Mo Li didn't want to stay in the big tent when Murong Chu was taking a bath, although it was separated by a distance, it always made people feel embarrassed. She deliberately stayed in the kitchen and didn't leave, and talked to Ershun without saying a word, until Ershun yawned and said that she was going to sleep, and she returned to the big tent slowly.

Early the next morning, after Mo Li stood in the queue and finished boxing with everyone, he learned knife techniques from Qin Fugui for a while. Teacher Qin is quite satisfied with Mo Li's serious learning attitude. After she practiced the boxing technique, she began to teach her how to use weapons, but due to Teacher Qin's own ability, he could only choose the long handle that he was good at...... Broadsword.

On the general platform in the distance, Murong Chu stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the figure on the training ground that was not much taller than the long-handled knife, laboriously dancing the weapon in his hand, his handsome long eyebrows frowned slightly, and asked Sun Han, the deputy general beside him, in a low voice: "Who asked Mo Li to practice the long-handled knife?" ”

Sun Han stretched his neck and glanced at the training ground and said, "General Qiyu, it was the last general who asked Qin Fugui to teach him some weapons. Qin Fugui is only good at knife skills, so he ...... "nonsense!" Murong Chu interrupted Sun Han sharply, "Go and call Mo Li back." ”

Mo Li also had a lot of complaints about Qin Fugui at the beginning for letting her practice the long-handled broadsword, the head of the knife was already long and heavy, plus the wooden pole stood on the ground, and the tip of the knife was higher than her chest, and the entire weight was conservatively estimated to be twenty or thirty catties. But Mr. Qin stroked his chin without a beautiful beard and said: "On the battlefield, the longer the weapon, the less easy it is to get the enemy close, and the heavier it is, the more powerful it is." He also said that this was the best one he picked out of dozens of knives, if it weren't for Mo Li's ability to practice the top knife technique as soon as possible, he would want to keep it for himself.

Mo Li rolled her eyes in her heart: Isn't it just an inch long and an inch strong, why is there so much nonsense. She also practiced the top sword technique, and she didn't want to become a martial arts master, and besides, a martial arts master could not be born under the teaching of Teacher Qin!

However, looking at Teacher Qin's serious teaching attitude, she was really embarrassed to say these words directly. Fortunately, after the practice of boxing, her physical fitness has improved greatly, and both strength and endurance have grown a lot. Although this big guy is a little longer and a little heavier, for a person like her who is determined and tenacious, it can be regarded as a challenge to herself. Therefore, Mo Li still insisted on practicing the knife technique every morning under the earnest teaching of Teacher Qin.

Today is the fifth day to fight with this long-handled broadsword, although she still doesn't know the essentials, but at least she can make a few moves, just when she was complacent about her progress, she was carried to the point by Murong Chu with a word.

Murong Chu, who was dressed in military uniform, stood on the platform a little more chilled than usual, and the solemn aura on his body couldn't help but make Mo Li shudder: "General...... Is there anything wrong with the Shogun calling me? ”

Murong Chu stared at the training ground with a cold face, as if he hadn't heard anyone talking to him at all, Mo Li tentatively called him again, but there was still no response. Until the end of the morning exercise, Murong Chu didn't even give a look, and turned around and left directly, leaving Mo Li alone in the wind. "Not yet." Just when she couldn't figure out the situation, a deep voice came, and Mo Li hurriedly trotted a few steps to catch up with the majestic figure, but although she sped up, she still couldn't catch up with the figure before it entered the big tent.

Because she was in a hurry, Mo Li rushed into the big tent and hit a "wall" directly, and she covered her sore nose with a "whoop": "Why are you standing at the door when you have nothing to do?" The wall said...... No, it was Murong Chu who looked down at Mo Li with a dark face and said, "When will you be able to change this boring problem?" ”

Mo Li covered her nose, stared at his handsome face with tears in her eyes and didn't speak, not that she didn't want to speak, but it felt as if something hot was winding down her nose.

"Take your hands off." Murong ordered.

“……”

"I told you to take it down, did you hear that?"

“……”

Murong Chu didn't have the habit of saying a word three times, so he directly grabbed Mo Li's wrist and pulled her hand away from her nose. Originally, Mo Li looked a little funny with his hat crooked and nosebleeds, but Murong Chu inexplicably felt a trace of pain on the tip of his heart. He opened the curtain and yelled outside the tent: "Go and call Mu Gongzi over." Then he pulled Mo Li into his back tent and pressed him on the bed, Mo Li wanted to struggle, but was reprimanded: "Lie down, head up!" ”

Well, blame her for not thinking purely, thinking things crookedly, and people just told her to lay flat and tilt her head to prevent more nosebleeds from coming out.

Murong Chu took out the gauze from the box on the table, carefully wiped the blood on Mo Li's upper lip, and stuffed two pieces of cotton into her nostrils.

"General, I can't seem to breathe......" Mo Li snorted.

"You can't breathe through your mouth!" Someone still scolded with a cold face, "Stretch out your hand." ”

"What are you reaching?" Mo Li lay upright on the bed, her hands stretched out like a zombie.

"Shut up!" Murong Chu turned over the zombie hands, only to see that the palms were red, and there was a small crystal bubble on the tiger's mouth in his right hand. "Oops, it hurts!" Mo Li wanted to withdraw his hand, but he only withdrew his left hand, and his right wrist was held by Murong Chu, and then a trace of coolness accompanied by a faint medicinal fragrance came from the tiger's mouth.

"Huh? What's going on? The scene Mu Qingyun saw was: Mo Li was lying on the bed, and Murong Chu was sitting on the edge of the bed, grabbing one of her wrists and stroking her palm...... That's right, it's the touch, his attention is completely attracted by the two people on the bed, and he doesn't even see the medicine bottle on the small table next to the bed.

Murong Chu stood up, gave up his position next to the bed, and said indifferently, "You can come and see." ”

Mu Qingyun just wanted to sit on the edge of the bed, when he felt a cold light coming from behind him, he quickly turned around, pulled a low stool and sat down, and rushed to the bed to look up at the blue sky...... Mo Li at the top of the tent raised his eyebrows: "How can Xiao Lili be so embarrassed?" ”

"Bang, can you help me see if my nose has collapsed?" Mo Li said as he gasped.

Mu Qingyun first took out a silver needle, Mo Li watched the silver needle coming towards his door, and couldn't help but widen his eyes in horror: "What are you going to do?" ”

"Help you stop the bleeding, don't move!" Mu Qingyun held a needle in one hand, and the other hand was placed under her chin in a figure-eight shape. Mo Li wanted to struggle, but Mu Qingyun's technique was unique, just one hand firmly fixed her head on the bed, and she could only hum vigorously with her nose.

After a few moments, there was no movement on the bed. "Okay?" Murong Chu, who was blocked by Mu Qingyun, asked.