"Okay, I want to learn from you that you can convey words to another person thousands of miles away, okay?"

Seeing him hesitating, she grabbed his arm, "Handsome national teacher, you are so nice, you won't teach me, right? Or, I'll take you as your teacher, so you can."

Before he finished speaking, the national master suddenly interrupted her with a cold face, "I will not accept you as my disciple in this life."

Luo Qingran couldn't understand, "Why?"

He stood up, pulled her up together, and put his hand on her shoulder, "Ning'er, although I won't accept you as my disciple, I will teach you everything you want to learn."

""You might not really know the original owner, otherwise how could you teach her unconditionally?

"Let's go." Let go." Let go and turn away from the alchemy room.

Luo Qingran Meng followed up and walked to a crowded place. Luo Qingran changed his words, "Senior Brother, you are resourceful, please help me check how Wang concubine died, okay?"

I always feel that the death of that woman is not that simple. How could a person who wants to live so much want to die!

"No need to check, it's meaningless." He suddenly looked at her, "Ning'er, in a few days, will you be celebrating your birthday?"

He remembered that Ning'er's birthday was a month before the Chinese New Year.

"This seems to be true." She raised her hand and scratched her head. She felt guilty and thought that she would do this. In fact, the original owner's birthday was the same day as her, and there was no one else in this fate.

The national teacher nodded and did not say anything.

When he arrived in the yard, Luo Qingran changed into a casual suit and came out, the national master threw a sword to her, "Ning'er, I'll give this sword to you."

Looking at the sword in my hand, the texture of the carved scabbard is very delicate and clear, and there are some rubies inlaid on it. You can tell at a glance that it is very valuable. This national teacher is quite rich.

But this sword seems to be the same as the partner sword in the hands of the national master!

If Chu Mingfeng saw that jealous king, he wouldn't have to kill her.

"Receive the move." The national master drew his sword and pointed it at her. Luo Qingran was startled. His blue pupils instantly dilated. He subconsciously retreated. He didn't know how to draw his sword to resist him and ran away everywhere. "Senior brother, I don't know how to do martial arts. Don't stab me."

Seeing her running around and looking afraid, the national teacher chuckled. In a blink of an eye, he came to her and grabbed her shoulder, "Don't run away, from now on, you will follow me to learn one by one."

She blinked at him foolishly, "Oh, you can practice, but you are not allowed to use a sword to cut me down."

"It's so stupid. I'll cut you down and learn what you do."

As he said that, the national master started dancing swords, and Luo Qingran slowly followed, "Senior Brother, just teach me the sword skills, just be enough to protect your life. Teach me how to transmit voice from the air."

After the words came, the national master suddenly came to her side. The two of them were holding each other and practicing sword hand in hand. Luo Qingran was stunned, his body froze, and his head was blank, "Senior Brother, what are you doing?"

He said calmly, "Didn't you see it? I'm teaching you to practice swords. If you don't teach you step by step, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold a sword in your life."

She rolled his eyes speechlessly, "Tsk, you can't get the sword."

The two stopped talking and continued to practice swords. The national master looked down at Luo Qingran in front of him, and a strong smile appeared on his face, "Ning'er, in the afternoon, I will teach you how to transmit voice from the air, how about it?"

"Okay." Luo Qingran smiled all over his face, and he was almost screaming and laughing loudly.

This practice, time flies and it is almost time for lunch at noon. Luo Qingyan is gasping for breath and sweats heavily, "Big, senior brother, I am too tired, let's have lunch together first."

"Okay." The national teacher took out his handkerchief and thoughtfully wiped the sweat beads on her forehead. "Look at you, you're sweating so much, and I don't know how to stop and rest for a while."

She snorted coldly at him, "I'm still resting. Didn't you always practice holding me? I told me to learn that move, and you still have to fight with me. My back was sore by your sword, and I might have bruised tomorrow, and you really can do it."

"I'll give you a ointment later. I'll apply it to the painful area and I'll make sure it's okay tomorrow." He continued to wipe her sweat beads with drowsiness.

Whenever lunch time comes, Chu Mingfeng will definitely appear in her yard no matter how busy he is. When he sees the national master sweating for Luo Qingran, his originally smiling face instantly pitch black, as cold as a piece of ice, his hands placed beside him clenched into fists.

Without saying a word, he rushed forward, grabbed the national master's shoulder, and another hand clenched his fist punched the national master hard, "hiss"

The national master who was devoted to Luo Qingran did not notice that Chu Mingfeng came here, and that punch really hit his handsome face.

"A bastard, dare to touch my princess and seek death." When he said this, he glared at Luo Qingran.

Seeing this, Luo Qingran was still stunned. He never expected Chu Mingfeng to come here and punched the handsome man in the national teacher.

The national master raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth. A trace of blood appeared on his fingers. He frowned and looked at Chu Mingfeng coldly, "Prince, should I wipe Ning'er's sweat, should I die?"

"Yes, damn it." After saying that, he wanted to hit him unreasonably.

Luo Qingran, who came to his senses, hurriedly held his arm, "Husband, be calm, beating is bad behavior." Chu Mingfeng remembered that she had called her before, and explained to him what it meant. He looked down at her cute little look, and his heart suddenly softened. Seeing that there were beads of sweat on her little face, he took out a handkerchief to wipe her sweat beads, "Okay, I won't hit him, I'll see me what happened just now.

How to deal with you."

"What do you do to deal with me? If you hit my senior brother, I think you should apologize to my senior brother." Luo Qingran looked at the blood on the corner of the national teacher's mouth, feeling a little guilty.

Although this man and woman are not sympathetic, the national teacher should not wipe her sweat. It is all because she is slow to react, so she should snatch the handkerchief and wipe it herself first.

"Why am I apologizing," Chu Mingfeng looked unhappy, "I won't apologize anyway."

"You" Luo Qingran pointed at him and took the handkerchief in his hand. "It's normal for my senior brother to wipe my junior sister's sweat? It's all you, and you're thinking about some messy things all day long, you go."

She pushed Chu Mingfeng away, walked to the national master, and said awkwardly, "Senior Brother, I'm sorry, you're hungry, let's go to have dinner together."

"Ning'er, I'm fine." Chu Mingfeng clearly saw the doting of Luo Qingran in his eyes, and felt very unhappy. "Ranran, he won't go and eat, I will accompany you to eat."
Chapter completed!