Villainess Wants To Turn Over A New Leaf - Chapter 101

After Jimo Wu died, Jimo swordsmanship was equivalent to the loss of the world. Although it took a long time for Lu’s family to learn the sword spectrum secretly, he only learned the first trick. It can be seen that this peerless swordsmanship is not something that ordinary people can thoroughly study.

Anyway, Lin Feilu didn’t have this ability.

She looked at Song Jinglan eagerly.

He had just finished training the sword, with a light sweat on his forehead, receiving her eager gaze, he smiled helplessly, and took the swordsmanship and said: “Okay, I will teach you again after learning.”

Lin Feilu quit: “How long does it take you to learn? Teaching while learning!”

So Song Jinglan added another sword training lesson in his daily life.

Sometimes I’m tired from reviewing memorials, so when I’m resting I pick up the sword score next to me and look through it. Although the world of swordsmanship is divided into different categories, the swordsmanship is the same. He has high martial arts attainments, and he can practice swordsmanship in the sea of ​​knowledge.

So Lin Feilu found out, why does this person get new moves every time he comes out of Lin’an Temple? !

Is he reviewing memorials or is he secretly practicing swords? ? ?

When he learned a trick, he taught her a trick. In order to keep her physical strength in the future, Lin Feilu learned very seriously. He didn’t expect the martial arts talent to teach her to be a human being.

Song Jinglan, who is studying alone, has learned the seventeenth trick, and she is still struggling with the seventh trick.

As a result, the teaching progress was greatly stretched.

It’s very angry!

Since getting married, her temper has become more and more accustomed to him, and her creative potential is simply amazing. From full-grade green tea to full-grade refined, the transition went very smoothly.

As soon as Song Jinglan finished feeding her a set of swordsmanship, she saw the girl in front of her sitting on the ground and unable to get up, “Stop learning! You shameless!”

He lifted his sword and walked over, squatted halfway in front of her, with the tip of the sword on the ground, smiling and asked, “Why am I kidding?”

She turned her head away, sulking: “You have learned from the back, every time you can guess my move, I can’t hold your sword at all!”

Song Jinglan sighed and deliberately made a puzzled expression: “What should I do?”

Lin Feilu akimbo: “You are not allowed to learn anymore, wait until I catch up with your progress!”

He smiled and stretched out his hand: “Okay, then continue?”

She snorted, her voice muffled: “No, I can’t beat you anyway, I don’t want to insult myself.”

Song Jinglan said softly, “I don’t use Jimo swordsmanship, I just use ordinary moves against you, okay?”

She just turned her head and glanced at him suspiciously: “Really?”

He nodded: “Really.”

Lin Feilu has an inch: “Uncle Ji’s swordsmanship is not allowed!”

Song Jinglan smiled: “Okay.”

He pulled the person up from the ground, leaned over and patted the gray on the corner of her skirt, and when he held the sword again, his posture changed. Jimo swordsmanship is a peerless swordsmanship, and naturally has its advantages. Lin Feilu has been learning for so long. Although he has been slow to learn, he can learn every trick and every method. Once Song Jinglan does not use the same swordsmanship, see She started to gain the upper hand when she tried.

She also has her own style of sword practice, because her light skills are good, so she is more elegant and agile. Song Jinglan deliberately feeds moves, only defends but not offensive. The two of them have been entangled from Yong’an Palace to the outside viewing platform of the palace.

Finally, seeing her exhausted, Song Jinglan finally showed an empty space, was picked out of her sword by her, and smiled: “I lost.”

Although he made it obvious, but he was willing to make it, Lin Feilu was also willing to win, and straightened his waist proudly.

The palace people who witnessed all of this were ordinary people, and naturally they couldn’t understand the twists and turns. In their eyes, your Majesty had been chased and chopped with the sword by the empress, and finally gave up the sword and gave up!

Since there is an extra queen, the atmosphere in the palace is not as solemn and solemn as before. The palace people who had been dismissed by Lin Feilu for lack of vitality gradually regained their vigor, and occasionally chatted about the empress’s daily life in private, knocking on the empress’s sugar.

When Ji Liang came to the palace again a year later, he heard the people in the palace talking about your majesty’s fancy surrender under the queen’s sword every day.

A question mark slowly appeared on the head of the world’s number one swordsman.

Is his direct disciple now so bad?

He is accustomed to appearing at night, because he has a passable jade card specially gifted by Song Jinglan, he does not have to follow the procedure to go to the front door, every time he sneaks into the palace silently by the night. When he arrived at Lin’an Temple, Song Jinglan was still writing memorials.

Before he appeared, Song Jinglan had already noticed the familiar aura, curled the corner of his lips slightly, and ordered Tiandong: “Retreat.”

Tiandong knew that this was the meaning of Mr. Ji’s coming, and after getting the order, he deported all the guards and palace personnel in the palace. Ji Liang seemed to be afraid of the society, and finally walked out of the shadows after everyone had left.

Song Jinglan put aside the pen and shouted, “Uncle Ji.”

Ji Liang was still expressionless, just watching his eyes reveal a little bit of confusion.

Song Jinglan raised his eyebrows: “Uncle Ji, what’s wrong?”

After a while, I heard Ji Liang coldly asking: “You can’t beat that little girl?”

Song Jinglan was stunned, only to realize what he meant, and smiled helplessly: “Uncle Ji, I have to let her.”

Ji Liang said in a cold voice, “Will there be a concession when learning martial arts?”

Song Jinglan said leisurely: “Uncle Ji, do you know the fun of husband and wife?”

Ji·face expressionless·liang: “I don’t understand.”

He has only a sword in his heart in his life.

