Villainess Wants To Turn Over A New Leaf: 101|【101】

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After Jimo Wu died, Jimo swordsmanship is equivalent to the loss of the world. Although it took a long time for Lu's son to learn the sword spectrum secretly, he only learned the first trick, which shows that this peerless swordsmanship is not something that ordinary people can thoroughly study.

Anyway, Lin Feilu doesn't have this ability.

She looked at Song Jinglan eagerly.

He just finished his sword training, with a light sweat on his forehead, receiving her eager gaze, he smiled helplessly, took the sword book and said: "Okay, I will teach you again."

Lin Feilu quit: "How long has it been until you learn? Teaching while learning!"

So Song Jinglan has an additional sword training in his daily life.

Sometimes I get tired from reviewing the memorials. When I am resting, I pick up the sword score next to me and look through it. Although the world of swordsmanship is divided into different categories, the swordsmanship is of the same clan, he has high martial arts attainments, and he can practice swordsmanship in the sea of ​​knowledge.

So Lin Feilu found out, why does this person get new moves every time he comes out of Lin'an Temple? !

Is he reviewing memorials or is he secretly practicing swords? ? ?

He learned a trick, and then taught her a trick. Lin Feilu learned to be serious in order not to lose weight in the future, but he didn't expect the martial arts talent to teach her to be a man.

Song Jinglan, who is studying alone, has learned the seventeenth trick, and she is still struggling with the seventh trick.

As a result, the teaching progress was greatly stretched.

It's very angry!

Since she got married, her temper has become more and more accustomed to him, and her creative potential is simply amazing. From full-grade green tea to full-grade refined, the transition went very smoothly.

As soon as Song Jinglan finished feeding her a set of swordsmanship, she saw the girl in front of her sitting on the ground without getting up, "Stop learning! You shameless!"

He carried his sword and walked over, squatted down in front of her, with the tip of the sword on the ground, smiling and asked: "Why am I kidding?"

She turned her head away, sulking: "You have learned from the back, every time you can guess my move, I can't hold your sword at all!"

Song Jinglan sighed, deliberately making a confused expression: "What should I do?"

Lin Feilu akimbo: "You are not allowed to learn anymore, wait until I catch up with your progress!"

He smiled and stretched out his hand: "Okay, will you continue?"

She snorted, her voice muffled: "No, I can't beat you anyway, I don't want to insult myself."

Song Jinglan said softly: "I don't use Jimo swordsmanship, I just use ordinary moves against you, okay?"

She turned her head, and gave him a dubious look: "Really?"

He nodded: "Really."

Lin Feilu has an inch: "Uncle Ji's swordsmanship is not allowed!"

Song Jinglan smiled: "Okay."

He pulled the person up from the ground, leaned over and patted the gray on the corner of her skirt, and when he held the sword again, his posture changed. Jimo swordsmanship is a peerless swordsmanship, and naturally has its advantages. Lin Feilu has been learning for so long. Although he has learned slowly, he can learn every trick and every method. Once Song Jinglan does not use the same swordsmanship, see She started to gain the upper hand when she tried.

She also has her own style of sword practice. Because of her light skills, she is more elegant and flexible. Song Jinglan deliberately fed, only defending but not attacking. The two of them entangled from Yong'an Palace to the outside viewing platform of the palace, seeing the palace people around them frightened.

In the end, seeing her exhausted, Song Jinglan finally showed a void, was picked out of her sword by her, and smiled: "I lost."

Although he made it obvious, but he was willing to make it, Lin Feilu was also willing to win, and straightened his waist proudly.

The palace people who have witnessed all of this are ordinary people, and naturally they can't understand the twists and turns. In their eyes, your Majesty had been chased and chopped with the sword by the empress, and finally abandoned the sword and gave up!

Since there is an extra queen, the atmosphere in the palace is not as solemn and solemn as before. The palace people who had been dismissed by Lin Feilu for lack of vitality gradually regained their vitality, and occasionally chatted about the empress’s daily life in private, and knocked on the empress’s sugar.

When Ji Liang came to the palace again a year later, he heard the people in the palace talking about your majesty's fancy surrender under the Queen's Sword every day.

A question mark slowly appeared on the head of the world's number one swordsman.

Is his direct disciple already so bad now?

He is accustomed to appearing at night, because he has a passable jade card specially given by Song Jinglan, he does not have to follow the procedure to go to the front door, every time he sneaks into the palace silently taking advantage of the darkness. When he came to Lin'an Temple, Song Jinglan was still writing memorials.

Before he showed up, Song Jinglan had already noticed the familiar breath, curled the corners of his lips slightly, and told Tiandong: "Retreat."

Tiandong knew that this was the meaning of Mr. Ji's arrival, and after getting the order, he deported all the guards and palace personnel in the temple. Ji Liang looked like you were afraid of society, and finally walked out of the shadows when everyone had left.

Song Jinglan put aside the pen and shouted with a smile, "Uncle Ji."

Ji Liang is still expressionless, just watching his eyes reveal a little bit of confusion.

Song Jinglan raised his eyebrows: "Uncle Ji, what's the matter?"

After a while, I heard Ji Liang coldly asking: "You can't beat that little girl?"

Song Jinglan was stunned, only to realize what he meant, and smiled helplessly: "Uncle Ji, I have to let her."

Ji Liang said in a cold voice: "Is there any renunciation when learning martial arts together?"

Song Jinglan said leisurely: "Uncle Ji, do you know the fun of husband and wife?"

Ji·faceless·cool: "I don’t understand."

He has only a sword in his heart in his life.

Song Jinglan smiled and revealed the topic. The two were talking in the hall. After a while, Ji Liang suddenly said, "Someone has come in."

