Chapter 247
【Any one of these could significantly enhance a player's talent, comprehension, and understanding of martial arts.】
【Players are advised not to overly rely on the game's fortune-telling system!】
【Wishing you a pleasant gaming experience!】
As Chen Huai'an read through the series of prompts, he couldn't help but feel a bit teary-eyed.
This game system must be the only one that advises players against excessive reliance on pay-to-win aids, right?
He had never heard of anything like that elsewhere.
Haki Tong, you sly one...
Since Haki Tong had already acknowledged his current abilities, Chen Huai'an's gaze suddenly became resolute as he looked at Li Qingran.
“I have no hidden agenda, but there are still some matters I need to attend to. Please wait a moment; I’ll be back soon!”
With that, Chen Huai'an logged off directly.
He was about to put on his disposable sensory raincoat!
…
The moonlight poured down like water, quietly illuminating the small courtyard.
In the center of the yard, a pool of autumn water reflected the myriad stars in the sky.
A gentle breeze stirred the surface, creating ripples that mirrored the subtle waves of a young girl’s heart.
Chen Huai'an stood in a corner of the courtyard, his dark robe fluttering slightly in the wind, forming a silhouette against the night.
The black-scaled sword in his hand was tilted, its blade reflecting the delicate figure of the girl in her simple white attire.
“Master, could you… could you teach me again? I’ve forgotten…”
Li Qingran bit her crimson lip, her eyes shimmering, a hint of shyness lingering between her brows.
Standing three steps away, she held the Su Xian sword, deliberately tilting her wrist slightly, making the sword appear like a kite with a broken string, swaying precariously—at this moment, she no longer cared whether her master thought she was a foolish disciple; she just wanted to savor the warmth of their earlier closeness a little longer.
A smile tugged at the corners of Chen Huai'an's mouth.
“You just learned it, and you’ve forgotten in less than half a quarter of an hour? At this rate, you might not even remember which hand to hold the sword with.”
His tone was reproachful, yet as gentle as a breeze brushing over the water's surface.
“I’m just slow, and that’s why I need you to teach me, Master.”
Li Qingran pouted, her lips forming a perfect curve, insisting, “You’ve taught me over ten times, but I just can’t remember how to turn my wrist or how to move my waist…”
She struck a rather awkward pose, the sword tip nearly touching the ground.
It was far from the essence of the Qinglian Sword Classic—“The sword is inseparable from the heart, and the heart is inseparable from the sword.”
Chen Huai'an quietly watched her performance.
On the surface, he remained calm, but inside, he was a bundle of nerves.
With a righteous air, he said, “Alright, then I’ll teach you once more!”
He stepped forward slowly, positioning himself behind Li Qingran.
The crisp scent of pine (or soap) enveloped her once again, leaving her dizzy.
Warm breath brushed against her neck.
Then, a large, warm hand gently grasped her wrist holding the sword, while another hand settled on her waist.
The moment they touched, she felt her waist and legs go weak.
“Stand up straight! Look at you, all slouched… Your waist should be like a jade tree, your hands like a swimming dragon!”
Chen Huai'an's voice was low, like a motorcycle revving up.
No one taught him how to hold her; he just felt it was the right way to do it.
“The sword moves with the heart, and the force flows with intention!”
Li Qingran kept her head down, allowing her master to adjust her posture.
His warm palm felt like fire, igniting a flurry of confusion in her heart.
Her eyelashes fluttered like tiny fans, fanning the blush creeping from her ears down into the collar of her clothes.
The sword's momentum unfurled, flowing like clouds and water, the moonlight weaving the sword's aura into a tapestry of silver threads.
“Do you feel it?” Chen Huai'an's breath brushed against her ear.
Li Qingran dared not turn her head, only nodding gently, her fingers unconsciously caressing the sword hilt.
Suddenly, she stumbled, leaning back right against his broad chest.
“Sorry, Master! I lost my balance…” Li Qingran's face flushed as she hurried to stand up.
Yet, in her eyes, hidden from the moonlight, a glimmer of mischief flickered.
Chen Huai'an tightened his arm.
