"Nine hundred and ninety-seven, nine hundred and ninety-eight, nine hundred and ninety-nine...one thousand! - Phew, it's finally done!"
On the martial arts field in the princess's palace, a white figure swung the sword in his hand and collapsed to the ground from exhaustion.
"Miss, the young master said that you will have to use your kung fu to force the blood poison into your palms later. After that, you and Princess Saihan will go to Mei's house to ride horses and shoot ten pots of arrows!"
Under the shade of a tree nearby, Hanshuang was sitting on a small stool eating melon seeds.
Seeing Bai Yuyue taking a rest, she was naturally a little dissatisfied.
"Oh, got it."
Bai Yuyue got up impatiently, patted the dust off his body, and complained:
"Even if you are an iron man, you will die! Get up before dawn every morning, run for an hour, and do a set of boxing. Then there are the 'Eighteen Sword Techniques', practicing each one a thousand times..."
"That's right," Hanshuang said with a smile while spitting out the melon seed shells, "the young master said that the sword skills include 'split, stab, tease, sweep, cut, hang, collapse, point, wipe, lift, cloud, and frame'
, block, penetrate, lead, chop, cut, hold', a total of eighteen postures. Once practiced, it is better than anything else."
"That's eighteen postures. Each posture is repeated a thousand times, which is eighteen thousand times! God! -" Bai Yuyue sighed.
"Okay, stop complaining, miss. Who told you that you were so determined to learn swordsmanship? Learning swordsmanship is not that easy?" Hanshuang curled his lips.
"Of course I have to learn swordsmanship, because he can..."
Bai Yuyue said, his eyes gradually became fixed, and he suddenly smiled gently.
"Miss..." Hanshuang also suppressed her smile.
Whenever he mentioned something about Cang Xiyao, Bai Yuyue would have such an expression.