Chapter 93

After some thought, Liu Rongfa temporarily gave up the idea of bringing Liu Xiaomin to the door.

"Oh? Sister, so the person who called you just now was Brother Sheng?" Liu Hao seemed to have discovered a new continent and gave Liu Xiaomin a teasing smile.

Liu Xiaomin glared with her phoenix eyes, while Liu Rongfa and Yu Shuang exchanged glances and both gave her a subtle smile.

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The next morning.

It was a rare weekend, and Chen Dasheng had a lazy sleep, only being woken up by the shouting outside around half past ten.

Yawning, he pushed open the door, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and saw a graceful and elegant beauty in a white dress.

Nangong Zixuan was practicing sword techniques with a long sword in her hand. Under the influence of her internal strength, the blade faintly glowed red, sometimes swift, sometimes graceful, like a celestial fairy descending to earth. Paired with Nangong Zixuan's stunning figure, it was quite a beautiful sight to wake up to.

The sword aura was intense, making anyone who saw it hesitant to approach. On the other side of the yard, his uncle Nangong Mu and his sister Chen Xiaoli stood, with Nangong Mu stroking his beard and giving Nangong Zixuan pointers.

Chen Dasheng stood at the door, motionless, his eyes fixed on Nangong Zixuan's beautiful figure. If he had drool hanging from the corners of his mouth, he would look almost like a pervert.

Chen Xiaoli turned and saw Chen Dasheng's expression, a smile forming on her lips. Last night, he said he wasn't interested in her, but this morning, he was already looking at her with such lust. Men, none of them are immune to beauty, especially someone as beautiful as Nangong Zixuan. Even women would be moved by her, let alone men.

Beautiful as she was, Chen Xiaoli had misunderstood Chen Dasheng. He was indeed looking at Nangong Zixuan, but he was more focused on her sword techniques.

Having only been in the martial arts world for a little over a month, Chen Dasheng found everything new and exciting. He had learned a boxing technique before, and now seeing Nangong Zixuan practicing sword techniques, he was immediately captivated.

The techniques were either fast or slow, defensive or offensive, each move was exquisite, like a dance, a beautiful painting that captivated the soul.

Swish, swish, swish!

The sword shadows flashed in Chen Dasheng's eyes, and a shadow appeared in his mind, quickly mimicking Nangong Zixuan's moves. His powerful brain worked at high speed, analyzing and refining the scattered techniques, even improving the flaws in Nangong Zixuan's sword techniques, discarding the bad and keeping the good, gradually imprinting them deeply in his mind.

Nineteen sword techniques, each one practiced, and soon, Nangong Zixuan finished her last move, sheathed her sword, and took a deep breath to calm the surging true qi in her body.

"Zixuan, not bad, you're almost at the minor completion stage of the Lingxiao Nineteen Swords!"

After finishing her practice, the sword aura around Nangong Zixuan slowly subsided. Chen Xiaoli clapped her hands and walked over with a smile.

This was her future sister-in-law, and no matter how well Nangong Zixuan practiced, in her eyes, she was excellent. Besides, Nangong Zixuan's sword techniques were indeed exquisite, far surpassing those of ordinary families.

"Big Sister Xiaoli, you flatter me!" Nangong Zixuan smiled, her two dimples charming. Although she didn't have a good impression of Chen Dasheng, she respected Chen Xiaoli.

Chen Xiaoli looked at Nangong Zixuan with joy in her eyes. She liked this future sister-in-law more and more, and was determined to urge Chen Dasheng to win Nangong Zixuan's heart as soon as possible.

"Zixuan, come, let's spar!"

Naturally taking on the role of the elder sister, even though they weren't married yet, Chen Xiaoli already treated Nangong Zixuan as family.

"Sure! Thank you, Big Sister Xiaoli, I was just thinking the same thing!" Nangong Zixuan nodded immediately upon hearing this.

No matter how proficient one's sword techniques were, without a sparring partner, it was hard to gauge the level of mastery. Only in combat could the true power of any sword technique or martial skill be demonstrated. Otherwise, no matter how beautiful the moves looked, they were just pretty to the eye.

