Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

With Wen Tiandong's help, Zhao Xuehan embarked on the road of practice in a semi-serious way: wake up in the morning and meditate on the bed, and practice sword in the yard under Yan Ke's supervision in the afternoon.

Yan Ke won't hurt herself, but it's definitely not serious to teach.What he does most often is to ask Zhao Xuehan to hold a sword in one hand, spread his arms, and sometimes ask him to raise one leg. In short, he first poses in an extremely stupid posture, and then stands in this posture for an hour. Zhao Xuehan memorized the basic sword moves in his mind.

As for himself, after obtaining the permission of the Lin family's parents, he lit a fire in the yard, while watching Zhao Xuehan posing, while crackling roasting sweet potatoes and roasting chestnuts. When he finished training, he peeled them directly for him to eat.

Practicing like this, I don't know when I can really match my identity as a demon king.After standing for an hour, Zhao Xuehan squatted by the fire, chewing chestnuts while thinking sadly.His life now is not like that of a demon.Squatting beside the fire with Yan Ke like this is like an old man and old lady who has retired for more than ten years.

Zhao Xuehan moved his eyes, and sneaked a glance at Yan Ke who was beside him peeling chestnuts without saying a word.

Yan Ke is so powerful, but she has been fooling around with her useless self all the time, presumably either she really likes Zhao Xuehan, or she really loves her dog.

If it wasn't for him to take care of himself, why would he be nesting in this yard?He can completely kill the Demon Lord, replace him, hold the power in his hands, and command the Demon Realm.

Oh, what a lover.Thinking of this, Zhao Xuehan secretly sighed.It's a pity that I'm a dog brain, and I can't respond to your sincerity.If Yan Ke is interested in the demon's body, I can be generous and force him to do so.But this is a bit sorry for the real Demon Lord.

When Zhao Xuehan was thinking wildly, a few chestnuts came over again.Zhao Xuehan hastily blocked it with his hand. "I don't eat, I don't eat," he said, "I eat too much, my mouth is dry."

After hearing this, Yan Ke stood up, as if planning to pour a glass of water for Zhao Xuehan.Zhao Xuehan quickly pulled him back.He felt really sorry for being served by such a person all the time.

"You don't have to be so nice to me." Zhao Xuehan whispered.

"I'm happy." Yan Ke said, still poured him a cup of tea.

Zhao Xuehan took the tea and rolled his eyes.

Since he seems to like me, how about I use this to seduce him or something, and ask him to teach me more?

Probably because the bonfire made his brain a little bit wrong, Zhao Xuehan sighed that he was getting more and more limitless, and leaned against Yan Ke's side.He cleared his throat and put on a smile.

"Do you really like me?" he asked.

Yan Ke froze for a moment, then lowered his eyes, and played with the bonfire with the branch in his hand, sparks flew into the air, crackling.

"Yes." He replied, simple and direct.

Zhao Xuehan's heart skipped a beat, and then he asked with a smile: "Which one do you like? Zhao Xuehan, or the current me?"

Yan Ke didn't hesitate: "I like you."

"Oh?" Zhao Xuehan raised an eyebrow, and bumped Yan Ke with his shoulder, "Why do you like Fa?"

Yan Ke didn't look at him, didn't speak, and picked up the chestnut skins on the ground.

"Can you remember what happened before you entered this body?" Yan Ke suddenly jumped to the topic.

Zhao Xuehan froze for a moment: "I can't remember."

Yan Ke was silent for a while.The twigs in the campfire blazed and rattled.

"If you can remember, you will know how I like you." He said softly.

Zhao Xuehan silently looked at Yan Ke's profile.He probably really loves his dog.Zhao Xuehan thought, feeling worried again.But in this case, his method of exchanging color for profit will no longer work.If he really likes dogs, he certainly won't have any other thoughts about people with a dog soul.

I really don't know what kind of dog Yan Ke raises, it's worth his concern.

Zhao Xuehan was thinking about it, but saw Lin Jue rubbing his hands and bouncing into the gate.Seeing the fire in the yard, he ran towards the two of them, knelt down and spread out his palms to warm the fire.

"It's too cold." Lin Jue complained while shivering, "I wanted to go out to watch a play, but the best sword-wielding demon in the troupe couldn't come out. The troupe owner said that people in the city didn't like it." He took He touched the branch and poked the fire, "How good is the performance of the Demon Lord! How could anyone not like it! He got out for nothing!"

Zhao Xuehan handed him a few chestnuts: "You ran out to play so casually, aren't you afraid that your senior brother will recognize you and arrest you back to the Yuancheng sect?"

"Don't worry about it, I have my own way." Lin Jue peeled the chestnuts and stuffed them into his mouth, muttering, "But you, practice swords in my yard every day, have you learned some tricks? ? Show me your hands?"

"Okay." Zhao Xuehan clapped his hands and prepared to stand up, "I just learned a trick called Golden Rooster Independence, and I can stand on one leg for two hours, so I'll show you standing there."

"Farewell, farewell," Lin Jue hurriedly stopped him, "I don't want to watch it." He rolled his eyes and looked at Yan Ke: "I didn't watch the sword dance today as a demon, but it's a disappointment, how about Come and show me some dance moves. I will ask Cui Cui to give you hot wine to drink at night."

"No." Yan Ke didn't even bother to look up at Lin Jue.

Zhao Xuehan changed his mind.He also likes to watch others dance swords.Although Yan Ke taught him the sword style, he only told him the posture, and never demonstrated it directly.