Song Jinglan smiled and said: "It's okay, it's Luer."

At this time, she is the only one who can enter Lin'an Temple freely.

Ji Liang showed his expressionless and disgusting look again.

Lin Feilu stepped into the hall gate and walked through the corridor without seeing the guards on duty. He felt strange until he walked around Yuping and saw Ji Liang sitting on the mat, and then understood what was going on. She pressed her lips, a little surprised and a little happy: "Uncle Ji, when did you come?"

Ji Liang didn't even lift his eyelids, but returned two words coldly: "Just now."

She was used to his attitude a long time ago, and ran over with a smile: "Uncle Ji, long time no see, I miss you."

Ji Liang finally reacted, raising his head and casting a puzzled look at her.

Are we so familiar?

Lin Feilu pretended not to understand his eyes, but still had a sweet and well-behaved expression: "Since it's here, let's stay a little longer." She also carried a small food box in her hand, which was originally for Song Jinglan’s, now he just opened the lid and took out the dessert and handed it to him: "Uncle Ji, this is the soft bean cake I made. You can try it."

Everything was handed to his eyes, Ji Liang was awkward, and reached out to take it.

He wanted to put it aside, but Lin Feilu sat on his knees opposite him, blinking big eyes and looking at him expectantly, so that he couldn't even taste a bite, so he had to say nothing. The bowl of soft bean cakes are all finished.

She smiled more on her face, tilted her head and asked, "Uncle Ji, is it delicious?"

Ji Liang said with a blank expression on his face.

She seemed to have received great praise from this perfunctory response, and her eyes were bright and she said: "Then I will make it for Uncle Ji every day!"

Ji Liang wandered the rivers and lakes all his life, and although he was close to Song Jinglan but not close, not to mention in the rivers and lakes, he would be scared away by his cold sword intent from a distance. When did anyone have been so passionate about him.

Suddenly I felt uncomfortable everywhere in my body.

Song Jinglan asked next to him: "Where is mine?"

Lin Feilu tilted his head to look at him, and then at the bowl of soft bean cakes left in the food box. He sighed and said aggrieved: "Then give you mine. ."

Song Jinglan is quite content.

Ji Liang, whose tender bean cake is still undigested in his stomach: "...!"

What to do! He ate the little girl's soft bean cake! The little girl has nothing to eat! Why should he eat this **** soft bean cake? !

I don't know why, Lin Feilu always feels that the cold sword intent next to him is more turbulent!

Ji Liang visits the palace every other year to examine Song Jinglan's swordsmanship. When nothing happened in the arena, he occasionally lived in the palace. Discuss the sword with his direct disciple, and drink and drink with his friend Rong Heng.

He had no fixed place all his life, and he loved quietness. There were always people on Cangsong Mountain who came to him to compare swords. He didn't like to go back anymore, but the palace was quiet. Song Jinglan set aside a very quiet courtyard for him, with neither guards nor palace personnel. He lived and liked it very much.

As a result, as it turned out that day, he was still sitting in the room for luck and meditating, and he noticed that someone was approaching.

In a short while, the gate of the courtyard was knocked, and a girl's sweet voice came: "Uncle Ji, I'll bring you breakfast."

Ji Liang: "…………"

He walked out blankly and opened the courtyard door.

Outside Lin Feilu smiled like a flower, and handed the food box over: "Good morning, Uncle Ji, I don’t know what you like to eat. I’ve made a little bit of everything. Tell me which one do you like Yeah."

Ji Liang took it silently, and the girl waved to him: "Then I won't disturb Uncle Ji."

After speaking, he bounced and left.

Ji Liang watched her cheerful figure walk away before closing the door. Back in the room, he waited for the meditation to finish before opening the food box. Sure enough, the dishes were plentiful in it, even though it was a bit cold, he still ate them all.

At noon, Lin Feilu knocked on the door again, carrying a rich food box, and smilingly said: "Uncle Ji, which dishes do you like best in the morning?"

Ji Liang: "...It's all OK."

She nodded happily: "Then try again at noon!"

She left as soon as she delivered it, not too much to bother.

At night, people came again.

Ji Liang took the heavy food box and wanted to say something, she smiled and waved and ran away.

Early the next morning, the courtyard door was knocked on time.

Ji Liang moved his ears, still closing his eyes for luck, pretending that he was not there.

After knocking outside for a while, there was no sound. He heard the sound of footsteps going away, waited for nothing, then walked out slowly, opened the courtyard door, and saw a cooked food box at the door.

For a few days, regardless of whether he was really or not, he never stopped three meals a day.

Every time he reaches the meal, he will unconsciously raise his ears and pay attention to the movement around him.

Ji Liang feels that this habit is really inappropriate.

When Lin Feilu came to deliver food again, he opened the courtyard door before she could speak, and said coldly: "Don't deliver food anymore."

The little girl outside the door was taken aback, and the sweet smile on her face suddenly became stiff.

Ji Liang saw her fingers gradually tightening while holding the food box. Although trying to maintain a smile, Ji Liang asked him quietly: "Uncle Ji doesn't like eating the food I cook?"

Ji Liang didn't know how to answer, so he gave a "um".

I saw the little girl's eyes gradually red.

But she didn't cry, she smiled at him obediently, and said softly, "I know, I won't bother Uncle Ji anymore."

After speaking, smiled at him again, then turned and left.

Ji Liang's ears are so strong that he can't hear anything within a hundred meters.

As soon as I closed the door, I heard the little girl who had walked a certain distance weeping quietly, squirming, and feeling aggrieved.

Ji Liang: "…………"

I panicked.