Ning Nanyou waited for Jiang Chengjia to take action, raised his long sword to block his chest, grabbed the horse stance and made a good defense.

The little girl opposite grinned, lightly pressed her feet, and turned into a sharp sword and rushed towards him.

When the powerful sword energy on her side was first formed, Ning Nanyou was very surprised.

The sword swayed left and right, rubbing his mysterious robe like a snake. The black iron-green sword seemed to have life in her hands, extremely flexible.

Ning Nanyou crossed his feet and soared into the air, avoiding the green light of the long sword, and pointed his toes at the tip of the sword, turned around in the air for two turns, holding the Qinglong sword in his right hand tightly towards Jiang Chengjia.

The girl was very alert and agile. She turned the blade, put her waist and stretched the ground, turned three times in a row, stepped steadily on the blue brick, and then raised her sword to attack him.

Ning Nanyou was a little surprised. Unexpectedly, Jiang Chengjia was injured, but his force was not reduced in half.

He bent his lips slightly, turned his feet, took two steps, and attacked her again.

Jiang Chengjia didn't let him go, and the sword tongue shook violently when she quickly twisted her right hand. The sword tip pierced Ning Nanyou's robe in moderation. However, it shocked everyone in the courtyard.

The sword just now, the shaking sword body rushed straight towards Ning Nanyou's chest, which was extremely dangerous, but Jiang Chengjia just turned the sword tip gently and easily avoided the vital points. The sword tip fell quickly, piercing through his hem, and piercing into the gap between the blue bricks.

Ning Nanyou's Qinglong Sword rushed up from her waist, and when she waved her arms, she wanted to imprison her in her wrists and arms.

Jiang Chengjia immediately noticed his intention, so he stepped on his horse and rushed out quickly. The sword tip turned and fell to his shoulder again.

Ning Nanyou didn't even reflect it. Xueliang's sword body shone with dazzling light in the sun. He subconsciously raised his wrist to guard against it. The sword edge stopped one centimeter away from him.

He took the opportunity to quickly turn the Qinglong Sword and start fighting with Jiang Chengjia.

After three rounds, Jiang Chengjia was unharmed, but three big holes had been penetrated on his robe.

He was a little amused and laughed. He stopped with a knife, stared at the three holes in his robe for a long time, and couldn't help but sigh: "If you lose, you will lose, you will lose for your husband. The wife's swordsmanship and martial arts are more proficient than me. Even if the master is alive, it may be difficult for him to win you."

Jiang Chengjia smiled, thinking about the weight of the sword in his hand, and solemnly bowed to the young man in black clothes in front of him: "Your Majesty is too good to be better than my seniors' sword skills. I just had a little trick. I thought you would not hurt me, so I was bold and arrogant. You dare to say... Haven't you let go of water during the competition just now?"

Ning Nanyou was stunned, looked at the little girl's smiling eyes and paused.

In the competition just now, they knew whether he let the water go.

Jiang Chengjia's martial arts skills are indeed incomparable to him. But now a group of servants in and out of the yard are watching, blinking their eyes to him. Ning Nanyou knew that this little girl wanted to save him and did not want to let him be embarrassed in front of the servants and maids.

After all, when it comes to his martial arts, if he is second in Luoyang, no one dares to be the first, and even the entire Wei Dynasty are among the best. The swordsmanship of the Yueqi, the Yueqi Old General is famous all over the world, so he is naturally regarded as a person on the altar by people who advocate martial arts. As a disciple of the closed family, he is naturally considered a genius of martial arts.

However, now, the Marquis of Huaiyin, who is famous for his martial arts, is defeated by the little girl in front of him.

Ning Nanyou shook his head helplessly, and his eyebrows were always revealing doting intentionally or unintentionally, with a faint sense of joy. He looked at her and smiled without saying a word.

Jiang Chengjia turned his head and looked at Li Xiangjun, then shouted: "Sister Jun! It's your turn to take the sword. Don't be polite to your husband! If both of me beat him, there will be no problem for anyone who enters the academy in the future."

She deliberately raised her tone, and she sarcastically consciously or unintentionally said insincerely that Li Xiangjun framed her four days ago.

The servants and maids watching outside the door whispered, looking left and right, and whispering to the situation in the yard.

Li Xiangjun's face suddenly became clear. Seeing Jiang Chengjia throwing the sharp sword at him, he quickly got up, stepped on his feet, and flew into the air to catch the sword.

Then he slowly walked to Ning Nanyou with a gentle and weak smile on his face and said to him softly: "Since Brother Zhao is interested in competing with me, I will accept it happily. But... Sister Jun, I have not practiced martial arts for a long time and have not reviewed the teachings of Master's childhood. I am unfamiliar in some places, so I hope that Brother Zhao will show mercy."

She begged so gently.

Jiang Chengjia and Qianshan and Xiao Cui listened aside, and they all felt goose bumps in their hearts. Qianshan's disgust towards her had even been written on her face, and she almost vomited out because of her pretentious voice. She turned her head but saw that Jiang Chengjia and Xiao Cui were standing calmly, with no expression on her face.

