The cold fingertips touched the corner of his eyes, Hua Qian's heart skipped a beat, hurriedly dodged his fingers, stepped back one after another, and stopped only ten feet away from him.

Come on, beauty mistake me!

Hua Qian vigilantly asked, "What do you want to do?"

Tang Jin retracted his hand and smiled slightly, staring at her and said slowly, "I'm joking."

Huaqian: "..."

Are you fucking kidding me!

Your straight eyes almost gouged out my eyes!

Hua Qian was very puzzled. This person is really uncertain. Didn't they chat happily just now?

Tang Jin straightened up and leaned back on the back of the chair, and said with a leisurely smile: "You don't have to worry, if the eyes are taken out, they will not look good, so I will leave them with you for the time being. It's beautiful, and I'll take it back."

Huaqian cursed in his heart, you are crazy!

"What is retrieval, these are my eyes."

Tang Jin took it for granted: "Since your existence is for me, then your eyes are naturally mine."

Logic genius.

But she did say that she exists for Tang Jin's words, but normal people don't understand that, right?

Forget it, what is the reason for the neuropathy, the only one who suffers in the end is himself.

Hua Qian had to change the subject with a weak neck: "What is the matter with you coming to me?"

"The gentleman said everything, since I'm back, I'm here to teach you martial arts."

Hua Qian frowned upon hearing the first half of the sentence, are you a gentleman?

However, when Tang Jin said that he wanted to teach her martial arts, he was still moved, and then he clasped his hands and tangled.

"My current foundation, the headmaster said that I can practice martial arts at least a year later."

Tang Jin was noncommittal: "You really have no talent."

He unfolded his folding fan and shook it gently, his words piercing his heart: "The muscles and bones are average, the intelligence is average, and even the appearance is average. The headmaster said that for a year, he is afraid of hurting your self-confidence, so let's talk less."

Huaqian pouted, and immediately drew circles on his toes, making him fly.

"As the saying goes, a strict teacher produces a great apprentice, but I think that only a good teacher can produce a great apprentice. The method of a genius teacher to teach his disciples must not be a mediocre method, otherwise, how can it show that the genius is different?"

Tang Jin chuckled lightly: "Then do you think the trick is useful for a genius?"

Hua Qian immediately refuted and expressed his loyalty by the way, and his eyes were filled with sincerity.

"I sincerely think that you are the most powerful person in the world, and there is nothing you can't do."

Tang Jin was in a good mood today, and when he closed his folding fan, he stood up and said, "Let's go then."

Seeing that he really wanted to teach martial arts, Hua Qian immediately followed behind him happily.

The two left the study, walked through the promenade and garden, and walked all the way to the backyard.

Hua Qian looked at the words "Floating Fragrance Courtyard" hanging on the door of the courtyard with confusion on his face.

"Aren't we going to practice martial arts? What are you doing in my yard?"

"Practice right here."

When Hua Qian walked into the yard, he saw that Pei Yuan had already laid cushions on the stone bench, and tea was boiling on the table.

Tang Jin lifted up his clothes and sat on the stone bench, and tapped the long cloth beside the tea set with his fan.

"Expand this."

Hua Qian picked up the long cloth and unfolded it, and was stunned when she saw the cloth hanging down on the floor: "I know the water sleeves, but they have to be 10 feet long. How can a beginner throw a 10-foot-long water sleeve when they come up?"

Tang Jin shook his folding fan: "It's there now."

Huaqian: "..."

You are right, I am speechless.

Tang Jin said casually, "Tossing, tossing, or smashing can do anything, as long as you can spread these two pieces of cloth."

Okay, whatever he says is.

Genius methods are always unexpected to normal people, as long as they are useful.

Hua Qian dragged the long cloth that could be cut into a piece of clothing and threw it clumsily out. don't know what material the cloth was made of. Hanging down the same.

Seeing that Tang Jin didn't speak, Hua Qian had to continue to try to throw.

However, she didn't know how to do it, so she threw it randomly many times, her arm was sore and she still didn't throw two inches, but she was so tired that she was sweating profusely.

There is only one trick left.

Huaqian wiped his sweat, took a well-proportioned breath and shouted loudly, and suddenly the wind was swaying under his feet, spinning like a top.

She turned dizzy, and couldn't distinguish what was in front of her. Suddenly, she tripped over the cloth and fell to the ground with a sound of "oops."

"puff"

Seeing this scene, Pei Yuan couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Huaqian turned dizzy, and just wanted to get up, he stumbled under his feet and wrapped the long cloth and fell to the ground.

She clutched her dizzy head and wanted to vomit. It took a long time for her to sit up and rest with a dull gaze.

A pair of silver-embroidered black boots appeared in front of her, Hua Qian looked up, and saw Tang Jin's lips curled up under the sun.

"Good dance."

Huaqian: "..."

The bad taste was achieved, Tang Jin was in a good mood, and lifted Hua Qian's back with a fan to lift her up.

Before Hua Qian could stand firm, she felt a pain in her waist.

