Your Majesty, he is as beautiful as a flower

Rong Hui hesitated for a moment, Yuchen is usually self-willed and tricky in private, he can pamper him, but in this school, other disciples are there, if people see him and only teach him, some people will be dissatisfied.

Rong replied: "Let's talk about it when we return to Xuhuazhai."

Yuchen said: "Okay, then I will wait for senior brother at Xuhuazhai."

Yuchen held the sword and walked towards Xu Huazhai. Fortunately, the deacon of Xianjian is not strict with the disciples of the outer sect, and doesn't care whether he learns or not.

Rong Hui stayed in the school grounds, if any disciple asked for advice, he would go over to answer questions.

He didn't come out until Youshi, the disciples flocked to the dining hall, and he went to the kitchen. Uncle Xu had prepared the ingredients for him early in the morning, and he could cook when he returned.

He fried two light side dishes, and prepared two bowls of rice and took them back to Xuhuazhai.

Yuchen doesn't eat the food made by the cook at Linxiantai, but only eats what he cooks. He has to go to the kitchen to cook for him every day. After practicing for several days, he can still get it.

Yesterday the ancestor said that every time Rong Hui watched him eat, his heart ached, so today Rong Hui prepared his own portion and went to eat with him.

I don't know if it was owed to him in the previous life, but whenever Mr. Chengui fell ill, he would always accommodate him with a good voice.

Take the matter of eating as an example, it is a trivial matter to cook for him personally, if he doesn't eat a grain of rice, it will be a headache for Rong Hui.

Yuchen was in a good mood today, and ate all the food that Ronghui brought.

After eating, Rong Hui took a sip of tea and said, "The other disciples practiced swords well today, and they have roughly mastered the moves, so you can't fall behind too much."

Yuchen wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, "Brother promised to teach me by hand, are you afraid that you won't be able to learn?"

Rong replied: "You rest first, I will teach you when I come back later."

"it is good."

Rong Hui took the bowls and chopsticks away, it was already night outside, he sent the bowls and chopsticks to the kitchen, Xu Bo had just finished his meal, and was resting on the recliner outside the kitchen.

Uncle Xu said a few words of concern, "Young Master Rong, it's so troublesome for you to cook by yourself every day. If you get tired of my dishes, I'll make you a new one tomorrow."

Rong Hui said with some embarrassment: "Uncle Xu, that's not the case, it's really..."

He hesitated to speak, he really didn't know what excuse to use to appear reasonable.

Xu Bolang laughed a few times, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, you come to cook whenever you want, I'm just afraid that you will be tired."

"That won't happen, thank you Uncle Xu for your concern."

Uncle Xu pointed to a large wooden basin outside the kitchen. There were already a lot of dishes waiting to be washed in it. "Put your dishes here and leave them to me. Go back and rest."

"Okay, thank you." Rong Hui put down the tray and bowls and chopsticks, and walked back.

Yuchen had already taken out his sword, and was waiting for him in the open space in the front yard while wiping it.

This Xuhuazhai only lived in the three of their senior brothers and Yuchen who had just moved in. The elder brother was out, and Tao Ye was crooked in the room to study herbs at this time. Xuhuazhai was very quiet.

Rong Hui broke down the swordsmanship taught today, move by move, and asked Yuchen to follow him step by step. If he did something wrong, he would go to help him correct it.

After roughly an hour of practice, Yuchen was able to completely practice that set of swordsmanship with Ronghui.

At this time, behind Xuhua's Ramadan cave, Cheng Rui was looking over here, seeing Ronghui and Yuchen practicing sword together, he gritted his teeth, snorted softly and went back to Fanghuazhai next door.

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The next day, Wang Chongyun would check each disciple's mastery of yesterday's set of swordsmanship, and compete in groups of two to use the moves from the set of introductory swordsmanship.

This kind of competition doesn't necessarily have to tell the winner, just click on it.

There are a total of 31 new disciples, and one of them is single, so Ronghui had to make up an even number with himself and practice with them.

After the lottery was drawn, Ronghui and Cheng Rui were in a group, while Yuchen was in a group with Ren Chaofan.

In the first competition, Rong Hui and Cheng Rui made a demonstration.

For the new disciples, Rong Hui only used [-]% of his strength, but judging from the trend of Cheng Rui's moves, he has a strong desire to win and lose, and he has some kung fu skills, and his moves are a bit ruthless, forcing Rong Hui to have to Be vigilant.

The disciples who watched from the side commented in a low voice, "Cheng Shizi's swordsmanship is really good, and he can compete with the second senior brother after only one day of practice."

"He is not bad, but in my opinion, the second senior brother did not try his best, otherwise Cheng Shizi would not be an opponent."

"It's a good thing I didn't draw a pair with them."

Suddenly, with a clang, the sword in Cheng Rui's hand flew out and stuck on the ground a foot behind him, the hilt was still shaking.

It took Cheng Rui a while to realize, even though he was not reconciled, he still admitted, "Second senior brother is really good, I lost."

Rong took back the sword, and said meaningfully: "It's just a common practice of swordsmanship, don't care about winning or losing."

Cheng Rui forced an embarrassed smile on his face, "Yes."

Rong Hui turned to the other disciples and said, "Next group."

Immediately afterwards, the two disciples competed on the stage. Compared with the previous one, this one was very friendly. The two fought according to the moves taught yesterday, and after finishing the moves, they each left the stage.

When the group of Yu Chen and Ren Chaofan entered the field, Rong Hui's heart arose. Ren Chaofan and Cheng Rui were the same kind of people, they had a strong will to win and lose, and they usually held their own identities. There is no one in sight.

