"No need, my body is stiff from the horse stance, and I'm about to move when I'm fighting with Congshen." Lin Zhihuang raised his eyebrows and smiled, then raised his sword and attacked Wen Nan's front door.

When Wen Nannan saw the sword coming, he didn't hold back, ducked to avoid it, and instead of defending, he counterattacked and struck at Lin Zhihuang's chest.

Lin Zhihuang immediately stopped his original attack with his sword, and withdrew his sword to block Wen Nanfang's sword. The two swords collided. Lin Zhihuang's arm was numb from the shock, but he still firmly blocked Wen Nanfang's attack.

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"If you block well, you will make great progress!"

Wen Nanfang praised greatly, withdrew his sword and attacked Lin Zhihuang's waist again. Lin Zhihuang turned over flexibly to avoid the attack. He also learned Wen Nanfang's previous method of fighting the enemy, not defending and counterattacking, and attacked Wen Nanfang.

It struck at the heart of the south.

Wen Nannan saw that Lin Zhihuang was able to immediately learn and use the moves while they were fighting each other. A slight smile appeared in his eyes, but his subordinates were even more merciless. The two of them made four more moves, and Lin Zhihuang was finally picked by Wen Nannan.

The sword in his hand was kicked violently from behind.

The result this time was very different from last time. Lin Zhihuang leaned forward and knelt on the ground with one knee. He was not kicked for many steps like last time, and finally fell to the ground.

Lin Zhihuang, who had big footprints hanging on his back and was kneeling on the ground: "..."

When Wen Nanfang saw that Lin Zhihuang could still kneel, instead of kneeling on the ground like last time, Wen Nanfang nodded with satisfaction, with a smile of relief on his serious face.

Lin Zhihuang bit his lip, looked back angrily, and stood up angrily: "Congshen! You did it on purpose!"

Wen Nanfang politely bowed his hand to Lin Zhihuang and said with a slight smile: "It's just to test the master's strength and see how well he has practiced."

In contrast to the man in front of him who was still neatly dressed and as straight as jade, Lin Zhihuang lowered his head and looked at himself who was in a mess, with his uniform covered with sand. His resentment over being drilled to death by Wen Nanfang over the past few days erupted, and he immediately shouted, dissatisfied.

Said: "Come again!"

When Wen Nannan saw Lin Zhihuang getting angry from embarrassment, he rushed towards him without holding his sword. He shook his head with a smile in his eyes, dropped the sword in his hand, and prepared to fight Lin Zhihuang with his bare hands.

Unexpectedly, Lin Zhihuang rushed closer, but instead of following common sense, he raised his hand and released a handful of sand, all of which was thrown toward his face.

Wen Nanfang didn't expect that Lin Zhihuang would use this move, so he couldn't dodge it. Sand immediately entered his eyes, and he couldn't open them for a while.

But Lin Zhihuang took this opportunity to get close to Wen Nanfang, used the taekwondo moves she learned at that time, grabbed Wen Nanfang's arm, leaned against him with her back, and prepared to knock Wen Nanfang to the ground.

Wen Nannan was suddenly attacked by flying sand in front of his face. He was confused for a moment, but he quickly regained his previous calmness. He closed his eyes, estimated Lin Zhihuang's next attack, and used his legs to counter Lin Zhihuang's movements.

Lin Zhihuang's leg was caught, and he had no choice but to help Wen Nanfang. He immediately freed up his hand and used his elbow to attack Wen Nanfang's face. Wen Nanfang turned his head to avoid her again and clamped down on her tightly: "My lord.

, you are committing fraud."

"A soldier never tires of deceit. I'm just testing your adaptability, Congshen!"

When Wen Nannan saw Lin Zhihuang blocking him with what he just said, he chuckled, still closing his eyes, and restrained him firmly: "What do you think of that clever adaptability, my lord?"

"Not at all!" Lin Zhihuang finished his words and threw his head back violently, hitting Wen Nannan in the jaw, killing a thousand enemies and damaging himself eight hundred.

Wen Nanfang did not expect Lin Zhihuang to use such a move, so he immediately grunted, and the strength in his hand was slightly loose. Lin Zhihuang took this opportunity to unexpectedly flip him over his shoulder to the ground.

"Win!"

When Lin Zhihuang saw that his plan was successful, he ignored the pain on the back of his head and ran around in a circle excitedly. He laughed out loud with relief and emphasized: "Congshen, from now on, I will lose an hour by walking on horseback!"

"Lord, did you just pretend to be angry just to make Cong Shen underestimate the enemy?" After Wen Nanfang was knocked to the ground, he touched his sore jaw and lay quietly on the sand. He thought about it for a moment, and then he reacted immediately.