Song Jinglan smiled and revealed the topic. The two were talking in the hall, and after a while, Ji Liang suddenly said, “Someone has come in.”

Song Jinglan smiled and said, “It’s okay, it’s Luer.”

At this time, she was the only one who could freely enter the Lin’an Temple.

Ji Liang showed his expressionless and disgusting look again.

Lin Feilu stepped into the hall door and walked through the corridor without seeing the guards on duty. He felt strange until he walked around Yuping and saw Ji Liang sitting on the mat, and then understood what was going on. She pressed her lips, a little surprised and a little happy: “Uncle Ji, when did you come?”

Without lifting his eyelids, Ji Liang replied coldly: “Just now.”

She was used to his attitude a long time ago, and ran over with a smile: “Uncle Ji, long time no see, I miss you.”

Ji Liang finally reacted, raising his head and casting a puzzled look at her.

Are we so familiar?

Lin Feilu pretended not to understand his eyes, and still had a sweet and well-behaved expression: “Since it’s here, let’s stay a little longer.” She also carried a small food box in her hand, originally for Song Jinglan. Yes, I just opened the lid and took out the dessert and handed it to him: “Uncle Ji, this is the soft bean cake I made. You can try it.”

Everything was handed to his eyes, Ji Liang was awkward again, and he reached out and took it.

He wanted to put it aside, but Lin Feilu sat on his knees across from him, blinking big eyes and looking at him expectantly, so that he couldn’t even taste a bite, so he had to put the bowl of soft beans without saying a word. The cakes are all finished.

She smiled more, tilted her head and asked, “Uncle Ji, is it delicious?”

Ji Liang said without expression on his face.

She seemed to have received great praise from this perfunctory response, and her eyes were bright and she said: “Then I will make it for Uncle Ji every day!”

Ji Liang wandered the rivers and lakes all his life, and although he was close to Song Jinglan but not close, not to mention the rivers and lakes, he would be scared away by his cold sword intent from a distance. When did anyone have been so passionate about him.

Suddenly I felt uncomfortable everywhere in my body.

Song Jinglan asked next to him, “Where is mine?”

Lin Feilu turned his head to look at him, and then at the bowl of soft bean cakes left in the food box, Xiao Xiao sighed, and said aggrieved: “Then give you mine.”

Song Jinglan was quite contented.

Ji Liang, whose tender bean cake was still undigested in his stomach: “…!”

How to do! He ate the little girl’s soft bean cake! The little girl has nothing to eat! Why should he eat this **** soft bean cake? !

I don’t know why, Lin Feilu always feels that the cold sword intent next to him is more turbulent!

Ji Liang would visit the palace every other year to examine Song Jinglan’s swordsmanship. When nothing happened in the rivers and lakes, he occasionally lived in the palace. Discuss the sword with his direct disciple, and drink with his friend Rong Heng.

He had no fixed place all his life, and loved quietness. There were always people on Cangsong Mountain who came to look for him to compare swords. He didn’t like to go back anymore, but the palace was quiet. Song Jinglan set aside a very quiet courtyard for him, with neither guards nor palace personnel. He lived and liked it very much.

As a result, just before dawn, he was still sitting in the room for luck and meditating, and he noticed that someone was approaching.

After a short while, the gate of the courtyard was knocked, and a girl’s sweet voice came: “Uncle Ji, I’ll bring you breakfast.”

Ji Liang: “…”

He walked out blankly and opened the courtyard door.

Outside Lin Feilu smiled like a flower, and handed the food box over: “Good morning, Uncle Ji, I don’t know what you like to eat. I have made a little bit of everything. Tell me which one you like.”

Ji Liang took it silently, and the girl waved to him: “Then I won’t disturb Uncle Ji.”

After speaking, he bounced and left.

Ji Liang watched her joyful back walk away before closing the door. Back in the room, he waited until he finished meditation before opening the food box. Sure enough, the dishes inside were plentiful, even though it was a bit cold, he still ate them all.

At noon, Lin Feilu knocked on the door again, carrying a rich food box, and smilingly said: “Uncle Ji, which dishes do you like best in the morning?”

Ji Liang: “…everything.”

She nodded happily: “Then try again at noon!”

She left as soon as she delivered it, not too much to bother.

At night, people came again.

Ji Liang took the heavy food box and wanted to say something, she smiled and waved and ran away.

Early the next morning, the courtyard door was knocked on time.

Ji Liang moved his ears, still closing his eyes for luck, pretending that he was not there.

After knocking outside for a while, there was no sound. He heard the sound of footsteps going away, waited for nothing, then walked out slowly, opened the courtyard door, and saw a familiar food box at the door.

In these few days, regardless of whether he was really or not, he never stopped three meals a day.

Every time he arrived at the meal, he would unconsciously raise his ears and pay attention to the movement around him.

Ji Liang felt that this habit was really inappropriate.

When Lin Feilu came to deliver food again, he opened the courtyard door and said coldly, “Don’t deliver food anymore.”

The little girl outside the door was taken aback, the sweet smile on her face suddenly stiffened.

Ji Liang saw her fingers gradually tightening while holding the food box. Although trying to maintain a smile, Ji Liang asked him quietly, “Uncle Ji doesn’t like eating the food I made?”

Ji Liang didn’t know how to answer, so he gave a “um”.

I saw the little girl’s eyes gradually red.

But she didn’t cry, she smiled at him obediently, and said softly, “I know, I won’t bother Uncle Ji anymore.”

After that, he smiled at him again, then turned and left.

Ji Liang’s ears were so strong that he couldn’t hear anything within a hundred meters.

As soon as I closed the door, I heard the little girl who had walked a certain distance weeping in a low voice.

Ji Liang: “…”

Just panicked.