Chapter 213

Every month he didn't tease Han Ling any more. He managed to hold back his smile. Under the arrangement of the palace maid, he went to the warm fragrance Pavilion, where the hot spring is located. When he came back, Han Ling had already told him. When he saw her every month, he praised her.

In fact, she is really tired. Now she really doesn't remember to soak in the hot spring, but she has more important things to do, so she can't come out no matter how comfortable she is.

When I came out, I saw Chen Jiu waiting outside the door. She was still satisfied with this. She followed me step by step. Although it was very annoying, this man was moderate and couldn't find anything wrong.

After holding back the others, Fengyue takes Han Ling and Chen Jiu to a back hall.

"How about the three elders?" on the way, every month thought of it and couldn't help asking.

Cold Ling paused and said, "the three elders are overworked and old, so they can't be fine for a while. They need to rest for a period of time."

Every month he nodded and didn't say anything. Several people came to the empty hall. Han Ling came forward and didn't know what hands and feet he had made. The wall opened and several people stepped in.

For this, Chen Jiu, who had been following behind them, didn't say a word, and his face was expressionless, but his heart was also curious. The Ming moon palace was really extraordinary. Look at this structure, it should be an underground palace or something!

Sure enough, as he expected, when they entered a step, all the guards in black saluted her.

Chen Jiu's eyebrows frowned. These people were all murderous and bloody. They were no weaker than his killer. Was this the killer she trained? So what did she bring herself here for?

It seemed that he felt his tension and picked his eyebrows every month. He didn't say anything, but the corners of his mouth were tilted, with a sense of expectation and excitement. How are the people she trained now

All the way to the main hall of the underground palace, he was welcomed to the throne every month, and shouted in unison: "welcome the palace master..."

Every month couldn't help laughing at the neat and mellow voice. It seems that their training is good. Su raised his hand gently and motioned them to get up. Every month, he frowned. Maybe they shouldn't show their true face.

"How many people are left?"

The mouth is every month. She used to train them by the law of the jungle. If she didn't work hard, she would die. Now it's time to see her grades.

The deacon of the underground palace came to salute and replied, "back to the palace master, there are only a hundred people left."

Nodding every month, this number is still a little too much for her. You know, after the real fight, the number in her heart is up to 80, but now there are still more than 100 people left. It is obvious that their fight is not fierce at all.

"Go on, remember, as long as the elites in this palace, one will defeat hundreds of elites." what every month spits out is nothing more than a knife, which is ruthlessly inserted into the hearts of these people. You know that their brothers and companions have died too much, lost half, and it is not easy to survive. If they continue, they don't know what the consequences will be.

"Yes..." the Deacon replied, and his heart was numb. They had enough to deal with the bodies these days.

Every month doesn't agree with those who have changed their expression. These people are destined to fall, because he is the one who is soft hearted in a fight.

For these people who know best, she is every month. I think she was slowly fighting out of a hundred people. Every step is a blood footprint, which is the cruelty she will never forget. At that time, she had only one belief, that is to live!

"From now on, you will all wear masks and get rid of your names. In the future, you will only be called code names, and you can't recognize each other. Do you understand?"

Her voice was light, but everyone present could hear it, and she would never dare to despise it.

"Yes... Palace master!"

Every month, after thinking about it, she said to Chen Jiu holding a sword: "Chen Jiu, go and have a few moves with them. Remember, don't be merciful." she decided to let Chen Jiu have a few moves with them to see how the effect was. And Chen Jiu himself is very suitable to stay here, isn't he?

"Yes..." he came to the middle without expression. "Who came to teach."

They looked at the man. When he first came in, they smelled the killing gas on him. They thought he should also be bloody all year round. They glanced at each other. There was no lack of excellent people among them. For a time, some people were ready to move.

One of the people's eyes flashed. If he came out, the palace leader should notice himself! After thinking for a moment, he finally looked up.

"My subordinates are willing to come to learn."

Every month when she heard the sound, she glanced at the man who stood up. She saw that he was a boy of 14 or 15 years old. He looked good, but the firmness and depth in his eyes added a bit of stability to him.

At the first sight of this person, she felt that she was a good seedling, a little like her in those years. Unexpectedly, there were such good seedlings in the underground palace. It was really not easy. Besides, it's a miracle that he can still live until now.

