Sui Bianhong smiled lazily, tied the sword in his hand with a gorgeous sword flower, walked into the inner circle of the martial arts training ground, nodded and said: "Yes. It is not appropriate to not practice martial arts for a long time."

Because of Sui Bianhong's competitive spirit, after Emperor Lin Zhihuang entrusted him with the household registration affairs of Lixian County, he seemed to be unconcerned about the matter, but in fact he was very attentive to his work and just wanted to do it faster and better.

After finishing this matter, let Lin Zhihuang look at him with admiration.

In fact, Sui Bianhong was still very concerned about what Lin Zhihuang said before, "I don't believe you at this moment."

Therefore, before the household registration matter is properly handled, Sui Bianhong can even save time for eating and drinking, let alone free time for martial arts training.

Yesterday, Sui Bianhong finally settled all the household registration matters, and today he came to the martial arts training ground to practice martial arts.

Lin Zhihuang smiled knowingly after hearing this: "Has Congyuan sorted out all the household registration affairs in Lixian County?"

Sui Bianhong's peach blossom eyes flashed with a hint of contentment: "Naturally."

Lin Zhihuang noticed the look in Sui Bianhong's eyes and shook his head helplessly: "Congyuan, you can compress these three months into one month and finish it. It's easy to hurt your body. In the future, you should combine work and rest."

good."

"Thank you for your trouble, my lord, Bian Hong is doing it with ease." Then Bian Hong curled his lips and smiled, his head naturally tilted slightly to one side, which was a carefully designed good-looking angle.

Lin Zhihuang: "......"

Seeing Sui Bianhong acting like this, Hua Ling felt that this man was seducing her lord, so she moved her legs and inserted her tall body between Lin Zhihuang and Sui Bianhong.

When Hua Ling saw Sui Bianhong turning his eyes towards her, she said wildly: "My dear, Mr. Moriyama is indeed a man who loves beautiful things. Tsk, tsk, you are so tall, you are really rare."

When Hua Ling said this, she glanced at Sui Bianhong up and down with piercing eyes. It was nothing more than a gangster who teased women from good families.

Sui Bianhong: ".........."

The next moment, Sui Bianhong and Hua Ling took a few steps away from Lin Zhihuang and began to compete and communicate in the martial arts training ground.

Lin Zhihuang: "......"

These thorns...

Lin Zhihuang rested his forehead on his hands. The subordinates were all so unique, which was really worrying.

Flying sand rose up in the martial arts training ground, swords and spears intersected, and the clanging sound continued.

Lin Zhihuang saw the two fighting at the side, and his anger was almost exhausted, so he stopped him and said: "Yueyin and Congyuan are both colleagues. There is nothing wrong with fighting each other, but you need to pay attention to it."

After Lin Zhihuang spoke like this, Hua Ling and Sui Bianhong still had a sense of proportion, so they each stopped and stopped.

After stopping, Hua Ling and Suibian Hong looked at each other with unfriendly eyes.

Hua Ling snorted softly: "Sui Langjun puts on this kind of posture, isn't it just for people to see? Why are you so angry?"

Then Bian Hong turned his long sword into a sword flower and said lazily: "Beauty is not a sin, but desecrating beauty is. General Hua, please respect yourself."

These two people really...can't stand each other.

Lin Zhihuang was dumbfounded and interrupted: "My Lord, Guan Congyuan, when you were fighting Yueyin just now, all the sword moves you made seemed to be based on cleverness?"

Lin Zhihuang spoke, and Bian Hong and Hua Ling couldn't always face each other in front of their lord, so they really looked away from each other.

Then Bian Hong raised his hand to Lin Zhihuang and replied truthfully: "Yes, Bian Hong believes that attacking people with force will inevitably be disrespectful and inelegant. Therefore, Bian Hong practices swordsmanship that focuses on skillful strength."

Lin Zhihuang's mouth twitched slightly, this was really in line with his temperament.

Sui Bianhong is a man from an aristocratic family who has the aristocratic style engraved in his bones. He is gorgeous and elegant in everything he does. He is both confident and narcissistic, and has extremely high self-esteem.

Of course, Sui Bianhong's background and his own talents also supported the development of his temperament. From this point of view, he is exceptionally consistent on the inside and outside.

Well, Sui Bianhong's temperament is also very easy to offend others. If he meets a villain, he will suffer a big loss. Not everyone in this world is a gentleman.

That's all, I have always forced him to be my slave now. If I find this, I will slowly help him change it in the future.

Lin Zhihuang shook his head secretly in his heart, but what he said went straight to the point: "I wonder if Congyuan will be free during this time? Can you come to guide me in martial arts?"

Sui Bian Hong was slightly surprised when he heard this, thought for a moment, and reiterated emphatically: "When teaching martial arts, Bian Hong will not hold back."

Well, in terms of taking things seriously, Congyuan and Congshen are quite similar. They are indeed disciples taught by their master.

Lin Zhihuang immediately said: "When I was teaching martial arts, Congyuan was my master. Naturally, I listened to my master in everything."

Lin Zhihuang had already experienced harsh training under Wen Nanfang. When he was spreading his teachings and practicing martial arts, could he be more ruthless than Wen Nanfang?

Since ancient times, only strict teachers can produce outstanding disciples, and Lin Zhihuang had no objection to this matter.

An hour later.

Lin Zhihuang, whose hair was covered with sand, was once again hit in the arm by Sui Bianhong with his sword scabbard. Sui Bianhong used such force that Lin Zhihuang was once again unsteady on his feet, unable to hold back, and fell sideways again.

Into the sand.

Lin Zhihuang buried his face in the sand again: "..."

Wrong calculation...

Sui Bianhong was more severe than Wen Nanfang, and he was even more merciless.

It would have never been expected that the stern Wen Nanfang would be so gentle.

The children of these aristocratic families are capable of both civil and military skills. It seems that they are not incapable of enduring hardships. When they practice martial arts, this is also the case.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t ask others like this.

Sui Bian Hong's face was filled with solemn expression: "The strength of the lower plate is lacking, my lord, I need to practice the lower plate again."

Lin Zhihuang pulled out his profile from the sand, took a deep breath, picked up his sword, stood up, and attacked Suibian Hong again.

"When drawing a sword, don't just focus on speed, but also focus on accuracy. Find the opponent's weakness before attacking." Sui Bianhong used the scabbard to fend off Lin Zhihuang's sword attack with ease again, and reminded him loudly.

Lin Zhihuang nodded calmly, adjusted his sword posture, and drew his sword again.

At noon, the sun shines brightly.

After Lin Zhihuang finished bathing, Huang Qijin massaged the medicated oil for Lin Zhihuang's bruises with a distressed look on his face.

"Hiss..." When Huang Qijin wiped his arm, Lin Zhihuang couldn't help but let out a soft hiss.

"Sui Langjun is too much, why don't you know how to hold back?" Huang Qijin's eyes were slightly red, but he gritted his teeth when he said this.
Chapter completed!