In the following days, Lin Fan went to Xiaoyao Sect to learn weapons every day and did not have a single day of rest.
Le Zheng Yuanqing originally intended to teach her as his junior sister.
Later, I saw that although she had a weak constitution, she could master the moves quickly, and seemed to have some talent. She was also not as delicate as other children and could endure hardships.
I secretly admired him in my heart and taught him more attentively.
Lin Fan was as tired as a dead dog every day. If he hadn't been led by his father, he probably wouldn't have been able to get down the stone steps.
She didn't know what Le Zhengyuanqing did, but every time she was exhausted, as long as he gently held her hand, she would feel less tired.
"Did he pass on his internal energy to you?" Wang Fengfeng guessed.
He came to the cafeteria to eat today and happened to meet Lin Fan and John Woo. Of course he wanted to sit at the same table with them because he couldn't miss the opportunity.
"Really?" Lin Fan said, holding a chicken drumstick in his mouth. "I don't feel anything. I just don't feel that tired."
Shouldn't transferring internal energy be like feeling the surge of true energy?
Two pairs of eyes, one big and one small, looked at John Woo inquiringly, asking him for confirmation.
John Woo put down his chopsticks helplessly.
He doesn't know either, okay? He doesn't even have the chance to come into contact with these.
"But isn't it said that the eldest senior brother is a master of swordsmanship? Lin Fan's weapon is not a sword, right? He can teach it?" Wang Fengfeng saw that Wu Yusen couldn't answer, so he didn't make it difficult and quickly skipped the topic.
"I know that," Wu Yusen finally spoke, feeling relieved. "Big Brother is proficient in all eighteen weapons, but his swordsmanship is his greatest strength."
The so-called eighteen kinds of weapons are just an overview, and no one really thinks that they are eighteen kinds of weapons.
A person who has mastered the sword to perfection cannot be completely ignorant of other weapons.
After all, when the enemy fights, there are all kinds of weapons and skills. If you can't integrate them, you won't be able to defeat the enemy.
Moreover, although Xingchen's weapons are strange, they can be roughly regarded as short daggers and two-handed swords, which are not far from the weapons that the eldest brother is best at.
There is also a combined double-headed spear, which is also one of the common weapons. It is not difficult for the eldest brother.
If Lin Fan could learn 60% to 70% of the moves from his senior brother, it would basically be enough.
"Wow~ This looks really exciting." As a otaku, Wang Fengfeng is interested in many things.
He likes mechas, martial arts, anime, and cute girls.
It has to be said that with the addition of Wang Fengfeng, the dining atmosphere at Lin Fan instantly became much more lively.
Everyone must have met a friend who loves to make jokes. Most of what they say doesn’t make any sense, but it always makes people feel happy.
Wang Fengfeng is such a person.
His exaggerated words and expressions reminded Lin Fan of Li Chunhua. But compared to Li Chunhua's naiveté, Wang Fengfeng was clearly smarter and more shameless.
As the days passed, the intensity increased and fatigue gradually accumulated.
In the morning, after breakfast with John Woo, we went up the mountain to study. At noon, the senior brother would provide us with a meal. We were exhausted when we came down the mountain. After dinner, we went back to the dormitory and fell asleep.
Lin Fan was so tired from such a busy schedule that he didn't have the energy to pay attention to anything else. He even hadn't picked up his phone for a long time.
The only entertainment was Wang Fengfeng coming over to chat with them during dinner in the evening.
That day, Lin Fan rested her head on the table, her eyes blank, waiting for Wu Yusen to bring her food. She was exhausted, but she didn't dare ask for leave from her senior brother...
Thinking that he would be twenty in a few days, Lin Fan mentally encouraged himself. Just a few more days and he could rest.
"Where is Angkor?" Wang Fengfeng asked as he put the tray on the table.
After knowing that they were all in the restaurant at this time, he would come over at a fixed time every day to join in the fun.
Looking around, he saw Yu Sen, walking towards him with a tray in each hand. Next to him was Jin Si Chen, also holding a tray, carrying a lot of things for Lin Fan.
Wang Fengfeng looked at Xiao Linfan in front of him, who looked listless.
How can mecha, martial arts, and cute girls all be concentrated in one person? Isn't this going to kill him?
