Star Iron, but the amount of animation

And, slightly different.

The woman in military uniform, who had originally worn her hair in a high ponytail fixed with a hairpin, now had her long black hair flowing down. Her eyes were cold, yet thoughtful. A few strands of black hair stuck to her cheeks and stained her lips, and for a moment she actually showed some charm.

An Jing's expression was still calm, as if nothing had happened.

He knew that he must not show weakness at this time, otherwise all the responsibility would be on him.

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

The woman in military uniform raised an eyebrow.

"What do you want me to say?"

"How shameless! Could it be that this hairpin flew into your hand by itself?"

"Wow, you really have a keen eye."

"One last chance for you."

"I plead guilty." An Jing said frankly, "I did pick it up."

Suddenly, he saw a flash before his eyes, and the hairpin in his hand disappeared instantly. When he looked again, he saw that the woman in military uniform had returned to her previous high ponytail hairstyle, which was refreshing yet gorgeous.

She glanced at him and said, "Come here and listen carefully."

An Jing blinked, a little surprised. This woman let him go so easily?

He thought what was going to happen was a classic pulp novel of idiotic and stalkerish plot.

The woman's teachings continue.

"If you know how to do it, then use the war beasts most commonly used by Bu Liren in land warfare as your enemies. Kill ten blood-eyed Jiaozi, and the first lesson will be over."

Jing Liu remained silent, just looking around. This was the first time she left the ward since being rescued, and it was also the first time in her life that she touched a weapon called a sword.

"I have dismissed the doctors and assistants. They will not come to you without my order."

"Not many people survived the disaster in Cangcheng. I don't know what you went through before the rescue arrived... but I don't want to see you drown in the fear of the past for the rest of your life."

"It doesn't matter if you don't speak, you can use it to speak."

"You can use it to make those monsters that took everything from us disappear completely. There are not many beautiful things like this left in the world."

Jingliu looked at the long sword inserted in her side. The mirror-like blade allowed her to see her own appearance. Countless sharp and hurtful fragments rolled up like a storm, dragging the girl into the past -

She watched everything happen, unable to move. Her internal organs were boiling, and something was roiling violently in her elixir, like a ripe grain about to break out of its shell and expand to infinity.

But the mountains ahead made her realize that she was just a mayfly, about to die at the slightest touch of the god's fingertips.

At the moment of drowning, she grabbed the only floating grass beside her.

The sword is three feet and seven inches long and weighs more than seven pounds.

An Jing observed Jing Liu in silence.

She seemed to have entered into some mysterious state, immersed in it, and her temperament was visibly changing.

A classic moment of enlightenment, where you gain enlightenment one moment at a time. Have you ever had such an epiphany?

No one disturbed her again. The woman in military uniform turned and left. Before leaving, she glanced at him lightly. Although she didn't say anything, her voice seemed to ring in An Jing's heart.

'Come out with me.'

So I was waiting here.

Ugh.

He sighed silently and followed.

Just outside the martial arts studio.

"means."

Women are concise.

"I do not know."

An Jing did not lie, he really did not know what the system had done.

"reason?"

"It's even less clear. It's not my subjective opinion."

The woman in military uniform frowned.

"You do it again."

"I'm sorry, I can't do that."

The black-haired boy spread his hands, indicating that he was powerless.

This is really a headache.

The woman in military uniform had some confidence in her own strength. She could also tell that the boy was not lying, and that this matter was a little too strange.

But there was one thing she was sure of.

He at least knew something, but she couldn't press him.

After all, everyone has their own secrets, and she is not the kind of person who has an overly controlling personality.

“I don’t want this to happen again.”

"I don't want to either."

The boy shrugged.

The topic ended here, and the woman turned around to leave, but suddenly turned back and tapped An Jing's head.

"What a fool?!"

The force was only light relative to her strength. It was so painful for An Jing that he couldn't hold it in.

The woman looked at him for a long time before nodding with satisfaction: "This is the expression you should have at your age. Don't always look so mature."

Every time she saw maturity appear on the face of someone whose age was not right, she felt that it was her fault.

The next moment, the figure of the woman in military uniform disappeared.

"Damn, I met a slutty girl... "

An Jing covered his head and cursed.

I don’t know what tricks this crazy woman used, but this place has been painful but there is no swelling.

"Fuck, my lighter is gone, my account is blocked, and I was deducted over 700 yuan. Who can I complain to..."

In this unfamiliar place, it seems that only these still stupid and clichéd jokes can bring a familiar sense of security.

An Jing couldn't help but sigh again.

