readx;? Chapter 7: The Deer Song (8)

Ning Yanzhang was stunned when he heard this, and then there was a light in front of him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

No wonder no matter how he explained before, no one believed that he was not the second prince. Including Ning Caichen, the second master who loves him the most, and Yu Siwen, the sixth master, most of them echoed themselves, and the expressions on their faces were extremely false. It turns out that the biggest root is here.

If you are the second prince, of course, your status in the past is higher than that of the vast majority of people in the world, so it is inevitable that you will habitually talk to anyone as equals. But since he is not, the humility and etiquette that should be observed in the world must be kept. Otherwise, you will either be arrogant or stupid!

Thinking of this, the light in front of him quickly turned into a vague candle shadow, jumping up and down, swaying non-stop. What kind of talent do you have to fear? Why do you have the same talent as everyone else? Can you say .....

"What are you doing? Did you hear what I just said?" Chang Wanying was busy giving him ideas, when she suddenly saw him in a daze by the candlelight, and couldn't help but gently hold his ear with her hand and complain in a low voice like she did when she was a child.

"Listen, listen! I'll change it, I'll change it in the future!" Ning Yanzhang suddenly blushed and said his position repeatedly. "I think you're all right, you're on the point. You are really a female Zhuge . If only I had met you earlier, I wouldn't have been so misunderstood by others!"

"I also think I should have found you earlier!" Chang Wanying also quickly withdrew the hand that was pulling his ear and said quietly. Immediately, he shook his head with a smile, shaking off all regrets and shyness, "There are some more, I will write them on paper later, and you can take them back and follow them...... No, this is your room. After I'm gone, you memorize it yourself, and do it. Where's the pen, Eighth Senior Brother, do you have paper and pen in your room?"

"Yes, yes!" Ning Yanzhang didn't dare to look at the other party's demeanor, jumped up, and hurriedly went to find a brush, inkstone, and leather paper. At the earlobe, the girl's fingers were warm for a long time, making his heart itchy and numb, and jumping with an indescribable longing.

However, reason clearly told him that for him at this moment, any desire was an absolute luxury. Chang Wanying likes the second prince, not Ning Xiaofei. If he deliberately obfuscates the difference between the two, it is equivalent to revenge. What's more, even if he continues to live in the world as the second prince in the future, he is destined to be a puppet raised in captivity. This kind of precarious life, it is enough for him to live alone, so why involve the kind and enthusiastic Chang Wanying.

"He seems to be deliberately avoiding me? Could it be that he is really pretending? Afraid of getting too close to me and revealing too many flaws?" Looking at the young man's panicked figure, Chang Wanying couldn't help frowning slightly. "But he, forget it, don't want to. Master is right, the most important thing is to save his life first. You can talk about the rest slowly!"

Thinking that the other party could die at any time, the girl quickly recovered and put aside those miscellaneous things. Begin to concentrate on sketching out the training rules for the other party in the recent period. And quickly immersed in it, and have no time to think about anything else.

Hearing that there was no movement behind him, Ning Yanzhang finally forcibly suppressed the dampness and heat in his heart, sent a pen and paper, and polished the ink. Then stand afar and wait patiently.

The two cooperated quite tacitly, and soon, a set of special training plans for "how to make Ning Yanzhang look not like the second prince" was planned by Chang Wanying. The two of them went over and over again in front of the light, correcting some unrealistic points, and then put down the pen and paper with a smile and said goodbye to each other.

As soon as it was dawn the next day, Ning Yanzhang got up and began to "change his mind and be reborn" according to the special training strategy formulated by Chang Wanying for himself. The fellow disciples in the temple cultivated quietly and inactively, so although they felt that his behavior was very different from before, no one came to ask here and that. It's just that when it was time for everyone to practice martial arts together, Senior Brother Zhen Wuzi saw that his movements on the side were too clumsy, and he couldn't help but step forward and point out in a low voice: "The Tao gives birth to all things, formless and imageless, without beginning and end; Although you and I learn to use fists and kicks, we don't set fire to kill. It is to communicate the yin and yang of heaven and earth, and to refine the inner pill of muscles and bones. Therefore, when you practice martial arts, you must always remember the following eight words, 'softness, quietness, emptiness, emptiness, circle, center, righteousness, and harmony', instead of ....."

"False, big false. Isn't it to push others off the cliff by making others faint with their own faintness?" When I turned around, I saw Fuyaozi standing like a goshawk on a branch not far away. His body rose and fell with the sound of pine waves, his temples and robes were soaked by the morning dew, and no one knew how long he had been standing there.

"I've seen the Lord!" Although Chang Wanying had already sworn yesterday that Fu Yaozi would not mind him practicing martial arts with everyone. Ning Yanzhang still felt like he had been caught stealing, blushing, and bowed cautiously.

"Master!" Zhen Wuzi and all the Taoist priests also hurriedly put away their fists and feet, and greeted Fuyaozi with the gift of Taoism.

"Do whatever you have to do, just as I don't exist!" Fu Yaozi was a casual character, lazily waved his hand, and ordered everyone to continue. Then he glanced at the eldest disciple who was full of uneasiness and added with a smile: "Your fate is long gone, and you are destined to be a Taoist priest in this life. But he is destined to go through all kinds of calamities in the world, and you teach him to be quiet and do nothing, isn't it a misguided child?"

"The master said very well, the disciple is reckless!" Zhen Wuzi heard the sweat on his forehead, and bowed down again to admit his mistake.

"It's not entirely your fault. It's the old Taoist who didn't teach you how to lead ordinary apprentices and teach them according to their aptitude. You go and take the other junior brothers to practice, he's better to leave it to the old Dao'er!" Fu Yaozi waved his hand lazily again, and sent the eldest disciple Zhenwu Taoist away. Immediately, he quickly turned his gaze to Ning Yanzhang and ordered in a low voice, "You come to the back mountain with me, and I will teach you some other skills that you can use immediately." Alas, Lao Daoer was not greedy enough back then, so he had to go to Bianliang to join in the fun. So you deserve to be so old, and you juniors are still working hard!"

As he spoke, he bent his knees slightly, and like an ape, he jumped from the pine tree under his feet to another pine tree seven or eight feet away. Then three verticals and two verticals, and there was no trace.

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