Fast Travel: Blackened villains always want to monopolize me

Chapter 102

So... she was hurt?
Or is there something sick?

What kind of poison did you even get, so you need to take medicine for a long time?
Thinking of this, Yan Chu suddenly became worried.

What the hell happened to her?
He frowned, a little uneasy.

As if sensing his absent-mindedness, she suddenly stopped her movements.

"You're not paying attention."

"I……"

Yan Chu couldn't help turning to look at her.

He wanted to ask her what happened, is she okay now?
But when he met her dark eyes, he didn't know how to ask.

Perhaps, for someone with her personality, he might not be able to tell her if he asked her...

However, if you don't ask clearly...

Yan Chu felt that he might not be able to rest assured.

or……

When Feng Jin and the others came back and asked them, they were the closest people around her, and they must know a lot about her.

With a decision in his mind, he will concentrate more next time.

"Senior Sister, I... I didn't do it on purpose just now, shall we continue?"

Feng Tingyu stared at him for a few seconds, nodded slowly, said "um", circled him again, and stretched out his hand to hold his hand.

……

It has to be said that Yan Chu is worthy of the Yan family.

Both talent and understanding are extremely high.

In just one week, he was able to master the set of swordsmanship that Feng Tingyu taught him, making him extremely proficient.

Even, he has begun to further ponder on his own, how to use this set of swordsmanship superbly in battle, even to the extreme.

sunset.

In the evening, the sunset glow in the sky is as beautiful as ever.

Listen to Yuxuan, under the fallen flower tree.

A slender, fair-skinned, baby-faced man danced with a sword.

The use of each sword is so impartial, and the stabs are just right.

Not far from him, there was a woman in black with a pale face, expressionless, but staring at the scene in front of her seriously.

The wind blows, the sword flies, and the flower falls.

This scene is as beautiful as a painting.

"Swipe!"

Every time the sword was swung, there was a burst of clattering sound.

Feng Tingyu stood there and watched carefully for a while, then suddenly drew out his personal short sword and rushed over.

"Bang! Bang!"

The sound of weapons colliding was particularly crisp in this silent yard.

Yan Chu was startled by her sudden attack, but he quickly reacted.

He was busy adjusting his offensive as quickly as possible.

But for a moment, the two fought back and forth for dozens of rounds.

After about a quarter of an hour, the hearty fight finally came to an end.

In the end, it was Yan Chu's narrow victory.

Putting away the sword, he took two steps forward and approached her, a little stunned and said: "Senior Sister, you just released the water, otherwise I won't be able to win against you!"

Feng Tingyu put the sword into the scabbard and put it away to watch him, "It's not about releasing water, but I want to test your mastery and proficiency in this set of sword techniques. The result of the simple test is very good."

After finishing speaking, she turned her back to him, "Tonight at [-]:[-] pm, I'll see you in the back mountain, and I will teach you a set of internal strength that matches this sword technique."

After all, she went straight away.

Seeing this, Yan Chu felt anxious, "Senior Sister!"

Feng Tingyu's footsteps stopped.

"...Thank you, sister."

Feng Tingyu didn't speak, and walked away directly.

Now looking at her back as she walked further and further away, Yan Chu suddenly smiled.

It was a long-lost, most real smile under the mask.

……

night.

Three o'clock in the morning.

At this time, everything is silent, and the lights of all houses are dimmed.

Only the sound of the gentle breeze brushing against the branches can be heard softly.

The leaves on the branches danced lightly under the caress of the breeze.

(End of this chapter)