The sound of a handle being twisted drew his attention away.

Jingliu's little head popped out from inside.

"She...didn't give you any trouble, did she?"

Book 1: Chapter 5: This is not funny, kids.

"You really don't care."

An Jing shook his head, opened the door completely, and walked in.

"Continue practicing your sword."

The perfunctory and indifferent tone in his words inevitably made Jing Liu feel a little annoyed, even though he was clearly concerned about him.

Moreover, looking at his appearance, he is obviously not much older than himself, but he always acts like an elder... But indeed, his strength seems to be much stronger than his own.

He subconsciously increased the strength in his hand and gripped the hilt tightly.

Jingliu looked at the boy's back and made up his mind.

Sooner or later it will catch up with you!

............

The days gradually became stable.

This pair of orphaned siblings were accepted as disciples without knowing it. It seems that the woman has a high status and position. I heard from others that she is some sword master.

An Jing couldn't remember clearly. He still didn't even know the name of his cheap master. He was distracted during the lecture and not only missed some content, he was also severely criticized.

Alas, how can he be blamed? He said at the beginning that he had no interest in becoming a disciple, but the woman did not appreciate it and did not even give him a second option. His fists were not as big as others, so he had to obey.

He had no problem with it.

"Kids, this isn't funny."

In the square, a group of children surrounded the black-haired boy, chattering and laughing.

"But, Brother An Jing, you were the protagonist, but you fell from a height of dozens of meters and died. This is too careless!"

A little girl was tugging at An Jing's sleeve, with a tender and delicate face filled with a puzzled expression that made people feel soft-hearted.

"Alas, children, reality does not need to follow logic. Lao Da practiced iron elbows all his life, but in the end he couldn't chisel open the door of the helicopter! How sad!"

"But, but, isn't that a story that Brother An Jing is telling us?"

"This is based on real life! Besides, don't worry about the details. I tell you these stories because I hope you can learn the lessons from them and gain life experience. Do you understand?"

"Understood......"

The children gathered in a circle and nodded in confusion.

"very good."

The boy nodded with satisfaction, but then he pointed at a little boy and said, "Xiao Zhu! Let's start with you! What did you learn today?!"

"Yes! I will never ride in a helicopter again!"

"It's boring! Little Egg! You say it!"

"Report to the teacher! I want to know if the boss really died like this?"

"No one knows, but I believe he will come back!"

An Jing had never felt his eyes so determined. It must be said that chatting with innocent children always makes people feel happy and relaxed.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a sharp pain on the top of his head, followed by the children's screams and retreats.

"You are misleading the students here again!"

It was clearly a very pleasant girl's voice, but to An Jing it sounded like a ghost's howl, and he felt as if his fate was being strangled by the scruff of the neck, as if his entire body was being lifted up.

Amid the reluctance, fear and somewhat shameful gazes of the group of children, the boy was dragged away gradually by the white-haired girl in a undignified manner.

"We're already home, why don't you let me go?! Jing, don't go too far!"

An Jing jumped around like a salted fish that had not yet rotted, trying to turn over. When he failed, he angrily accused the girl of being rude.

He kicked the door open and threw the boy in. Jingliu turned around and closed the door with a cold look in his eyes: "Excessive? It's really ironic to hear this word come out of your mouth."

"Oh? You little girl have learned to choke people now?"

The boy stood up as if nothing had happened and brushed the dust off his clothes.

"I didn't do anything, why do you act like I broke some heavenly law?"

"When you say you didn't do anything, do you mean you spent all day dragging a bunch of poor kids to tell them your stories, 'Pleasant Goat Falls in Love with Big Big Wolf', 'The Snake and the Seven Calabash Brothers', 'The Forbidden Love Between a Helicopter and a Shark', and the most ridiculous 'Do you like the sword head that can attack everyone with a normal attack and can attack twice?'?"

"Uh......"

An Jing listened to every word of the statement. The girl's eyes were as cold as ice and seemed to pierce him like thorns, making him feel inexplicably guilty.

"I don't think it's a big deal. The name doesn't sound weird..."

"I'll tell the master."

"Fuck you! Guigui, my little ancestor, I was wrong, okay? My dear sister, just shake me."

The boy was sweating profusely.

If Old Deng, who looks serious but is actually more capable than him in some aspects, knew how he plotted against her behind her back, he might even come up with some special punishments for her. That would be really fatal.

But how did Jingliu know the names of his stories... He remembered that he had never organized them. When telling stories, he would just start directly and make up whatever came to mind. The names of the stories were just nonsense.