Seeing Lin Zhihuang's subconscious reaction, Wen Nannan avoided his punch, nodded with satisfaction, retracted his fist, and praised calmly: "My lord, your muscle reflexes are much improved now than before.

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Lin Zhihuang relied on his body's subconscious reaction to avoid Wen Nanfang's sudden punch, and was extremely happy.

Lin Zhihuang knew very well how weak he was. Whether in modern times or in Daji, he had never learned martial arts before practicing martial arts with Wennan.

Just now, Lin Zhihuang really just relied on his muscle memory. Before his brain could react, his body subconsciously avoided it.

This set of exercises taught by Wen Nanfang is really good, but she has made such progress in just over a month. This is certainly due to her hard work, but more importantly, this exercise is really wonderful.

It seems that there are indeed many good treasures of knowledge in the Daji family, and if you learn a few of them, you can benefit from them endlessly.

She must think of a way to collect and organize all these things in the future, and organize them into a book so that people all over the world can have the opportunity to learn, instead of only being limited to people within a certain clan. It is really a waste of resources.

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Lin Zhihuang said with joy on his face: "Congshen, you are serious!"

"Master, don't blame Congshen for taking action suddenly." Wen Nanfang respectfully clasped his fists at him and replied quietly.

Lin Zhihuang immediately said: "How could it be? Now that I am practicing martial arts with you, you are my master, so how can I be my master? Just do what you should do, don't worry."

A smile flashed across Wen Nannan's face and he nodded slightly.

"Is it still the same as usual today? First practice the basic skills and then learn the body avoidance method?" Lin Zhihuang asked again.

Wen Nanfang shook his head: "Since my lord, your body is no longer sore, you must be used to this intensity of training, so let's increase your progress and start practicing sword practice today."

"Sword practice?"

Wen Nanfang's subordinate Qingyun came up from the side and held out a thin sword that looked lighter at first sight.

Lin Zhihuang stretched out his hand to take it, and tried to shake it in his hand. He found that the sword was indeed very thin, probably only weighing five or six ounces.

When Wen Nanfang saw Lin Zhihuang taking the sword, he slowly explained: "Strength is innate, and my lord is weak. To practice martial arts, you need to make use of your strengths and avoid your weaknesses. My Wen family's light swordsmanship is mainly about dexterity. My lord's practice is just right."

Yi Zhang. This sword is called Qing Chan, so I will give it to my lord."

The sword of Qing Chan has a thin and light body, like a piece of paper, but it is cold and full of toughness. No matter how many times Lin Zhihuang bends it, as long as he lets go, it can spring back to its previous shape without any tendency to deform. It is extraordinary at first sight.

Taste.

"Where did this sword come from?" Lin Zhihuang asked doubtfully. She had seen Wen Nanfang look like a refugee before, with his hands empty and dejected. Apart from the scribe's sword on his waist, where did he get another sword?

?

Wen Nanfang smiled lightly and explained her confusion: "I have always hidden this sword in my belt before. It is my last trump card for self-protection. This sword is never easily revealed to others."

After hearing this, Lin Zhihuang immediately returned the sword to him: "Then how can I get this sword? Congshen, take it back quickly!"

"If my lord doesn't accept it, then he looks down on Congshen." Wen Nannan's face turned cold.

"This sword is too valuable..." Lin Zhihuang quickly explained.

With a cold and handsome face, Wen Nanfang interrupted Lin Zhihuang's next words: "In Congshen's eyes, nothing is as valuable as my lord!"

Emma, ​​what kind of devilish line is this? Are the relationships between monarchs and ministers here so disgusting and explicit?

Lin Zhihuang said lazily that she had no experience in this area at all, how should she coax him?

Wen Nanfang spoke such words like a confession in such a serious manner, wouldn't he really feel shy?

Lin Zhihuang couldn't help but look at his expression carefully, eh, cold face.

Well, not only was he not shy, he seemed very angry.

But this was really like a young couple quarreling and arguing. Lin Zhihuang shuddered and threw the idea behind him, feeling deeply powerless for the monarch-subject culture here.

Perhaps in Wen Nanfang's eyes, this was just his subordinate confessing his true inner thoughts to his lord.

It's her main character who has obscene thoughts.

It can't be solved, and I don't want to dwell on this topic anymore. The best way to resolve the embarrassment is to find something else to do and divert the topic.

Lin Zhihuang tried to swing the sword named 'Qingchan', and the sword body of 'Qingchan' suddenly shook like a snake wrapped around it. When she saw it, she couldn't help but asked in confusion: "This sword is so thin and soft."

, can it really hurt people?”

Lin Zhihuang's words were both a question and a disguised expression that he had accepted the sword, otherwise he would not have asked in detail about how to use the sword.
Chapter completed!