Yuchen practiced for an hour yesterday. Although he has mastered the moves, he is worried that Ren Chaofan will be merciless.

Sure enough, as soon as he entered the field, Ren Chaofan's attack was as fierce as a tiger, and Yu Chen avoided his attack by retreating.

Ren Chaofan's skills are comparable to Cheng Rui's, and he has a solid foundation. Every move he moves towards the sword in Yuchen's hand, intending to hit his sword out.

Seeing Yu Chen who was being forced to retreat on the field, Rong Hui's heart twitched. He was afraid that Ren Chaofan's sword would hurt him. He wanted to call out to stop, but the deacon of the fairy sword didn't speak, and it was difficult for him to speak.

Suddenly, there was a sound of metal falling to the ground, the sword in Yuchen's hand fell to the ground, and a hole was cut in his sleeve.

Rong Hui was startled, and hurried forward, at the same time, Cheng Rui also stepped forward.

Ronghui eagerly held up Yuchen's right arm and looked at it. The sleeve was cut open, and there was faintly visible blood on the cut cuff, "Does it hurt?"

There was no trace of pain on Yuchen's face, but he said, "It hurts."

Cheng Rui grabbed Ren Chaofan's collar, his eyes looked fierce as if he wanted to eat people, "Practice a sword, what are you doing to hurt people!"

Ren Chaofan's face turned pale, "Shi, Shizi...I didn't mean it, it's because he didn't avoid it..."

Cheng Rui loosened his collar, and pushed him by the way, "Get lost!"

Wang Chongyun came over and said: "Swords have no eyes, if you use a sword or gun on weekdays, it is inevitable to suffer minor injuries."

Rong Hui turned to Wang Chongyun and said: "Deacon Wang, Yuchen is injured, I will bring him some medicine first."

"Go." Wang Chongyun said to the others: "There are still others who haven't compared yet, let's continue."

Rong Hui brought Yuchen back to Xuhuazhai, and hurriedly called Tao Ye to get the medicine box.

Yuchen sat at the table, watched as Rong Hui patiently untied his cuffs, and gently pushed his cuffs up, for fear of touching his wound.

Tao Ye took the medicine box, and happened to see the three-inch wound on Yuchen's forearm, "I'm afraid this small wound will heal today."

Rong Hui had nothing to say, just now when he saw his sleeve was cut open and saw a trace of blood, he thought the injury was serious, but he didn't want it to be just a small injury, if he suffered such an injury on weekdays , he is too lazy to take medicine.

Yuchen looked at him and frowned belatedly, "Brother, it hurts..."

Hearing this, Tao Ye at the side shivered.

Rong Hui coughed, looked at Tao Ye and said, "Ah Ye, is there any medicine for golden sores?"

"Yes, wait." Tao Ye took out the golden sore medicine.

Yuchen's white jade-like arm, with thin skin and tender flesh, probably he had never suffered such a serious injury before, Rong Hui asked: "Ah Ye, this wound will leave a scar."

Tao Ye glanced at the wound, "Normally not, it's just a superficial wound."

Rong responded, and then patiently wiped some golden sore medicine on him.

Rong Hui applied the medicine on him, and Yu Chen looked at him unscrupulously, as if admiring a painting.

Seeing that something seemed wrong with the atmosphere, Tao Ye quietly retreated out.

After Rong Hui applied the medicine on him, he said in a gentle voice, "After applying the medicine, it should be healed in two days."

Yuchen's hand covered his hand on the table.Rong Hui was taken aback, the cold hand on the back of his hand was like a piece of jade, he remained motionless, and asked: "What's wrong?"

"Brother, have you ever thought about why you are so kind to me?"

Rong Hui paused, his eyes swept over the hand held by him, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Facing Yuchen, who was harder to serve than the emperor, he never complained at all, seeing him happy made him happy too.

He also often thinks that maybe what was owed to him in the previous life must be repaid in this life.

Yuchen rubbed the back of his hand lightly with his thumb, "Even if I have saved your life, it should have been cleared up long ago. So, Huier, why are you being nice to me?"

Rong Hui raised his eyes and looked at him, then hastily lowered his eyes, his lips parted slightly, "I..."

"Brother!" Fu Binglan's voice came from outside.

Rong Hui quickly withdrew his hand from Yuchen's, the door was still open, Fu Binglan came in directly from the outside, "I heard that Mr. Yuchen was injured, are you alright?"

Rong Hui looked at Fu Binglan and calmed down his emotions, "It's just a flesh wound, nothing serious."

Fu Binglan breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

Yuchen put down his sleeves, barely covering the wound, with displeasure written on his face, "Little sister is really good at choosing the time."

Fu Binglan was confused, "Huh?"

Rong replied: "Binglan, Yuchen is fine, if you have something to do, go and do it."

"Second senior brother, I just happened to be looking for you too. I still don't understand the sword technique you taught me the day before yesterday, so please give me some pointers."

Rong Hui glanced at Yu Chen again, and said to Fu Binglan: "You go to the school yard and wait for me, I will go there later."

"Okay." Fu Binglan went out bouncing around.

Rong turned back and said: "You are injured, you should rest well today, I will go first."

Just as Rong Hui was about to leave, his wrist was grabbed.

Rong Hui stopped and turned around, only to hear the ancestor say: "Brother, my hand is still hurt, many things will be inconvenient, you should spend more time with me later."

Rong nodded, "Okay."

After Rong Hui went out, he also closed the door, and Yu Chen pushed back some tattered sleeves, and the three-inch wound slowly healed, leaving only the mark of the golden sore medicine.