As for Ran Qingchen, Jiang Shouzhong hadn’t considered her at all.
Not to ntion that she would definitely not practice with him, he feared that now that he knew her mother’s swordsmanship, this woman might already be unhappy in her heart.
Realizing this, Jiang Shouzhong resigned himself to the situation and decided to do Ran Qingchen a favor. He said to her, "Since it’s your mother’s sword manual, I won’t take sothing you love. You can take the manual. Besides, I can’t practice it alone, and as for the moves I have morized, I will try to forget them."
Ran Qingchen didn’t decline; she nodded lightly and said, "Thank you."
Sensing the man’s disappointnt, Ran Qingchen felt sowhat apologetic and, after thinking it over, spoke softly, "Jiang Mo, I don’t care how or from where you obtained this sword manual, but since you once possessed it, you have the right to practice it. So, if you ever..."
The woman paused, then continued, "If you find soone willing to practice this swordsmanship with you, just go ahead and practice. I will write down the moves I rember as well as the Qi Movent Skill."
"Alright, thank you for that."
Jiang Shouzhong nodded with a smile, admiring his wife’s open and generous nature.
After all, it was her mother’s sword manual, and not an ordinary one at that; it was quite remarkable for her to allow others to practice it generously.
Suddenly, Jiang Shouzhong had an idea.
Li Nanshuang, his superior, was highly skilled in cultivation. Although she used a saber, the principles between the weapons were largely the sa; maybe he could try asking her to practice it.
It was not about flying together side by side as a romantic couple, but simply about coordinating in swordplay. In the future, should they encounter a formidable foe while handling cases, it could be used as a trump card.
Jiang Shouzhong thought this approach was feasible.
He said to Ran Qingchen, "Qingchen, why don’t you write down the moves first, and I’ll go try with the boss."
No sooner had he spoken than the still softly smiling Ran Qingchen’s expression suddenly froze.
"No way!"
The woman imdiately refused.
Realizing she had overreacted, Ran Qingchen explained stiffly, "She practices saber techniques that don’t suit this."
Jiang Shouzhong hadn’t expected her to change her stance so suddenly. He rembered that the two won were at odds with each other and cursed himself for his stupidity, managing a smile as he said, "Then I won’t look for her. Just write them down, and I’ll find soone else."
But by now, Ran Qingchen had beco suspicious.
Who knew whether he would go to Li Nanshuang with the sword manual as soon as she had written down the moves.
Li Nanshuang, that girl, was already obsessed with martial arts and possessed extraordinary talent; if she saw such a formidable sword manual, she would undoubtedly try to practice it. If her mother’s painstakingly crafted sword manual beca a ans for them to cultivate their relationship, the re thought made Ran Qingchen uncomfortable.
Yet she had already promised the man, so she couldn’t lie now and say she had forgotten the content of the moves and was unable to write them down.
Not even a child would believe such a trick.
And she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
A trace of hesitation crossed Ran Qingchen’s pale face. Suddenly, she thought of a perfect way to make him give up, biting her lip and saying, "If you really want to practice, I’ll practice with you!"
"Huh?"
Jiang Shouzhong thought he might have misheard.
Ran Qingchen said expressionlessly, "First, you go and practice the individual moves from the beginning on your own. When you manage to learn them, co find ."
Ran Qingchen’s thinking was simple.
Jiang Shouzhong’s root bone talent had always been diocre, and such top-notch swordsmanship required exceptional talent; it was impossible for soone as dull as him to achieve any success.
So she would let him practice those few moves first; if he couldn’t learn them, he would naturally give up. In that case, Jiang Shouzhong would have no grounds to ask her for the female sword cultivator part of the swordsmanship.
Ran Qingchen silently applauded her own wit.
But what if Jiang Shouzhong managed to learn it?
The thought suddenly crossed Ran Qingchen’s mind.
However, she imdiately scoffed at herself, knowing that her mother’s swordsmanship required an understanding of Sword Intent and ntal state, which ordinary people could never master.
...
After leaving the study, Jiang Shouzhong was still annoyed at himself for misspeaking, leading the other party to refuse to write out the sword manual.
But his enthusiasm for the swordsmanship had cooled, since he already had plenty of trump cards up his sleeve. One more or less made no difference.
As he crossed the corridor, a figure suddenly flashed in front of him, blocking his path.
It was Yang Zhongyou.
The man had not left the Liushan Division and seed to be waiting there on purpose.
"I think I rember you now."
Yang Zhongyou, who had just been scolded harshly by Ran Qingchen, looked at Jiang Shouzhong with a calm expression, pointing to a spot in the corridor, "Weren’t you over there last ti when I accidentally made you vomit blood? Seed quite embarrassing."
Honestly, Jiang Shouzhong felt a bit of sympathy for the man in front of him.
He had no idea what he did to anger his wife.
Probably a work-related issue.
However, Jiang Shouzhong didn’t understand why the man was stopping him, so he casually explained, "Young Master Yang is mistaken, last ti I vomited blood because I was feeling unwell, it had nothing to do with Young Master Yang."
Yang Zhongyou was taken aback for a mont, then smiled, "Not bad, you know how to read the room."
Yang Zhongyou cast a glance at Ran Qingchen’s study room and said indifferently, "Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you. Last ti was an accident. However, I want to remind you that if what happened in the study just now gets out, and other people find out, then you will continue to feel unwell – and it won’t just be vomiting a little blood, understand?"
Although the man’s tone was casual, the threat was very serious.
Jiang Shouzhong’s eyes instantly grew cold.
Crazy.
He got scolded for not doing his job well and now he’s taking it out on ?
Yang Zhongyou patted Jiang Shouzhong’s shoulder gently, speaking in a mild tone, "If you want to get ahead in the Liushan Division or keep your job, knowing to observe is one thing, learning to keep your mouth shut is just as important. I hope you won’t disappoint ."
Yang Zhongyou smiled, then added, "I’ll give you a kind word of advice, sotis a misfortune could be an opportunity for you, whether you can seize it or not is up to you. At least for now, I’m quite optimistic about your prospects."
"It’s Young Master Yang, right?"
Jiang Shouzhong, already in a less than pleasant mood, stared coldly at him, "Don’t you think you’re not only asking to be scolded, but also asking for a beating? Let ask you sothing, have you ever seen a fist as big as a clay pot?"
"What?"
Yang Zhongyou’s face showed confusion.
The next second, a fist slamd heavily into his stomach.
Pugh!
Yang Zhongyou spat out blood.
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