Zhuo Feiyang's face was gloomy as he walked. Chu Li's words echoed in his mind. He recalled Zhao Ying's actions when they first met. His face grew darker and he started to panic. Was he going to lose Zhao Ying?!
He could not help but recall the first time he met Zhao Ying.
The second day he entered the Public House, he went to the lecture hall to report. According to the rules of the school, when he entered the lecture hall, he saw Zhao Ying among the twenty people. His eyes brightened and his heart started to race. The world suddenly became a better place.
With that one look, he was certain that she was his woman!
Zhao Ying was quiet in the lecture hall. She rarely spoke. She was a quiet and gentle woman, but as the only woman in the hall, everyone was paying attention to her.
He shook his head. Chu Li, this useless piece of trash, also liked Zhao Ying. It was like a toad lusting after a swan's flesh.
He thought it was ridiculous, but he did not let his guard down. This guy could not practice martial arts, but he was very smart. Zhao Ying was gentle, kind, and pure. What if she really fell for his flowery words? That was why he tried to attack Chu Li whenever he had the chance.
But reality was cruel. Every time he attacked Chu Li, he would be rebuffed. Not once did it go smoothly. Instead, he embarrassed himself.
He could only watch as Zhao Ying got closer to Chu Li, this useless piece of trash, and he could not do anything about it. It was a terrible feeling!
Could Chu Li really succeed? Was he really going to steal Zhao Ying's heart?
He returned to his courtyard with a heavy heart. He tossed and turned all night and did not sleep well. The next morning, he arrived at the training field of the Martial Arts Hall early in the morning. He saw Zhao Ying practicing her swordsmanship.
The morning sun was bright and beautiful. It was neither hot nor cold. Zhao Ying was dressed in a light green gown. She looked graceful and valiant. Under the sunlight, it was as if her whole body was glowing. It was a fatal attraction. There were many people practicing around her.
Zhuo Feiyang looked around coldly and said, "Zhao Ying!"
Zhao Ying did not stop practicing. She said casually, "Brother Zhuo, you're here."
Zhuo Feiyang unsheathed his sword. "Sister Zhao Ying, let's spar!"
Zhao Ying hesitated and sheathed her sword. "Spar?"
If this was before, she would have agreed without hesitation. But now, her swordsmanship was so strong that Zhuo Feiyang might not be her match.
Zhuo Feiyang nodded. "My Delusion Split has made some progress recently. Let's spar. Watch my sword!"
As soon as he said that, he thrust his sword towards Zhao Ying. Zhao Ying had no choice but to draw her sword out. She drew a small arc in the air and parried Zhuo Feiyang's sword.
In the beginning, Zhuo Feiyang was skeptical. He held back when he attacked, afraid that he would hurt her. But after a while, he saw that she was able to handle his attacks with ease. Her swordsmanship had improved tremendously, so he gradually increased his strength.
In the end, he exerted all his skills and displayed the Delusion Splitting Sword Art to the extreme, but he still couldn't do anything to Zhao Ying. She seemed to have held back to save him some face!
This caused his face to darken unconsciously, and the momentum of his sword became even fiercer.
Zhao Ying sensed that something was wrong, but she did not think too much about it. The Flying Swallow Sword Technique was light and graceful, and it was easy for her to deal with it. She felt more comfortable than before.
Very soon, the two of them had exchanged over a hundred blows. Zhuo Feiyang's sword aura was getting sharper and sharper, and he was getting more and more furious.
He secretly activated his newly learned secret skill to stimulate his potential. His face turned red as if he was drunk, and his eyes were bloodshot. The gleam of his sword seemed to increase as well, and it was cold.
He had not broken through to the Innate Mastery level, so his inner energy could not break out of his body. However, this kind of swordsmanship was rare in the martial arts field, so everyone stopped to watch.
Zhao Ying's Flying Swallow Sword Technique was getting better and better. Against the fierce attacks, her movements became lighter and lighter. She was immersed in it, and a smile appeared on her face.
When she sparred with Chu Li, he would often make her drop her sword within two moves. It was difficult for her to perform the Flying Swallow Sword Technique smoothly. When she fought with the masters of the Raging Tiger Troupe, her heart was filled with murderous intent, so she could not relax and relax.
The more relaxed the Flying Swallow Sword Technique was, the more powerful it was. It flashed brightly, and the power of the technique was shocking.
"Ding …" Zhuo Feiyang froze. His sword suddenly flew out of his hand and fell to the ground with a clang. He turned around and walked away, his face was so dark that it could drip water.
Zhao Ying then realized that something was wrong. She quickly called out, "Brother Zhuo …"
Zhuo Feiyang walked away as if he did not hear her, and quickly jumped onto the boat.
Bai Zhijie was on standby on the boat. When he heard Zhuo Feiyang's cold order, he could only smile helplessly at Zhao Ying and paddle away.
Zhao Ying stood on the shore and looked at Zhuo Feiyang's back helplessly. She sighed. Zhuo Feiyang was too narrow-minded. He lost to her and became angry. Could it be that what Chu Li said was true, that he looked down on women and could not stand a woman being stronger than him?
When they were sparring, it was the same situation. He purposely let her win to make her happy. He did not feel embarrassed when he lost, so why couldn't he stand it now?
She shook her head helplessly and turned around to continue her practice. The Flying Swallow Sword Technique was indeed exquisite. She was far from mastering it.
In the following days, she isolated herself to train her inner energy. Occasionally, she would come to the martial arts field to practice her swordsmanship and adjust her mood. When she was in a good mood, she could cultivate her inner energy faster.
Zhuo Feiyang did not appear. He isolated himself.
On the tenth day, Zhao Ying broke through the 36th acupuncture point and completed her acquired mastery. She went to look for Chu Li and prepared to go to the Raging Tiger Troupe together.
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When she arrived at the East Garden, she knocked on the jade chime but no one appeared. She could only leave in disappointment. They must have gone to the town to play.
Chu Li stayed in the East Garden and did not socialize much. He did not interact much with his classmates either because everyone looked down on him and laughed at him.
When she thought of this, she felt a little pity for Chu Li. Senior Brother Chu Li had suffered too much coldness and disdain. He had suffered too much!
Chu Li and Lee Yue were following a middleman around the town. They turned on both sides of the main street and finally arrived at a mansion near the river.
The river flowed across Chong Ming Town and was about ten feet wide. The water was clear and there were a few rows of willow trees by the river. The willow branches swayed in the wind like mist.
"Young masters, this is a five-sectioned mansion. It was originally owned by a wealthy merchant. Later on, this man met with disaster at sea. His family broke up and the mansion is being sold." The middleman was a middle-aged man with an honest face. He shook his head helplessly. "The world is unpredictable. It's like a dream or a dew. There's nothing we can do about it. Sigh … because the owner died, everyone thinks that there's something wrong with the fengshui of this mansion. Not many people want to buy it, so the price is not high."
In today's world, martial arts were flourishing. Buddhism was also prevalent, suppressing Taoism. There were many believers of Buddhism.
Chu Li nodded.
This mansion was huge. Those who could afford it were not lacking in money. These people were usually very particular about this. No matter how much money they had, they could not win against the heavens. They were very respectful of fate.
A mansion was related to its fengshui and luck. It was better to believe in it than not. Moreover, there were many mansions in the town. There was no need to buy this one.
"Tell me, how much?" Lee Yue asked.
"Hehe, I'll sell it for ten thousand taels!"
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