I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

The next day, at dawn, Baicaoshi opened her eyes and found herself pressing down on her husband like an octopus.

She patted her forehead, reserved.

Although it is the soul of the 21st century, it actually yearns for a noble and elegant demeanor in its bones.

She sat up, changed into the outer bunt clothes, and went out of the room.

In Chenxi's village, the air was exceptionally fresh, and she stretched her waist.

She wants to find a place where no one is around to practice martial arts. After returning from Prince Pingzhao's mansion, she felt like a sword of Damocles was hanging over her head. She was always full of a sense of crisis, and forced herself to work hard to become stronger, keep practicing hard, and firmly grasp the points Zhe Yu said.

At the same time, on the roof of Lizheng's house, the man holding the sword opened his eyes, stepped on the tiles like flying, and followed him.

Baicaoshi stopped in the woods, first warmed up, stepped forward, and then practiced vigorously. With the wind in his fists, he attacked the tree trunk.

Suddenly she felt a shadow behind her, carrying a strong wind, hitting her vest directly.

Baicaoshi concentrated, her body reacted instantly, she got a little shorter, and when she looked back, her long hair fluttered in the wind, with a dashing demeanor. Her fists attacked mercilessly.

No nonsense, just fighting.

When she stepped back, she saw the other party clearly. The man was tall and slender, wearing a black hood that resembled a facekini, with only a pair of eyes exposed.

Together with Wu Tu, she is a beginner, and she has nothing to rely on except her courage. However, after more than a dozen moves, she found that there was an insurmountable gap between herself and the other party.

The green man once said, if you can't beat it, run away.

Keep the green hills, not afraid of no firewood.

But the other party didn't seem to give her a chance to run away, grabbed the clothes on her back, grabbed her back, and threw it on the ground.

"Fight again!" It was a male voice.

Baicaoshi was thrown to pieces, her whole body ached, and when she was pretending to attack, she suddenly threw a small bottle from her arms, and purple smoke rose up.

"Let you bully my old lady, and give you a taste of the poisonous smoke." Baicaoshi ran away.

The man held his breath and quickly exited the poisonous fog. This time he was caught by surprise.

It turns out that there is a hidden weapon.

As the saying goes, if you come out to mess around, you have to pay it back. Just like how he attacked Baicaoshi just now, he is being attacked now. And the opponent's shots are more ruthless.

When he saw that the person who came was Oriha, the man fought back violently.

The two fought hard.

"If it was your heyday, I probably wouldn't be your opponent. But you are recovering from a serious illness now. But you are still not my opponent." When the two clones were staggered, the man said.

Zhe Yu ignored it, he only thought about the grin and hiss of Baicao Shi being thrown just now, and he wanted to get back the place.

While defending, the man said, "What you need are arms and support, not burdens and weaknesses."

"She's not a burden." Zhe Yu corrected him.

How can it be a burden? Without her, he would have died long ago.

The man tore off his face kini, threw it on the ground and stepped on it, revealing his handsome face on the first floor. "Are you tempted?"

"No." Zhe Yu put his hands behind his back, looking at the sky cut by the branches, "I don't need you to teach me what to do, and I have my own sense of propriety."

"Going to Kunming Academy is like telling the world. Are you ready? Even if you are ready, those people around you will not drag you down?" Zhenyilou looked directly at Zheyu. He did not agree with the chief rudder's approach, but resolutely carried out the chief rudder's instructions.

Zhe Yu took a step forward, and his voice echoed in the forest, "There is nothing to announce. The fifth prince is dead, and what you see now is Zhe Yu."

Zhenyilou caught up two steps, and asked: "Zhe Yu, Zhe Yu, what a good name for the occasion! Did you forget your mission when your wings were broken? Your Great Yan Dynasty respects Xuanniao, you Your name is the most noble name in the world, you should have spread your wings like a black bird and soared into the sky."