Especially her girl, standing as if nothing had happened, Ji Xianzhi invited her to take a seat. She just glanced at the mat that Li Xiangjun had made and refused with a smile: "I'm sorry, Uncle Ji prepares a mat for me again... I'm not used to the mat that others have sat on."

Ji Xianzhi looked at her blankly, feeling at a loss about her strength and initiative today.

Qianshan stared at Jiang Chengjia with her mouth open, and she was also a little surprised by Jiang Chengjia's reaction today. However, Jiang Chengjia, who took the initiative, made her feel more at ease than Jiang Chengjia who avoided everything. At least she had a certainty in her heart and direction.

Qianshan lowered her eyes and thought, maybe it was correct to ask Aunt Yungeng to come to calculate the fate of his uncle yesterday. Although she didn't know the final calculation result, she was also very happy to see Jiang Chengjia thinking.

Ji Xianzhi called his maid to prepare a new mat for Jiang Chengjia. When she got into the seat, the man and woman in front of her had not yet made any move.

Ning Nanyou seemed to wait for Li Xiangjun to get familiar with his muscles and bones.

Seeing this woman in a screech feathered dress playing the sword carefully, she swayed in the wind, as if a gust of wind could blow down.

Li Xiangjun held the sword, blushed and tried hard to contact him.

Ning Nanyou treated her gently and said, "Sister Jun, come to know each other slowly, don't worry."

This voice is surprisingly gentle.

Jiang Chengjia said nothing, smiling, but her eyes turned cold.

Qianshan suddenly felt a chill behind her back, and a smell of sour jealousy was inexplicably spreading around her. She looked at Jiang Chengjia's smiling expression and felt a lot of sweat for her son-in-law.

Li Xiangjun stepped out the sword left and right under Ning Nanyou's gaze, and his posture was very unfamiliar. The young man in Xuanyi couldn't stand it, so he walked forward and taught her how to hold the sword and how to draw the sword step by step. He smiled and said, "Sister Jun's martial arts is a bit too powerful..."

Li Xiangjun leaned towards his chest intentionally or unintentionally, and Yanyan smiled and said, "I am not like Aluo... I am born on a horse and I am not able to play with swords and guns... I just let go of my usual love..."

Ning Nanyou held her arm and taught her a few moves in close contact, then pushed her away, signaling her to fight again, and whispered: "If Sister Jun can draw with me with these two moves I taught today, she will be considered a victory."

Li Xiangjun smiled like a flower, nodded solemnly, and practiced the sword with concentration.

When Ning Nanyou held the knife and looked at her dancing with a sword, he always looked at Jiang Chengjia intentionally or unintentionally, as if he wanted to see her reaction. He saw the little girl talking to Xiao Cui as if he was doing something that had nothing to do with her.

He was a little depressed and lost.

This expression fell into Li Xiangjun's eyes. She was still full of happiness and suddenly became gloomy. She barely supported the smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she was intentional. When practicing the second move, she deliberately cut her wrist with the sound of a sword, and screamed in a panic: "Ah!" The Xuan Tieqing Sword fell to the ground suddenly. She covered her wrist, which was constantly bleeding, and looked at Ning Nanyou in panic.

The young man in black frowned and rushed up to check the situation.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a burst of exclamations came from behind.

Ning Nanyou turned his head and looked back, and saw Jiang Chengjia fainting with a gray face, falling into Qianshan's arms, motionless. He was shocked and immediately rushed towards Jiang Chengjia, questioning Qianshan: "What's going on?"

Qianshan also said anxiously: "I don't know what happened... The woman is doing well just now..."

Ning Nanyou locked her eyebrows tightly, and anxiously picked her up, rushed out of the academy, ran towards the north courtyard, and ran away and called out, "Aluo? Aluo! Wake up."

Jiang Chengjia closed her eyes and was indifferent to his call.

Ning Nanyou became scared. He knew that the injuries on her body were always repeated, but he still came up with this trick... Now seeing Jiang Chengjia unconscious, he couldn't help but blame himself.

The young man in black was holding the little girl and leaving, leaving Li Xiangjun alone covering his injured arm, and stood in the academy with a blue and white face.

Looking at the maids inside and outside the courtyard, and Ji Xianzhi all ran away with Ning Nanyou, her heart was a hundred times worse.

Minghua looked at Li Xiangjun standing alone in the yard. Seeing that blood was constantly gushing out of her scratched arm, she hurriedly ran up, took out a veil from her arms, and bandaged her.

Sihui and Peiling surrounded her and comforted her: "Princess... Don't worry... The Lord will definitely come back soon. In front of the servants and maids in the yard, he will never give up Jiang Nu."

Li Xiangjun, however, seemed to be crazy, stood blankly, staring at the direction where Ning Nanyou left, with a pale face and murmured: "Do he really like me?"

She couldn't help but wonder.

At this time, the North Courtyard was in chaos, and Qianshan and Xiao Cui hurried to the East Kitchen to decoct medicine and boil water.

Ning Nanyou hugged Jiang Chengjia carefully into the master bedroom, put her on the couch, and hurriedly went to get the medicinal materials.

Unexpectedly, before he got up, he was firmly called by his arms and forced to fall on the couch. He looked at the little girl beside him in surprise, and saw Jiang Chengjia open his eyes at some point and smiling at him.
Chapter completed!