Chapter 6 The Princess’ Career Line (2)

After several tests, Wanyan Jing came to the east formation in defeat and ordered Gantang to find a rope and pass it through the hole in the token, and hang the token around his neck.

Has she heard that there is a kind of incense in the Western Regions that can be smoked? It can relieve the patient's pain at first, but after a long period of confinement, it will become addictive and can no longer be separated. Without the incense, thousands of ants will eat the heart, which is very painful.

Could it be that the little token is similar to something? The effect would be too quick!

Furongxiang begged me to smoke it every month, at least for a few weeks before the addictive effect would be felt. It took less than half a day for her to get the small token, not to mention that Manager Zhang didn't come to her to ask for the token back, nor did he

I heard that Manager Zhang was feeling unwell. Apparently, Manager Zhang had been with the token longer before her.

"Master Yang is here. The princess is not feeling well tomorrow. Please rest first. Mingyue will ask Dr. Deng to come and take a look at the princess." Gan Tang frowned and said worriedly.

Wan Yanjing walked to the outer hall and took a look. Sure enough, Master Yang was already waiting outside.

Master Yang’s real name is San Gu, she is the daughter of the director of the Yang Family Martial Arts School in Beijing. She is about forty years old. Although she has two daughters and one son, she has been practicing martial arts since she was a child. At this time, she is not wearing shorts and looks quite young and neat.

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Wanyanjing's chosen master has his own merits. Master Yang is not only superb in martial arts, he is also a very strict teacher. Wanyanjing will not let her indulge in anything because of her status. Please Wanyanjing.

Jing will let her go tomorrow, and when she returns east, she will surely be punished.

"Now that he's here, let's go. He feels much better. We can't let Master Yang have a fight." Wan Yanjing decided to continue practicing martial arts. If it's easy, it won't hurt, and if it's painful, it won't work. She probably won't catch a cold.

Maybe it will be better if you work up a sweat.

Wan Yanjing changed into her martial arts uniform and followed Master Yang to the martial arts hall. Master Yang taught very seriously and wished he could teach everything he had learned in his life. Firstly, Wanyanjing was indeed a good student who worked hard and obeyed, and secondly, her daughter

When she got married, Wan Yanjing gave her a big red envelope. As for the three...

Sangu Yang looked at the small token hanging around Wanyanjing's neck, and was lost in thought for a moment. When she looked up, she saw Wanyanjing looking at her with Lingling eyes.

Wanyanjing's eyebrows slightly raised and her heart moved, but Yang Sangu then smiled and talked to her about the token generously: "The pendant that the princess will wear tomorrow is not unique. It is different from the princess's style in the past month."

Gan Tang looked at Wan Yanjing's eyes and naturally took over the words with a sad tone: "But the gift that his prince prepared for the princess is a good thing that can calm the mind, so I don't know when to mock his prince.

Only then can you wake up."

Sangu Yang also suppressed her smile, clasped her legs together and sighed: "Whether the prince is a good person or not, I am sure that good people have their own destiny."

Under the guidance of Master Yang, Wan Yanjing ran around the martial arts field several times, and then practiced chopping with a steel knife weighing about seven kilograms.

Wan Yanjing had to hold that steel knife with her legs, not to mention chopping at first, but after practicing for more than a year, she was able to swing it succinctly, and her legs also had calluses.

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It was midsummer, and although the location where Wan Yanjing practiced swordsmanship was in the shade, it was like this every month, so he would inevitably get a little tan.

Women in Kyoto are after the delicate figure with slim waist and red skin. Wan Yanjing used to be the best in that style, but after a few years in Mingbu Nao, her appearance completely changed. For this reason, when she went to banquets, she was often criticized by aristocratic families. No one in Bu Nao dared to come to her to find out about the cynicism and sarcasm of the ladies in private. Everyone was getting by with it, so Wanyan Jing pretended not to know about it.

"Hey, ha, hey!!" After practicing the sword, Wan Yanjing started boxing again.

Can she practice the Yang Family Boxing passed down from the Yang family? It is famous for its combination of hardness and softness, and its ability to move a thousand pounds. It was famous in the world decades ago and is especially suitable for women to practice.

