"Learn martial arts is to protect important people from harm."

Yan Yunli repeated the answer he had given to Feng Wuxin.

The only reason why he wanted to learn martial arts with Feng Wuxin was to protect the important people around him.

His three-legged cat skills are simply a fancy move. If something really happens, he will only be passive.

Therefore, he wanted to learn martial arts with Feng Wuxin and learn powerful martial arts, just like the skill Feng Wuxin used in the spring hunting that day.

"Protect important people from harm? Haha, teenager, you are still too young."

At this moment, the smile in Feng Wuxin's eyes still had no warmth. This was Feng Wuxin, who Yan Yunli had never seen before. It was clearly the same person in front of him, but he was so strange.

Suddenly, a white shadow jumped up, Feng Wuxin drew a palm as a knife, and fell on Yan Yunli's neck with a knife.

But the moment the hand knife was about to take a fancy to Yan Yunli's neck, the strength of Feng Wuxin's hand instantly slowed down.

"If my strength just hits you, the prince is now dead."

Feeling the panic in the boy's eyes, Feng Wuxin felt that she needed to explain something to Yan Yunli, otherwise the child would simply think that martial arts was just to protect people.

"The prince should have seen the scene of the spring hunting scene that day. What you call martial arts and what I call martial arts are not the same thing."

Feng Wuxin's voice echoed clearly in Yan Yunli's ears word by word. After hearing Feng Wuxin's words, the young man also redefined his understanding of martial arts, which can be said to have overturned the inherent concepts.

"What you want to learn is to protect people and keep them safe, and what I am using is killing skills. Are you sure you still have to learn from me?"

Just as Feng Wuxin said.

The two have completely different understandings of the definition of the word "wu".

Martial arts can protect people from worry and keep peace in one place, but at the same time, they can also kill one step at a time and kill thousands of miles away.

Yan Yunli wanted to learn the former, but she could only teach the latter.

"Since Prince Yan understands it, I won't say much. If you have any medical problems in the future, the Master will naturally think that you will solve some problems, so as to give up the rest."

As he said that, Feng Wuxin returned to his seat, holding chopsticks in his right hand and continued to eat lunch, ignoring the figure behind him who had been standing for a long time.

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Yan Yunli, behind Feng Wuxin, knelt down on both knees again. In the eyes of the boy at this moment, the unruly dignity was still the same, but more of it abandoned the firmness of the world.

He decided that he would learn whether he was protecting others without worries or winning the victory for thousands of miles.

"Master, you teach your disciples the murder skills, and your disciples will learn the murder skills."

Yan Yunli's sonorous and powerful voice echoed in Feng Wuxin's ears, which made Feng Wuxin's last slight appetite disappear.

"I said, why can't you be so salty? I've been talking to you for so long, and you're so fucking like you, right?"

A slander broke out, and Feng Wuxin really wanted to kick Yan Yunli away with one kick.

If you don’t listen to the 18th Qing Dynasty, you have to go to the 18th Qing Dynasty torture to dispel Yan Yunli’s idea?

"Master, please teach your disciples martial arts. In order to protect your grandfather, your disciples are willing to do anything."

Just as Feng Wuxin was about to kick Yan Yunli away, the word grandfather spoken from Yan Yunli made her stop.

Yan Yunli’s grandfather? Is Lao Jing?

"Master, the disciple really wants to protect his grandfather. The disciple knows that he is a naughty person by nature, but as long as the master is willing to teach the disciple, the disciple will not fight back if he beats him or scolds him."

The dignified Prince Jing of Yan Guojing now put his attitude to the lowest point and begged Feng Wuxin to accept him as his disciple with the humblest attitude.

This made Feng Wuxin more or less a little different. After all, such a domineering demon king in the world was scattered with an inexplicable aura of sadness, which was really hard to understand.

but

"I will not accept you as my disciple if Prince Yan dies."

Feng Wuxin will not accept Yan Yunli as his disciple.

The master has to do too much in his life, and she doesn't want to bear it even if she is lazy.

Sure enough, listening to Feng Wuxin's refusal again, Yan Yunli's clenched fists jumped up. He thought this guy was going to be angry, but he stood up and saluted Feng Wuxin.

"Master, I will be back tomorrow."

""

There was a little irritation in the phoenix eyes. Looking at the figure gradually disappearing from sight, it was a bit distressing.

But what if she feels so distressed, she still won't change her mind.

Time flies and it is time to finish school.

Feng Wuxin saw the students in the women's class away and prepared to leave, while Yan Yunli still appeared in front of the stable on time, holding a horse waiting for Feng Wuxin to appear.

"Master is going well."

""

Have a good journey!

She is not going to die yet.

If she hadn't understood what this sentence meant, she would have thought that Yan Yunli had understood what his hands and feet were under the mount.

After riding a horse and leaving Gaotian Academy, Feng Wuxin took the way back to Qiansui Mansion to buy some pastries. He happened to meet Mr. Qi who was bargaining with his fellow Babaozhai.

"Old Qi, you are all the shopkeepers of Jishitang. You make money every day and you are shameless when you bargain with a second brother."

Qi Laomei held the oil-paper bag, filled with a bunch of pastries, each piece of pastries was much higher than the market price. This was the result of his hard work on bargaining.

"What do you know about a woman whom you have someone to raise? The so-called long-term savings can be saved, and the money is saved by one penny at a time."

Mr. Qi was talking about his money saving scripture, completely ignoring the second brother of Babaozhai who looked resentful next to him.

"You're here to buy pastries, too?"

"Well, buy some pastries as snacks."

Feng Wuxin also bought some pastries, and Mr. Qi wanted to help bargain, but in the end he was rejected by Feng Wuxin righteously.

She can't afford to lose this person.

"By the way, Mr. Qi, I'll ask you something, what's going on with Prince Yan's grandfather?"

Feng Wuxin wrapped the pastry and put it in the bag, holding the horse in his right hand while walking, asking Mr. Qi about Grandpa Yan Yunli.

"Why do you think of asking this?"

Old Qi looked at Feng Wuxin in confusion. Why is this girl still related to Prince Lao Jing?

"Just ask, that kid is still persisting."

Feng Wuxin talked about what happened during the day today. Yan Yunli, a naughty child, did not listen to anything, and insisted on taking her as his teacher. He even knelt in front of her twice.

"Hey, how can I say that although Prince Yan is naughty, he really protects Prince Lao Jing."

When talking about King Lao Jing, a trace of helplessness flashed in Old Qi's eyes. "Anyway, we have arrived at Jishitang, so let's talk while eating. Some things are not easy to say in front of outsiders."
Chapter completed!