King Jing gently patted her forehead and said, "Nonsense, how can a good person sleep like a pig?" ”

Feng Zhirong was slapped like this, and suddenly remembered something, so she continued: "This yard is like a circle, I eat and sleep here every day, and it is difficult to even want to move and move my muscles and bones, you say, what if I am really lazy and become a pig?" ”

King Jing came to his senses: "You want to learn martial arts now?" ”

Feng Zhirong hooked the corners of her mouth and showed a mischievous smile: "If you say you want to teach me, you can't go back." ”

"How can you regret it?"

Feng Zhirong nodded: "A gentleman's word, a quick whip!" At the moment I feel pretty good, but I feel lazy and lack of exercise, maybe it's just right! ”

King Jing nodded, then looked at Feng Zhirong's sleeves and said, "The dress you are wearing is not suitable, you have to change into narrow sleeves to move." ”

Feng Zhirong pouted when she heard this, and said: "I didn't bring that kind of clothes after I entered the palace, do you know that even my mother at home doesn't like me to wear it like that, saying that she is like a maid and has no sense of proportion." ”

King Jing smiled and said, "I'll ask someone to make you a few sets of convenient clothes when I go back." ”

Feng Zhirong nodded and said yes, and then asked, "What about today?" ”

"Although it is difficult for you to move in such clothes, it is not impossible to come and listen to the truth and start practicing internal skills."

"Internal strength!" Feng Zhirong only felt that she had come to a new world - and immediately asked all the martial arts novels she had read before: "Is it the kind of person who can make people's internal organs split without any energy in a light pat?" Or rather...... Or can the sword qi split a person in two with a flick of the long sword? There is also a light skill that can fly half a day high by kicking a foot, which is also in the range of internal strength? ”

King Jing didn't know whether to be stunned or laugh when he heard Feng Zhirong's question, so he could only say helplessly: "Why are you not afraid of saying such a thing?" "King Jing is right, how can an ordinary girl say something bloody like tearing her organs apart or splitting people in two?

Feng Zhirong didn't think she had said it, but added excitedly: "The words of a novelist! I just want to know if it's true! ”

King Jing glanced at her with a smile, then took her little hand and walked into the house together, explaining kindly......

Feng Zhirong got the concept of martial arts in this world from King Jing's explanation.

In addition to what King Jing told her in the past, it is already excellent to be able to jump twenty feet at most, and she also said that a master with deep internal strength can really make ordinary people split their internal organs with a single clapp, and only leave a shallow palm print on the chest

However, although the external martial arts of this world are still widely spread among the princes and nobles and the army, the internal skills are already declining because the number of learners is too small, and the martial arts are not a few overnight.

King Jing looked at Feng Zhirong's appearance with relish, thought about it, and said, "The highest-ranking master in King Jing's Mansion is such a person. ”

"Really?" Feng Zhirong's eyes burst with reverence, and he said: "No wonder your martial arts are so good, you are indeed a famous teacher and a high apprentice!" ”

"He is an old man who is a hermit master, not a famous teacher, and I am not a 'master disciple', I just don't dare to slack off in the slightest." King Jing looked at Feng Zhirong's shiny face and only felt funny, and said: "You don't have a chance to get involved in danger in the future, although you will learn what you should learn, don't always be harsh on yourself." "Speaking of which, the little girl has only seen him once, but King Jing doesn't know where Feng Zhirong's admiration for herself comes from and why she can exaggerate?

Feng Zhirong shook her head seriously and said, "If it's something I like, I must go all out." ”

King Jing saw that Feng Zhirong was serious, so he said: "That's good, but your body bones haven't grown yet, and if you practice all day long, if you practice too much, it will hurt your body, so as long as you practice external skills every morning and practice internal skills before going to bed." ”

Feng Zhirong nodded and said, "Okay, since it's early in the morning, and it just so happens that I don't have any convenient clothes to practice, you can talk to me more or teach me how to practice internal skills." ”

"Anxious girl."

King Jing said this, but he also began to take up the posture of the master, and carefully told Feng Zhirong some knowledge about the inner strength and mental method, Feng Zhirong listened attentively, and at the same time firmly memorized every word that King Jing said.

The two of them talked from dawn to dark, almost never stopped, during which the lunch and dinner as well as the afternoon refreshments were quietly sent by Yuzhu and Fang Chun, and served them silently, for fear of disturbing the interest of the two. And when King Jing left after talking about it for a day, Feng Zhirong just obediently sorted out the knowledge in his mind according to King Jing's words, and then climbed into bed to meditate and guard the dantian.

Although Yu Zhu and Fang Chun were halfway through the Jingwang Mansion and were not masters of martial arts, they had at least practiced kung fu for nearly ten years. When King Jing and Feng Zhirong explained, although they stayed outside and didn't hear it, looking at Feng Zhirong's appearance, they could imagine that King Jing had really put a lot of effort into his future princess.

And Fang Chun, who was at a higher level of martial arts, was even more secretly surprised when he looked at Feng Zhirong's first luck and qi practice.

In the past, her direct master in Jingwang's Mansion was said to be a genius in a thousand, and Fang Chun's master did not shy away from practicing in front of her, so she still had some insight into martial arts. And this Feng Zhirong's posture of meditating turned out to have the demeanor of a grandmaster, Fang Chun even thought for a moment that it was his master sitting in front of him, and rubbed his eyes, incredulous.

Fang Chun, who was proficient in pharmacology and poisons at the same time, secretly thought that although there was no shortcut to practice in this world, the exercises that King Jing picked for Feng Zhirong were not in those kung fu that required decades of hard practice to excel, but only taught her how to use her internal strength delicately.

Fang Chun still remembered that a master in the Jingwang Mansion said that people who could accurately grasp the flow of their qi veins were far more efficient than those who could only practice hard, and if they really wanted to fight, they might still be indiscriminate!

Thinking about it this way, King Jing did show the high-spirited Princess Jing a very good path - in Fang Chun's eyes, the little baby in front of her was no longer the little girl of the Feng family, but the real Princess Jing.

Feng Zhirong's days in Anxiu Palace can be regular.

Get up early every day to practice, and then study according to Lan Feng's class arrangement, still socialize with the ladies of Anxiu Palace in the afternoon, read with King Qinghe in the afternoon, and occasionally study martial arts with King Jing who has free time, and let Yuzhu and Fang Chun accompany him to practice for a while before going to bed before washing up at night.