I ran away after slacking my apprentice

The rare docile appearance of the little wild cat made Murong Yan feel a little itchy, his eyes darkened for a moment, "Then... you have accepted this painting, can you forgive me?"

Murong Yan said angrily: "I was really wrong that day, I shouldn't..."

"Okay." Ning Jiwei suddenly laughed.

That smile is like a poison that has entered the Gu, Murong Yan couldn't even speak for a while.

He had never seen Ning Jiwei smile like this before, such an unadulterated, sincere smile.

Ning Jiwei hugged the painting tightly, turned around, "I forgive you, can you promise me one thing?"

"What's the matter?" At this moment, even if Ning Jiwei wanted Murong Yan's life, Murong Yan probably would not refuse.

"Didn't you say you wanted to teach me earlier?" Ning Jiwei looked at Murong Yan seriously, with an innocent look on his face, "Don't count?"

If Murong Yan discerned carefully, then he would definitely be able to see that Ning Jiwei's eyes are not so pure at the moment, there is a trace of deep, imperceptible hatred hidden in those eyes.

It's a pity that Murong Yan's current thoughts were completely taken away by Ning Jiwei's smile, even when Ning Jiwei mentioned the matter of teaching, what came to Murong Yan's mind was nothing but worrying about Ning Jiwei's body.

"Earlier, Doctor Wang said that you need to rest. It's only ten days now, so let's avoid this teaching for now. Let's talk about it after you recover."

Ning was a little bit unwilling, and said: "But I have already recovered, when will I have to wait?"

"It will take a hundred days to hurt the muscles and bones, your injury..." Murong Yan supported Ning Jiwei's shoulder, and said: "It will take another half a month."

Ning pursed his lips slightly, and clenched his fingertips a little tightly, "In another half a month, will you definitely teach me? Won't you lie to me?"

In fact, after another half a month, Ning Jiwei's body will definitely be healed, but... Murong Yan still has an injury on his shoulder. The injury has not been healed, and even if it takes another half month, it may not be completely healed, but since Ning Jiwei asked ...

Murong Yan caressed Ning Jiwei's side face, finally smiled and replied: "Okay."

That affirmative reply made Ning Jiwei smile even deeper, until Murong Yan walked out of the room, Ning Jiwei put away that smile.

Ning Jiwei's eyes fell on the direction Murong Yan left, and then his face sank without warning, his eyes were extremely cold.

Murong Yan taught swordsmanship for the second time.

According to Murong Yan, Ning Jiwei's melee attack has been practiced perfectly, and Murong Yan can't give better guidance, but melee attack alone is not enough.

"There are many guards in the palace, whether it is close guards or archers, there are not a few of them. If you miss or for some other reason, you alarm the guards in the palace, then you will not be able to escape in time with just the short blade. Yes, not to mention assassinating the emperor, you need to learn some other weapons."

As Murong Yan said, he threw a long sword to Ning Jiwei, and then took one for himself, and said: "Let me demonstrate it to you first, you memorize these moves, and practice them for me."

"En." Ning Ji stared at the long sword in his hand slightly, and replied softly.

When he raised his eyes again, Murong Yan was already some distance away from him.

At that time, the figure under the tree was unrestrained, wearing casual clothes, and holding a long sword. With every move, the long sword rushed like a dragon, bringing out gusts of sword wind.

The wind of the sword blew the crown of the tree, and the petals fell down, but at this moment, Murong Yan turned around with the long sword and passed straight through the center of the petals.

The sword's edge strikes, and it happens to be just a few feet away from Ning Jiwei's eyes.

When the wind blows, Ning's blue hair is slightly messy, and a few strands hang down.

But he didn't avoid it, and he didn't even make any unnecessary movements. He just stood there quietly, even a little... dazed.

"What's wrong?" Murong Yan withdrew his long sword and raised his eyebrows.

Ning recovered slightly, "It's nothing."

What Murong Yan didn't know was that Ning Jiwei loved swordsmanship since he was a child, and like this kind of long sword, Ning Jiwei often begged his father to send someone to teach him when he was a child.

It's just that Ning Jiwei was young, and he was the only prince of the previous dynasty. The emperor of the previous dynasty loved him very much. Whether it was swordsmanship or self-defense, he pushed and pushed again and again, saying that he wanted to wait for Ning Jiwei to grow up before learning. So until the fall of the previous dynasty, Ning Jiwei only learned some basics, but the superficial.

Ning Jiwei is envious of those people with outstanding swordsmanship, like Murong Yan, who is good at swordsmanship and spears, he is proficient in everything, and Murong Yan is tall and tall, and his appearance is very outstanding. Strength, can be called a visual feast.

For a moment, Ning Jiwei even forgot Murong Yan's identity, only the admiration and envy of the onlookers remained.

It would be fine if... Murong Yan is not the prince.

"Have you remembered all the moves just now?" Murong Yan asked suddenly.

"Yes, I remember." Ning Ji slightly nodded.

"Then..." Murong Yan casually threw the long sword in his hand, stood beside Ning Jiwei, and said, "Zi Kai practice it for me?"

The voice was low for no reason, blowing breath into Ning Jiwei's ears, Ning Jiwei's hand holding the sword moved, and the tip of the sword was half an inch off.

"This move...is not right." Murong Yan shook his head.

