Chapter 7 Lu Ming (8)

Ning Yanzhang was stunned when he heard this, and then there was a light in front of him.

No wonder no matter how I explained it before, no one believed that I was not the second prince. Including the second leader Ning Caichen and the sixth leader Yu Siwen, who loved him the most, most of the expressions on his face were extremely false when he agreed with him. It turned out that the biggest root was here.

If you are the second prince, of course, your previous status is higher than that of most people in the world, so you will inevitably be accustomed to being acquainted with everyone. But since you are not, you must keep the humility and etiquette that you should keep in the world. Otherwise, you will either be arrogant or stupid!

Thinking of this, the light in front of him quickly turned into a vague candle shadow, jumping up and down, swaying constantly. What kind of talent can I rely on? Why is I not too big or small with everyone? Could it be...

"What are you doing? Have you heard what I said just now?" Chang Wanying was busy giving him advice, but suddenly she saw him staring at the candlelight. She couldn't help but gently pull his ear with her hands and complain in a low voice like she did when she was a child.

"Listen, listen! I will change, I will change it in the future!" Ning Yanzhang suddenly turned red and said in a statement. "I think you are right and have all said it to the point. You are really Zhuge, a girl. If I could have met you earlier, I would definitely not have been misunderstood by others so deeply!"

"I also think it's time to find you soon!" Chang Wanying quickly withdrew her hand that was pulling in his ear and said quietly. Then, she smiled and shook her head, and shook all her regrets and shyness. "There are some more, I'll write them on paper later, and you take them back and follow them... No, this is your room. After I leave, you memorize them yourself and then follow them. What about the pen, Brother Eighth, do you have paper and pen in your room?"

"Yes, yes!" Ning Yanzhang didn't dare to look at the other person's expression, jumped up, and rushed to find the brush, inkstone and scrub paper. At the earlobe, the girl's finger warmth did not fade for a long time, which made him feel itchy and numb, and there was an indescribable desire.

However, reason clearly told him that for him at this moment, any desire is an absolute luxury. Chang Wanying likes the second prince, not Ning Xiaofei. If he deliberately confuses the difference between the two, it is equivalent to repaying grudges and revenge. What's more, even if he continues to live in the world as the second prince in the future, he is destined to be a puppet raised in captivity. This kind of life is enough for him to live alone, so why bother to involve the kind and enthusiastic Chang Wanying.

"He seems to be hiding from me on purpose? Could it be that he is really pretending? He is afraid that he will get too close to me and reveal too many flaws?" Looking at the young man's panicked figure, Chang Wanying couldn't help frowning again. "But he, forget it, don't think about it. Master is right, saving his life first is the most important thing. You can talk about everything else slowly!"

Thinking that the other party was likely to die at all times, the girl quickly recovered and put aside the mess and began to concentrate on sketching the training rules for the other party for the last period. She soon became immersed in it and had no time to think about anything else.

Hearing that there was no movement behind his back, Ning Yanzhang finally forced himself to suppress the dampness and heat in his heart, put paper and pen, and ground the ink. Then he stood aside from afar, waiting patiently.

The two cooperated quite well. Soon, a set of special training plans for "How to make Ning Yanzhang look like the second prince" were planned out by Chang Wanying. The two repeatedly pondered the lights twice, modified some unrealistic places, and then put down the paper and pen with a smile, saying goodbye to each other.

The next day, just dawn, Ning Yanzhang got up and began to "renew his heart and transform himself" according to the special training strategy formulated by Chang Wanying. The senior brothers in Guanshi were practicing quietness and inaction, so although he felt that his behavior was very different from before, no one came to ask here and that. But when everyone was practicing martial arts together, the senior brother Zhenwuzi saw that he was following the gestures and gestures were too clumsy.

He kept walking forward and whispered: "The Tao produces all things, invisible and without images, no beginning or end; softness is the place where the female is, and inaction is not to fight for nothing; therefore, our masters emphasize tranquility, and cultivation is natural. Although you and I learn fists and feet, they are not to kill people and set fires. Instead, they are to communicate the yin and yang of heaven and earth, and to temper the inner elixir of bones. Therefore, when you practice martial arts, you must always remember the following eight words, "Softness, quietness, emptiness, emptiness, roundness, middle, righteousness, harmony, not..."

"It's a big mistake. If you are confused and make others clear, wouldn't you push someone down the cliff?" Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a hoarse voice. He turned around and saw Fu Yaozi standing on a branch not far away like a goshawk. His body was rising and falling with the sound of pine waves, and his temples and Taoist robe were wet with morning dew. No one knew how long he had been standing there.

"I've met the audience!" Although Chang Wanying had already sworn yesterday, Fu Yaozi wouldn't mind that he would practice martial arts with everyone. Ning Yanzhang still felt like he was caught stealing something, blushing, and bowed carefully.

"Master!" Zhen Wuzi and the Taoist priests quickly put away their fists and greeted Fu Yaozi with the courtesy of Taoism.

"Do whatever you should do, just pretend I don't exist!" Fu Yaozi was a casual personality, and waved his hand lazily and ordered everyone to continue. Then he looked at the disquiet-faced Taoist priest Zhenwu, and added with a smile: "Your relationship has ended early, and you will be destined to be a Taoist priest in this life. Of course, you must cultivate both inside and outside, and move towards tranquility. However, he is destined to have a life of all kinds of disasters in the world. Isn't it a misleading child to teach him to be quiet and inaction?"

"Master said it very well, my disciple is reckless!" Zhen Wuzi felt sweat on his forehead and bowed to admit his mistake again.

"It's not entirely your fault. It's the old Taoist who didn't teach you how to lead ordinary disciples and teach them according to their aptitude. You go and take other brothers to practice. He'll leave it to the old Taoist!" Fu Yaozi waved his hand lazily again, sending the eldest disciple Zhenwu Taoist away. Then, he quickly turned his eyes to Ning Yanzhang and whispered, "Come with me to the back mountain, I'll teach you other skills that can be used immediately. Alas, the old Taoist who was not greedy back then, had to go to Bianliang to join in the fun. So he deserved to be so old, and he still worked hard for you juniors!"
Chapter completed!