Xiao Nanhui stared intently, secretly shocked.
The sword technique Li Yuanyuan used was not from the Zhejian Sect, and his moves were so exquisite that Su Pingchuan probably couldn't even learn one tenth of it.
At the last move, the opponent's footwork changed, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of her. The rusty sword touched her neck two inches below, three inches below her ribs, her thighs and ankles, and finally rose along her spine, emerged from the top of her head, and finally returned to her hand, merging with the other half of the iron sword.
It only takes a moment to go from running fast to standing still.
Li Yuanyuan slowly withdrew her hand, wiped the sweat off her clothes, and turned back into the appearance of a country peasant woman. She found a firewood-chopping stool and sat down, fanning herself with a palm-leaf fan.
"Come."
Xiao Nanhui gathered his energy, concentrated his mind, and stood up with his sword.
She danced with the sword swiftly from memory, fearing that a single slackness would cause her to lose the subtleties she had just grasped. As she sweated, she was already in uncharted territory.
At some point, the last ray of twilight had sunk into the mountaintop.
The man's voice rang out softly amid the sound of the sword.
"Why teach her?"
Li Yuanyuan took a quick glance and saw a man in coarse clothes standing next to a pile of firewood. Although he was in this rural village, he had an otherworldly temperament that was out of tune with his surroundings.
Li Yuanyuan hated this temperament and hated the other person's identity even more.
"It's said that Emperor Tiancheng is precocious and cunning, but he couldn't even guess this?"
She knew he was the emperor, but there was no respect in her tone, and it was no better than when she asked Ding Weixiang to feed the chickens.
However, despite her intentional provocation, the other party did not show any annoyance, not even surprise.
At first she thought he was just being reserved, but then she realized: he really didn't take the emotion in her words seriously, and his tone was as calm as if he was a young man chatting with an old lady.
"How dare this junior speculate on what the senior is thinking?"
She finally put away her sharp tone, but the wrinkles between her brows were still deeply engraved and could not be smoothed out.
"That's right, you can't guess, because there's no reason." The old woman finally withdrew her gaze and lazily swatted the mosquitoes off her body with a palm-leaf fan. "Even if her vision is a little poor and her talent is mediocre, I always teach whoever I want to teach. If I don't want to teach, it's useless even if I break my head."
Su Wei nodded slightly, obviously hearing something from it.
"She didn't mean to be disrespectful to you, but she's been tempered on the battlefield since she was a child. A few feet of blade are useless in a sea of thousands of soldiers. It's far less effective than a long spear in killing the enemy. It's inevitable that she looks down on swordsmanship."
"What's the point of learning to shoot? It only increases your violent temper. It won't be useful at the critical moment, otherwise how could..." Li Yuanyuan paused here, and after a long while, she managed to suppress her emotions and said gloomily, "One must look forward. Besides, the master who taught her the gun is long dead, right?"
Su Wei was surprised for a moment, then shook his head slightly.
"He's still alive. It's just... it's just as good as dead."
The old woman snorted roughly, without trying to figure out the deeper meaning of the words.
"That's it. Seeing that she hesitated for a while, but ultimately didn't resist, I knew she had already left her former master and was now a wild pigeon with no one to protect her."
The man raised his eyebrows slightly, and his tone suddenly turned cold.
"She is a natural soldier, so she will naturally be protected by the natural people."
Li Yuanyuan noticed the other party's change and turned around to meet him.
"My disciple is a natural born soldier. Why didn't anyone protect him when he was captured and taken to the Lingxi stronghold?"
Su Wei's gaze met Liu Yuanyuan's, and there was an unshakable indifference in his eyes.
"Then we have to ask, how could he be so incompetent that he could be schemed against and end up in such a state."
There was a moment of silence in the air, and Li Yuanyuan looked away after a long time.
"I, Li Yuanyuan, have only had one disciple from the beginning, and that's Su Pingchuan. No matter how incompetent he is, he's still my disciple. You appointed him the Left General, probably out of respect for his father, but do you think he's really stupid?" She chuckled at this, feeling an indescribable helplessness. "He's a child of Ruogu, how bad could he be? It's because his father had ulterior motives that he made me swear on my life that I would never teach him everything I know. Otherwise, with his talent, he would have been the leader of the Zhejian Sect by now."
Su Wei also lowered his eyes and flipped through the article casually.
"A sword that is too sharp must be unsheathed, and will always break before a duller blade. Only when the blade is not sharp enough can the hand holding it become calculating. Although it may not be the most powerful one, it can at least remain safe in the sheath for a lifetime. This is the principle of being a father, not the principle of being a prince."
Li Yuanyuan smiled silently again, with a hint of mockery at the corners of his lips.
"You're quite good at talking." She paused, then turned to look at the figure of a woman practicing swordplay under a camphor tree not far away. "I just don't know how someone as good at talking as you could fall for that straightforward and stubborn girl."
Su Wei remained silent, with a gentle smile on his brow.
He just stood there quietly, watching the woman dancing with the sword under the camphor tree, until night fell and the sky was filled with stars.
In the small courtyard with a wooden gate, half-dried mugwort crackled in the furnace, emitting bursts of green smoke and driving away the mosquitoes that were becoming increasingly frantic in late summer.
Xiao Nanhui touched his belly and sighed with a sense of dissatisfaction.
She once again felt that Li Yuanyuan's words were absolutely right. Raising chickens was truly a respectable craft. No matter how precious a sword or how great a martial art, it couldn't compare to this pot of freshly cooked mushroom and chicken soup.
Luo He was still scraping the bottom of the pot with the wooden spoon. As he was scraping, he seemed to notice something. He looked up and met the eyes of the man opposite him. He lowered his head involuntarily and put down the spoon in embarrassment.
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