! ”

The vague thoughts in his mind were clearer, but there was still one last step away, and a faint smile was raised on Ning Yue's lips, because he knew who to ask for the answer.

As soon as he jumped out of bed, and was about to leave the room, he habitually reached out and grabbed it, and then he realized that the dark Xuan Ancient Sword just now was taken away by Fang Huanlan, so he had to smile helplessly. But because of this, I remembered what the other party said.

"That's right, before going to Lin Mo, take a shower and change into clean clothes."

A quarter of an hour later, Ning Yue, who was much more refreshed, put on a brand new robe, the standard robe of the Imperial Academy. In the New Talent Competition, the Imperial Academy team naturally had to dress uniformly, but it was slightly different from the usual format worn in the Academy, and the rank badge at the collar was removed and replaced with the logo of the Imperial Academy.

The Imperial Academy also considered that the students participating in the war would definitely not have time to clean themselves, so they simply tailored ten sets for each person to be easily replaced. At the same time, a special person was also arranged to help with cleaning.

Dressed like this instead of civilian clothes, Ning Yue thought in his heart that he should be able to make Lin Mo understand that he was here for business, not to explain the misunderstanding just now. But if you have the chance, you must also make it clear that it was just an accident.

However, he soon realized that he had thought wrong.

When Lin Mo opened the door, he saw Ning Yue, who was neatly dressed, his cheeks suddenly turned red, and he hurriedly pushed the door shut.

But Ning Yue's reaction was not slow, he reached out to block the door panel, and at the same time poked out his toes and hooked the door again.

"Lin Mo, I want to ask you about something, and I hope to be able to guide me."

As the door was pushed open, Lin Mo showed a frightened face, hurriedly retreated, grabbed the double swords that were still in the sheath, and said, "That, I didn't see anything just now, really!" ”

"Not that! It was just an accident, a coincidence. However, if you can help keep it secret, it's a good idea. Ning Yue shouted, and quickly deliberately lowered his voice, he didn't want to attract the attention of others.

"How can there be two coincidences in a row, and I have met them. If so, I'm afraid I haven't seen it more often, right? Lin Mo muttered, and his little hand subconsciously clenched the short sword.

"It's really not what you think."

Ning Yue raised his head and wailed, stepped back, not wanting to hit the half-open door, the door was slammed and closed, and a crisp snapping sound sounded, and it was suddenly locked.

In an instant, Lin Mo's face turned pale, he took out his short sword and blocked it in front of him, panicked, and said, "Ning Yue, what are you going to do?" ”

"I'm not going to do anything—no, I'm here for you."

As soon as the words came out, Ning Yue suddenly realized that there seemed to be an ambiguity in his words, and when he wanted to explain again, he suddenly heard a loud noise behind him, and subconsciously turned his head to look, but saw that behind the cracked door panel, a flying sole of his shoe came towards his face.

Boom!

After the move retreated, Ning Yue grabbed it casually and pressed it on the table beside him, squinted at it, but saw that it was Du Yinyin standing at the cracked door with her arms around her chest, with a sullen face.

"Ning Yue, what did you do when you ran to Lin Mo's room, not only forcibly breaking in when the other party was unwilling, but even locking the door. If I am honest, I can use the rights of the first princess of the empire to prevent you from dying and castrate. ”

"Why do you have to mention the palace punishment over and over again! Also, only when you plan to suppress me, will you be raised as a princess! ”

Ning Yue shouted, but then he breathed a sigh of relief, one more person was present, and the communication with Lin Mo might not be smoother. Judging from the usual relationship, Du Yinyin and Lin Mo seem to have a good relationship.

After beckoning, he leaned closer to Du Yinyin and whispered, "I just came to ask Lin Mo a few swordsmanship problems, who would have thought that she would be so scared, as if she treated me like a bad person." ”

"It's not that you don't know Momo's character, just like that, timid, there will still be a little mustard after getting along for a long time. If you really have something to say, you won't call her out and talk to everyone together, but you have to be stuck in the room and talk alone? ”

He punched Ning Yue hard in the chest, and then, Du Yinyin snorted again.

"Get out first, I'll leave it here."

"Okay."

Ning Yue was speechless, walked out of the cracked door, and couldn't help but sigh again, the door of the room prepared by the Imperial Academy was really not very strong, and it didn't take long for it to be kicked twice.

But then again, how could an ordinary wooden door withstand a kick from a Spirit Awakening Realm martial artist?

After waiting outside the door for a while, Ning Yue finally saw Lin Mo walk out of the room under the leadership of Du Yinyin. However, he still didn't dare to look at her head-on, but at least he put down the short sword in his hand.

After snorting her mouth, Twilight Yinyin said, "There is a special training ground at the back of the house, let's go there together." But Ning Yue, I warn you, if it weren't for the fact that you wanted to ask Momo a few questions as you said, but if you had other intentions, I would let you say goodbye to your gender today. ”

"Why should you not go with my- and that one?"

Ning Yue's face twitched slightly, and he didn't bother to argue anymore, so he walked in the front to lead the way. In order to facilitate each team to ensure the cultivation and run-in when there is no event, in the compound assigned to them, there is a special room that arranges the interior into a martial arts arena, which is not big, but it is enough.

The dark Xuan ancient sword still hasn't been taken back, but fortunately, there is still the green steel slender sword, and Ning Yue at least doesn't have to make an empty-handed gesture. He took a few steps, looked at Lin Mo who was standing timidly not far away, shrugged his shoulders and sighed: "Lin Mo, use your swordsmanship to hit me casually, don't show mercy to your subordinates, use all your strength." ”

"Huh?"

Lin Mo was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to look at Twilight Yinyin on the side.

Twilight Yin Yin sneered, "Didn't you hear what Ning Yue said? Since he's said so, what are you afraid of, go ahead and give him some color. ”

"Okay...... Okay. ”

Lin Mo nodded, slowly drew his twin swords, and finally turned his gaze to Ning Yue.

At this moment, a faint chill inexplicably rose in Ning Yue's chest, and he looked at Lin Mo who was in a sword posture, and his heart sank slightly.

Now Lin Mo's breath is completely different.