Yan Ke is so powerful, it must be very good to dance with a sword.Thinking about it, Zhao Xuehan poked Yan Ke with his elbow.

"Show yourself," he whispered, "I want to see it too."

Yan Ke turned her head to look at Zhao Xuehan, then sighed helplessly, and stood up.He picked up the wooden sword that Zhao Xuehan put beside him, walked to the center of the courtyard, slowly raised his hand, and made a gesture of raising his hand.

Zhao Xuehan stared at Yan Ke's movements intently.He moved slowly at first, but after a few simple raises, his speed gradually picked up.I saw him dressed in black like the wind, only heard rustling noises, but could not see the specific figure.The wooden sword cut across the air, and there seemed to be a flash of blue light on the blade, stirring the fallen leaves in the courtyard to dance.

He seemed to be integrated with the sword, and it was difficult for Zhao Xuehan to distinguish whether the wanton fluttering form was Yan Ke or his sword intent.The condensed winter air in the courtyard seemed to be flowing, catering to Yan Ke's sword dance, trembling with the bricks and trees in the courtyard with a killing air.

Then at a certain moment, the air flow stopped instantly, and the ink-colored wind blowing in the courtyard also stopped.The leaves fell back into place, as if nothing had happened.Yan Ke slowly made a termination posture, then gently put down the hand holding the sword, turned around and looked at Zhao Xuehan quietly.

Zhao Xuehan stared blankly at Yan Ke, and had long forgotten to speak.

"Awesome..." He murmured sincerely, "...so beautiful."

Yan Ke raised his eyebrows, and put the sword behind his back, as if he was a little embarrassed.

Lin Jue clapped his hands and said with a smile: "It's amazing! After watching Mr. Yan dance the sword, even if I didn't see the Demon Lord, I don't have any complaints!" He threw the chestnut shell into the fire with a smile, and patted Zhao Xuehan on the back: " He is so capable, you should cherish it!"

Yan Ke frowned and glared at Lin Jue, Lin Jue made a face, and ran back to the house.

Zhao Xuehan stepped forward, took the sword from Yan Ke, and looked at him with shining eyes.

"If I have been learning swords from you, will I be able to practice like you in the end?" He asked Yan Ke excitedly.

"No." With a straight face, Yan Ke lightly patted Zhao Xuehan's leg with the tip of his sword.

"The rest is over. Next, the golden rooster will be independent for an hour." He ordered, turned and sat back by the fire with a blank expression, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Xuehan didn't notice it.

In the next few days, he practiced some basic moves under Yan Ke's instruction with a sad face.Sometimes Zhao Xuehan would use his own brain and change his posture a little bit.He began to try to imitate Yan Ke's movements. Although he was a little blind, it seemed to have some effect.

Whenever he swung the wooden sword in a certain posture, small sparks would be produced at the tip of the sword.By changing the direction of the blade, sparks can also be launched.Although simple and naive, Zhao Xuehan was still very happy.This was figured out by himself, and Yan Ke didn't know it.He didn't dare to tell Yan Ke either.

On this day, Zhao Xuehan continued to stand on one foot with his sword held high and his arms raised high.Yan Ke was not there, so he was a little lax.The sky was gloomy, and it seemed that it was going to rain soon.

I don't know where Yan Ke has gone, and whether he can come back before it rains.Zhao Xuehan was thinking, but heard some sobbing sounds from the corner of the yard.

Zhao Xuehan put away her sword and followed the sound, and saw Cuicui, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old maid from Lin's father's house, crouching under the crabapple tree with her knees in her arms, crying softly with a pitiful look.

Zhao Xuehan couldn't see the little girl weeping, so he quietly moved to Cui Cui's side, reached out and touched her head, and asked softly, "What's wrong, Cui Cui, who bullied you?"

Zhao Xuehan and the others lived in the Lin Mansion for a while, and became acquainted with the servants in the mansion.Seeing that it was Zhao Xuehan, Cui Cui didn't see anything, and honestly explained the reason why she was crying.It turned out that Cui Cui's mother tore some pieces of cloth and asked Cui Cui to make new clothes for Cui Cui's younger brother at a tailor in the city.Cui Cui was wronged, so she ran here and cried.

"The clothes are getting bigger, it doesn't matter." Zhao Xuehan took out a few wrapped rice flower candies from his arms, and coaxed Cui Cui to eat them, "Your brother won't be able to wear them in a few years, it will be fine."

"No...no way," Cui Cui choked on the candy while choking, "If it grows too big, my brother won't be able to wear it anymore."

"Isn't your brother the eldest?" Zhao Xuehan smiled, thinking about why the girl was so stubborn, "When he grows taller, he will be able to wear it."

Cui Cui looked up at Zhao Xuehan with a blank look in her eyes.Zhao Xuehan suddenly had a strange feeling.He took out a few more copper plates from his pocket and put them in Cuicui's hands.

"If your mother still talks about you, you can use the money to go to the tailor shop and make the clothes smaller..." Before he finished speaking, Zhao Xuehan heard Yan Ke and Wen Tiandong talking outside the door.He jumped up hastily, ran to the middle of the yard, and arranged himself according to the posture Yan Ke left when he left.

Yan Ke and Wen Tiandong walked into the courtyard.Hearing Wen Tiandong's voice, the two of them seemed to have left the city to buy some plum wine from a farmer in the countryside.

Zhao Xuehan wanted to turn his head to say hello to Wen Tiandong, but Yan Ke turned his head straight in the air.

"Don't be distracted." Yan Ke looked at Zhao Xuehan sternly.