Chapter 135 Zhu Qingyan's Battlefield

Zhu Qingyan was so frightened that he nearly fainted, until the red-clothed ghost took off his mask, revealing Murong Jing's face, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhu Qingyan's scream just now attracted many students from the study rooms on both sides to stick their heads out. Zhu Qingyan was extremely embarrassed. He lowered his head and walked into the study room, closed the door, and asked Murong Jing in shock what she was doing.

Murong Jing took off the terrifying wooden ghost mask on her face and threw it on the table.

"It's just that I haven't exercised for a long time. The clothes you wear are too cumbersome and I can't move freely, so I changed into my own clothes."

Zhu Qingyan glanced at the mask with lingering fear, and immediately looked away, "Then what is this...?"

"It's just a mask."

Seeing that she was afraid, Murong Jing put the mask back into the cabinet and said, "When you go into battle to kill the enemy, wearing this will be more intimidating."

"Go into battle and kill the enemy?" Zhu Qingyan was a little confused.

Not many people in the academy knew Murong Jing's identity, and even if they did, no one dared to make it public. After all, if they were caught by this girl, they would be in great trouble.

Murong Jing turned around and nodded to her, "Yes."

"You... have killed someone?" Zhu Qingyan's voice trembled a little.

Murong Jing was quite proud, "Of course, I first took up arms and went to the battlefield when I was ten years old. I chopped off eleven heads and was even awarded military merit!"

Zhu Qingyan's legs went weak and his face turned pale after hearing this. The look he gave Murong Jing was filled with fear.

The only dead body she had seen in her entire life was Zhao Wenyuan's.

And the roommate who lived with me day and night turned out to be a murderer! ?

Seeing her expression, Murong Jing found it a little funny: "I grew up in the army. I fought in the army to defend my country, not to kill people indiscriminately."

Zhu Qingyan felt a little better at this point, and tried to convince himself to stay calm. Then he heard Murong Jing ask, "Hey, why aren't you wearing the sword I gave you?"

Zhu Qingyan subconsciously touched his waist and said, "Oh, that sword is too valuable. I was afraid of damaging it, so I put it away."

Murong Jing was helpless, "This kind of magic weapon is always new with constant use, and you can't breed with it if you keep it."

After saying that, she suddenly became interested and asked Zhu Qingyan to take out the sword so that she could teach her a few moves.

Although Zhu Qingyan had no interest in swordplay, she felt embarrassed to refuse Murong Jing's enthusiasm, so she had to take out the soft sword hidden in her belt from under the pillow and ask Liu.

The blade of the soft sword is soft and not suitable for chopping or stabbing, but because the blade is extremely thin, the skin will be cut if it touches the blade, so you must be extremely careful when using it.

Murong Jing stood behind Zhu Qingyan, holding her waist with one hand and her right hand with the other, telling her how to turn her wrist and how to use the strength of her wrist to swing the soft sword out without hurting herself.

Zhu Qingyan is smart and quick-witted, so as long as Murong Jing gives her a little hint, she will be able to understand the key points.

But when it comes to sword-fighting, it's not enough to just rely on your brain to learn it, it also requires long-term practice.

After practicing for only a short time, Zhu Qingyan felt that his arms were so sore that he couldn't lift them.

Murong Jing sighed repeatedly, saying that her physique was too weak.

Zhu Qingyan rubbed his aching arm and whispered, "Scholar, why do you need such high martial arts? My mother said that it's okay for a woman to be a little weak. If she is too strong and fierce, no one will dare to marry her."

As soon as she said this, she felt something was wrong and quickly changed her words: "I, I'm not talking about you..."

Murong Jing suddenly burst into laughter. Zhu Qingyan had never heard such a hearty laugh from a woman.

"Why do women have to get married?"

Zhu Qingyan was puzzled. "Why should I ask? Isn't this natural? Have you never thought about getting married?"

Murong Jing thought about it seriously, "I thought about it when I was very young. At that time, I thought that I must marry a great hero who is upright and has unparalleled martial arts skills in the future."

Zhu Qingyan raised his eyebrows, and his expression seemed to say, see, you think so too.

"But ever since I went to the battlefield and found that all the men in the world are no better than me, I figured it out."

Murong Jing stood up, with a light in her eyes that Zhu Qingyan could not understand.

"I don't want to marry a hero. I want to be the unrivaled hero myself!"

Zhu Qingyan stared at her in a daze. She seemed to have seen the familiar feeling in Zhu Lan at that moment.

"But can women really beat those men?"

"Why not?" Murong Jing raised her eyebrows and smiled, her eyes sparkling. The candlelight reflected some tough lines on her profile.

"In the Northern Frontier military camp, there are hundreds of thousands of strong men, but not one dares to fight me in single combat."

She looked at Zhu Qingyan, "It's just that my battlefield is in the northern border, and your battlefield is somewhere else."

Her battlefield... Zhu Qingyan heard such remarks for the first time and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Yes, whether it is Zhu Lan or Murong Jing, they seem to have their own battlefields and know where their ambitions lie.

After experiencing what happened with Chen Ziming, she only thought that she would never trust a man easily again. However, there seemed to be a thought deep in her heart that it was normal for a woman to get married and take care of her husband and children.

Thinking of this, Zhu Qingyan felt ashamed. She finally realized how she was inferior to Zhu Lan.

Yes, she also wants to prove that she is no worse than those men.

No worse than Zhu Lan!

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Ever since Zhu Lan and others changed their minds a few years ago, the habit of morning exercise has become popular in Longchang Academy. Many students have started to join in, and the team has become larger and larger.

Before the morning class started that day, Zhu Lan, Liang Zhou and others started their morning run a quarter of an hour earlier than usual. Liang Zhou's slogan could be heard on the path of Longchang Academy:

"One two one, one two one!"

Liang Zhou hadn't been shouting for long when he was already panting and out of breath.

Since Gu Chaoyang was not around, the job of shouting slogans had to fall on him since he had relatively better physical strength. However, such a large amount of exercise was really too much for him.

Just when Liang Zhou's voice began to become intermittent, a strong female voice joined in, completely covering up Liang Zhou's voice.

Murong Jing chased after him while shouting slogans. This intensity was not even enough for her to be a warm-up.

Her voice seemed to carry a natural power that inspired people, like the beating of a drum before a battle. Everyone regained their spirits and ran more seriously.

Zhu Lan was at the end of the line today. She glanced at Zhu Qingyan from the corner of her eye and was a little surprised. She didn't know when Zhu Qingyan ran to her side.

Zhu Qingyan has never participated in this kind of high-intensity sports. Why did he suddenly change his mind?

Zhu Lan didn't say anything, for fear of disrupting his breathing rhythm, and just made some space for Zhu Qingyan.

Zhu Qingyan had not been running for long when he felt dizzy and his throat felt like it was bleeding. He gradually fell behind, but he still insisted on finishing the whole course.

During her last class exam, she actually started to feel dizzy. Murong Jing said it was because she lacked exercise, so she learned from her mistake and decided to join morning jogging.

After all, the imperial examination is a physical job, and she can't lose in it!