As he spoke, Murong Yan walked around behind Ning Jiwei, leaned over, raised his hand to hold Ning Jiwei's sword-holding hand, and guided Ning Jiwei to move up half an inch, "This is the way to go. "

In this posture, there is no distance between the two of them, even because Murong Yan is half a head taller than Ning Jiwei, Murong Yan will habitually lower his head when speaking, and put his head close to Ning Jiwei's side neck.

The familiar breath lingered, evoking Ning Jiwei's memories of certain things, he felt a little uncomfortable, he couldn't help frowning, and turned his neck away from Murong Yan.

Posture is very important when practicing swordsmanship, Murong Yan naturally wouldn't allow Ning Jiwei to dodge, and only whispered: "Zi Kai, concentrate."

"But you are like this..." Ning Jiwei gritted his teeth as he was restlessly clasped around his waist, "How can I concentrate!"

Murong Yan's face was full of innocence, "But Zikai, this is the way to practice swords. I also learned swords like this when I was young. If I don't teach you like this, then tell me how to teach me?"

"You!" Ning Jiwei couldn't restrain hatred welling up in his eyes, after all he endured it and didn't speak again.

But fortunately, Murong Yan took swordsmanship very seriously, he was quick to talk for a while, but he taught him meticulously in the follow-up.

As a result, Ning Jiwei learned those sword moves for half a month.

Practice time and time again, it's not enough to learn those moves smoothly. What Murong Yan wants is for Ning Jiwei to carve this sword move into his bones and form a subconscious move. Only in this way can these moves be able to keep Ning at the critical moment. both micro.

After more than ten days like this, Murong Yan finally showed some satisfaction when he saw Ning Jiwei's move, stopped him, and said: "Today there is no need to practice this move, I will teach you something else. "

"You should know that it is not easy to enter the palace, and when you enter the palace, you have to unload your weapon at the first line of defense at the palace gate. Although your short blade can escape the search of the first line of defense, but today's long sword can't No. You are not allowed to wear a sword in the palace, so if you want to obtain a long sword, there is only one way."

Murong Yan held the sword to face each other, his eyes suddenly became extremely stern, "You can only grab the sword from the guard. So today, you will treat me as a guard and snatch the sword from my hand."

After all, Murong Yan has experienced many battles, and Ning Jiwei has only learned the long sword for more than a month, the gap between the two is not even a star, this is not a small challenge for Ning Jiwei.

"Why?" A trace of contempt flashed in Murong Yan's eyes, "Don't you dare?"

Knowing that Murong Yan is trying to provoke him, but Ning Jiwei has been familiar with sword moves so many times these days, he really wants to try his current strength, even if the opponent is Murong Yan.

"No." Ning Jiwei looked quite serious, he raised the sword in his hand, and pointed the sword point directly at Murong Yan's face.

But that move was stopped by Murong Yan before it started, "Zi Kai, what I said just now is that you are not allowed to wear a sword when entering the palace, so you shouldn't hold this sword."

Ning Jiwei frowned, "You mean, I'll be with you empty-handed..." Before he could finish speaking, Ning Jiwei saw the contempt in Murong Yan's eyes again, that contempt seemed to overwhelm his hard work these days. They all stepped into the dust.

Ning Jiwei's expression became serious immediately, he dropped the sword in his hand, and said with some air, "Then empty-handed!"

The state of the little wild cat's furry made Murong Yan a little bit interested, he held the sword slightly, and the little wild cat pounced on it.

One hit... misses.

left empty.

Because this kind of contention is not what Ning Jiwei is good at, Ning Jiwei didn't even touch Murong Yan's sleeve, so he was dodged by Murong Yan.

Murong Yan was too aware of Ning Jiwei's weakness, he had already thought of a way to deal with it the moment Ning Jiwei pounced on him, but with a sneer on his face, he said: "Who would grab a sword like this? You are so reckless , once the opponent dodges, then you will expose your back to the enemy."

"In combat, the most taboo thing is to lose the opportunity. You have handed over your back to the enemy, so how do you counter it? Are you waiting to die?"

Murong Yan's stern tone made Ning Jiwei feel a little uneasy, he gritted his teeth and said, "Come again!"

"Don't worry yet." Murong Yan paused for a moment, and said again: "No one is perfect, there are always weaknesses and strengths, Zikai, your strength is not to attack directly, but to take advantage of people's unpreparedness and attack from close quarters, so... …you have to use your strengths.”

Hearing this, Ning Jiwei's eyes narrowed, his own strength... It stands to reason that if Ning Jiwei really needs to go to the step of seizing the long sword in the palace, it must be an extremely urgent situation, so he can only hurry, I can only take advantage of the other party's covetous gaze...

Ning Jiwei made a sudden attack and attacked Murong Yan's wrist!

Murong Yan has been paying attention to Ning Jiwei all the time, and he naturally saw the sign that Ning Jiwei wanted to make a move, but Ning Jiwei's speed was really too fast, this was his own advantage, and Murong Yan's shoulder injury was not yet Healed, but also to prevent the long sword from being taken away by Ning Jiwei, and his hands and feet were temporarily bound.

It was this flaw that Ning Jiwei caught.

Ning Jiwei quickly reached for the long sword in Murong Yan's hand, and held the hilt of the long sword in his hand.

But due to the high speed, Murong Yan held the long sword and refused to let go, so that Ning Ji lost his sense of proportion when he snatched it slightly, and his strength was not well grasped. I was tossing so that my figure was unstable.

Unable to stand still for a while, Ning Jiwei fell towards Murong Yan...

"Bang Dang" the long sword fell to the ground.

Ning Jiwei and Murong Yan fell to the ground together.

The figures overlap.