Speaking of his life, and thinking about the morning news, Wang Fengfeng suddenly felt unhappy. He leaned back in his chair with a worried look on his face.
"What's wrong?" His reaction was so obvious that it was hard for Lin Fan not to notice.
"You don't know yet?" Wang Fengfeng raised his eyebrows. "A fight has already started."
"What's the fight about?" Lin Fan didn't understand.
Fighting is not allowed inside the Special Affairs Office. There are special places for sparring, and the punishment for fighting on your own is very severe.
"It's the fierce country..." Wang Fengfeng realized that Lin Fan hadn't watched today's news yet, and was about to explain to her when he was interrupted by John Woo.
"Why are you telling her all this?" Wu Yusen shot him a sullen look. "She's been at Senior Brother's place all day, and she's exhausted. She can't help, so why are you putting her in that trouble?"
Wang Fengfeng suddenly remembered that Lin Fan was a sensitive person, who was easily distracted by trivial matters and easily fell into negative emotions.
So in order to reduce her psychological burden, everyone tried their best to prevent her from being exposed to bad news.
Seeing that Lin Fan was doing well recently, he forgot about the matter for a moment. He scratched his head embarrassedly and fell silent.
"What happened to the Biaohan Country?" Lin Fan looked at them while picking up the food handed to him by John Woo.
It would be fine if you didn't know anything at all, but it makes me feel uncomfortable when you just started talking about it and then don't continue, right?
"Nothing." John Woo made up his mind not to say anything and smiled at her soothingly.
Lin Fan is not a real child, so how could he be treated so perfunctorily?
Wang Fengfeng looked left and right but didn't look at her, so she could only turn her gaze to Jin Sichen.
"Okay, stop stopping me. It's not a bad thing to let her know." With no one around, Jin Sichen had a cold face and didn't bother to fake a smile.
"You know very well..." John Woo frowned.
"Yes, I know she is easy to empathize with others." Jin Sichen sat next to Lin Fan, pushed the tray in his hand towards her, took out a bowl of three-fresh vermicelli casserole and placed it in front of himself.
"But she already knows the beginning. If you don't tell her now, she will find out by herself later." Jin Sichen had been hiding it at first, but now that the truth was out, there was no need to try to cover it up anymore.
"Besides, Xingchen is going to have to deal with this sooner or later..." Jin Sichen said, while Wu Yusen and Wang Fengfeng sighed in unison. "Rather than giving her a sudden shock, it's better to let her get used to it slowly now. Psychological adjustment requires a gradual process."
"What's going on?" Lin Fan had never seen three people with such serious expressions at the same time.
Not to mention John Woo, who always had a smile on his face. Although he sometimes had a cold expression, Lin Fan knew that it was mostly related to him.
Wang Fengfeng is a prankster. She was surprised to see him look so sad just now.
As a happy homebody, Wang Fengfeng has grasped the essence of self-entertainment. He can have fun even when there is nothing to do. How could there be anything that can make him worry?
The same goes for Jin Sichen. When he stops pretending to smile, he has the arrogance of "it has nothing to do with me if all of you mortals die", so why did he suddenly become so serious?
Could it be that the Special Affairs Office was attacked at the door?
I'm worried, what am I worried about?
No tickets, no interaction.
Today, I stumbled upon a drawing of Lin Fan by someone named Soy Sauce0Feifei. Wow, isn't this the treatment you get from a big boss? It's so pretty.
Then I felt ashamed again. Haven’t I been learning painting recently? I thought I was good at it. Hahaha, now I suddenly found my correct position.
Jiangyoubao, I'd like to copy your picture for study, is that okay?
Then I was moved. How could I let down such a wonderful reader? I had to work so hard to write well!
Yesterday a new reader left a message saying it was good. Haha, I was so happy. She also asked me not to write too much empty words.
Hmm… Actually, I never had the subjective intention to write a good story. It's just that, technically, I might not have mastered it, and it's too fragmented, right? I'm revising it. After all, I haven't had a break in six months, so I really want to finish it soon and rest up.
The plot I wrote recently is completely different from the previous one. It's very complicated. I don't know if it can be published smoothly. I'm worried. Well, I'll write it first. If it can't be published, I'll see. The progress is already accelerating. Well, I hope the following plot can satisfy everyone.