"Hmm?"

Just as she was about to spar with Chen Xiaoli, Nangong Zixuan suddenly felt two eyes staring at her. Turning her head, she saw that annoying guy, Chen Dasheng, staring at her with a dazed look, not sure what he was looking at.

Furrowing her brows, Nangong Zixuan wanted to scold Chen Dasheng, but she immediately held back, remembering what her grandfather had said to her last night.

Seeing Nangong Zixuan's expression change, Chen Xiaoli turned and saw Chen Dasheng's face, his eyes fixed on the girl without blinking. A smile formed on her lips. This kid, making the girl blush, and he still didn't know to be more restrained.

Chen Xiaoli walked over without suspicion, teasingly waving her hand in front of Chen Dasheng's eyes, "Hey, boy, snap out of it!"

Nangong Mu seemed to have noticed something and wanted to stop Chen Xiaoli, but it was too late. Chen Dasheng was already startled awake by Chen Xiaoli.

The sword shadows in his mind disappeared with Chen Xiaoli's shout. He was just about to fully understand the nineteen sword techniques, but he was only a little short of reaching the major completion stage.

Chen Dasheng felt a bit regretful. Coming back to his senses, he looked at Chen Xiaoli in confusion, "What's up?"

"What's up? You were staring!" Chen Xiaoli gave Chen Dasheng an ambiguous look, then turned and pointed at Nangong Zixuan with her chin, "Go, spar with Zixuan."

Just now, she was thinking of sparring with Nangong Zixuan, but now she changed her mind. This was a good opportunity to improve the relationship between the future couple, so she decided to let Chen Dasheng do it. They might end up getting along better after sparring.

"Spar? What kind of sparring?" Chen Dasheng was puzzled.

"Spar with Zixuan!" Chen Xiaoli smiled and whispered, "Seize the opportunity, remember what you promised me last night."

"Spar?"

Chen Dasheng turned and looked at Nangong Zixuan standing in the yard with her sword. She had a weapon in her hand; if they really sparred, wouldn't he end up in pieces?

"Forget it, Sister, you go. I just woke up, haven't washed my face or brushed my teeth yet!" Chen Dasheng waved his hand, trying to back out.

Chen Xiaoli grabbed him and whispered, "Boy, Uncle is watching!"

At this moment, Nangong Mu walked over and looked at Chen Dasheng thoughtfully, "Dasheng, spar with Zixuan. You are engaged, and will be a family in the future. Just go easy on each other."

Mentioning the engagement, Chen Dasheng's face twitched. He looked at Nangong Zixuan, who was tightly gripping her sword, and wasn't sure if the look in her eyes was murderous.

"Uncle, look, she has a weapon, and I'm unarmed. Isn't that just asking for trouble?" Chen Dasheng looked troubled. Since Nangong Mu had spoken, he couldn't avoid the spar.

"Hmm? What weapon do you want?" Nangong Mu looked at Chen Dasheng strangely. This kid had only learned boxing techniques; what use would a weapon be to him? It would only hinder him.

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

Nangong Mu stroked his beard and smiled, then turned and pointed at a few branches on an old tree in the yard. Several sharp sword auras shot out, cutting off two branches slightly thicker than a thumb.

"Swords can be dangerous, use these branches as swords!" Nangong Mu's move surprised Chen Dasheng, but he himself acted as if nothing had happened, pointing at the branches and smiling at Chen Dasheng.

Internal strength transformed into sword auras, striking objects from a distance, was a graceful and elegant move, giving Chen Dasheng a deeper understanding of his uncle's strength.

"Uh!"

Chen Dasheng came to his senses and saw that Nangong Zixuan had already chosen a branch and was using her sword to remove the side branches.

"Go on, remember, just go easy on each other!" Chen Xiaoli patted Chen Dasheng's shoulder, her face full of smiles.

There was no choice. Chen Dasheng had to go through with it. He had just understood Nangong Zixuan's sword techniques, and this might be a good opportunity to test them.