Into the bridal chamber by mistake: the genius cute concubine plays the evil king

Chapter 15 The Flute Sound Behind White Rose
Xia Muyun used her left-handed leg to sweep the fallen leaves again. This time, her other leg was bent slightly lower, forming an angle of [-] degrees. In this way, the sweeping force of her left leg was greatly increased.

Xuan Bing stared at Xia Muyun with the gaze of a monster, and continued to tremble in a faint voice: "How is it possible... How could you learn it after reading it once. Not only have you learned it, but you can also make it better than me. This I learned one trick for ten days, and my learning speed in Xuanwuzong was already at the upper-middle level."

Xia Muyun patted the dust off his body, and said in a low voice: "Nothing is impossible. Your martial arts is not as high as that of the one in the White Rose Academy?"

Xuan Bing frowned.

"In that case, tomorrow, I have to go there again."

"My martial arts are indeed not comparable to Jinyu's guard." Xuan Bing lowered his head, and for some reason, he suddenly no longer hated the prince. Before, it was because of his cowardice that he hated following such a master, but now he slowly discovered that his own The master may be a prodigy who practiced martial arts, and he may not have adapted to the life of suddenly coming to the Tiger Kingdom from the Sheguo Palace before.

Xia Muyun rubbed his chin, and said a bit old-fashionedly: "Have you ever fought against him?"

"No, it's because I haven't fought against him before that I can be sure that his internal strength is several times higher than mine."

"The internal strength is very high, so you can't get close, and you haven't even fought a move?" Xia Muyun naturally understood.

Xuan Bing smiled wryly, "Prince, you seem to have changed."

"Has it changed?" Xia Muyun said indifferently, "Maybe, don't you think I should change?"

There seems to be a flash of light in the depths of Xuan Bing's eyes, is it longing and enthusiasm?He has always hoped that the master he follows is someone who can be looked up to, but now he seems to vaguely feel that he can see the appearance of the future prince aloof.

Xia Muyun recalled the voice that threatened him when he almost stepped into Jin Yuxuan.Xia Muyun asked in a low voice: "Can you tell me what the person with the old voice looks like?"

"I don't know what Jinyu's guard looks like. The first time I saw him, he was wearing a hooded cloak. The hood covered his face, and only his wrinkled chin could be seen. It should be a very old man. old man."

"Old people? So because of age, the inner strength is very deep."

"It's not because of age. Even if I practice my inner strength and mind method, it will be difficult to reach his strong inner strength when I am seventy or eighty years old. It should be that his inner strength and mind method come from the high-level secret books of famous schools."

"His cheats are very powerful?" Xia Muyun's eyes flashed a gleam, and the corners of his mouth seemed to raise a sly smile.

In the dark night, everything is quiet.

The small figure slowly approached the wall of White Rose.

It is the end of spring in May, and the fragrance of roses fills the whole yard with the spring breeze, which is refreshing.

Inside the high wall, there was a faint sound of flute suddenly.

Xia Muyun finally climbed up to the high head, his eyes followed Xiao Yin's place, and instantly froze...

The warm spring breeze blows long hair like ink, under the thick eyelashes, the deep eyes are as clear as noble ice, with a faint melancholy.The facial features are as three-dimensional as a knife, and every inch is exquisite to the extreme.

The flute player was dressed in a dust-free snow-white robe and sat on a wooden wheelchair. His whole body exuded the aura of exiled immortals, vaguely mixed with the thousand-year-old lonely cold that keeps people thousands of miles away.

(End of this chapter)