Leng Feng had a cynical smile on his face,

"Leaving aside the competitive relationship between Jianxue Tower and Ghost Shadow Sect, Lai Hao, the two of us can be considered half-friends in private, right?"

Yun Lanyue didn't refute, but gave him another big roll of her eyes.

"Smelly cat! Go back to Jiangnan and make money!"

You're such a poor guy who idles around all day long, and I'll get annoyed just by looking at you! "

Lengfeng had a playful smile on his face, couldn't hide his joy, and there was light in his eyes.

"Oh, Miss Yun, why are you like this?

You can either call me by my real name, Lengfeng, or by my stage name, Civet Cat.

You keep calling me a stinky cat, what do you mean?

If you call me again, I will treat it as a nickname, Xiao Yueyue~"

"Hey!"

Yun Lanyue showed a look of deep disgust,

"Call me those three disgusting words again and I will cut out your tongue!"

Lengfeng smiled evilly,

"Then don't call me a stinky cat. The most I can do is tolerate you calling me a stinky cat. This is my last concession. Call me and I'll listen~"

"roll!"

Yun Lanyue threw a word loudly to the ground, and then whipped up his horse,

"drive!"

Lengfeng watched Yun Lanyue riding away on horseback. Her heroic back, dressed in red, and the afterglow of the setting sun complemented each other. It was so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes away. They smiled and complained,

"Really, such a good girl, why does she have a mouth?

Is it great to be rich? Is it amazing to be able to fight?

I am the young master of the Ghost Shadow Sect, I am not short of money, and I am also very good at fighting.

Compared to you, it's just a little bit worse.

I'm a grown man and don't care about losing to a woman, so why are you so fussy~"

Lengfeng walked to the river, looked at his reflection in the water, smiled crookedly, revealing his dimples on one side, and said extremely narcissistically,

"What a handsome man!

When it comes to male sex, I’m not bad either!

I won’t leave. It’s not your family that runs the capital. If you tell me to leave, I will leave, right?

I'm going to stay and see what's so good about that pretty boy! "

The Prince's Mansion in the north of the town, with the school grounds in the backyard.

Xiao Ye is seriously instructing the training of martial arts candidates.

Mo Jingchen was sitting at a table and chair outside the venue, stroking the smooth white hair on Little Wolf's head while sipping tea and watching the martial arts candidates training on the school field.

Now, the little wolf has grown into a big wolf. It squatted next to Mo Jingchen with an obedient expression, sticking out its tongue, and watching the excitement on the training ground. Its docile appearance was very much like a domestic dog.

No, it can be said that the little wolf is very much like its father Jingchen. It looks harmless, but in fact, it is very ferocious when it gets angry.

Now, the weather has become hot.

Xiao Ye was furious as he watched Xiao Liuzi and Deng Chan fighting on the field. He yelled in a clear and loud voice,

"Xiao Liuzi! You didn't eat!

I don't even have the strength to swing my sword! What are you doing? Are you playing?!"

Xiao Liuzi looked deflated and didn't dare to say a word in front of the angry prince.

In the face of the pressure from the King of Zhenbei, Xiao Liuzi, who was always decisive in killing on the battlefield, appeared weak, pitiful and helpless.

He really didn't dare to tell the prince:

It's not that he doesn't have the strength, but his strength is really not as great as Deng Chan's ...

Deng Chan is just a little girl, shorter and thinner than me. How could she be so strong? Where did she get such strength?

She slashed with the sword, causing her arms to feel numb.

After practicing with her these days, my entire right arm is swollen ...

Wang Feihu stood up with an honest face and rescued Xiao Liuzi.

"Your Majesty, let Xiao Liuzi have a rest. I'll go up and practice with Deng Chan. How about that?"

Xiao Ye looked at Wang Feihu, who was as big as a mountain. He could fit Xiao Liuzi and Deng Chan at the same time.

It doesn't hurt to give it a try. Anyway, the fat pigs killed by Wang Feihu and Deng Chan were the same, weighing more than 200 kilograms.

When Xiao Ye thought of this, he nodded in agreement and warned:

"No water allowed!"

Wang Feihu put away his smile and turned serious.

"Got the order!"

Wang Feihu and Deng Chan clasped their fists in greeting, then opened their stances and drew their swords.

Wang Feihu slashed hard with his sword, and the sword in Deng Chan's hand was broken into two pieces.

"Yo!"

The scene was filled with shock.

Xiao Ye smiled. He finally discovered the problem. Deng Chan was not suitable for using a sword. She was born with supernatural powers, so she should use a machete!

"Go! Call Zhang San over!"

"Got the order!"

Mo Jingchen remembered that Zhang San was the busker who was making iron flowers at the lantern festival that day.

[What did Xiaosha ask him to do? Are you going to melt the broken sword and make iron flowers? 】

Xiao Ye heard Mo Jingchen's thoughts and suppressed a smile:

Mo Jingchen, can you have some normal thoughts?

This is a school ground. Do I look so unreliable?

Xiao Ye turned around, came to sit next to Mo Jingchen, picked up his tea cup without noticing anything, and drank the remaining half cup of tea.

He also dipped his pen in ink and drew up drawings.

Xiao Ye used the Beiyi machete as the prototype and designed a weapon suitable for Deng Chan.

"The general is going to the battlefield, and things are very important. Jingchen, what do you think of this machete?"

Mo Jingchen lowered his eyes and looked at the drawing, then looked at Xiao Ye, with a slight smile on his lips.

"Very good~"

[Unexpectedly, Xiao Sha can also design weapons, so awesome]

When Xiao Ye heard the praise, he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

"I decided to design a weapon for each of them!"

Mo Jingchen had deep eyes and a smile.

“If a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his tools, that’s good.

This time the number one scholar in martial arts is none other than Zhenbei Palace. "

Xiao Ye nodded like garlic:

"The top ten must be my people!"

Mo Jingchen said thoughtfully,

“Now, the emperor is merging the Zhenbei Army and the Xu Family Army.

In the next step, the hundred candidates who are successful in the martial arts examination will definitely serve in the New Army.

If the top ten generals on the list all come from Zhenbei Palace, the new army will still be yours one day. "

Xiao Ye looked proud,

"I have specially reserved quotas for private candidates.

Otherwise, the top fifty must be from my Zhenbei Prince's Mansion! "

Mo Jingchen couldn't help but roll his eyes at him.

"Are you afraid that the emperor won't be afraid of you? The top ten are enough to show off."

Xiao Ye said with a long voice and a strange air of yin and yang,

"Afraid, why am I not afraid? He is my father and I am my son, why am I not afraid?"

At that time, blacksmith Zhang San came over at a trot.

Xiao Ye handed him the drawings and asked:

"Just this size, this style, as much as you can hit!"

Zhang San looked at the drawings with a serious look on his face.

"Got the order!"

These days, he is eating and drinking well in the palace, and he can show off his skills and serve the prince. Zhang San is working hard!

Mo Jingchen stroked the back of Xiao Lang's head with his hand, looked at Xiao Ye with phoenix eyes, and said softly,

"I won't come tomorrow."

"Ah? Why?"

"I'm going to Sanqing Temple and staying for a few days."

"Ah? Why did you go to Sanqing Temple? Are you suddenly a believer in gods?"

Mo Jingchen smiled and shook his head.

“I heard that Grand Scholar Gu is going to Sanqing Temple to practice meditation for a few days in a few days.

I'll go ahead of time and prepare to meet him by chance~"