Chapter 8 (1/2)

Yan Zheng polished his wooden sith a silk handkerchief deliberately, while watching his junior brothers practicing swordplay

Junior brothers' swordplay was literally a joke to him Except that Li Yun's was presentable, the other tere basically having fun with the wooden swords, just like big apes playing two rods But theira sword

One moment he said to this one, “Wooden swords don’t hurt, but real swords and sabers do To deal eapons, you can’t be too careful — Cheng Qian, don’t push your finger against the blade The nerves of your fingers are linked with your heart, can't you really feel that pain?”

Then he turned to another, “There is a saber weighing three hundred Jin [1] in East Sea, which you hold with both hands But this is a sword, Xiao-Yuan I suppose you are not practicing swordplay, but rather forging iron”

And sometimes he would have to roll up his sleeves and run about to stop Li Yun'strouble “Knock it off! Hey,your eye”

… To say “unbearable to the eye” was to praise these brats

YoungQian, taking a few more looks at the kid

He ell aware that he was a man-about-town, still he deemed it appropriate as he didn't perform any inhuman acts, and his behaviors hindered nobody So he felt no qualms of conscience and never repented He even intensified in accordance with ti and mood

In addition, young ed he was somewhat shallow — he had a clear estiely short of both acquire the case, he wasn't in a position to demand them from others Consequently, the only way he had left to differentiate his likes froe by appearance

According to this standard, people of Han Yuan's kind were unpardonably evil in his eyes

“Judging by appearance” was Yan Zhenged principle However, he had made exceptions for two: one was his master, the other was Li Yun

Even though histo excuse that After all, he had been cultivating with hiht years; he was, as it were, spoiled by his master, and was emotionally close to him

As for Li Yun… however sightly he was, Yan Zhenguy was a bloody nuisance!

In the case of Cheng Qian, Yan Zheng was, in actual fact, fairly fond of hi hi seldom happened as the cycas blossoms — the pity was that his third junior brother didn’t appreciate his kindness

While junior brothers were running aroundjust stood there absently, idly carrying his wooden sword He wasover the standstill of his sword skills

It was eight years since Yan Zheng swordsmanshi+p from his master But he barely made it to the third form

Although the opening move his master performed was like Five-Anied and elderly, there was no absurdity in the sword art itself

Unlike the nescient little beggar Han Yuan, before Yan Zheng was initiated into Fuyao Sect, his parents had employed the best professional to teach him swordsmanshi+p Even if he wasn’t skillful, he wasn’t blind either

The Fuyao Wooden Sword had five forht”, “Seek and Pursue”, “Backfire”, “Decline from Prosperity”, “Return to Trueness”, with twenty-five e increased, Yan Zheng often had an illusion that this set of sword art was all-e To pause and reflect, he found from every point derived infinite possibilities

But his ht on the thehtenestion

Yan Zheng had o into particulars about these ingeniousthe fool

Yan Zhengh the third form, “Backfire”

It was inglorious and e to say that he had been stuck in the forood two years, even if he wasn't a pursuer of literary or er

The name “Backfire” was honestly apropos Howeverhad rectified his ure out where the rub was and couldn't shake off the feeling that there was soht in his every move

Yan Zheng, and scowled at his wooden sword

The waiting-on Taoist children and maids instantly rushed to fan him and wipe off his sweets

Unfortunately, this ti hty and unsettled at thedisturbed by the idiots, it was even harder for hirab the trace of the indistinct inspiration

He swept his hand vigorously and raged, “Scraet in the way here! Fro swordplay!”

TheMaster, is that a new rule?”

Where was the question co master Yan was so unoccupied that he alwaysand made many “rules” — such as clothes and shoes should correspond in color, when to comb his hair, how many times the table in his study should be wiped a day, he must have a cup of cold tea that catered to his taste before speaking in the … similar cases were numerous

Probably the emperor didn’t have so many bad habits as him If the maid had been a bit less clever, she was unlikely to remember them all

Young master Yan's countenance didn't moderate His upper lip touched his lower lip, and a new rule burst out of his throat “Fro swordplay — You make a spectacle of yourself!”

Hearing his words by accident, Cheng Qian was surprised that his first senior brother actually knew the phrase “make a spectacle of yourself”

“Apprentice” Muchun Zhenren as instructing Cheng Qian hacked and said

Yan Zheng Qian The boy didn’t look straight at hi the typical manner of an inexperienced child from a poor family, as he lowered his head “sheepishly” and followed his master's steps closely

… “sheepishly” having a dig at the sect's funny incidents where it was concealed from view

Pointing at Cheng Qian, Muchun said, “Your second junior brother is too busy to take care of both You take the job to instruct your third junior brother”

Actually, Li Yun was fardown the pavilion with Han Yuan

Yan Zheng didn’t sort his own proble the words, he frowned, and took advantage of his ence to erupt all his impatient complaints at him

He hardly realized that Cheng Qian ayQian didn’t understand why master wouldn’t instruct him personally What was first senior brother capable of, anyway?