I have to say that Yan Luo's medicine is very useful. After drinking it, she is basically immune to the boat, and she doesn't feel dizzy when watching the waves.
Early in the morning, before dawn, Chu Qingyan got up.
"Master, you were seasick yesterday, don't you plan to take a rest today?" Xining came in with a water basin, a little distressed.
"It's okay, my body is not that fragile." Chu Qing smiled, stretched, took the cloth and wiped his cheeks.
Xining went out for a trip and came back, with a food box in her hand, she opened the lid and took out the dishes, "Master, yesterday, His Highness instructed the cook to cook for you all dishes must have no fishy smell, you see , the dishes this morning were all light and delicious."
Hearing Xining's laughing words, Chu Qingyan came over and sat down, looking at the dishes on the table, a faint warmth surged in her heart, she picked up the chopsticks and took a few bites, thinking that the taste was good, "You'll let people know later. Prepare a similar dish and send it over when His Highness gets up."
Xining curled her lips and smiled, "Okay, Master."
After eating breakfast, Chu Qingyan pushed open the door.
The wind was so strong that it almost blew people back to the room.
Chu Qingyan closed her cloak, put on her hat, and hurried out the door.
She didn't stop all the way and went straight to the deck.
The valiant knights who were guarding all over the ship saw the moving silkworm chrysalis, and they had long since noticed it, and watched her pass by without squinting.
On the deck, someone was already waiting there.
On the mast are lanterns specially made to go out to sea, which will not be extinguished due to the strong wind, but also because of the influence of the wind, the shadows cast on the ship appear a little shadowy.
Chu Qingyan took off her hat and said to the figure, "I'm here."
The person with his back to her turned around, it was Tu Ling.
"Little Wang Fei, please show your subordinates the swordsmanship you have practiced during this period of time." Tu Ling said.
"Okay." Chu Qingyan took off the cloak and threw it away, and the white fox fur was already hanging on a crossbar.
At this time, she was wearing a tight-fitting sturdy clothes, which was convenient for physical movement. She took the long sword thrown by the earth spirit, held the sword in her right hand, and brushed the blade with the index finger and middle finger of her left hand. Light, suddenly out of the sword.
The sword breaks through the void, moves like clouds and water, sometimes leaps into the air and stabs, sometimes turns over and jumps like a dragon, sometimes vomits letters like a white snake, is as light as a swallow, and when the sword is drawn, it is like lightning. For an hour, her clothes were soaked with sweat, and she didn't realize it. She didn't exhale until the last move to take the sword.
"How?" Chu Qingyan turned her head and asked.
Tu Ling nodded, and there was a flash of reward in his eyes, "Little Wang Fei has already practiced the twelve moves of the Fire Sword, and this subordinate thinks it's time to change to another set."
Only then did Chu Qingyan breathe a sigh of relief, Tu Ling was notoriously strict, and it was not in vain for her to get up early to practice when she could get his affirmation.
"Okay." Chu Qingyan nodded and said, "You demonstrate it first, and I will follow."
"Well, this set of swordsmanship is only demonstrated once, how much you can remember is up to you."
Tu Ling didn't talk nonsense either, he pulled out his sword and made a move against the wind.
Chu Qingyan held the sword, stood upright, and stared at his movements. This sword technique was more complicated and flexible than the Fire Sword, but it was also more lethal.
As the leader of the dark guards, Tu Ling was busy on weekdays, and it was very difficult to squeeze out a little time to teach her, so she didn't squint and didn't dare to let go of any tiny details.
But I have to say that Master Yan is a master student, and the earth spirit is strong in martial arts. Except for Huo Ling who can compete with him, there are few opponents. She has practiced with him for a period of time, and she obviously feels that she has made great progress. The jerky, now flexible, every point is progress.
Tu Ling retracted the sword, her breath was steady, unlike her panting after dancing a set of sword moves, she thought this was the difference in profound skill.
"The little princess will practice alone first, and her subordinates will retire in advance." Tu Ling nodded at her and then stepped back.
Chu Qingyan knew that he still had important things to deal with, so he let go without saying anything.
She closed her eyes, went through the moves that Tu Linggang demonstrated in her mind, and then started to practice with her sword.
Tu Ling said that at her current age, when her bones are at their softest, they are very malleable. If she is willing to study hard and practice hard, it is not impossible to excel.
She is also fortunate that she has the ability to remember. She used to be too lazy and never gave full play to her strengths. Now that she wants to work hard, she realizes that she is not hopeless.
On that day, she fought the enemy with a sword in the princess' mansion, and found that the simple swordsmanship she had learned in the palace was still useful, but she neglected to practice, and her skills were still shallow. Just break through the siege.
She had said to herself before that when she was out of the crisis this time, she would practice martial arts well, but she found that many things could not always be said in her heart, otherwise, if you wait a while, all plans will be stranded.
So as soon as she left the Junlan Kingdom, she found Tu Ling in private, hoping that he could resume the lessons he had taught her in the palace.
In the past, she was forced to practice martial arts by big ice cubes. She didn't like being forced by others, and she felt a little conflicted in her heart, so she always fished for three days and two days of nets, and she didn't pay much attention.
But this time she took the initiative to mention it, and she no longer wanted to hide under the wings of others.
She is a person who will do what she says, and once she has made up her mind, she will not give up easily.
She did not care about the hard work in the morning and the biting cold wind.
What she wanted was a day when she no longer needed protection.
And this time she is determined to work hard, she also has a purpose.
Jianhua rolled up, she volleyed into the air, from rusty to skilled, repeated practice over and over again.
On the deck next to them, the two leaned against the railing.
"Tu Ling, don't you hate teaching people the most? Last time, the master ordered you to disobey. Why did you agree without the master's order this time?" Huo Ling was obviously curious.
Tu Ling's eyes swept across the hard-working figure on the deck, and smiled slightly, "Do you want a mistress who is weak, or a mistress who can fight side by side with the master?"
"Of course it's the latter." Huo Ling replied without hesitation.
But after answering, Huo Ling couldn't help laughing, "You are still the same, everything is about the master."
This sentence is right and wrong.
Tu Ling remembered the place he had just visited that day when he heard the little princess calling him.
"Tu Ling, I want to practice martial arts again, can I ask you?" She asked him sincerely with a smile.
"Why?" He took everything seriously, so he did the same to others. He would never forget how she was reluctant to practice Qinggong in the past.
"You can't be protected by His Highness all your life, can you?"
"So, I want to get stronger."