Xia Qingluo's interest was completely ignited, and he rushed towards Zhang Jing like a white lightning.

She held the sword in both hands and used the practical skills she learned last night. In an instant, she swung out ten swords, and the sword light cut through the air like a meteor.

However, she never managed to chop the small wooden stick head-on.

Zhang Jing's small wooden stick skillfully parried every one of her attacks.

Not only that, Zhang Jing also mixed his defense with counterattacks. His wooden stick sometimes tapped her head, sometimes hit her shoulder, and sometimes scratched her neck, which meant that if he had used a sword at this time, Xia Qingluo would have been dead.

Xia Qingluo finally understood why Zhang Jing used a wooden stick, it was because Zhang Jing was too strong, so strong that he didn't even need a sword to defeat her.

However, Xia Qingluo is not someone who would just take a beating.

She concentrated and carefully observed Zhang Jing's every move.

She was a novice and didn't need to find Zhang Jing's flaws. She just needed to imitate, imitate perfectly.

When Zhang Jing stabbed with the wooden stick again, Xia Qingluo quickly raised the sword, rubbed the stick with the sword, and cleverly blocked it.

There was a flash of surprise in Zhang Jing's eyes, and then he realized that Xia Qingluo had secretly imitated his movements again, and what he learned were the most essential things.

Xia Qingluo's lips curled up slightly, smiling brightly, "I learned it."

Xia Qingluo began to fight back. When Zhang Jing attacked, she also learned to resist Zhang Jing's attack.

Zhang Jing's attacks gradually became more tricky. Xia Qingluo secretly learned from them and also began to try to attack Zhang Jing.

Within half an hour, Xia Qingluo was able to fight back and forth with Zhang Jing, and the sword lights and wood shadows quickly intertwined.

Although Zhang Jing only used 10% of his strength and swordsmanship and reduced his speed, Xia Qingluo was improving his skills every second.

Zhang Jing has been regarded as a martial arts genius since he was a child, but he now finds that Xia Qingluo's talent even surpasses his own.

Xia Qingluo learned many skills from Zhang Jing.

Zhang Jing is probably not a bad person, he's just not good at expressing himself.

One should know how to repay a favor, and Xia Qingluo also decided to teach Zhang Jing how to act in a romantic scene.

Xia Qingluo continued to swing the sword and tried to communicate with Zhang Jing, "Nephew, what is your understanding of love?"

Zhang Jing frowned slightly, feeling inexplicably unhappy in his heart.

Xia Qingluo is two-timing and still asks him what love is?

Zhang Jing took a deep breath and said in a cold voice: "Loyalty is unchangeable, and we will be together for life."

Xia Qingluo's deepest wound was inexplicably touched.

"I thought so too, but the person I once loved betrayed me."

Zhang Jing lowered his eyes slightly. Is this the reason why Xia Qingluo became a scumbag?

He had heard many similar stories.

Those philandering men will claim that they once had a woman they loved very much, but in the end they had no choice but to break up with her.

There are various reasons for breaking up, either family opposition, the other party cheating, or family disputes.

In short, they are just looking for an excuse for their indulgence.

Zhang Jing's voice was slightly cold, "Although I don't understand love, I don't think you understand it either."

His brain was working rapidly, thinking about how to persuade Xia Qingluo to turn back from his past.

The next second, Xia Qingluo said: "It doesn't matter whether you understand or not, as long as I can act like I love someone."

"When you're acting, all your expressions are obtained by imitating others, right? You clearly think that your imitation is very similar, but Director Shang is very dissatisfied. That's because there is no emotion in your eyes."

Zhang Jing's eyelids twitched. It seemed that Xia Qingluo wanted to play a trick on him...

Xia Qingluo continued, "I heard that you have never been in love and don't know what love is, but everyone actually has the ability to love. You just need to put yourself into the role and you will feel the emotions."

Xia Qingluo stopped and put the sword into the scabbard.

She sat on the stone, crossed her legs leisurely, and raised her eyebrows slightly. "Now, imagine that you are an ordinary single college student, but the school beauty sits in front of you and greets you. How will you react?"

Zhang Jing stared at Xia Qingluo. The girl had a stunning face, extremely beautiful, with delicate features to the extreme.

Zhang Jing stretched out his hand stiffly and waved, "Hi, pretty girl?"

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