Martial Arts: A Chinese Ghost Story, Huang Rong Tears

"Li Qiye, are you making fun of me?"

Zhao Min's eyes stared like copper bells for a moment.

How could she, as the majestic princess of Ruyang Palace, do the work of these servants?
Li Qiye's reaction to Zhao Min was obviously expected.

But he put on an inscrutable look, and shook his head slowly:

"If you don't sweep a house, how can you sweep the world?"

"Haven't I got long hands myself, can't I wash these dirty clothes and socks myself?"

"What's more, now that I have no shortage of silver taels, even if I change one a day, it won't hurt at all?"

"The reason why you are asked to wash these dirty clothes and socks is to see your perseverance and your patience and adaptability."

"If you can't even endure this little bit of suffering, you are definitely not qualified to be my apprentice."

To put it bluntly, Li Qiye just forced Zhao Min to wash, if he didn't wash, then he couldn't be Li Qiye's apprentice.

"it is good!"

Zhao Min gritted his silver teeth angrily.

"Aren't these dirty clothes and socks?"

"I wash!"

After saying that, Zhao Min strode out with the basket of dirty clothes in one hand and the basket of smelly socks in the other.

"Wait a minute!"

At the moment Zhao Min was about to go out, Li Qiye stopped her again.

"what happened again?"

"Clean the shoes I'm wearing today!"

"what?"

Zhao Min threw the two baskets of clothes in the corridor with a bang.

If we compare these two baskets of clothes to goods, then Li Qiye's shoes are the last straw that broke the camel's back!
"Li Qiye, I won't do it..."

Before she could say anything, Li Qiye took a step ahead and let out a long sigh, saying:

"Oh, sure enough."

"Surely what?"

"Sure enough, she is worthy of being the princess of the Ruyang Palace, but she has a backbone. Thinking of the disciple I accepted a few days ago, it may be because of her poor family, these tests can't help her at all."

What kind of character is Zhao Min? She is the kind of character who refuses to admit defeat. Now that Li Qiye is comparing her with Yilin, how can she admit defeat?
So he finally swallowed all the following words back into his stomach.

And turned around and walked to Li Qiye's bed, taking away all of Li Qiye's shoes in retaliation.

"Hey, Zhao Min, don't take all my shoes away, how many pairs do I have that I haven't worn at all?"

Zhao Min turned a deaf ear to Li Qiye's words behind him, and before leaving, he closed the door of Li Qiye's room tightly.

When she walked out the door, she smiled sweetly.

After all, this can also be regarded as a small revenge.

But looking down at the dirty clothes and smelly socks scattered on the floor, she frowned again, stomped her little feet angrily, but finally squatted down, pinching her nose with one hand and packing up the clothes with the other.

It was half past night.

Qixia Zhenbei.

above the hills.

Two peerless and elegant women stood opposite each other.

Invite the moon.

Lian Xing.

An upright duel.

This is the opportunity that Yaoyue gave Lianxing.

"bring it on."

Yaoyue waved her hand lightly.

"Sister, your injury has not recovered yet."

Lian Xing didn't back down, even at this point, Yaoyue is her sister after all.

"So, this is a relatively fair duel, isn't it?"

Yaoyue asked back with a blank expression.

"Come on, let me see your progress during this time!"

Lian Xing took a long breath, tried his best to suppress the fear deep in his heart, and finally made a move.

She slapped Yaoyue directly in front of her.

Palm method, transfer flowers and jade.

This palm drew an arc from midair.

In a trance, people couldn't see where the jade palm landed.

However, the two teachers came from the same sect, and Yaoyue's skill has steadily surpassed Lianxing's.

So, she didn't even look at it, she just tilted her neck lightly, and the palm brushed past her cheek, and her figure seemed to have not moved at all.

The other palm came later, this palm came from Yaoyue's hand, it was so fast, it was as if she had never made a move.

However, Lian Xing's figure flew out straight and upside down, flipping backwards repeatedly from mid-air, which was able to offset the force of this palm!

"Keep your hand? Did I Yaoyue ever need you to keep my hand!"

While speaking, Yaoyue's external energy was entangled like a blue thread.

The blue line still meanders and never disappears, but the Yaoyue within it has been behind Lianxing in the blink of an eye.

The five fingers are released like flowers.

palm out.

This palm carried five kinds of treacherous internal energy, and it slapped Lian Xing's back mercilessly.

boom!
Lianxing's whole body suddenly fell towards the bottom like a kite with a broken string.

Yaoyue still didn't look at it, but there was a smile from the corner of her mouth.

She was not delighted with the power of her palm, but because Lian Xing finally became serious.

Ming Yu Gong.

Dreams are like butterflies.

The Lian Xing falling down is like a shooting star that fades away, and instantly scattered into the shadows of butterflies!
The Lian Xing she hit just now was just an illusion that Lian Xing deliberately created for her.

Ming Yu Kungfu practiced to the eighth level, can consolidate the internal force of the whole body, when the enemy enters one's side, the internal force will rush to the head orifices, and leave an afterimage of the solidified internal force from the place just standing.

Yaoyue suddenly turned her head and slapped her back fiercely.

Palms meet!

boom!
I just felt that it was real for a moment, and then the palm force was like hitting a cotton.

Still just a feint.