Chapter 1073 The Taoist Priest is a Snake
While the others were racing horses, Song Chunxue was having a martial arts contest with the young master of the Jiang family.
At first, they didn't use any weapons, just fists and feet.
Song Chunxue's apprentices Changfeng and Changyun stopped racing and ran over to cheer for their master.
When they first learned that their master was sparring with a young man, they were worried for him.
But to their surprise, when they ran up to their master and saw his smooth and effortless movements, which even seemed to carry a faint gust of wind, they knew that their master had indeed been cultivating diligently for the past two years.
He's much better than the two of them.
Young Master Jiang quickly took out a sword, and judging from its blade, it was no ordinary weapon. Wuyou hurriedly jumped into Song Chunxue's hand.
[Beat him! Beat him! Break his sword! Melt it into a scabbard!]
Don't expect me to help you. You're a master now; you can't rely on me to shield you from the wind and rain.
Wuyou's tone was still as irritating as ever.
I know I've worked so hard, haven't I always relied on myself?
Young Master Jiang's moves were very fast. At first, Song Chunxue was unable to keep up and even had to retreat repeatedly.
But she quickly regained her composure and found his weakness.
In the world of martial arts, speed is the only way to break through defenses.
She was indeed lacking in strength, but in the past two years, she did not make excuses for herself because of her age. Instead, she practiced faster and faster, and countered with every move in the gaps he could not easily detect, causing him to be defeated time and time again.
"interesting!"
Young Master Jiang quickly adjusted his strategy, his face showing the excitement of meeting a worthy opponent. He changed his sword moves and launched a full-force counterattack.
She hadn't practiced swordsmanship herself for quite some time, and when she practiced in private, she didn't spar with anyone suitable; she practiced alone.
Today, Song Chunxue was thrilled to encounter such a combative opponent, and she became more and more excited as the fight progressed, bringing out the sword techniques she had become most familiar with over the past two years.
Lord Zhao, standing to the side, couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement. "Junior brother is really stubborn. I thought she had learned to be lazy and take shortcuts in the past two years, but it turns out her swordsmanship has also improved a lot. It makes me itch to fight."
Master Han casually retorted, "How many times have you practiced swordsmanship in the past two years? You've been drinking and eating meat all the time, just trying to gain weight. You still have the nerve to say that?"
Lord Zhao was displeased. "That was when you saw it. When you weren't there, I also often meditated and practiced in the morning, and exchanged many skills with the disciples in the temple."
"Hmm, that's true. You often seek out those naive and inexperienced female disciples to teach them a few weak self-defense sword moves. Is that what you call sparring?" Master Han mocked clearly, shaking his head slightly. "You're far inferior to your junior brother."
Zhao Jin gritted her teeth, looking at the increasing number of young disciples, "I've only instructed them once or twice, and you happened to run into them both times. It's as if I'm neglecting my duties and just like flirting with female disciples."
"Twice?" Master Han laughed. "How come I remember..."
The next moment, a fan was pressed against Master Han's lips.
“Master Han is getting on in years, and noble people are often forgetful. It’s understandable that he might be rambling and can’t remember things. I won’t hold it against you for now.” Zhao Jin warned him with her eyes, “Just watch their competition and don’t cause them any trouble.”
Master Han put away his folding fan. "Learn more from your junior brother. As the senior brother, you mustn't slack off."
"..." Lord Zhao was furious, but he couldn't vent his anger.
Han Mo looked at Lord Zhao curiously, then looked up and asked Master Han, "Father, why do you always tease him?"
Lord Zhao raised an eyebrow. Was he teasing him?
There must be something wrong with this father and son!
“Some people need a few lashes to motivate them and make them feel ashamed.” Master Han solemnly imparted his experience in front of everyone. “However, he understands all these principles, but he applies them all to his disciples. I’m worried for my senior brother.”
"..." Lord Zhao gritted his teeth, "You talk as if you're so diligent."
Zhang Chengxuan and Xie Zheng stood far apart, afraid of being caught in the crossfire at any moment.
They all knew that Master Han was just bored; he would bicker with Lord Zhao to make the time pass faster and make things more interesting.
Who would have thought that Lord Zhao, despite his dignified appearance, was actually quick to anger and prone to arguing, acting purely on instinct rather than reason when he got into a fight?
This is completely different from his private scheming and his battles of wits with the civil and military officials in the court.
Over time, Zhang Chengxuan got used to it.
"You cheated!"
Young Master Jiang shouted angrily at Song Chunxue, who was then tied up like a dumpling and thrown on the ground.
In this round, the eldest son of the Jiang family lost.
Jiang Feiyan excitedly jumped in front of Song Chunxue, "Senior sister, you are so amazing! Few people can match my brother's swordsmanship."
Young Master Jiang was helped up, and the peach branch on his body automatically returned to Song Chunxue's wrist.
"He tricked me first, pulling out a small snake to scare me, so I had no choice but to retaliate," Song Chunxue said seriously. "Tell your brother not to use those things to scare people in the future, or he might offend someone."
Sure enough, the next moment, the bamboo leaf green in Young Master Jiang's hand appeared in Daoist Han's hand.
Master Han looked at the bamboo leaf green wrapped around his fingertips and then stared expressionlessly at Young Master Jiang.
"Is this your pet snake? And you even had its fangs removed?"
Everyone was worried for Young Master Jiang.
Young Master Jiang gave a wicked smile, "Yes, it's been well taken care of, isn't it? Such a beautiful little thing..."
"Smack!"
The next moment, Young Master Jiang slid straight out, only stopping when he passed the hooves of the galloping horse opposite him.
"Big brother!"
Jiang Feiyan quickly chased after her.
Everyone looked at Young Master Jiang with sympathy, but none of them dared to step forward to plead for him.
Among those who came to the horse race today were young masters from prominent families who usually had close ties with Lord Xie.
Seeing Young Master Jiang fly out, everyone thought, "Who doesn't want to live? How dare they make an enemy of the Jiang family?"
Young Master Jiang struggled to his feet, shook off his sister's support, and walked straight up to Daoist Han, his face grim as he questioned, "Why?"
Song Chunxue explained softly, "Master Han was born in the Year of the Snake, and he dislikes people playing with snakes, especially snakes with their teeth removed. What's the difference between that and taking away a person's hands?"
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