The Concubine Queen of the Phoenix: Your Majesty spoils his wife excessively

Chapter 231 Heart palpitations, moving because of him [3]

After finishing speaking, he wished he could cut his own tongue!

"Bastard!"

Qingqing dropped the cup, got up and opened the door, and went to the backyard to kill.

Just when she stepped into the backyard and was about to crush the bastard Jun Xiye to death, the scene in front of her stopped her impulse.

The sun slanting from the west fell lazily on the grass, and under a huge willow tree, the two of them were shaded.

Jun Xiye was dressed in white, her gauze sleeves fluttered lightly, and the jade fan in her hand was swaying. She watched Yao'er dancing with a sword with a slight smile, and gave a few words of guidance from time to time to adjust her movements.

Yao'er was also dressed in a snow suit, with intricate patterns embroidered on her belt, holding a long sword in her small hand, drawing a sharp edge with a focused expression.

The scattered halos shrouded the father and son, not only their looks and clothes were similar, but even their expressions were somewhat similar...

Qingying held on to the moon door and stood there looking at them.

"Raise your arms a third higher, stand firmly on your feet, use your intentions without using force, and control your strength. This set of swordsmanship is mainly about elegance, and you can't use brute force." Jun Xiye's fan rested on Shui Xuyao's arm , help him lift it up, and tell him where to pay attention.

"Yes, I remember." Shui Xuyao's face was serious, even though his arms were numb, he still followed Jun Xiye's words and tried his best to lift them up.

"Yes." Jun Xiye looked at his son's movements, "Your internal strength is weak now, and you still don't know how to send and receive. From today onwards, I will add another homework tonight. I will teach you internal strength. You must not be lazy."

"Yes, father." Shui Xuyao ​​never refused to come, his gaze was like a torch, staring at the tip of the sword.

A quarter of an hour later, Jun Xiye saw that the top of his son's head had begun to sweat, and at the same time, he glanced at the shadow of the skirt dodging behind the moon gate without leaving a trace.

"Okay, take a break." He said.

Shui Xuyao ​​lowered his arms and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tired?" Jun Xiye wiped the fine sweat on his face with a handkerchief.

"Not tired!" Baby Yao shook his head. Dad said that he started practicing swords and internal skills when he was four years old. Compared with his dad, he is already six years old. Of course he can't call himself tired.

Taking Baby Yao's shuriken, Jun Xiye's eyes softened, and he said with a smile, "Would you like to watch Dad practice the sword?"

"Daddy practicing sword?!" Baby Yao stared wide-eyed. He had never seen Daddy use a sword before, so he nodded quickly: "I want to see! I want to see!"

"Okay, Dad will show you."

Jun Xiye put the jade fan behind her belt, held the sword in one hand, and walked out slowly.

After about ten steps, he slowly raised his hand, and the thin sword was in line with his sharp eyebrow——

Warm wind, blowing slightly.

Xiye gradually slanted.

But that strong and heavy sword energy spread out as Jun Xiye's eyes deepened.

Just after Baby Yao felt that he was having difficulty breathing, Jun Xiye moved suddenly, the sword in his hand was like a swimming dragon, with murderous aura.

There is an absolute difference between his sword and his fan.

A sword is a sharp weapon.

A fan is a writing instrument.

Not to mention Shui Xuyao, even Qingying has never seen Jun Xiye use a sword, and she always thought that Jun Xiye didn't use a sword.

Looking at it now, it's not that he doesn't use it, but it's because he wants to restrain his powerful aura - besides, with his level of martial arts, picking flowers and twisting leaves can hurt people, so it doesn't matter what weapon he uses.

Jun Xiye raised his wide sleeves, and the long sword in his hand was like a crack between thunder and lightning, dazzling and invincible!
His already elegant temperament was suppressed by the domineering aura of the king at this moment, his long and narrow phoenix eyes were sharp and dark, his thin lips were lightly pursed, and his expression was unstoppable!

(End of this chapter)