area51novel Chapter 10 The Enchantress!
Chapter 10 The Enchantress!
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When Zhong Yuan saw Huo Tianjiao's serious expression, he couldn't help but think to himself, "Oh no."
Is this woman trying to teach me a lesson so I won't get too cocky?
Zhong Yuan took a deep breath; a man can't say no.
Let's give it a try!
immediately.
He gripped the white rainbow sword and gave Huo Tianjiao a perfunctory bow.
"Then I won't stand on ceremony!"
Wow!
The words fell.
Zhong Yuan immediately made his move, his initial attack swift and lightning-fast, his sword flashing like lightning, his footwork light and agile!
He stabbed directly at Huo Tianjiao.
Huo Tianjiao gripped the branch in her hand, held it forward, and countered each move.
The two exchanged blows, their swords flashing like startled birds in a rainstorm, swift and precise, targeting high, undefended positions.
Sometimes calm and reserved, using defense as offense, and countering the opponent's offensive.
However, compared to Huo Tianjiao, Zhong Yuan's practical experience is definitely far inferior.
Huo Tianjiao seemed to be intentionally training him and was not in a hurry to make an attack.
After the two had exchanged more than thirty moves.
Suddenly, Huo Tianjiao raised her hand and used a move that Zhong Yuan had never seen before, directly knocking the White Rainbow Sword out of Zhong Yuan's hand.
This time.
This caused Zhong Yuan's expression to freeze. He turned to Huo Tianjiao and said, "Didn't you say you'd only use those twenty-four moves of the Tang Poetry Sword Technique?"
"You're cheating!"
Huo Tianjiao remained calm, arms crossed, and said indifferently, "There's a saying in the Central Plains martial arts world: 'All's fair in war!'"
"When you travel the martial world and encounter enemies, can you stipulate that you can only use the twenty-four moves from the Tang Poetry Swordplay?"
Zhong Yuan lost his temper immediately after being provoked by Huo Tianjiao.
Got it!
It's because we're not as skilled as them.
However, he was also a perceptive person, and in an instant, he realized that Huo Tianjiao was taking the opportunity to remind him.
Don't assume you're the only smart one.
There are plenty of smart people in the world, but the smarter a person is, the more likely they are to be outsmarted by their own cleverness!
"I understand your good intentions, young lady."
"I will practice my swordsmanship diligently!"
Zhong Yuan said this.
Zhong Yuan's sudden change to humility made Huo Tianjiao feel a little uncomfortable.
With a stern face, she grunted in agreement, dropped the branch in her hand, and went straight back to the main house.
Upon seeing this, Zhong Yuan's lips curled up; this woman was truly all bark and no bite.
immediately.
He didn't stop and continued practicing his sword.
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In the blink of an eye, ten days have passed.
Over the past ten days, Huo Tianjiao has kept her promise and taught Zhong Yuan all 108 moves of the Tang Poetry Swordplay.
Zhong Yuan didn't know where he got his energy from, and he only slept for three hours a day.
Aside from teaching the children at the ancestral hall during the day, eating, drinking, and going to the outhouse.
He spent the rest of his time practicing swordsmanship.
The results were quite good.
The small amount of true energy in his dantian was initially only the thickness of a small finger.
Ten days have passed.
That small sliver of true energy was already almost as thick as five fingers, and it became increasingly abundant during sword practice.
The aches and pains in my body gradually disappeared.
However, he was still drenched in sweat after practicing swordsmanship.
But as long as you sit down quietly, you can practice sword techniques and regulate your internal energy in your mind, unconsciously breathing in and out.
It will be restored to its original state in just a moment.
In Zhong Yuan's view, this strengthening signal was naturally a good thing.
The internal energy cultivated from this most ordinary sword technique has such an effect.
If it were a top-tier internal cultivation technique, its power would surely be extraordinary.
He simply wanted to use the internal energy he had cultivated through ordinary swordsmanship to become a martial arts master with profound internal strength.
That's unlikely.
The more profound the internal skill, the more it requires constant, painstaking practice; it takes twenty or thirty years to reach a certain level.
But this is the era of Tianlong.
He might not need twenty or thirty years to accumulate that profound inner strength.
Once he had made some progress in his swordsmanship, he left Zhenjie Village under the guise of taking the imperial examination and went on a journey through the martial world.
He had already memorized all 108 moves of the Tang Poetry Swordplay.
