e."Yun An'an mercilessly revealed the reason why Qin Shuang left the Qin family.All insiders say it was because of infighting within the Qin family that, in order to protect *The Hegemony Art*, Qin Sh...:]
It was still a sunny midday.
Yun An'an was still cursing and limping to work.
The symptoms of Jia-level Ding class, Xue Qichen and Qi Ming and others have improved a lot.
To avoid such incidents from happening again, Ming Shu also carefully checked all the ingredients, especially the meat.
"Master, what's wrong with you You look exhausted."
Looking at Yun An'an's tired face, Xue Qiancheng kindly asked, but received a white eye from Yun An'an.
"Have you finished writing your after-school reflections How many words did you write Today, you're going to be speaking on stage."
"Huh"
Xue Qiancheng looked stunned.
Why was he suddenly asked to give a post-class speech
"Can I not read it"
"Want to die"
Under Yun'an'an's threatening gaze, Xue Qiancheng had no choice but to take a piece of paper onto the stage. Just as he was about to speak, Xue Mu Cheng raised his hand in the classroom.
"Master Yun, he's holding my after-school assignment."
The report came from family ties, Xue Qiancheng's teeth itched with anger.
"Snow Curtain City, we're at least half-siblings. How could you be so ruthless"
To this, Xue Mu City half-closed her eyes and smiled, the kind that made one think she was completely harmless.
"The master said, doing your own work is the right way. Your brother's method is cheating. As a member of Class A Ding, I won't stand by and watch you make mistakes."
Although he said that, Xue Mu City's face was full of smiles as if saying he did it on purpose.
Yun'an's gaze darted back and forth between Xue Qiancheng and Xue Muceng, the two brothers.
Watching the two of them interact so "harmoniously," completely devoid of the awkwardness and murderous intent they had displayed upon their first meeting, even if it was only a fleeting brotherhood, was quite rare for both of them.
There are less than five months left before these young people return to their home country, so let them spend the last five months in Beichen Kingdom happily.
Xue Qiancheng reluctantly took back her after-school reflections and began to read aloud the reflections centered on the theme of perverse development and rebelliousness.
Hearing that string of insults, punctuated by grunts and groans, mixed with profanity, the students in the classroom all burst into laughter.
"Why are you laughing As the saying goes, 'Shoot the horse before you shoot the man, capture the king before you capture the thief, and insult the mother before you insult someone.' Is there anything wrong with that"
Glancing at the audience, Xue Qiancheng walked down from the podium with pride and returned to his seat.
Before he could even settle into his seat, a book fell from the sky and struck him right on the head.
"The whole thing is hundreds of words long, and 99% of it is just swearing. You got guts"
"Hee hee, thank you Master for the compliment. Compared to you, I'm just a small fry."
When it comes to insulting people, they admire Yun Anan the most.
Wishing ill on one's ancestors for 18 generations, how vulgar! You piece of trash!
"Get lost! You've all turned in your homework. Today, Master will teach you the Yuan Family Sword Style."
What sword technique
"The Sword Technique of the Yuan Family."
The power of the Yuan Family Sword Technique is immense.
When I was learning the Yuanjia Sword Manual with Yuansinian at that time, I was deeply shocked by the domineering nature within the sword manual.
Now, it can also be regarded as a gift sent to these students before they leave Beichen Country.
Of course, everyone knew what the Yuan Family Sword Technique meant, but it was more than just shock... It was more accurate to say it was astonishment.
"Master Yun, how did you come to possess the Yuan Family Sword Techniques"
Is Yuan Family Sword Manual not passed down to others
"What did Yuansini teach me"
A crowd was astonished at what was going on.
"If you don't want to learn, I won't teach you anymore."
"Learn, learn, learn. Who said I wouldn't learn anymore"
Such a good opportunity to learn the Yuan Family Sword Technique, they'd have to be out of their minds not to take it.
That's the Yuan family's secret technique!
In the area of Jia Ding Academy, spring is right around the corner, and buds have already begun to appear on the trees.
Yunan An displayed the Yuan Family Sword Technique to everyone, teaching all thirty-one of them from the first style to the thirteenth, without reservation.
Everyone's eyes widened, afraid of missing any details.
With the completion of the teaching of Master Yuan's Sword Techniques of the Thirteen Styles, what remains is diligent practice and one's own comprehension.
"Yuwenxiu, go get your after-school reflection. I'll grade them tonight."
Yun An'an had reached the time to get off work. Yu Wenxiu held thirty books of after-school feelings and sent Yun An'an to Yingtian Shuyuan gate.
"Teacher."
When Yun An'an was about to leave, Yuwen Xiu called her back.
"Anything the matter"
"Master,"
What did Yuwen Xiu want to say Qingshan, who was driving the carriage, stared at her with piercing eyes. What his eyes meant needless to say.
"That... you know the Yuanjia Sword Technique is only passed down within the family, right"
Upon hearing Yuwen Xiu ask this, Qingfeng finally retracted his icy gaze.
"Well, you see, since Yuansinian taught me, it's mine. I'm willing to teach you all if you want to learn."
Yun An'an reached out and patted Yuwen Xiu on the shoulder, who was taller than her. She pulled out a smile.
"Rest assured, practice diligently. With your talent, you're sure to become a master in time. Farewell."
Having received the after-school homework from Yuwen Xiu, Yun An'an jumped onto the carriage.
Watching the carriage gradually disappear from sight, Yuwen Xiu glanced at his shoulder where Yun An'an had just patted him. The unique scent lingered on his nose.
……
It is night.
Beichen Yi had not yet returned to the Prince's Mansion.
In the study, a lamp illuminated the room. Yun An'an was hunched over her desk, diligently revising the assignments of the Jia Ding Class.
Looking at the paper after paper covered in big red crosses, Yun An'an almost wanted to kick open the door of these little brats' room if it weren't so late.
This is utter garbage, isn't it Except for Xue Mu City Yuwenxiu and Tang Yi's after-school essays, which actually look like something, the rest are just full of pointless ranting and swearing.
My head hurts, it's throbbing!
"Qingfeng."
"I am here, sir."
"Drive."
"Oh, where is the princess going"
Whatever, let's get some fresh air!
Yun'an'an felt she needed to distract herself, otherwise even the Tiangong Academy would be blown up along with her.
The carriage drove slowly away from the palace.
Soon after, several dark figures crept in stealthily.
The guards of Yi Wangfu discovered the shadowy figures, and both sides engaged in a fierce battle.
After more than ten men in black were wounded, they clutched a pair of small booklets on the table and broke through the encirclement of Yiwangfu's guards.
It is night, darker than ever.
In a certain courtyard in Kyoto, a man sat at a desk, flipping through a booklet. His raised sword eyebrows and cold eyes expressed his displeasure.
"This is the important information you risked your lives to bring back from Yi Wangfu"
"Yes."
How could the Black Cloaks possibly know that they brought back something trivial
...but a scathing, vulgar account of a Class One Sergeant's after-school experience.
According to Prince Huinan, the Yiwu Palace is heavily guarded. It took me great risk to sneak in and bring back this information.
It's obvious the man in black is taking credit.
It's a shame...
Puchi---
With a single sword strike, Prince Nantao of Mobai ended the life of the black-clad assassin.
General Han, what is your opinion
Han Qing glanced at the booklet on the table, looking at the red pen strokes that had been revised and the prominent red font. A smile appeared on his face.
"Wait and see."if Ruoyun An'an couldn't save her, she would have no hope of survival.At the threshold, Yun Anan paused her steps and turned back to look at the masked man. Her expression seemed to convey a message.A...