Chapter 93: Ling Xiao's Nineteenth Sword!

  After some thought, Liu Rongfa temporarily dispelled the idea of bringing Liu Xiaomin home.

  "Oh? Sister, so the person who just called you was Sheng Ge?" Liu Hao seemed to have discovered a new continent and smiled slyly at Liu Xiaomin.

  Liu Xiaomin's phoenix eyes narrowed, while Liu Rongfa and Yu Shuang exchanged a glance, both casting subtle smiles at Liu Xiaomin.

  ——

  The next morning.

  It was a rare weekend, Chen Dabing slept in late and wasn't woken up by the shouting outside until almost 10:30.

  Yawning and pushing open the door, rubbing her sleepy eyes, what entered her line of sight was a white-clad, elegant and refined beauty.

  Nangong Zixuan held a long sword in her hand, practicing her swordsmanship. With the infusion of internal energy, the blade emitted a faint red glow, sometimes swift and sometimes elegant, as if it were a celestial being. Paired with Nangong Zixuan's stunning figure, it was quite a sight to behold, even early in the morning.

  The sword energy was shooting in all directions, extremely fierce, making people dare not approach at first sight. Meanwhile, that cheap uncle, Nan Gong Mu, and his own sister, Chen Xiao Li, were standing at the other corner of the courtyard. Nan Gong Mu stroked his beard while giving instructions to Nan Gong Zi Xuan.

  Chen Daxing stood at the door, motionless, his two eyes fixed on Nan Gong Zixuan's absolutely beautiful figure. If he had drooled at that moment, it would have been almost indistinguishable from a pervert.

  Chen Xiaoli turned his face to see Chen Dashi's appearance, and a smile spread across the corner of his mouth. Last night, he said he wasn't interested in him, but this morning, he was looking at someone else with such a flirtatious gaze. Men are all like this, none of them are not lecherous, especially when it comes to beauties like Nan Gong Zixuan. Even women would be moved by her, let alone men, who can resist her charm?

  Beauty is beauty, but Chen Xiaoli misunderstood Chen Daxing. He was indeed looking at Nan Gong Zi Xuan, but what he was looking at wasn't a person, it was swordsmanship.

  Chen Daxing had only just come into contact with martial arts for a month, so he naturally found everything novel. He had previously learned one style of boxing, and now Nan Gong Zixuan was practicing swordplay, which piqued his interest, and he was immediately drawn in by Nan Gong Zixuan's swordsmanship.

  Either fast or slow, either defensive or offensive, the moves are exquisite, looking like a dance, appearing as a beautiful painting, making people infatuated and enchanted.

  Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

  Sword shadows flashed in Chen Dashi's eyes, a virtual shadow appeared in his mind, learning Nan Gong Zixuan's moves quickly practiced, the powerful brain rapidly rotated, quickly analyzing and deducing those scattered moves, even filling in the gaps of Nan Gong Zixuan's swordsmanship, removing the dross and retaining the essence, slowly imprinting it deep into his mind.

  The Nineteenth Sword Technique, one by one, was practiced quickly. Soon, Nangong Zixuan finished the last sword move, sheathed his sword, and let out a long sigh, calming the surging true energy within him.

  "Zi Xuan, not bad! This set of Ling Xiao Nineteen Swords is already close to being minorly accomplished!"

  Nangong Zixuan finished practicing her sword technique, the swirling sword energy around her slowly subsiding into stillness. At this moment, Chen Xiaoli clapped his hands and walked over with a smile.

  This is her future sister-in-law, no matter how good Nan Gong Zi Xuan's swordsmanship is, in her eyes it's all excellent, let alone the fact that Nan Gong Zi Xuan's swordsmanship is indeed exquisite, a grand and noble family, not something that can be compared to a humble household.

  "Sister Li won the prize!"

  Nangong Zixuan smiled, and the two shallow dimples on her face were indeed intoxicating. Although she didn't have a good impression of Chen Dasheng, she still had great respect for Chen Xiaoli.

  Chen Xiaoli looked at Nangong Zixuan, her eyes full of joy, and the more she looked at this younger sister-in-law, the more she liked her. She had made up her mind to urge Chen Dasheng to win Nangong Zixuan over as soon as possible.

  "Zixuan, come on! Big sister will spar with you!"

  Naturally taking on an elder sister's demeanor, although she hadn't yet entered the household, Chen Xiaoli had already considered Nan Gong Zixuan as one of her own family members.

  "Ah! Thank you, Li Jie. Zi Xuan was thinking the same thing!" Nangong Zixuan nodded immediately upon hearing this.

  No matter how proficient the swordsmanship is, if there is no one to exchange moves with, it's impossible to tell what level it has reached. Regardless of the type of swordsmanship or martial arts, only in battle can its power be revealed; otherwise, even the most beautiful techniques are just aesthetically pleasing to onlookers.

