I Really Don’t Know How To Practice

Since Qing'er came back with Han Xu, she always felt that Han Xu seemed to be a different person.

The Han Xu she knew before had a romantic and uninhibited appearance, but in reality he was gentle and elegant, good at poetry, poetry, calligraphy and painting.

After living together, I realized that Han Xu never does these things, or in other words, he basically doesn't know how to do anything.

Those piano skills that surpassed the level of a master, and those poems that could be passed down through the ages, seemed to be born with him.

As for how Han Xu was able to achieve such attainments at such a young age, he didn't say it himself, and Qing'er would not ask.

In Qing'er's eyes, maybe God used this method to make up for his lack of talent in practice.

In the past few days, Han Xu has given Qing'er the feeling that he is a wise man who has strategized.

No matter what happens, he can easily see the essence through the appearance, he can face the third prince Wu Xiuxian calmly, and even let Nishang be by his side as an eyeliner.

It was as if everything was under his control.

Perhaps, subduing the four big oirans is not just lip service.

"If the young master can cultivate, he will definitely become a generation's pride." Qing'er thought so.

Before dinner, Nishang came back with two bags of fresh fruits and vegetables in her hand.

It's like going out to buy a dish.

There was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and she walked with a swaying posture. At first glance, she was no different from usual.

But both Han Xu and Qing'er could see that she was hiding something in her heart.

No matter how Nishang tried to conceal the uneasiness in her heart, when she and the two looked at each other, her eyes would flicker involuntarily.

After nightfall, the three of them went back to their rooms, and Han Xu rarely found an ancient book in the study. During this period, Uncle Lin came back, but Han Xu found a reason to send him out.

The entire mansion was silent, only Han Xu's study room was dimly lit by candlelight.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed outside the window, and came to the door quietly like a civet cat.

Han Xu's heart is like a bright mirror, but his eyes are always fixed on the book in his hand, as if he doesn't know anything.

After a long time, there was no movement outside the door.

Han Xu could even hear the heavy breathing due to nervousness, his body against the door panel, and his chest rising and falling.

"Stupid girl, you don't look like a killer. She exposed herself completely before she even made a move." Han Xu sighed in his heart, but he also knew that Nishang was disturbed.

A killer shouldn't have feelings, especially when killing people.

But there are neon clothes.

"who!"

Seeing that Nishang hadn't done anything, Qing'er appeared from the rockery in the yard and said according to the plan Han Xu had explained before.

Unexpectedly, Qing'er would be here, and a hint of panic appeared in Nishang's eyes.

Even though she was wearing night clothes and a veil, her pupils were still shining like stars.

Qing'er didn't care what happened, took out the guqin, plucked the strings with his right hand, the sound waves carried spiritual power, turned into sound blades and struck.

Thirty-six Que Rumeng Token is a sound wave technique that combines spiritual power and vocal music. In the dreamlike movement, it kills the enemy with no form.

The figure of Nishang flashed, and a cold light flew out from the sleeve, colliding with Qing'er's sound blade.

Afterwards, Nishang waved her hands, eight arms seemed to emerge from her back, and countless hidden weapons flew out, turning into nets from heaven and earth.

The eight-armed Yama is also an extraordinary skill with infinite power.

Qing'er sat cross-legged, with the guqin on her knees, the sound of the qin came to mind, and the sound waves spread out.

In the yard, dense sparks appeared between the two, and the sound of iron clashing could be heard.

All kinds of hidden weapons fell on the ground like raindrops.

Both of them are in the sixth-rank realm, and both have practiced extraordinary skills, and their strengths are also in the middle, so it was hard to tell the winner for a while.

"Who is making noise outside?" At this moment, Han Xu's voice came from the study.

Through the window, you can see that he has got up and is about to open the door and come out.

Qing'er's eyes showed panic, and he shouted loudly: "Master, be careful, there are assassins!"

After finishing speaking, regardless of her own safety, she jumped up from the rockery and stood firmly outside the study.

This jump completely exposed his back in front of Nishang.

"Qing'er, I didn't want to hurt you." Nishang muttered, put away the hidden weapon in his hand, and slapped Qing'er on the back.

Qing'er's body flew forward immediately, just as the door of the study opened, she threw herself directly into Han Xu's arms.

"What's going on?" Han Xu asked in surprise, and quickly hugged the injured Qing'er.

This palm of Nishang didn't hit hard, it just scattered Qing'er's spiritual power, making her unable to move for a while.

Han Xu looked at the black clothes outside the door and asked, "Who are you?"

"Master, run away!" Qing'er said in Han Xu's arms. Although she knew that this was a scene, she was still worried that if Nishang really wanted to kill her, who would stop her.

However, Nishang stopped moving.

Her hands dropped, trembling.

"Nishang." Han Xu said in one word, which shocked Nishang.

She slowly pulled off her veil, revealing a pale but still beautiful face.

It was a kind of distressing beauty.

"Master, I'm sorry."

"Why." Han Xu asked, "Did I treat you badly?"

"The young master is very kind to Nishang~www.wuxiahere.com~ In this world, only the young master is really good to Nishang."

"But you want to kill me?"

"Nishang is not." Nishang said incoherently, "Nishang's life is not my own, so, Nishang."

"In this case, you can do it." Han Xu put Qing'er away, and then walked to Nishang step by step. The distance between the two was only a fist.

Nishang could even clearly feel Han Xu's scorching breath.

Han Xu raised his neck and closed his eyes.

A sharp dagger appeared in Nishang's hand, and he only needed to swipe Han Xu's throat lightly to complete this task, and then left the king's city.

Qing'er kept staring at Nishang's movements, and she decided that as long as Nishang dared to do something, she would save Han Xu even if she tried her best.

I saw Nishang's hand holding the dagger slowly raised, and a cold light shone on the blade.

However, the dagger did not slide towards Han Xu.

Nishang's eyes suddenly showed determination, and she whispered: "The few days I lived with the young master were the happiest days in Nishang's life. If there is another life, I hope I can serve the young master again."

After finishing speaking, Nishang turned her wrist, held the dagger with her backhand, and stabbed it directly towards her heart.

Qing'er didn't expect that Nishang would choose to commit suicide. She was caught off guard, even if she was not injured, it was too late to stop her.

But at this moment, a powerful big hand grasped Nishang's wrist, no matter how hard Nishang tried, the hand could not move even a little bit.

I just heard Han Xu say: "Silly girl, all your actions tonight are stupid."

"You are right in one sentence, your life is not your own."

"Because your life is mine."