His hand lingered on her soft, slender waist for a moment before slowly releasing it.
Just then, he felt as if he had a soft, glutinous rice dumpling filling his embrace.
But before he could fully appreciate how soft it was, they were separated.
Li Qingran had learned a bit of sword intent he didn’t know about.
In any case, the pure Yang sword intent within him was on the verge of bursting forth.
“Let’s do it again.” His voice remained calm.
Yet, deep in his eyes, a strange fire flickered.
Li Qingran's lips curled into a smile as she readied her stance again. This time, her swordplay flowed like clouds and water, completely different from before. The sword light shimmered like water, weaving a silver net under the moonlight, breathtakingly beautiful.
As she finished her stance, she looked up at her master.
“Master, did I do well this time?”
Chen Huai'an didn’t expose her; instead, he ruffled her hair, “Not bad, you’ve got a bit of my authority now.”
Just as the fortune-telling system had said, his understanding of sword techniques was indeed above Li Qingran's.
It was just that he hadn’t seriously thought about it for so long that he believed his level had stagnated.
Li Qingran sheathed her sword, her skirt fluttering in the night breeze, poised to bloom yet hesitant to do so.
She gazed at her master, her almond-shaped eyes veiled with a thin layer of mist, gently biting her lip, her voice soft.
“Then… since I did so well this time, is there a reward?”
“You want a reward?” Chen Huai'an also sheathed his sword, “What do you have in mind?”
Li Qingran hesitated for a moment, her hands clasped in front of her, avoiding her master’s probing gaze.
“I want—” her voice grew softer, drifting like a feather, “I want a hug from you, Master…”
The last two words were as light as a breeze, yet they rang clear in the still night.
Chen Huai'an's fingers stiffened.
Was this some kind of teasing tactic?
Just moments ago, he felt he hadn’t hugged her enough, and now she was offering herself up? His emotions swung wildly, leaving him feeling restless.
“Ahem, that request is still manageable.”
Chen Huai'an feigned seriousness, hiding his anticipation and the upward curve of his lips.
He opened his arms, “Come here.”
“Hehe~” Li Qingran stepped forward lightly.
Her soft body leaned against his solid chest.
She gently rested her cheek against his shoulder, breathing deeply, inhaling the scent of her master.
The faint aroma of cedar was delightful.
It was completely different from the fragrances she had encountered before.
If only Li Qingran had been to the modern world; she would have known it was the scent of soap.
“Master…” Her voice was soft, tinged with a hint of sigh, like moonlight filtering through clouds, “It feels so good to be in your embrace.”
Chen Huai'an's body stiffened, then gradually relaxed.
His hands, unsure of where to go, hesitated for a few seconds before finally resting on her slender waist.
The moonlight illuminated the clear pond, and the world felt vast and serene.
Only the two of them remained, their breaths intertwining.
“Master, how many swords do you have on your waist?”
After a long silence, Li Qingran suddenly broke the quiet.
“One, why do you ask?”
“Then…” Li Qingran's hand slid down to his waist.
Chen Huai'an was momentarily stunned, then immediately bent over and retreated three steps.
“Master, cough! I’m not feeling well today; let’s end the lesson here. I’ll take my leave!”
Before he finished speaking, he shot up into the sky!
“Hey, Master?”
Li Qingran reached out her hand.
But in the moonlit night, only a silver sword aura shot straight into the heavens remained.
“How strange, Master clearly only had one sword…”
Li Qingran pinched her fingers, her face full of confusion.
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Chapter 265: The Demon Hunting Conference?
This is too crazy.
Chen Huai'an swore by the old Beijing chicken roll.
Li Qingran actually used the secret technique of Yunnan mountain songs on him—“I’m going to hit you with XXX.”
He had to retreat from the battlefield.
If he didn’t, his image as a master would be completely shattered.
【You have gone offline】
【Disposable sensory raincoat destroyed】
【Please continue to improve your affinity with your electronic girlfriend to unlock more game features! Your affinity with your electronic girlfriend has reached 105, allowing you to deduct 100 to use
Seeing the item destroyed, it was a lie to say Chen Huai'an felt no regret.
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