Ning Yan looked at the branch against her throat and sheathed her sword: "I lost. My lord is good at swordsmanship, but Yan is not as good as him."

Shen Tang showed a little pride.

He used tree branches to show off his skills by performing a complex sword flower, and said: "Skills have specializations, and swordsmanship is not Tunan's specialty after all."

Ning Yan smiled and shook her head, her smile a little bitter.

He said helplessly: "My lord, what you said is wrong."

Her swordsmanship has always been very good and is one of her specialties.

Shen Tang asked, "What's wrong?"

"There are specialties in martial arts. The Six Arts of a Gentleman, I once specialized in swordsmanship. However, it is true that I have not taken it seriously for many years. It is easy to put it down, but it is not easy to pick it up again." Ning Yan lowered her eyes and stroked her sword with a look in her eyes.

Deep love, as if staring at the lover who has been separated for many years, even the fingertips are full of tenderness, "I am cramming at the moment, I don't know..."

Shen Tang really didn't know about this.

In fact, if you ask Xu Jie, he might tell Shen Tang that Ning Yan's swordsmanship was really amazing when she was young. There are so many students in the academy, but few are better than her in swordsmanship.

Advantages. However, as Ning Yan grew older and gradually accepted that she was destined to be an ordinary person as a daughter, she subconsciously gave up on herself.

The sword she regarded as a treasure was shelved on the shelf.

Occasionally, she would practice moves with Yan An when she was interested, but not often. She abandoned her swordsmanship, and her swordsmanship talent also abandoned her. After Ning Yan gathered her Wenxin, she picked it up again, but she could not regain the aura of the past.

A flash and a hearty...

Her swordsmanship follows an orthodox path, and now it is only at a mediocre level, without the ethereal and stunning skills of the past.

"Cramming?" Shen Tang keenly noticed Ning Yan's wording, "But Tunan is a literary scholar, and most literary scholars sit in the rear. Xiang Wuhui and the others are heretics. Since you have put it down, why force yourself?

Pick it up?"

Shen Tang's ideas are different from Ning Yan's.

No matter what thing or person it is, since it has passed and been let go, regret and compensation are meaningless. Of course, she is not trying to hit Ning Yan to give up. She just wants to tell her in a subtle way not to get stuck in the past, her future is ahead!

Ning Yan was able to pull out half of the sword in one swipe.

The snow-white sword blade reflected an indifferent face.

She said: "Because I want to kill someone."

Shen Tang knew who it was right away: "Zheng Qiao?"

Ning Yan: "I want to avenge the murder of my husband with my own hands!"

Zheng Qiao killed not only her beloved husband, her daughter's respected father, but also her lifelong close friends and colleagues.

"If I can't kill Zheng Qiao with my own hands, I feel that I will never be able to break through my inner demons." Ning Yan clenched the hilt of the sword, her knuckles turning white from the force, and her eyes filled with murderous intent, "Xing Ning didn't kill him.

If the family is not cleaned up, I will kill him and clean him up. I have not dared to mention Xingning in these years, because when I think of him, I will think of his last..."

Not even a whole body could be left behind.

Ning Yan knows Yanan best, and with his gentle temperament, she definitely wants to give Zheng Qiao a complete corpse, but Zheng Qiao is different: "I can't even pick up a piece of his body..."

"Teach me how not to hate Zheng Qiao..."

Previously, she had been suppressing her emotions, filling her time with official affairs and trivial matters in the academy, raising her daughter, and educating her apprentices. However, emotions cannot be ignored and disappear. When Ning Yan didn't know it, she silently

After saving and gathering, it has now grown into a bloated and weird monster.

After Ning Yan followed Shen Tang and set foot on Chaoli Pass, one step closer to the place where Yan'an died and the location of her enemy, this monster finally couldn't hold back and sprang out. With a powerful posture that Ning Yan could not ignore, it was so arrogant

Taking up all her mind.

Shen Tang quietly listened to Ning Yan vent her emotions.

When the other party's mood dropped from the high point, she asked Ning Yan with some distress: "Tu Nan, must you kill Zheng Qiao with your own hands?"

Ning Yan lowered her eyes: "Yes!"

Shen Tang said distressedly: "But——"

Ning Yan: "But?"

Shen Tang nodded: "Yes, but I have reserved Zheng Qiao's head for Xianden. He only needs Zheng Qiao's head to complete the way of being a scribe... But you have the revenge of killing your husband..."

The palms and backs of my hands are all fleshy.

