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"Wu Da! I'm going all in on you. You have to knock this little stutterer down today!!"
"Xiao Lingfeng! Brother is betting on you! Keep going!!"
Life in the military camp is boring, but with a bunch of men who are friendly and respectful to each other as if they were one family, they can always create something fun to pass the time.
For example, at this moment, they built a simple arena and placed drums next to it.
The people on the stage were fighting fiercely, and the moves of the young man with black hair tied up with red silk were particularly beautiful.
The burly and strong Dazhuang threw an arm. The young man's ears twitched slightly when he heard someone calling him by his childhood nickname. He couldn't help but frowned and became distracted. Seeing the arm attack was about to fall on him, he held the green sword in his hand horizontally to block it.
The sturdy man pushed him to the edge of the stage with his arm strength. The young man used his toes to withstand the sturdy man's force and stayed steady on the edge.
Then,
"Xiao Lingfeng draws his sword!!"
The cold light of the green sword reflected on the pair of deep and clear peach blossom eyes, and there was a coldness in the eyes that was not in line with his age. He flew up, spun in the air for a few weeks, and landed behind the sturdy man. With power in his wrist, the green sword made a beautiful sword flower and attacked the sturdy man who turned around.
Finally, the tip of the sword stopped an inch away from the skin of the strong man's throat.
“…”
“Beautiful!!! Beautiful!!! Xiao Lingfeng!! I love you so much ahhhhh!”
The drums sounded, the winner was decided, Ling Feng and Wu Da on the field punched each other, and the other soldiers below the stage were dividing the spoils, no, the money.
Wu Da came down embarrassedly and said to the brother who bet on him to win: "Sorry, Brother Zheng, I lost."
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” the soldier surnamed Zheng even comforted him: “You asked Xiao Lingfeng to draw his sword. He has only drawn his sword so many times during every fight! Beautiful, really beautiful!!”
Wu Da was even more embarrassed, "You bet all your property on me. How much did you lose? I'll pay you back, half of it?"
The other party waved his hand and said with a smile: "I didn't bet on you. I bet all on Xiao Lingfeng."
Wu Da: “…”
I am not afraid of soldiers who are illiterate, but I am afraid of soldiers who are scheming.
So even the word "little stutterer" was a way of provoking him.
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The young man with red silk hair tied up was outside watching them divide the money, but before they finished dividing the money, someone shouted, "Mr. Shi is here!!!"
Oops!!
Everyone quickly grabbed the money on the table and ran away.
Unlike others who run away when they hear the military advisor's name.
The young man Hong Ling, whom they called Xiao Lingfeng, suddenly had his eyes light up and was about to walk through the crowd to find his master.
However, he did not see the gentleman, but only a tall and handsome man waving a folding fan, looking at him with a pair of fox eyes smiling.
The boy's face suddenly changed, and he turned around and ran away. The man chased after him and called out, "Lingfeng! Little Lingfeng! Why are you running away when you see me?"
The others looked at each other.
Why do you say that, Advisor Yan?
Xiao Lingfeng gets along well with everyone except you. Everyone in this military camp knows it.
The young man was still walking quickly, trying to get back to the tent, but the man behind him suddenly stopped chasing him and stopped where he was, sighing, "Alas, it seems that you can't hear what Mr. Shi asked me to tell you."
The boy suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked sour.
Yan Xianglang smiled triumphantly, "Your master is looking for you, go to the bamboo forest quickly."
The bamboo forest is where his teacher taught him martial arts, and it is also where he goes to practice.
The young man's eyes lit up and he hurried towards the gate.
After leaving the military camp, Ling Feng found that the old fox was still following him. He frowned, turned around, and continued to look grumpy: "Anything else?"
"You kid, you don't stutter anymore, why are you still speaking three words at a time? Your words are as precious as gold?" Yan Xianglang walked past him, fanning himself, "It's the old rules. Your teacher asked me to be a target for you to practice with."
The sullen look on the boy's face finally faded away, but then he became stiff, helpless stiff, yet there was a hint of imperceptible delight, and his inky eyes sparkled.
In the bamboo forest, as it was early summer, a breeze blew, and the bamboo leaves collided with each other, making sounds.
Shi Fei stood in the middle of the open space, holding a slender bamboo branch in his hand.
Ling Feng ran over quickly, and the red silk ribbon was blown and fluttered in the wind.
Shi Fei was still wearing a fur robe, and under the jade belt under the robe was a vermilion tassel.
"Sir." Ling Feng ran up to the sir, his peach blossom eyes filled with uncontrollable joy.
If you change to another wise person, they will comment: You are still young and don’t understand Tibetan affairs.
"Have you mastered the Wind Summoning Sword?"
Shi Fei asked.
Ling Feng smiled and nodded, then stepped back on the spot and performed the Wind Summoning Sword Technique in front of the man.
Halfway through, he suddenly lost his mind and thought: What if...
I haven’t figured it out yet, but something has gone wrong.
The bamboo stick tapped his shoulder gently. "Wrong. It's wrong since the seventh level. How did you practice?"
Ling Feng immediately put away his sword, stood up, looked down at his toes, and whispered: "Ling Feng is stupid, please give me some advice, sir."
