The room was silent, and Nightingale lay on her pillow without moving, facing Xu Buling's eyes, without any timidity or restraint, and answered seriously:

"My parents are guests of the royal palace. When I was hunting deer ten years ago, I went out to do business. I was born in the royal palace and was led by Madam Dingxiang. I didn't do anything. I just read and read in the library and practice martial arts with my uncles... I met the young master when I was a child. The martial arts secrets I read were all found by me in the library."

The royal palace is very big, with thousands of people inside and outside, and hundreds of people with their families. Xu Buling was stupid when he was a child, so he must not remember everyone in the mansion, and he had no impression of this little girl.

"How old are you this year?"

"fifteen."

Xu Buling nodded and chuckled, "I have nothing to serve. I will still read and read in the future. I will just say anything I want to read. If you don't understand, you can ask me."

"I have read all the books in the bookstore, so I don't have to read them."

"I've finished reading it? In the bookstore of the royal palace, there are not only martial arts secrets, but also various ancient books collected from the Daqi period in the past when I broke Chang'an. The strange stories and ambitions I have found from all over the place since Jiazi. You won't just pick up martial arts secrets to read, right?"

Nightingale smiled shyly: "I have lived in the library since I was a child. After my parents passed away, Madam Dingxiang didn't arrange work for me. She had nothing to do all day, so she stayed in the library to read books, and she had finished reading."

"You have to understand reading, just scan it all..."

"I have never forgotten it since I was a child. I will understand it after reading it once and thinking about it."

Xu Buling half-believing and half-doubted, thought about it:

"A great virtue does not have an official position, and a great way does not have an instrument. What are the last two sentences?"

The Nightingale did not think: "The great letters are not made, and the great times are not the same."

Xu Buling's eyes showed some admiration and continued: "What is the formula for the 'Golden Dragon' and 'Seven Star Palm' in Qi Jiatongbei Fist?"

The Nightingale still did not hesitate at all: "The golden dragon came out of the water and made a crazy way, shaking its head and tail to open its mouth, bullying itself and walking like waves, and the yin and yang things rushed to the center. The seven-star palm technique and gesture were mysterious, attacking and retreating were not easy, and the flowers were arranged with both hands hidden changes, looking left and right, looking up and down."

“What’s the point?”

"The front hand tip, the front foot tip, the nose tip is three-pointed in a line."

"Smoke locks the willows in the pond, and pair it with the lower couplet."

“…”

The Nightingale was naturally difficult for this time. After thinking about it for a long time, her hand poked out from the quilt and scratched her hair, and looked at Xu Buling weakly.

Xu Buling secretly breathed a sigh of relief and acted like an elder:

"There is no end to the sea of ​​knowledge, and you can't finish reading. At a young age, you must not be anxious or conceited."

"oh……"

Nightingale whispered: "Young Master, I don't know how to read couplets, but I just remember the things in the book, and I don't understand most of them."

Xu Buling chuckled: "You are still young, don't worry, you will understand when you grow up."

Nightingale nodded, looked at Xu Buling, and said hesitantly: "Young Master said during the day that I am not suitable for martial arts, but Uncle Yue said that I have a good bone... Your master's martial arts are better than Uncle Yue, so I think what you said is more accurate..."

The words were very polite, but the dissatisfaction made it clear that I could hear it.

Xu Buling thought for a while, raised his hand and reached into the bedding, took out Nightingale's hand, pinched his wrist and felt it, let go, got up and walked to the end of the bed, held Nightingale's feet and pinched it a few times.

Nightingale's body is very slender, her ankles are snow-white and delicate, and her little feet are not as long as Xu Buling's palms. She holds them in her hands as soft as boneless, and the cold feeling is very good.

Nightingale lay on her side, her expression did not change at all, and she didn't even have muscle tension. She just looked at Xu Buling seriously.

Xu Buling held his feet and studied them carefully for two quarters of an hour, and then he said softly:

"The bones are too slender. The martial artist's strength starts from the ground, exerts force from the toes, transmits power layer by layer until the palm, and can only break mountains and crack stones with one punch. The bones are slender and difficult to withstand huge force. They are born to limit their strength, and they are too thick and must be clumsy, and they are born to limit their speed. You can learn Tai Chi, which is a skill that can do a lot of effort. If you walk out of the door, you may hurt yourself first."

After Xu Buling finished speaking, he put down his feet and sat on the stool, steadily, and raised his palm:

"You try punching me."

Nightingale lifted the quilt, stood up in her close-fitting white dress, clenched her fist and put out a fist, and said seriously:

"Young Master really let me fight?"

Xu Buling looked at the thin girl and smiled:

"Um."

Bang

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud noise rang out in the quiet bedroom.

The round stool where Xu Buling sat down instantly shattered, and he slid out for more than ten steps before stopping. He was so shocked that several guards in the back house jumped onto the roof to check.

Nightingale put her fists away and stood up straight, shook her wrist that was aching:

"Young Master, how about it?"

Xu Buling still kept sitting. Although he slid out for more than ten steps, his body didn't shake. He stood up and looked at his numb palms:

"I am quite strong and my bones are really good. However, I will use this trick less in the future, and I will be useless after hitting the arm a few times."

The Nightingale showed some excitement: "As the young master's teachings... Should you punch me and let me see?"

"You can't stand it."

Xu Buling shook his head. Seeing that Xiao Nightingale was a little disbelief, he raised his energy and concentrated, retracted his right fist and slammed out his blunt punch at the wall of the bedroom.

Bang

A pit appeared on the wall in an instant, and the entire bedroom shook significantly, and the beams and pillars creaked, and tiles fell outside the window.

The nightingale shivered in fear, and the little jump just now disappeared, and she looked at the beam carefully.

Xu Buling put away his fists and told him seriously: "It can't be collapsed, you can't hit it, and you can only learn it if you can take it back. Otherwise, if you punch too hard, you can't hold it back. Just like now, the fist will collapse and the house will smash yourself to death. Okay, go back to sleep, and teach you how to do it if you have time."

Nightingale took out a small notebook and wrote down the words, but she was still a little unfulfilled and swept around the house:

"Madam Dingxiang asked me to follow the young master in the future, where will I sleep?"

Xu Buling looked a little helpless and raised his hand to point to the side room: "The close-fitting maid naturally slept in the open room, so she couldn't sleep with me."

"oh."

Nightingale nodded and trotted into the side room connecting with the bedroom.

Xu Buling lived alone all year round and never slept in the room. Suddenly there was a maid, and he was a little uncomfortable. He took off his clothes and lay down in the warm quilt with a little bit of a girl's fragrance. He couldn't help but mutter: It's really corrupt...

Recently, I have been riding horses in the desert. I have even meditated and have never had a good rest when I sleep. When I touched the pillow environment, I naturally fell asleep.

The nightingale in the room looked like a relatively well-behaved girl. She lay down without any noise and was silent. She couldn't even hear the sound of her breathing, and did not disturb her sleep.

I don’t know how long it took, but Xu Buling half-dream and half-awake, the slight footsteps of "Treading" suddenly sounded in the corridor outside the door.

Xu Buling suddenly woke up and said, "It's over...", and flipped over and ran out.

It’s a pity that it was obviously too late. I threw an empty baby in the study room, ran to the door and kicked it twice, then hurried back, and cursed in a low voice: “Bastard, let’s kill you…”

"Hey, baby, don't be angry..."
Chapter completed!