Linghu Lan stepped forward, picked up the sword herself, and said with a smile, "Senior Brother, you've won!"
Wei Feng looked at Linghu Lan thoughtfully, and said solemnly, "Junior Sister, you flatter me."
Wei Feng spoke with solemnity, unlike his previous casual remarks to his fellow disciples. It was a swordsman's respect for another swordsman, a heartfelt statement.
He could sense that his junior sister's martial arts skills had improved by an extraordinary amount.
In just one month, she went from being last in the Lingshan Sect's swordsmanship to this level. It can only be said that Junior Sister is truly gifted.
All the fellow disciples came up to congratulate the two, but Linghu Lan just smiled and remained silent.
Surrounded by his fellow disciples, Wei Feng felt little joy.
When night fell, Linghu Lan, tired from practicing her sword, sat by the stream, gazing at the moon in the sky and its reflection in the water.
Footsteps sounded behind him, and Wei Feng quietly approached Linghu Lan and sat down beside her.
Looking at his junior sister's pure and flawless face under the moonlight, a surge of tenderness welled up in his heart. However, being a free spirit, he was unwilling to express this tenderness aloud.
"Junior Sister!"
"Senior Brother!" Linghu Lan didn't look at him, but stared quietly at the moon in the water. Mo Tang from the previous world liked to look at the moon, and he would definitely be happy to see such a moonlit scene in the mountains.
"The moon is so beautiful tonight, Junior Sister. You still love looking at the moon just like you did when you were little. I remember when I was little, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, my master's wife made osmanthus mooncakes for us. You looked at the moon and asked for one. So many years have passed, and you've grown up so much."
Wei Feng spoke with great joy, his words revealing the upright and chivalrous spirit of a young swordsman.
Linghu Lan listened quietly, not having the heart to interrupt him.
“Junior Sister, I used to think you were too young. We brothers only had you as our junior sister, so we should all protect you. But I never thought that you would grow up one day. In the past, when we sparred, I always let you win. Now, it’s your turn to let me win.”
Linghu Lan paused for a moment, then it was finally time to get to the point.
Wei Fengxin was always cheerful and open-minded. When he had doubts, he would ask for clarification. He said, "Junior Sister, were you going easy on me in the sword fight today? I thought you would be able to avoid that last sword strike, but I ended up knocking your sword away instead."
"No!" Linghu Lan glanced at him sideways, then looked at the moon in the water. The water murmured, and the moon rippled in the water, creating a scene that was exceptionally enchanting.
She continued, "It was my own swordsmanship that was rusty and I hadn't mastered it yet. If we were to fight again, I would have three ways to block your move, but I didn't think of them at the time."
Wei Feng breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that she wasn't giving way to him. As the eldest brother, he had always taught his fellow disciples swordsmanship on behalf of their master. Suddenly realizing that his martial arts skills had reached the point where he needed his junior sister to yield to him, he couldn't help but feel a little flustered.
Looking at Linghu Lan's profile, he felt that his junior sister had lost her innocence, naivety, and cuteness compared to before, and instead gained a sense of tranquility and composure.
He had some doubts in his heart and said, "Junior Sister, you've changed a lot lately."
"Really? What's changed?"
“You’re not as playful as you used to be. You’ve started practicing swordsmanship, which you used to dislike. You no longer play around with us. You used to love being around people. If your fellow disciples didn’t play with you for a day, you would yell that it was boring. Now, even when we call you, you don’t come to play. You seem to have become quite distant from us.”
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