The sweat on her face flowed down the side of her neck into a stream, her clothes were soaked through, and her strength began to be exhausted, but she did not stop. Instead, her eyes became sharper and her fists became more fierce. The small fists "bang bang bang" He hit the sandbag with an overwhelming killing intent.

Sangu Yang looked on happily and nodded from time to time.

During the past year or so of boxing and wielding knives, Wanyanjing didn't think about anything else. She imagined that the sandbag in front of her looked like Huo Xiang's sanctimonious face, and her fierce energy rose in her heart, making her boxing powerful. increase.

Ugliness doesn't matter, just hope that Huo Xiang can be defeated, or that a great revenge can be avenged, that doesn't matter.

The more she fights, the heavier her mood becomes. Every time she is praised by Master Yang for her progress, not only will she not be happy, but she will be reminded of the scene where Huo Xiang was dressed in a red robe and was blown by the wind, standing silently on a high wall with a sword.

If a person does not move, his power will fly;

With one sword, the storm rises!

There were roars of dragons and tigers hidden among the lightning and thunder, the sound was powerful and yet still, the sword was simple and quiet, like a child who had just learned to sword follow Shituo.

At a moment east, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked. The Twelve-Star Dragon Bird Formation that had stood upright for hundreds of years in Daijin was broken. The thousands-mile high wall that Daijin had been reinforced and built by dozens of generations collapsed just like that.

That scene made her eyes tear up.

That scene also became an inner demon that was difficult for her to overcome.

Such a powerful person seems to have the power of ghosts and gods. How can she defeat him with the fancy fists and embroidered legs she practiced with Master Yang?

She chopped five hundred times and punched five hundred times a day. She fought for more than a year without breaking the sandbag, so how could she give Huo Xiang a heavy blow with her fists?

Whenever she thought about it, infinite despair would overwhelm her, making her so sad that she almost cried.

She didn't shed any tears after all, maybe they had all been shed in those years. Those useless things could not help her defeat her enemies.

As for whether one punch could be stronger than the other, she didn't believe it. No one could do it. Huo Xiang could be that strong, but she couldn't.

If there wasn't a steel knife hanging above my head, and there weren't those hatreds on my back, that kind of regular life would be quite comfortable.

Living in Prince Wuxuan's Mansion, using the title of Princess Wuxuan, it is a false name; with the desire to cut Huo Xiang into eight pieces, but knowing that it is a joke to shake a tree with a fly.

Hatred will fade day by day as time goes by, fighting spirit and sharp edges will gradually disappear as she gets older, and this will be the same throughout her life until she dies.

But I didn't expect that things in the world are unpredictable. Although the earthworms can't shake the towering trees, there is a chance that the towering trees will be struck by lightning themselves.

Ru Ming, when she boxed again, she was in a completely different state of mind. Logically speaking, Huo Xiang was already dead, and she did not need to practice martial arts so hard anymore. But after leaving Huo Xiang, she still felt unusually happy while boxing.

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"Bang!" Wan Yanjing concentrated her attention and punched out again. The punch whizzed by, with the sound of gold and stone. Different from usual, the sandbag that received the punch exploded instantly, and the sand and soil were flying from here to there.

The stuff spread all over her.

"Bah! Bah!" Wanyan Jing was stunned for a moment, then she jumped away and wiped the dust off her face.

Gantang had already prepared water and cloths for her to wipe after practicing martial arts. Ruming used them early, and Wanyanjing reluctantly washed her face, legs and arms.

Gan Tang, who was waiting not far away, scolded the guards and maids outside the martial arts field: "The sandbag has just been replaced with a new one. Why is it so easy to explode? Where is Sister Yushi? Ask her to come to the palace quickly. She will never do it again."

Where did you buy the sandbags? The princess's legs are bleeding, so she goes to get ointment and bandages very quickly. Princess, am I fine? He will ask Doctor Deng to come over."

Wan Yanjing shook her head, looking at the little scrapes on her leg, she was slightly lost in thought. She was immersed in the feeling of the punch just now.

Sangu Yang walked over quickly. Unlike Wan Yanjing, the guard maid who was anxious to leave, she was actually full of joy: "Congratulations on your promotion to martial arts, princess!"
Chapter completed!