"Of course." Lin Zhihuang smiled brightly: "Congshen, I have said it before, a soldier never tires of deceit."

Sand entered Wen Nanfang's eyes, and he still couldn't open them for a moment. He could only close his eyes, half-sit up, and shook his head helplessly: "My lord, how can you use strategy and calculation in martial arts?"

"Why can't it be used?" Lin Zhihuang shook his head and retorted in a serious tone: "If it was a real fight just now, Cong Shen, you would have died at my hand because you underestimated the enemy."

Wen Nanfang was stunned when he heard this.

Lin Zhihuang stepped forward and pulled Wen Nan, who was sitting on the ground and could not open his eyes for a moment, to stand up: "You are smart and a gentleman, but you should also be wary. Don't take anyone lightly, even if they are weaker than you.

Many people, even the ones you trust the most."

"Congshen, thank you for the advice, my lord." Wen Nannan held Lin Zhihuang's hand tightly, followed her strength, stood up, nodded slightly, and understood Lin Zhihuang's true purpose of doing this.

The Lord defeated him in this way, not only to save an hour of Zamabu, but also to remind him to be more vigilant, so as not to stick to the rules too much and attract the attention of others.

A vicious plot, costing his life.

After Wen Nanfang thought about this, the sharp lines drawn by his two thin lips became much softer. He raised his hand to look for the direction of Lin Zhihuang's voice, and accurately touched the top of Lin Zhihuang's head. Sure enough, he touched a swollen spot there.

Bag.

"Doesn't it hurt?" The master is too competitive and unwilling to lose no matter what. Wen Nannan thought to himself.

"Hiss! Don't press it!"

Lin Zhihuang's pained master suddenly lost his majesty and raised his hand to open Wen Nanfang's hand: "What about you? What do you think?"

Wen Nanfang closed his eyes and answered truthfully: "My jaw hurts and there is sand in my eyes. I need to wash them with clean water."

After hearing this, Lin Zhihuang stood up and looked into Wen Nanfang's eyes. He saw that there were grains of sand on his long eyelashes. He finally felt guilty about plotting against others and using evil tactics to win. He took a breath and thought

He blew away the sand that fell on Wen Nanfang's eyelashes, but he didn't expect a breath of wind to pass by, and it just blew onto Wen Nanfang's face.

"Lord?" Wen Nannan felt the hot air blowing on his face, turned his head and called out suspiciously.

Lin Zhihuang: "......"

Lin Zhihuang suddenly realized that... his height was a problem.

"...Congshen, have you grown taller again?"

"Maybe, my robe has become a little shorter recently."

Lin Zhihuang, who is currently only about 160cm tall: "..."

When Wen Nanfang saw Lin Zhihuang stopped talking, he immediately understood where her heart was and laughed out loud: "My lord, you can grow taller before you have haircuts."

Lin Zhihuang thought about Lin Zheyun's height, and suddenly had a bad feeling. He raised his hand absently to help Wen Nannan brush the sand off his face.

Wen Nanfang closed his eyes and stood quietly in front of Lin Zhihuang, letting her help him brush the sand without paying much attention.

Lin Zhihuang saw that Wen Nanfang's face was clean, but his body was still covered with sand, and his hair crown was crooked because of her previous fall, which was quite funny. He looked down at his twisted martial arts uniform.

, couldn't help but laugh: "When I was practicing martial arts with you, I was right to chase away all the people who were waiting around me. It's really degrading to practice martial arts to make us look like this."

Wen Nanfang thought it was nothing, and said calmly: "Practicing martial arts is hard work. It's normal to fall, roll, and climb. How can you be decent? My lord should care about your manners, but you don't care about your manners. When you don't need to care about your manners, you start to care about them again. Cong Shen

It’s inconvenient to open my eyes at this time, so I’d like to trouble my lord to call someone in. That’s all for today’s martial arts practice.”

"Well, yes." Lin Zhihuang saw that Wen Nanfang had his eyes closed and was still showing the severity of Mr. Wu's teaching. He was so sensible that he didn't say anything for fear of being punished again: "Let's all go down and freshen up. Xiao Qi arrived yesterday.

After freshening up, let’s meet in the meeting hall to meet Xiao Qi and discuss business together.”

Seeing that Lin Zhihuang was not talking about martial arts training, Wen Nannan changed his status as 'sir' back to 'subordinate', put away his harsh attitude, and respectfully bowed his hand to Lin Zhihuang.

After Zhihuang received the reply, he didn't waste much time, picked up the Qingchan soft sword that had fallen aside, and quickly left the martial arts field.

When Wen Nannan heard Lin Zhihuang's footsteps fading away, he kept hiding himself behind him. His clenched fist slowly moved to his chest. His calm expression fell apart. He pressed his hand on his heart and took a breath.
Chapter completed!