C9 That's Not Right
If he didn't speak, then so be it. Xu Qingfeng pouted at him, then could only continue squatting with a bitter face.
"Get up!" Leng Qianchen said helplessly.
"Ah! Great! Thank you, Master." Xu Qingfeng rubbed his sore calf and stood up.
Leng Qianchen got up and walked to an empty space with his sword. He glanced at Xu Qingfeng, whose forehead was covered in sweat, and said, "Come here!"
Xu Qingfeng quickly walked over. Leng Qianchen handed the sword to him and said, "Watch carefully. I will only do it once."
Xu Qingfeng took the sword in a daze. Before he could react, he saw Leng Qianchen pull out the Cold Water Sword and start dancing.
Under the nine layers of sunshine, his white clothes were otherworldly, as if he was an immortal that had never entered the world. The sword was unconventional and unpredictable. Every move and stance was a beauty that was difficult to draw out. He never used his heart to dance with the sword; the sword wind was sharp and fierce, destroying the threads of emotion!
Xu Qingfeng was fascinated by it, and he looked like he was serious about it.
Unfortunately, he did not even remember a single move.
After Leng Qianchen put down his sword, Xu Xiaobai was still staring at Leng Qianchen in a daze.
"Did you see it clearly?" Seeing that he was lost in thought, Leng Qianchen approached him and asked.
"I... I saw it clearly." Xu Qingfeng said in a panic.
It was over. He was so focused on admiring his master that he did not remember his moves at all.
Leng Qianchen frowned and said, "You don't understand?"
"No, that's not it..." Xu Qingfeng shook his head.
"Hmm?" Leng Qianchen glanced at him suspiciously.
"I, I, I, was too busy looking at my master just now. I didn't pay attention to your sword dance moves..."
... "" Leng Qianchen's face darkened. He didn't know whether he was angry or speechless.
He, Leng Qianchen, had been famous for many years. Why did he accept such an idiot as his first disciple?
The flustered and exasperated Leng Qianchen decided to teach this stupid disciple a lesson.
He wrapped his arm around his waist, and his slender hand grabbed his wrist. Leng Qianchen exerted force with his hand and lifted the sword in Xu Qingfeng's hand.
After this series of actions, Xu Qingfeng started to panic.
Master... Why did he feel that his master was so close to him? A hand was still on his waist...
"What are you thinking about? Look at the sword!" Seeing that Xu Qingfeng was distracted again, Leng Qianchen scolded. The hand on his waist tightened slightly.
Xu Qingfeng's body immediately shivered and he did not dare to let his imagination run wild.
Leng Qianchen skillfully led him to wave his sword. The two of them could not be said to be very cooperative, but looking from afar, their bodies wrapped around each other did not feel out of place.
"Master, slow down! I... I can't swing it anymore." Not long after, Xu Qingfeng was out of breath.
"This is all you have?" Leng Qianchen frowned and said.
Xu Qingfeng's face instantly turned red, and he didn't know what to say.
"Forget it, I'm still a child after all." Leng Qianchen let go of him.
"I'm not a child. I'm already seventeen years old." Xu Qingfeng retorted.
Leng Qianchen could not help but laugh. It turned out that he was ten years older than him! Wouldn't that make him call him uncle?
"Oh my god!" Muh Xin appeared not far behind the two of them and exclaimed in shock.
"Master, keep your voice down. High Lord Leng will find out later!" A tall and beautiful girl said softly.
"Little Song, did you find anything strange?" Muh Xin asked.
Muh Ge touched her chin and said after thinking for a while.
"Strange place? Is this the first time High Lord Leng taught people how to use swords?"
"That's not right!" Muh Xin said, struggling.
"Master, what's wrong?"
"The posture is not right! Do you need to hug your waist when you teach your junior brother how to practice the sword?"
Muh Ge shook her head. Now that she said it, it was really not right. These two people did not seem to be practicing swords just now, but...
