Wen Nanfang walked behind Lin Zhihuang, surrounded her from the rear, and opened her slender hands to wrap Lin Zhihuang's hand holding the sword.

No matter how much I said, it would be more convincing than to see the effect of the "Qingchan" sword with my own eyes. Wen Nanfang wanted to take her to try the sword together.

Wen Nanfang just grabbed Lin Zhihuang's hand and was surprised again. Lin Zhihuang's hand was so delicate and small, and it really didn't look like a man's hand.

Wen Nanfang felt a strange feeling in his heart, frowned slightly, and once again complained that his lord's body was too weak, even his skeleton was so thin that he really should not slack off and exercise hard.

Wen Nanfang calmed down his mind, but he was not too entangled. He held Lin Zhihuang's hand tightly and shook his arms. The "Qingchan" was like a snake's sword body, which was immediately shaking hard and straight, with a murderous aura.

Lin Zhihuang was amazed at the sight. Then, Wen Nanfang's hand was driven to swing his sword body quickly. Suddenly, the sword body of "Qingchan" slashed across the sword training stake beside him. Lin Zhihuang held the hilt of the sword in his hand and felt a very small resistance coming from the sword body. The wooden stake as thick as a bowl was cut horizontally by "Qingchan" and fell to the ground with a thud.

Wen Nanfang's movement was done in one go, extremely smooth, because he was holding Lin Zhihuang's hand and swinging the sword. When he used his strength to turn around, Lin Zhihuang's rushing force was too strong and his lower plate was unstable, so he poured back into Wen Nanfang's arms.

Lin Zhihuang was only as tall as Wen Nanfang's chest. At this moment, he leaned against his arms because of his unstable figure. He did not realize that there was anything wrong with the postures of the two.

At this time, Emperor Lin Zhihuang was full of his mind on the sword "Qingchan". He sighed in his heart that this is a precious sword! It's so wonderful!

Because of carrying Lin Zhihuang to test the sword, Lin Zhihuang leaned in his arms because of unsteady lower plate. Wen Nanfang's thin lips were swept across Lin Zhihuang's hair, and a faint fragrance came from the tip of his nose.

A strange thing flashed through Wen Nanfang's heart again, his brows frowning, and he felt something was wrong with his body today.

However, after practicing for a while, my heartbeat accelerated a little? Could it be that I didn’t use breakfast today? It seems that I can’t do this next time, it may hurt my body.

After experiencing escape, he often had a meal of hunger and fullness, which still had some impact on his body. Wen Nanfang thought so.

The figures of the two of them snuggled tightly, Lin Wanniang, who came here to peep here not far away, saw clearly in the distance. She was surprised by Wen Nanfang's unparalleled handsomeness, and was shocked by their blatant eyes. She actually hugged her in broad daylight, which was extremely unfair!

Hu Hong, who had been following Emperor Lin Zhihuang, saw his eldest lady falling in Wen Nanfang's arms, suddenly glared and stared at Wen Nanfang fiercely.

Lin Zhihuang didn't care about the accidental contact she had just had. Her plane was different from the Daji Dynasty. It was normal for men and women to work together. Some accidental contact was so normal, so she certainly wouldn't care.

Lin Zhihuang naturally jumped out of Wen Nanfang's arms, stepped forward and touched the thick wooden stake that was smoothly cut in marvel. He was amazed and said excitedly: "If there is this sword, can I use such a powerful sword force?"

Lin Zhihuang thought of it and did it. He imitated Wen Nanfang's sword shaking just now, and immediately tried it herself. As a result, she found that no matter how she shook the sword, the "Qingchan" was as soft as a thin piece, no longer as powerful as before. In the meantime, she could only leave shallow traces on the sword practice stake, and could not cut the sword practice stake horizontally like Wen Nanfang.

Seeing this, Wen Nanfang had a smile on his eyes, which prevented Lin Zhihuang from continuing to chop down. He explained indifferently: "Lord, it's useless. You need to practice from now on, and you have to practice for more than two years before you can cut the effect Congshen just now. Start practicing with the strength of your wrist."

"Then start now!" Lin Zhihuang said impatiently. She urgently needed the ability to protect herself.

Seeing that Lin Zhihuang's enthusiasm for martial arts was mobilized, Wen Nanfang smiled deeper in his eyes, and nodded, and began to teach Lin Zhihuang the key points of using swords. One of them taught seriously and the other was serious, and the atmosphere was particularly harmonious.

The only discord is the red.

Hu Hong has been staring at Wen Nanfang viciously since he tried the sword.

Wen Nanfang's spirit was all focused on how to teach Lin Zhihuang to practice martial arts, and he did not notice this strange phenomenon.

But Qingyun and Qingniu, who followed Wen Nanfang's two troops, saw clearly, were particularly unhappy. Hu Hong, the maid, was really arrogant by Emperor Lin Zhihuang, because she was so mean and arrogant. Why did she not know the rules and not know the difference between superiors and inferiors? How dare she stare at his master so straightforwardly?

Didn’t the owner of their family teach her master carefully to practice martial arts? Why did it seem like he had made a mistake in teaching? So, they also stared at Hu Hong fiercely.

On the martial arts field.

The atmosphere is quite harmonious on one side, and the atmosphere is particularly strange on the other side.
Chapter completed!