"If you don't die, the palace will reward you!" every month he opens his mouth to the boy.

"Thank you, palace leader. My subordinates will do their best."

Every month nodded. Yes, even the cold spirit on one side looked at him with great interest.

"Please --" the boy said and attacked first. The dagger in his hand was fast and accurate, directly attacking the other party's vital points. He grasped every strength properly. For a time, Chen Jiu really didn't react. He could only protect his vital points, but he couldn't attack the people in front of him.

He had never seen such a fighting move. It was strange, unpredictable, cruel and overbearing. Of course, he didn't know it was given to them every month. Although they didn't learn very deeply, they also had terrible lethality with their own martial arts and internal power.

Finally, after Chen Jiu adapted to the fight, he could gradually resist. Although the boy's moves were strange and unpredictable, after all, he was a man who had walked on the edge of the knife for so long. After all, he still had more experience than him, so soon, the two were in a relative mode.

Every month looked at the fight between the two in the field with interest. Suddenly, Chen Jiu's long sword was drawn to the boy, but the boy was struggling with his injury and sent the dagger in his hand to Chen Jiu's chest.

However, Chen Jiu is an experienced killer. He dodged the blow, but the sword in his hand has been stained with the boy's blood.

But look at his appearance, as if he didn't know he was hurt, he didn't frown. At this time, there was only one belief in his heart, that is, he should be promising, don't be bullied and looked down upon again.

"It's a seedling..." every month said, and Han Ling nodded aside. Looking at his appearance, she seemed to have seen him somewhere.

"Palace leader, this boy... Seems to have seen him somewhere."

"They are all people in the palace. Of course, I've seen them. It's not surprising."

"No... subordinates mean that they seem to be... In the clan, but if they are in the clan, how can they be sent here?" she didn't understand. It was the person she chose at the beginning! There should be no mistakes.

Every month, after listening to Han Ling's words, he also looked at the boy. It was obvious that the two men in the field won and lost. Although the boy took the lead at the beginning, he was still young after all. How could he defeat the experienced killer Chen Jiu? Obviously, he has been defeated, but it is not easy to fight for so long, even if he is injured all over.

"Stop..." every month when another cut appeared in his arm, he finally shouted at them. She was still very satisfied with the boy, and directed at his perseverance, which was the object she was worth cultivating.

His eyes turned to the panting boy, "what's your name?"

The boy tried to concentrate his mind and said, "subordinate, Sima Qing..."

Han Ling's body moved slightly, raised his hand every month to stop, looked at the boy, and no longer looked at him. He said to others: "in the future, Chen Jiu will be the commander here, and he will train you. Remember, if you want to live, you have to work hard, otherwise no one will pity you."

"Yes, my subordinates, yes!"

Chen Jiu frowned. He was used to being free and didn't like to take so many people with him.

Every month he swept around and knew what he thought. He said to Chen Jiu, "you are only responsible for training them, and they will be your people in the future, but you don't have to stay here, but... You must let me see an effect."

Then she got up, looked down at everyone in public, and glanced at the boy with his head down. He didn't know that he was just disappointed. He didn't attract her attention.

"Take him away!"

Every month, he said to Han Ling, then went down the steps and went to the stone gate.

"Congratulations to the palace master..."

Cold spirit came to Sima Qing as ordered. The latter stood up and found a man standing in front of him. He looked up and found that it was cold spirit, the left Dharma protector.

"My subordinates have seen the left Dharma protector." Sima Qing quickly saluted, and a few drops of blood fell to the ground. Fortunately, Chen Jiu didn't hit very hard, so he was still awake at the moment.

"Can you hold on?" Han Ling remembered who the boy was in front of him now, but he was not sure.

"Go back to the left to protect the Dharma, yes!"

"Good. Let's go with the Dharma protector!"

"Yes..." Sima Qing looked at her back clearly and quickly followed up. He was going out. This was his first time out of the underground palace.

In all kinds of thoughts and eyes, Sima Qing left with Han Ling, and Chen Jiu stayed here first. After all, he just took office and should be familiar with it.

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In the hall, every month, he drinks fragrant tea. Han Ling leads a clean boy who can't see any scars to come to him, "palace master, people have brought him."

"Hmm..." every month, she answered and then looked at Sima Qing. "Sima Qing? As a member of our family, why did you enter the underground palace? Or who sent you in..."