Tang Jin's fan knocked on her legs, waist, back, shoulders, elbows, and wrists.

"The lower body should be stable, the waist should exert force, and if you want to advance, you should retreat first.

Hua Qian did what she said, and if she didn't do it right, the fan would hit her body immediately, causing her to cry out in pain, and she almost burst into tears.

Tang Jin never tired of it, the more she wailed, the more comfortable the smile on his face became, and the harder he struck.

It was like a vicious circle, at the end Huaqian burst into tears, but Tang Jin still couldn't get enough of it.

This made Hua Qian have to wonder if his intention was to avenge public affairs.

After finally getting out of class, Hua Qian was in so much pain that he couldn't restrain his expression, he limped and sat on the stone bench with his face twisted and clutching his waist.

Tang Jin pushed the poured tea cup to her with a fan.

"thanks."

Hua Qian felt that he still had a bit of humanity, and was so thirsty that he picked up the cup and drank with his head up.

"Pfft—what kind of tea is this!"

Bitter and astringent, Huaqian spit it out in one gulp.

Pei Yuan smiled and said, "Girl Yu, this is Juyuan Soup. Although it is unpalatable, it can regulate vitality and build a strong foundation. It is a good tonic soup."

Hua Qian was extremely skeptical: "...Really?"

Pei Yuan smiled and said, "Of course it's true. The medicinal materials inside are all carefully selected by the young leader."

Hua Qian: "..."

When you say that, I don't dare to drink anymore.

Tang Jin saw that she would not touch the decoction even after killing her, so she said unhurriedly: "Girl Yu can of course not drink it, but if you don't take it internally and externally, it is impossible to practice martial arts quickly with your body."

Hua Qian looked at Tang Jin: "Then can I ask why you asked me to shake my sleeves?"

"A woman's physique is different from a man's. The sword is too masculine. Your strength is not strong enough, and your foundation is not stable. Even if a peerless weapon is placed in your hands, it will not be able to exert its power. But your flexibility and responsiveness are unmatched by ordinary men. Choose Your weapon should naturally match your characteristics."

"arms?"

Hua Qian imagined the fairy-like flying sleeves of the little dragon girl in his mind: "My weapon is silk?"

She gave a "tsk" to express her satisfaction, "It's stylish, I like it."

Tang Jin ruthlessly exposed her fantasy: "There are no more than ten people in this world who can use water sleeves as weapons, so you don't have to think about it."

Hua Qian rubbed his legs: "Then what is my suitable weapon?"

She clapped her fingers and pointed to the few soft weapons she knew in her mind: "Soft sword, meteor hammer, rope dart, whip...nunchaku?"

Pei Yuan poured another glass tactfully.

Hua Qian looked at the steaming soup with hideous facial features, and after struggling for a while, he held his breath and drank it all in one gulp.

Tang Jin covered her fans and smiled lightly: "You will know when the time is right."

Hua Qian: "..."

Damn, was tricked again.

She curled her lips and looked at the black and silver folding fan in Tang Jin's hand: "It seems that the young leader's trip was worthwhile."

Hua Qian is always deflated and feels a little unbalanced in her heart, but she also knows that she can't play Tang Jin well, so she can only carry forward Ah Q's spirit with tears in order to regain some face in other places.

"I don't know my weapon for now, can I have a look at yours?"

Thinking of the bitter experience of bringing back the black iron back then, she muttered, "At any rate, I also worked so hard to bring this black iron back."

In the original work, Gongzi Hui made a long knife from a whole piece of black iron, which is so powerful that it can cut boulders with one blow.

Now that it has been made into a fan, Huaqian is actually curious about how to display its power.

Tang Jin was not stingy: "This piece of black iron was originally obtained because of you, so it doesn't matter if you look at it."

Hua Qian just held his breath and asked casually, but he didn't expect Tang Jin, a cheapskate, to agree.

She took the fan, and her hand sank immediately.

This fan is huge, the whole body is made of black iron spar, it is much heavier than ordinary wooden fans, and the hand will feel sore after holding it for a while.

There was a row of small silver characters written on the fan bone. The font was so crazy that Hua Qian didn't recognize what was written after reading it for a long time.

Slowly unfold the folding fan, and what comes into view is a picture of a peacock resting on 28 pages.

Black crystal as the base, emerald glaze, peacock blue, and turquoise red as the finishing touch, make the fan leaf so breathtakingly beautiful in the flowing light.

This color is definitely in line with the colorful black requested by Party A.

The top of the fan is carved into intricate and precise hollowed-out curved blades, and then painted with silver lacquer.

This fan is very suitable for Tang Jin himself. It looks elegant, delicate, and expensive, and people can't help but ignore the rich black ink background.

Hua Qian couldn't help admiring: "What a beautiful fan."

But the more beautiful the thing is, the more dangerous it is. Hua Qian raised his eyes and looked at Tang Jin who was always smiling behind the fan, but the smile was invisible to his eyes, let alone this humanoid killer.