Not allowing Jiang Sheng to perfect the way of being a scribe?

Or not letting Ning Yan avenge her husband's murder?

As the lord, she rarely felt a dilemma.

Ning Yan knew Jiang Sheng's way of being a scribe, but she didn't know the perfect channels for his way of being a scribe. At first glance, she was speechless.

Shen Tang sighed: "In this situation, as the lord, I can't favor anyone. Alas, you can grab it for yourselves."

Ning Yan burst out laughing when she heard this.

Sweeping away the gloom between his brows: "Master, are you so confident?"

If the guard of Chaoli Pass had not been Wei Shou, an old acquaintance of Chu Yao, with the military strength and natural dangers of Chaoli Pass, it would have been almost impossible to win it at the current price. If it could be won, it would be a tragic victory. Kill Zheng

In front of Qiao, this is even more unknown...

Put it in the lord's mouth and take Zheng Qiao's head like a bag.

Shen Tang pointed at the moon with a branch: "Because there is nothing in this world that I can't pick except the stars, moon, and sun. What's more, that's just Zheng Qiao's head."

Ning Yan sighed: "I envy your lord very much."

I envy her for being so confident when facing anyone in any situation. This uniqueness is what Ning Yan lacks. Because of the overall environment, she has talents that are not inferior to Yan'an, but after she was a teenager, her passion and dreams were hit by reality, leaving her

The edges and corners have been invisibly smoothed away, leaving a hidden inferiority complex and lack of confidence in my heart.

She once began to doubt, question her abilities and talents, and even disliked her gender. She didn't know why women couldn't practice. Maybe God loves men? Since she can't change her body in this life, let her be reborn as a man in the next life.

. Even if the world is still in trouble, at least she can protect herself, show off her talents, and have a broader world for her to fly high.

When she knew the truth, she finally reconciled with herself.

Ning Yan looked at Shen Tang, who was covered in moonlight gauze, with soft eyes and said: "If there is really a chance to capture Zheng Qiao, I only want Zheng Qiao's half life, and I will get the rest first."

Shen Tang immediately clapped his hands: "Tunan is awesome!"

Ning Yan didn't answer, but just drew her sword.

Shen Tang understood what she meant at a glance.

Ning Yan is willing to give up half of Zheng Qiao's life, but the Lord wants to practice moves with her and help her sharpen the sword in her hand!

On the second day, Shen Tang covered his waist and yawned.

Looking at her sleepy appearance, uninformed people would have thought that she was fooling around somewhere, for example - Shaochong. He had been eating with Shen Tang on time for three meals in the past few days, which made Gu Ren and his sixth brother very puzzled.

Is there any poison in the cake? If you don’t drink it, you can’t live without it?

"Jun Shen, I'm here again!"

He started waving his arms from afar.

When he came closer, he noticed something strange about Shen Tang, and his expression suddenly became mysterious: "Where did Mr. Shen go to find happiness yesterday?"

Big eyes express greater curiosity.

Shen Tang yawned: "On the mountain."

As he spoke, he rubbed his sore waist.

Shaochong was startled: "Mountain, mountain? Covering the sky and covering the ground?"

Shen Tang didn't hear clearly. She was really sleepy, so she responded casually: "Yeah, what's the matter? Could it be that I'm still holding a quilt?"

Shaochong blinked, feeling that it made sense.

"B-But... aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

Shen Tang said: "It's okay, I won't feel cold anymore after sweating."

A meal for two people has been prepared in the tent.

There are two large rice pails for each person. Corn porridge, meat buns and white steamed buns are as big as an adult man's fist, neatly stacked in the two large basins. Shen Tang sat down, scratching the pain, gasping for air, and wrinkled.

He rubbed his eyebrows and rubbed his waist...

Shao Chong no longer has the IQ of a child: "..."

After Shen Tang took a bite, he realized that there was no familiar slurping sound. Shaochong was a little strange today. Before, he was a starving ghost who came to work for food. He acted like someone was robbing him of food. He actually changed his gender today. Big cake.

Did steamed buns, steamed buns, and corn porridge lose the temptation for him? Adhering to the principle of shameful waste, Shen Tang turned around and finished what he didn't eat.

Shaochong's face was a colorful black.

The left eye says "shock" and the right eye says "shock".

Is such a majestic and tyrannical Lord Shen actually the one below? You must know that there is no woman in a ten-mile radius, so the person who meets with Lord Shen in the mountains at night, covering the sky and the ground, is most likely not a woman. In other words,

That's still a man.
To be continued...