With continuous practice, he can increase his proficiency to a certain level, and three to five ordinary people would definitely not be his match. He can be considered someone who has swordsmanship to rely on.
This day.
Sunset.
As usual, Zhong Yuan practiced his sword in the courtyard.
Huo Tianjiao, whose injuries had almost healed, sat at a stone table to the side, eating rice puffs and drinking tea while watching Zhong Yuan practice his sword.
He would occasionally offer some pointers.
Zhong Yuan was practicing his swordsmanship with great enthusiasm.
At this time.
Huo Tianjiao frowned, stood up, and said something.
"Someone's coming."
Immediately, she got up, quickly went into the east room, closed the doors and windows, and hid herself.
Upon seeing this, Zhong Yuan quickly stopped.
He put the White Rainbow Sword under the pile of firewood.
Just as they put the White Rainbow Sword down, they heard someone knocking on the courtyard gate.
"Master Zhong, are you home?"
Zhong Yuan glanced back at the closed doors and windows of the east room, marveling at Huo Tianjiao's hearing, and walked to the courtyard gate to open it.
Who is it?
The courtyard gate opened.
Fang Liu stood outside the door with a smile on his face, carrying a vegetable basket in his hand.
"Master Zhong, I've finally found you."
Zhong Yuan was somewhat surprised. He hadn't seen Fang Liu for over ten days and thought Fang Liu wouldn't be returning to Zhenjie Village anytime soon.
Unexpectedly, he suddenly appeared.
"It's Brother Fang Liu."
Zhong Yuan composed himself and beckoned Fang Liu to enter the courtyard.
Fang Liu laughed and said, "Why call me Brother Liu?"
"Master Zhong, I'm only a year older than you."
"From now on, you can just call me Fang Liu."
"This is tofu I brought back from the city. Here, have some."
As he spoke, Fang Liu handed the basket to Zhong Yuan.
Seeing this, Zhong Yuan had no choice but to continue, "Then thank you very much, Sixth Brother."
"Although I'm only one person and have no family to worry about, I still enjoy this tofu."
Fang Liu smiled, then leaned forward and lowered his voice, saying, "Master Zhong, do you still remember those few lines of the Emperor's decree that you wrote for me?"
Zhong Yuan raised an eyebrow.
"What's wrong?"
"But something's not right?"
Fang Liu laughed and said, "It's not wrong, it's absolutely right, absolutely wonderful!"
"Master Wang said that from now on, you will be the hall master of our Ming Cult in Wannian Township."
"The followers of Zhenjie Village, along with those from several other villages, are all under your jurisdiction."
"I've also put the list of believers from Wannian Township in your basket."
"From now on, if you need anything, you can come to Qingxi County to find me."
"You are a prominent person in Wannian Township. In your daily life, take the opportunity to lead these followers and spread the Dharma teachings of the Venerable One to them."
"Let's resolve their everyday conflicts!"
"Oh, and there's one more crucial thing: have the followers keep an eye out for this woman!"
Fang Liu then took out a piece of paper from inside his clothes and spread it out in front of Zhong Yuan.
On the paper was a drawing of a woman's head.
Look at the woman's facial features, including her eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth.
"If you see this woman in the Wannian Township area, you must find a way to detain her and send someone to the county town to inform me immediately!"
"In short, as long as you see this woman, whether you drug her or use some other means, you must keep her here!"
Zhong Yuan's heart skipped a beat. Wasn't the person in the painting Huo Tianjiao?
Is Huo Tianjiao wanted by the Ming Cult?
Zhong Yuan remained calm and said to Fang Liu, "Sixth Brother."
"Is this woman an enemy of our Ming Cult?"
Fang Liu said, "I'm not too sure about that either, but Master Wang said this woman is a demoness and very dangerous!"
"They look a bit different from people around here, so they're still pretty easy to recognize."
"Alright, I have something to do, I'll go first."
immediately.
Fang Liu handed the portrait to Zhong Yuan and then left in a hurry.
Upon seeing this, Zhong Yuan put away the portrait, picked up the bamboo basket, and closed the courtyard gate.
Back in the courtyard.
He was still wondering whether he should tell Huo Tianjiao about it.
At this time.
As soon as the door to the east room opened, Huo Tianjiao stepped out, her brows furrowed in a cold expression, and said to Zhong Yuan, "I didn't expect you to be a member of the Ming Cult in the Central Plains!"