Chapter 259 Learning Swordsmanship

After hanging up the phone, Sang Qing turned on her personal terminal and, sure enough, the video about her that Mo An had posted had been deleted.

She rarely browses the StarNet, so she didn't pay attention to these things and didn't know if Shi Ying had seen them before.

I saw it; I guess he's going to be jealous.

However, Leopard often gets jealous, and she can't even tell which is which anymore.

Thinking of this, Sang Qing gently raised the corners of her lips.

On the table were the roses that Shi Ying had given her last time. The Apple Jack roses had withered and lost their color, but the shape of the flowers was still beautiful.

Sang Qing unpacked the flowers and plants, removed the excess and withered ones, and arranged them in a pretty vase.

Shi Ying happened to return and saw it. She walked over to Sang Qing, reached out and touched it, "It's all withered, why don't you throw it away?"

Sang Qing arranged the bouquet, her eyebrows slightly curved, her voice clear and melodious, "That won't do. This is the first bouquet you've ever given me. Keep it; it looks quite nice as it is."

Pushing open the window, the view was expansive, and the warm autumn sun reflected dappled light in Shi Ying's eyes. "If Awan likes it, I'll plant flowers here too."

"There are many varieties of roses and other rose varieties, which are different from those of the Wutongyue."

"Plant it now, and it will bloom next year."

Sangyue Mansion is much larger than Wutongyue Mansion. There are large open spaces around the residence, and her bedroom overlooks a large lawn where she can play golf.

Sang Qing imagined it for a moment, "Great! Let's plant some more luminous flowers, that way it will be beautiful at night too."

"good."

The two talked about their ideas for a while, and then Sang Qing went to see Kunxi.

Shi Ying insisted on going with him, and Sang Qing followed suit.

Kunxi's injuries have healed, and he has taken over the guard duties at Sangyue Manor, looking imposing in his specially made commander's uniform.

Sang Qing had many official duties to attend to, so he offered a brief greeting and then went off to work.

Shi Ying then went to select the flower seeds herself.

Qingye Town is a bit remote, and there aren't as many flower farms in the surrounding area as in the capital where you can buy finished plants in bulk. You can only choose seeds and seedlings.

As evening fell, Shi Ying walked along the lakeside street. Countless windows, like stars, were embedded in the buildings, emitting a warm orange-yellow glow that spread out in clusters of warm light in the night.

Because of the city lights that night, the originally deserted streets became more crowded. Some dilapidated residential buildings were demolished and rebuilt, with lanterns hanging from the beams and antique bells tinkling in the wind.

Shi Ying paused at the alley entrance for a while before going to find the town mayor.

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After spending a few days in Qingye Town, Shi Ying planted all the seedlings, and the two of them returned to Wutongyue together.

Sang Qing tried to provide psychological therapy to two people at the same time, but without exception, she failed.

Sang Qing looked at the pale golden spiritual threads at her fingertips, the threads splitting into several strands that swayed gently.

After a long while, Sang Qing sighed and accepted reality.

Whenever she tries to enter the spiritual sea of ​​a second person, the spiritual threads in that person's spiritual sea will dissipate.

Perhaps she lacks some trick, or perhaps her mental strength level is not high enough. I wonder if she could do it if she improved her control over her mental strength.

Sang Qing could only put the matter aside for the time being and got up to go to the snake lizard team to find Yu Jin.

Although Kunxi left, Yu Jin stayed behind, because the remaining lizard team needed someone to lead them, and new degenerate beastmen would always come to the containment facility.

Compared to Kunxi's unreliability, which always shocked her and made her heart pound, Yu Jin was much more composed.

At that time, Yu Jin was practicing swordsmanship.

Wearing the same Chinese-style horse-face skirt she had first met, and with a long sword in hand, she exuded a more sharp and dashing air.

The sword's edge whistled through the air, its light flashing freely, causing the skirt to billow and creating a delightful spectacle.

"You can also practice swordsmanship?" Sang Qing's eyes lit up, making no attempt to hide her admiration.

Yu Jin withdrew her sword stance and smiled gently, "I know a little."

Sang Qing knew, of course, that Yu Jin was just being modest. She was also skilled with daggers and whips, and just from those fluid and graceful moves, it was clear at a glance that she was no ordinary person.

Sang Qing's gaze swept over the sharp blade of the sword. "May I take a look at your sword?"

Yu Jin was stunned for a moment, then raised her hand, supported the sword, and presented the hilt to Sang Qing.

"The blade is sharp, healer, please be careful."

Sang Qing nodded and reached out to grasp the sword hilt.

The longsword landed in my hand; it wasn't heavy, it was the most practical model, without too many fancy decorations, and the blade gleamed with a cold light.

Sang Qing tried to perform a sword flourish, but her movements were slow and she was not skilled at it.

"Is the healer interested in swords?" Yu Jin asked.

"Yes," Sang Qing replied frankly.

She was indeed quite interested; she had always thought sword dance was very cool.

Thinking that her marksmanship had improved somewhat, Manju also left. With nothing to do, her mind started to wander.

So he tactfully asked Yu Jin if she could teach him.

Yu Jin smiled gently, "Of course, as long as the therapist is willing to learn."

Without further ado, Sang Qing finished assigning tasks and then began learning swordsmanship from Yu Jin, though she used a wooden sword.

The setting sun cast its light on the training field, and a gentle breeze occasionally blew by, lifting the hem of the girl's hair and Yu Jin's black brocade skirt.

Sang Qing studied diligently, and Yu Jin taught diligently as well.

When Shi Ying arrived, she saw a harmonious scene of a handsome young man instructing Sang Qing in sword practice, and her deep eyes narrowed slightly.

After Sang Qing finished practicing, Shi Ying went over and took the wooden sword from Sang Qing's hand before Yu Jin could, and used her sleeve to wipe the fine sweat from Sang Qing's nose.

The movement was so natural, yet it silently asserted dominance, as the tall figure encircled half of Sang Qing's body in his arms.

"Why is Awan learning swordsmanship again?" Shi Ying asked Sang Qing, but was looking at Yu Jin.

Facing Shi Ying's wary and unfriendly gaze, Yu Jin smiled gently.

He had tried his best to avoid physical contact with Sang Qing. Sang Qing had a strong learning ability, and most of the time he would demonstrate and explain, and Sang Qing would practice on his own, with each of them standing on one side.

There would only be some normal touching when correcting Sang Qing's movements, but even that was through the sleeves of clothing.

He did want to, but at the same time he could also see that Sang Qing didn't like his touch. Not everyone could be accepted by Sang Qing like Shi Ying.

He was like that, and so were the other orcs in the internment camp.

So even if you really want to get closer to the moon, you have to keep your thoughts to yourself.

He knew that if he crossed the line, Sang Qing would no longer learn swordsmanship from him.

He couldn't stay here any longer, so he looked at Sang Qing and said, "Since Colonel Shi has come to pick you up, I'll take my leave now. You can come to me to learn swordsmanship anytime you have free time in the afternoon."

"Okay, thank you for today." Sang Qing waved to Yu Jin with a bright smile.

After Yu Jin left, Sang Qing took Shi Ying's hand and said, "Let's go home."

Shi Ying was pulled away by Sang Qing, still feeling somewhat irritable.

Although he saw that the two did not have any intimate contact, he was still very unhappy to see the tender look in Yu Jin's eyes when she looked at his Awan.

Of course, he wouldn't remind them that so what if they like Awan? Awan belongs to him alone.

She squeezed his soft little hand tightly. "You haven't answered my question yet."