Zhang Zifeng was a little confused by the second monk, jumped out of the water, and dodged the attack.

Nan Shiyu's eyes were red, the sword intent in his hand was undiminished, and he attacked frantically.

Zhang Zifeng didn't fight back, but just dodged easily.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be underestimated today, you ruined my efforts for so many years, you know?"

Nan Shiyu cried and attacked at the same time, until finally the jasper sword in her hand fell to the ground, and the whole person sat on the ground, her eyes were already blank.

"It's better to die than this!" Suddenly, Nan Shiyu wiped the blade of the sword towards his neck.

Zhang Zifeng saw that this girl actually wanted to commit suicide, his face was serious, and he said coldly, "Is this your compromise on your fate, coward!" ”

Nan Shiyu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly became angry again, "What do you know about a waste that you don't have in the Qi Sea, and what qualifications do you have to say about me?" ”

"You can't even practice the sword drawing technique, do you know how hard I want to prove myself as a big family, as a weak body?" Nan Shiyu's expression was cold, but tears crossed the corners of her eyes.

"Then prove it to them," Zhang Zifeng said.

Nan Shiyu's delicate body trembled, and she looked at Zhang Zifeng a little blankly.

"If you commit suicide today, that's a joke for them, not only will they not be sad for you, but they will laugh at you, do you think it's a smart way?"

"What do you know, you don't know me," Nan Shiyu said coldly.

Of course he understands, because his fate is even more miserable than Nan Shiyu.

If he was going to die, he would die after being pierced through the heart by Ji Wushuang, how could he crawl away like a dog to survive.

If he were to die, he would not have grown up silently in infancy.

I only saw Zhang Zifeng take out the hand-copied Tiangang Twelve Swords from his arms, send them to Dao Nan Shiyu, and said, "I haven't given up my efforts without any Qi Hai, not to mention that you are an inner disciple of the Tianshan Great Sect, and you have the realm of Tiger Soul Xiao Zhoutian?" ”

Looking at the sword score sent forward by Zhang Zifeng, Nan Shiyu's face was dazed.

"Since you have chosen to prove yourself, then work hard, don't let them look down on yourself, your tears will not be appreciated in the eyes of anyone, they will only be looked down upon, understand?"

"You ......" Nan Shiyu looked at Zhang Zifeng, and stopped talking.

For the first time, she realized that she might not know this man well, and suddenly remembered Yan Jie's words, "If you stay with this guy for a long time, you will find that he is a very interesting person." ”

"Come on, if you commit suicide today, even me, a mediocre talent, is better than you," Zhang Zifeng picked up the chameleon knife and stepped on a leisurely pace, he was going back to teach the knife drawing technique.

Seeing this, Nan Shiyu muttered, "Yes, a guy like him who doesn't have Qi Hai is working hard, so what qualifications do I have to give up." ”

Suddenly, Nan Shiyu's expression became firm, looking at the back of Zhang Zifeng leaving, and secretly clenched his fists.

At night, Nan Shiyu dragged her tired body and wanted to go back to her room, but after taking a few steps, she suddenly stopped again and turned in another direction.

She came to Zhang Zifeng's residence, and from a distance, she saw that Zhang Zifeng was still practicing the knife drawing technique, and she couldn't help but be a little shocked by his determination to work hard.

At this moment, she asked herself, can hard work really trump talent?

Yan Jie was drinking tea in the courtyard, and when he saw Nan Shiyu coming, he said with a smile, "Miss Nan, come in and sit." ”

Zhang Zifeng ignored it, still repeating the knife drawing technique, even though his muscles were almost unconscious, he was still trying to do every movement and every breath well.

Nan Shiyu secretly glanced at the soaked floor under Zhang Zifeng's feet, secretly surprised, and immediately sat down.

She looked at Zhang Zifeng and said stiffly and embarrassedly, "I'm sorry I said that kind of thing to you during the day." ”

"You're right, I'm a waste," Zhang Zifeng made no secret of it.

Nan Shiyu's beautiful eyes were lowered, and she wanted to speak again.

"You're mad at me, aren't you?"

Zhang Zifeng slowly put away the knife, adjusted his breathing, and said with a smile, "Why should I be angry, don't be sentimental, okay?" ”

Yan Jie smiled, "This guy talks like this, Miss Nan just gets used to it." ”

"You talk, I'll take a shower," Zhang Zifeng carried the chameleon knife and went to the back mountain again.

Obviously, he really didn't pay attention to Nan Shiyu's words.

Nan Shiyu frowned slightly and said, "What a strange guy." ”

Yan Jie smiled, "If he wasn't surprised, he wouldn't be him." ”

"But I won't forgive him," Nan Shiyu said, "He doesn't know me at all, can he dare to deny me in one or two sentences?" ”

Yan Jie smiled, "In fact, he knows you better than anyone else, that's why he said that to you, this guy seems to be indifferent to everything, in fact, he should care about you the most." ”

Nan Shiyu's delicate body trembled, and she couldn't believe that Yan Jie would say such an exaggerated thing.

"Why?"

"Because he told me during the day that you are very similar to him, and he can't help but want to help you."

"He's like me?" Nan Shiyu sneered, "What qualifications does a weaker guy have than me to say that he is very similar to me?" ”

Yan Jie smiled and said, "There are a lot of stories that have happened to him, and he is much worse than you, but now he has never chosen to give up, but is optimistic and hard working." ”

Yan Jie told Nan Shiyu about Zhang Zifeng's life experience, although he hid a lot, it was enough to prove that what Zhang Zifeng said to Nan Shiyu was not a hypocrisy.

An hour passed quickly.

Yan Jie saw that Nan Shiyu couldn't say half a sentence, and smiled, "You know, this guy is actually just a beginner Chinese, he hates reading books and endorsements, but in order to help you, he didn't sleep all night last night, and he completed this sword score." ”

Nan Shiyu's delicate body trembled, and she took out the sword book in her pocket, and there were details that Wang He said to Zhang Zifeng, which Zhang Zifeng carefully wrote down and specially marked.

She was already shocked, and her nose was a little sore.

"Is he stumbling on me?" Nan Shiyu didn't look over, she didn't dare to look at Yan Jie's sharp eyes, for fear that these eyes could see through the touching and softness in her heart.

"Not only did he not look down on you, he even admired you very much, come on, in order to prove your own will, there is nothing wrong with what you have done."

Yan Jie added, "I think Zhang Zifeng wants to tell you this sentence, but he is stupid and probably can't say it, but his actions are enough to explain it, right?" ”

The two looked at the sword book that Zifeng had written all night and were silent.

"I'm going to look for him," Nan Shiyu stood up and quickly walked back to the mountain.

It's just that at this moment, suddenly a middle-aged man came with Nanjing Ze and Nanjing Yun.

"Father?" Nan Shiyu's face trembled slightly, she didn't expect her family to find here.

"Come with me, I don't have the patience to see you make a fool of yourself here, and someone from the Northern Regions will send someone to pick you up soon," the middle-aged man said coldly.

Nan Shiyu's mind was blank, she couldn't speak, she wanted to refute, but she didn't have the courage, and she dragged the hand-copied sword book by Zhang Zifeng in her palm.

She remembered Zhang Zifeng's words, so her eyes became firm, and she learned from Zhang Zifeng's firm eyes.

"No, I refuse!"