Bauhinia’s Decree Chapter 25: I don’t admit defeat
"A slip of the tongue, it's definitely a slip of the tongue." Nan Feng quickly explained, he knew that he had gotten carried away with his complacency, and offended the other two people in the Summer Palace except him with one sentence.
"What slip of the tongue? It's over for me to play a piece of music, otherwise, I have the method of Discipline Hall." He Yi looked at Nan Feng and said.
"Should we play a song, and this matter will be over?" Nan Feng asked in a low voice, he was worried that these two women would hold grudges.
He Yi nodded, in fact, she was just trying to scare Nan Feng, knowing that Nan Feng was joking, she didn't really mind.
"Today, you guys ate the imperial concubine's chicken wings, so let's have an imperial concubine get drunk. This is very difficult. Please forgive me if there are any problems. If you have money, please give me money." After Nan Feng finished speaking, he put the guitar box away. Pushing towards He Yi and Ah Li.
He Yi looked at Nan Feng, took out two purple gold coins from his waist pouch, and threw them into the box.
Taking two deep breaths, Nan Feng started. He started the male part, and when it came to the female part, he sang with his voice down. Although it was not close, it was passable.
The song was over soon, Nan Feng stretched out his hand and rubbed his chest, he was still very tired from singing the female voice, he was a bit out of breath.
"Nan Feng, I don't understand some of the words in this song, but I feel that the artistic conception is very high, full of lingering love, which makes people feel very sad, can you write it down?" He Yi looked at Nan Feng and asked road.
Nodding his head, Nan Feng thought it was nothing, the song was just appreciated by others.
With the pen prepared by Ah Li, Nan Feng began to write, and also made some introductions, "Maweipo is willing to die for true love. Maweipo is a place name. The story of this song happened in Here, at the end, the Tang Dynasty that dreamed back to the love of the Tang Dynasty was a dynasty.”
"Who knows that my love is cold... very poignant, what is the lyrics?" He Yi's eyes were a little blurred, and she was brought in by the song.
"I didn't write it. I don't have the ability." After Nan Feng finished speaking, he went to practice.
Nan Feng lived peacefully in the following days, but his cultivation base improved rapidly. Two months later, he was already a fourth-level warrior, and the second month slowed down a bit. After all, his cultivation base improved a bit. It is difficult, but Yi Yi is very satisfied with this progress.
He Yi didn't teach Nan Feng how to practice, Ah Li asked him once, and He Yi explained it in front of Nan Feng. Now Nan Feng should practice by himself, cultivate what belongs to him, what belongs to his own style Things belong to one's own sword technique foundation.
"You don't have a mentor, but you can be regarded as a member of Yiyuan when you cultivate in Yiyuan, so in the assessment after a month, you can't be ashamed, you don't want face, I want face." Looking at Nan Feng again after training After that, He Yi pointed at himself and reminded Nan Feng.
"To live is to live with dignity, Lord He Yi, don't worry! I will try my best, and I prefer the merit point reward." Nan Feng nodded.
In Tieshan Martial Arts Academy, merit points are very practical things, some exercises are not open to the public, but you can exchange them if you have enough merit points, so Nan Feng will not let go of the opportunity to obtain merit points, He will not give up on the assessment of new students, as well as the ranking in the assessment competition.
As for being sure, Nan Feng dare not say that he had no background when he came, but some students already had some foundation when they came, but this foundation will not be too much, after all, the foundation is too strong, and it is not good to be with freshmen. Appropriate, you are a samurai, the same as the students in the second-level district of Tieshan Martial Arts Academy. Is it suitable for you to enter the freshmen district? The college won't allow it either.
When there is pressure, there is motivation. Nan Feng's life has changed from the previous two points and one line to three points and one line, residence, library, and Summer Palace.
Bo Dunsha and the others didn't come to trouble Nan Feng again. It wasn't that they didn't want to look for them, it was because they didn't have a suitable opportunity. Going to Nan Feng's residence, Bo Dunsha and others dared not, the punishment of the Discipline Hall was not a joke, they didn't want to enter the confinement room again, and if something like last time happened again, it might not be as simple as entering the confinement room.
Nan Feng would sometimes teach Ah Li how to cook. Both He Yi and A Li liked the dishes made by Nan Feng.
"Miss, I'm already getting fat." After eating again, A Li looked at himself a little embarrassed.
"After finishing my work, I will work hard to cultivate like Nan Feng." After He Yi finished speaking, she also looked at herself, she was also worried that she was getting fat.
Nan Feng found that he was much stronger. After thinking about it for a while, he felt that the weight-bearing iron clothes had no feeling or effect on his body, so he went to the training ground and asked old students to change the weight-bearing iron clothes. Weight-bearing protective gear was also worn on the forearms, and a 20-jin weight-bearing iron arm was buckled on each forearm.
Nan Feng didn't add too much weight all at once, because he had to let his body adapt, adding too much weight suddenly would delay his cultivation.
The sound of Nan Feng's running hands became louder again, which made He Yi stunned for a moment, and after reading it, he understood what was going on. Some time ago, the voice became quieter because Nan Feng was able to control the negative effects brought by the weight-bearing iron suit. Now the voice became louder again, which meant that Nan Feng had increased the weight and could not do what he did a while ago.
Swinging the saber, Nan Feng worked very hard, after all, his arms were loaded with weight.
After training for a while, Nan Feng's face was covered with sweat, and his arm that swung the saber trembled a little.
"No matter what time it is, if you don't use the saber, you must be steady, fast, and accurate." He Yi said, she didn't mind Nan Feng resting, but she did mind that Nan Feng's cultivation was wrong.
"Not only must you be steady, fast, and accurate, but you must also be ruthless." Nan Feng growled, and then continued to draw the knife, letting the sweat drip down his face.
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At this time, He Yi couldn't tell what it was like. She said the essentials of the sword technique, but she didn't emphasize ruthlessness. She didn't want it to affect Nan Feng's character, but now Nan Feng said it himself.
During dinner, Nan Feng's hand holding the chopsticks trembled a little.
"Can you still do it, can't you hold the chopsticks steadily?" A Li stretched out his hand and hit Nan Feng on the arm.
Clang!
There was an echo, and Ah Li's slap landed on the weight-bearing armguard.
"What the hell?" Ah Li looked at his hand, then grabbed Nan Feng's sleeve and pulled it away for a look.
"Armguards, I wear a pair of armguards." Nan Feng continued to eat after finishing speaking.
At this time, He Yi understood why Nan Feng was not in good condition today, because not only his torso was under heavy load, but his arms were also under heavy load.
"Can you handle it?" He Yi asked.
"It's hard work, but I have to work hard, I can't do it without hard work." Nan Feng put down the bowl and chopsticks after eating, nodded to He Yi and Ah Li, and then left, with heavy steps, carrying a newly added bag Wearing a heavy iron suit, walking is very tiring.
"Miss, is this guy crazy?" Seeing Nan Feng leave, Ah Li turned to look at He Yi and asked.
"He is a strong person. He looks like he is joking on the surface, but he is full of reluctance to admit defeat."