Shi Fei's body was in very poor condition and he had no internal strength, but he knew the basics such as moves, details, and key points.
He used a bamboo stick as a sword and demonstrated where the young man had made a mistake. "You must turn your wrist back quickly, otherwise the next move will not be connected, and the enemy will have an opportunity to take advantage."
Ling Feng nodded and followed the practice.
Then, he repeated the practice.
After repeating this ten times, Shi Fei asked Yan Xianglang to join in the practice.
As expected, the first time the young man used that move, Yan Xianglang found an opportunity and pointed the tip of the sword at his throat.
The wind does not move.
After taking the sword away, Yan Xianglang said, "Xiao Lingfeng, actual combat is different from practicing on your own. In actual combat, you still have to call me grandpa."
Ling Feng rolled his eyes at Yan Fox from a perspective that his master couldn't see.
The second time, Ling Feng’s green sword was directly picked up.
The sword fell to the ground, making a clanging sound.
Then, it was picked up by the man in white robe.
"Sir..." Ling Feng acted like a child who had done something wrong.
"Oh, you've turned back into a little stutterer again?" Yan Xianglang, who was as foul-mouthed as him, said, "No no no no, no, no, no, come on, I can't go back no no no."
However, Ling Feng did not fight back this time.
Just lower your head and clench your fingers.
Shi Fei sighed.
He came behind the young man, put the sword back into his palm, and then held his hand.
The corners of the boy's lips lifted very slightly.
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Taught in this way, Ling Feng defeated Yan Xianglang step by step.
But as soon as Shi Fei lets go, Ling Feng will break through the seventh floor and start working on the eighth and ninth floors.
Shi Fei could only teach like this over and over again, without getting tired of it.
The boy was stealing in his heart, greedy for this kind of contact, and sometimes... he felt a little guilty, a little shy, and his ears were slightly hot. In short, all kinds of feelings were churning and boiling in his heart.
Yan Xianglang was the first to get tired and raised the white flag in surrender. "I say, you master and disciple, are you going to train me to death? Is that enough for today?"
Shi Fei looked at the sky and it was indeed starting to get dark.
"Go back." He said, and let go of the boy's sword hand.
"Go back, go back, go back!" Yan Xianglang quickly got up from the ground and dusted off his robe, not noticing that the young man glared at him fiercely.
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At night, the red candle burned out.
In the pitch-black tent, the boy opened his eyes and saw the man's face in the dim moonlight.
His heart beat faster, his eyes met the man's, and then he looked at the man's lips which were so close to him. Suddenly he didn't know where to look, and his eyes wandered up, down, left and right.
Soon, the boy's whole body felt hot, and the man's lips kept attracting his attention.
Finally, he couldn't help but lean forward and peck her. The man's chuckle rang in his ears, and his ears turned red, but he became addicted to the feeling of being pecked and kissed.
Light and soft.
Ling Feng's whole body was burning hot, and he finally shouted: "Sir..."
His blurry eyes slowly opened and looked at the ceiling of the tent.
He had this very strange dream.
He actually, actually dared to kiss the gentleman?
Although, although... he likes to be close to Mr., likes to interact with Mr., but why would he kiss Mr.?
Ling Feng had no idea, and what he didn't know was why his robe and pants needed to be washed?
Because I didn't know, I washed it in the morning. Before washing, I also picked a hairband, guessing that my husband would wear a lake green tassel jade pendant today, so I tied a green silk ribbon. Oh, by the way, these hair ribbons come in various colors, and they were all bought for him by my husband.
After tying up my hair, I went to the river holding my pants.
Then, a soldier who also came to wash pants found out about it and was laughed at by the entire military camp.
The ridicule from the military camp was fine, the most important thing was that Ling Feng learned from Yan Xianglang what it meant for a man to wash his pants in the morning——
"Our little Lingfeng! He has grown up! He has finally grown up! Oh my god, after eight years of spring and autumn, without any erotic teachings or pictures, he has grown up!"
Everyone: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA—”
Ling Feng: “…”
"Hurry up, tell the brothers what you dreamed about?!" Led by Yan Xianglang, everyone stared at him, wanting to hear some exciting content.
“…”
Ling Feng returned to his tent and was not seen for five days.
I don't want to pick the straps anymore.
Anyone who tried to persuade him was beaten out.
Yan Xianglang didn't come to persuade him. If this old fox came, he would definitely beat him until he cried for his parents!!!
The commotion became so big that Shi Fei came in person to persuade him.
When Ling Feng saw him, his ears and face turned visibly red. Without the master saying a word, he ran out of the tent and started running in circles.
Run!!! Run!!!
He ran from Chenshi to Weishi, letting everyone see that he dared to go out and meet people. He also calmed down the shameful thoughts in his heart, and then he stopped.
Yan Xianglang drank his tea and said with a smile: "It's good to persuade you."
What advice? Not a single word.
Shi Fei also smiled, then covered his lips and coughed twice.
*
Another two years passed, and in the tenth year of following Shi Fei, Xiao Lingfeng also led his troops to fight.
The boy had been with Shi Fei for ten years, and his intelligence and skills were similar to Shi Fei's.
Naturally, the young man was full of vigor and invincible.
Soon, he put on armor and a red robe and became the "General Lingfeng" feared by the enemy country.
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