Chapter 502: sword

Out of martial artist's instinct, he opened his eyes suddenly and grabbed the hand holding the sword.
"what--!"
There was a short whisper in the carriage, Nan Yan shook his hand in fright, and the short sword in his hand fell.
"The emperor, the emperor..."
"..."
Zhu Feng didn't speak, but frowned, looking at her scarred face, and then lowered her head to see the sword falling on the car plate
A small wooden sword.
He reached out and picked it up: "What is this?"
Nan Yan hurriedly said: "The emperor forgive me, this, this is a wooden sword and can't hurt people. The servants are not—"
It seemed that she thought she suspected that she was going to assassinate.
But at that moment, even he almost thought he had encountered an assassination, if it wasn't because she saw that the person holding the sword was her.
Zhu Feng coughed lightly, and only said, "I ask you, what is this for?"
"Wooden sword... self-defense."
"Self-defense?"
"Well, it was Xiaoyu for the slave and maid," Nan Yan looked up at him and said softly: "Before, the slave asked Xiaoyu to teach the slave and maid some defensive methods, so that in case of danger, even if the slave cannot protect the emperor, At least, it won't drag the emperor."
"..."
"So, she shaved a handful of this for the servant."
Zhu Feng did not speak for a while.
Just looking at her cautiously, serious, kind of angry, and a little funny.
After a long while, he said, "Just this thing, what can I do?"
After speaking, he threw the wooden sword aside.
"Hey!"
Nan Yan was stunned for a moment. Before he had time to speak, Zhu Feng had already pulled out a short sword from her waist and handed it to her hand.
"You, use this."
Feeling a sinking hand, Nan Yan looked down and saw that it was a short sword made of stainless steel. Pulling the sword out of its sheath, a cold light suddenly shot out.
The blade is thin and sharp.
Can feel an invisible, but oncoming spirit.
Even a layman can tell that this is a good sword.
Although only his arm is as long, no matter how long it is, he may not be able to hold it.
Nan Yan looked up at Zhu Feng in surprise: "The emperor, this—"
"This is called a sword, you know."
Zhu Fengbai glanced at her and pulled her to his front: "I will teach you."
Feeling his chest pressed against his back, a breath that belonged to him immediately enveloped himself, Nan Yan was a little nervous and held it tighter.
Zhu Feng lowered his head and said in her ear: "When using the sword, use your wrist to be flexible."
He took her hand and taught her to hold the hilt
"The use of the sword mainly includes hitting, stab, point, lifting, grid, stirring... You can't remember too much, just remember these few."
"..."
"The sword is not heavy, and it doesn't need strength, it just needs skill and sensitivity."
"..."
At this time, Nan Yan was nervous and excited.
The sweat on one side was constantly going out, but she gritted her teeth and tried her best to remember what Zhu Feng told her.
Zhu Feng shook her hand, held the sword, and taught her every type of strike, saying: "The dancing girls you see dancing with swords are all fancy. In actual combat, you don't need to move so much."
"..."
"You have those actions, people hurt you with a single sword."
Nan Yan bit her lower lip and nodded gently.
Do as he teaches little by little.
Although the carriage is spacious, it is only a carriage after all. A person holding a sword in it can't open it. She can only try to understand what Zhu Feng taught her.
Just as she stabbed with a sword, Zhu Feng nodded slightly with precise force, the carriage stopped.
"The emperor, we are in the north of the city."