Martial Arts: A Chinese Ghost Story, Huang Rong Tears

Li Qiye in the room was lying comfortably on the bed at the moment.

I don't know anything about what happened in the backyard outside.

He is very sleepy now, and he just wants to relax his body and mind and have a good sleep.

Because, in the past few days, Dianping Rouge has accumulated enough reputation, but the Kyushu script only serialized the first few chapters in the publications issued by Tianji Pavilion.

It's also time to turn these prestige into real popularity points, and then reap a wave.

Just when he had just closed his eyes, there was an untimely knock on the door.

"Huh? Who?"

Li Qiye asked casually.

"it's me."

The voice from outside the door was clearly Zhao Min.

"I'll talk about it tomorrow. Today, I'm tired."

As soon as the voice fell, the door of Li Qiye's room was knocked open with a bang.

The Mongolian princess broke through the door directly and strode to Li Qiye's bedside.

"What are you smoking?"

Even if Li Qiye was held accountable, he still felt weak. He was really sleepy.

"why?"

Zhao Min asked with his hands on his hips and his brows upside down.

"what why?"

Li Qiye was a little confused instead.

How could you be so stubborn when you forced open my door in the middle of the night without sleeping?

"Li Qiye, don't play tricks!"

"Pretending to be garlic, what kind of garlic am I pretending to be?"

Li Qiye was even more confused.

"Hmph, why don't you accept me as an apprentice even if you accept a little nun from the Hengshan Sect as an apprentice? Is it because my appearance doesn't meet your aesthetic standards?"

Zhao Min angrily stated the reason.

"Didn't I tell you that? Compared with the sword of the common people, the sword of the emperor is more suitable for you!"

"This is not a conflict. I have thought about this issue too, and it almost fooled you. I don't know whether the sword of the common people or the sword of the emperor is stronger or weaker, but I know that the two do not conflict!"

Hearing what Zhao Min said, Li Qiye also looked at him with admiration. In fact, he did draw a circle for Zhao Min at that time, but he didn't expect Zhao Min to jump out.

"Ahem... You said aesthetic standards just now, right?"

"You don't really think that my apprenticeship is a beauty pageant, do you?"

"What I'm looking at is the qualifications of the apprentice, do you understand the qualifications of the apprentice?"

Li Qiye still didn't get up, and asked three questions in a row, brushing off the topic just now.

"Then you mean my aptitude is poor?"

After listening to Li Qiye's reply, Zhao Min suddenly languished like a deflated ball.

"That's not true, your talent is still very high."

very high?

Zhao Min's eyes suddenly lit up with hope.

"Then why? Because of my identity?"

"Not anymore."

Li Qiye shook his head and continued:
"Although your talent is high, it is only for ordinary warriors. Judging by my standards, it is far from enough."

Immediately, Zhao Min's eyes dimmed again.

"but."

"But what?"

"However, it is only for the path of swordsmanship, that is to say, you are just not suitable for practicing swords."

Ok?
That means……

Zhao Min raised his head again, looking back at Hope.

"It's not suitable for practicing knives, nor is it suitable for practicing spears. In short, eighteen kinds of weapons are not suitable for you."

"you!"

Seeing Zhao Min's uncertain expression, Li Qiye secretly laughed in his heart.

That's right, he deliberately said this to let Zhao Min experience the feeling of riding a roller coaster, with ups and downs.

Zhao Min also noticed that Li Qiye was doing it on purpose, and was about to get angry, but heard the other party say again:
"Actually, it's okay for me to accept you as an apprentice."

"Really?"

Zhao Minsheng was afraid that Li Qiye would say no more, and was about to kneel down to worship the teacher, but Li Qiye's words still entered her ears first.

"but……"

"But what?"

"But you have to show me your perseverance."

Li Qiye once again had a bad idea in his heart.

Because Zhao Min disturbed his sleep, he was ready to play tricks on this girl.

"will?"

"Yes."

Li Qiye sat up and said meaningfully:

"You are the delicate little princess in the Ruyang Palace, and you take me as your teacher. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear this hardship, so you must test your perseverance, patience, and adaptability."

"Me? Delicate little princess?"

For Li Qiye's words, Zhao Min was naturally a little unconvinced.

It is precisely because she is the daughter of King Ruyang that she is not as soft and weak as the ladies in the Central Plains.

Just when she was about to refute, Li Qiye waved his hand:

"Tell me, do you dare to accept my test?"

How could he not know what kind of person Zhao Min was?

The reason why he didn't accept Zhao Min as an apprentice at the beginning was more because he really didn't have the idea of ​​accepting an apprentice at that time.

However, now that he has accepted disciples from the Hengshan sect, and Zhao Min came to ask for a teacher after jumping out of the circle, it is difficult for him to shirk again.

Zhao Min naturally failed to see through Li Qiye's aggressive tactics.

You know, she learned how to ride a horse when she was five years old, went hunting with her father when she was seven years old, started practicing martial arts when she was eight years old, and was able to compete with her elder brothers when she was 12 years old!
What could be more difficult than this?

She was naturally unconvinced, so she opened her mouth and replied:

"What dare not, in this world, there is no test that can stop me!"

"Okay, ambitious!"

Seeing that Zhao Min had fallen into his trap, Li Qiye showed a faint smile on his lips.

Then, he reached under the bed and took out two large baskets.

A basket full of dirty clothes.

In another basket was filled with smelly socks.

Dirty clothes are fine, they are actually not that dirty. Li Qiye is very careful, so the clothes are at most stained with dust.

However, those stinky socks were real stinky socks, and some of them were almost able to stand up and not fall over.

Although he didn't smell the real smell, Zhao Min still pinched his little nose subconsciously, and said with a look of disgust:

"Li Qiye, why have you accumulated so many stinky socks, what kind of weirdness are you doing!"

"Haha."

On the contrary, Li Qiye laughed heartily twice, and then looked at Zhao Min with malicious intent.

Zhao Min intuitively felt a chill coming from behind her, and then she finally thought of something, widened her eyes and said:

"Li Qiye, your so-called test is not asking me to wash these stinky socks for you!"

"how is this possible?"

Seeing Li Qiye shaking his head, Zhao Min was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but he heard Li Qiye's more specific addition:

"How can there be only these socks and those dirty clothes, don't you see?"