  "Huh?"

  Just as she was about to practice with Chen Xiaoli, Nangong Zixuan suddenly felt two gazes staring at her. She turned around and it was that annoying guy Chen Dasheng from yesterday, his eyes dazedly staring at her, who knows what he's looking at?

  She furrowed her delicate eyebrows, and Nan Gong Zi Xuan wanted to scold Chen Da Sheng, but thinking of what Grandfather had said to her last night, she immediately restrained herself.

  Seeing Nan Gong Zi Xuan's change in expression, he turned his head to see Chen Da Sheng staring at the girl with a straight face, not even blinking an eye. A smile appeared on Chen Xiao Li's mouth, this kid, made the little girl blush, and still didn't know to restrain himself.

  Chen Xiaoli didn't expect that, and walked past with a smirk, waving his hand in front of Chen Dasheng's eyes, "You little stinker, it's time to wake up!"

  Nan Gongmu seemed to have discovered something on the side and wanted to call out to Chen Xiaoli, but it was too late. Chen Dasheng had already been woken up by Chen Xiaoli.

  The sword shadow dancing in his mind disappeared with Chen Xiaoli's loud shout, and the 19th sword technique was about to be fully understood, just a little bit away from being completely mastered.

  Chen Daxing sighed inwardly and came back to his senses. He looked at Chen Xiaoli with some confusion, "What's wrong?"

  "What's wrong? You're staring!" Chen Xiaoli gave Chen Dasheng a ambiguous look, turned around and pointed to Nan Gong Zixuan with his chin, "Go, accompany Zixuan in her sword practice."

  She was just thinking of accompanying Nan Gong Zi Xuan, but now she has changed her mind. Such a good opportunity to improve the relationship between the fiancé and his wife-to-be must be given to Chen Da Sheng. The two people may fight all the way.

  "Practicing sword? Practicing what sword?" Chen Dashi asked in a daze.

  "Let's exchange blows with Zi Xuan!" Chen Xiaoli smiled and said in a low voice, "Seize the opportunity, remember what you promised me last night."

  "Want to exchange blows?"

  Chen Dashi turned his face to look at Nan Gong Zi Xuan, who was standing in the courtyard with a sword in her hand. That little girl was actually holding a weapon, and if she were to make a move, wouldn't he be chopped into pieces?

  "Never mind, sis, you go ahead, I just got up, haven't washed my face or rinsed my mouth yet!" Chen Dasheng waved his hand and tried to slip away.

  Chen Xiaoli grabbed him and scolded in a low voice, "You stinky brat, your uncle is watching from the side!"

  At this time, Nan Gongmu walked over, looking at Chen Dasheng with a thoughtful expression. "Dasheng, you can practice with Zixuan now. You two are fiancés and will be family in the future, so just keep it brief."

  As soon as Nan Gong Mu mentioned the unmarried couple, Chen Da Sheng's face twitched unnaturally, and he turned to look at Nan Gong Zi Xuan, who was tightly gripping the hilt of her sword, with a glint in her eyes that seemed to be a killing intent.

  "Uncle, look, she has a weapon in her hand, and I'm empty-handed. Isn't that just asking for trouble?" Chen Dashi's face showed a difficult expression, but Nan Gongmu had already spoken up, and this battle was not going to be easy to avoid.

  "Huh? What kind of weapon do you want?" Nangong Mu looked at Chen Dashi with a strange expression. This kid only learned fist techniques, what's the use of holding a weapon, it would only tie his hands and feet.

  Chen Dasheng thought for a moment and said, "A long sword!"

  Nan Gong Mu heard this, stroked his beard and smiled, turned around, pointed a few fingers at the old tree in the courtyard, and several sharp sword energies shot out of his body, cutting off two branches from the tree that were slightly thicker than a thumb.

  "Swords can hurt people, so use these branches as swords!" Nangong Mu's move was enough to surprise Chen Dabai, but he himself seemed nonchalant, pointing at the two branches and smiling at Chen Dabai.

  His internal energy transformed into sword energy, and with a wave of his hand, he could attack objects in the air, making Chen Daxing have a deeper understanding of this uncle's strength.

  "Huh?"

  Chen Daxing came back to his senses, only to see that Nangong Zixuan had already selected a branch and was using the sword in her hand to trim off its forks.

  "Go quickly, remember, just a little!" Chen Xiaoli patted Chen Dasheng's shoulder, with a thick smile on his face.

  There was no way out, Chen Daxing could only force the ducks to go on stage. Just now he had grasped Nan Gong Zixuan's swordsmanship, perhaps this was also a trial opportunity.