The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1404

Chapter 1404: 683 Princess Returns! (Two Updates)_2

However, the monk did not seem to have any intention of letting Gu Jiao stop.

"The third move," he said solemnly.

It seemed that ever since the monk started demonstrating the Red-Tasseled Spear, right up to now, watching her practice it, his aura had been somewhat different from what she had ever seen before.

The third move was an intricate one within the routine, featuring a deceptive feint that demanded high speed and great flexibility.

It was only because Gu Jiao had never ceased her relentless training since arriving in this world that she hadn’t ended up breaking her own back.

Finishing this move, Gu Jiao was slightly out of breath.

The monk looked at Gu Jiao with a touch of surprise: "You still have energy left?"

Gu Jiao completed all the moves in one breath, and by all, there were actually only five, but each successive one exponentially increased in difficulty.

The monk murmured, "This girl, I had originally planned for you to practice them in three separate sessions..."

Gu Jiao’s legs were weak, and she felt as if she could collapse at any moment, but she propped herself up with the Red-Tasseled Spear.

She raised a hand, wiping the sweat from her forehead, and panted, "Is there more?"

The monk hesitated for a moment: "There is more."

He paused, as if hesitating, as if making a significant decision, "Three moves."

Gu Jiao was exhausted, seeing stars, and did not notice the conflict in his expression. She handed the Red-Tasseled Spear to him: "Let me catch my breath, then you can start."

Otherwise, her vision was too blurred.

The monk, holding the Red-Tasseled Spear, stood in the open ground under the twilight sky. The evening breeze lifted his monk’s robe, fluttering it as he gazed into the heavens.

"I’m ready," Gu Jiao said.

The monk remained still.

Gu Jiao tilted her head, "Monk?"

The monk’s grasp on the Red-Tasseled Spear tightened: "Since you want to learn, I will teach you. But remember, you must not use this spear technique for evil, nor harm the innocent with it, or I will kill you myself."

Gu Jiao was sitting on the threshold, cradling her chin and watching him, "You’re being so serious all of a sudden, I’m not used to it."

The difficulties of the last three moves were incomparable to the first six. Gu Jiao could watch and understand them, but she still lacked the strength to perform them completely.

"Let’s practice up to this point for today," the monk said.

"Oh," Gu Jiao put away the Red-Tasseled Spear.

The monk coldly huffed, "Stop looking, it’s no use looking, I won’t give you any!" _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}

Gu Jiao’s train of thought was interrupted. She paused, then decided to ask him, "What is your name?"

Monks usually didn’t have personal names, so naturally, she was asking for his Dharma name, like Jing Kong is one; but Jing Kong liked his name, and continued to use it even after returning to secular life.

After asking, Gu Jiao pondered quietly what kind of Dharma name the monk might have when she heard him quietly utter one word.

Gu Jiao was startled: "Zheng? Zheng what? Is it steamed rabbit or steamed ribs?"

The monk roared: "Is there anything other than food in your head?!"

Gu Jiao: No, I’ve been starving these past few days.

The monk sighed, picked up a piece of dry twig, and wrote a character on the ground with Yan Country’s script: "Zhen."

This character, it seems, was not a Dharma name, but his secular family name.

The monk brought the conversation to a close: "It’s late, you’d better sleep."

Gu Jiao: "I want to eat fish."

The monk: "..."

After consuming another fat and juicy grilled fish, Gu Jiao, with her belly round and full, fell into a contented sleep.