AST 1842 - Minor Emperor Pelle (2/2)

“What do you mean passable, could there be anyone with a sword dance even more beautiful than mine?” Sheng Jun smiled.

Qing Shui smiled, wanting to say that though it was indeed hard to find people better than her, there were a few who were at her level. Witnessing the sword dance, Qing Shui suddenly thought of an old acquaintance.

The girl called Sword Dance, at the Gongsun Clan.

He could only smile bitterly, it had been many years. Some people were destined to only be passing travellers, without leaving too many marks.

“You do have quite a bit of confidence.” Qing Shui smiled at this unparalleled woman.

“The woman who was with you last time was very beautiful.” Sheng Jun smiled.

This change of topic came out of nowhere. Qing Shui felt like this was too surreal.

“You are also very beautiful.” Qing Shui praised.

“Compared to her?”

Qing Shui knew she was asking about Muyun Qingge and was shocked, “Is this a woman’s natural instincts? Why do you like to compare so much?”

“You can’t answer me, can you?!”

“This is actually easy to answer, my woman is the most beautiful. I have faith in my own eyesight, or else why would I pick her.”

“Men only like women for their appearance.” Sheng Jun sighed, seemingly very disappointed.

“All people share the love for beauty. Your need to compare with others actually shows that you also love appearances, unless you’d rather be ugly.” Qing Shui smiled, pulling the question away from context.

Sheng Jun shook her head, “Let’s not talk about this, you were looking at my sword stances, were there any mistakes?”

“No, but once you see my dance, you’ll be able to see why.” Qing Shui stretched out his hand.

Sheng Jun handed him her Three Feet Steel Edge.

Qing Shui practiced the Taichi Sword art, but it was slightly different from his previous life. His speed was neither blindingly fast nor overwhelmingly slow, but emphasized on the softness. With both hardness and softness, carrying an indescribable elegance, yet containing a monstrous power.

This was a strange feeling and was a visually appealing image, but it was the use of the sword that was the most shocking.

Sheng Jun could see clearly, her eyes were sparkling. The sword art Qing Shui practiced was not better than hers, but he was at a higher level of insight. He had trained in the sword for ten years, although he was rusty and had used the Golden Battle Halberd most of the time, Qing Shui’s insights into the sword were hard to match.

After a while, Qing Shui stopped with an easygoing expression on his face. His body tinged with elegance, while he looked at Sheng Jun, “How was it?”

“Great!” Sheng Jun replied honestly.

Qing Shui returned the sword to her.

Sheng Jun directly asked, “Could you tell me how you use your strength so precisely?”

Sheng Jun knew that since he was showing her, he wouldn’t be miserly and maybe even had thoughts of teaching it to her.

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