Chapter 174: Volu 4 Hua ng’s Sudden Rift Chapter 31 Conference (Part 3)
"Junior Sister, do you still rember when Senior Brother used to accompany you to practice swordsmanship as a child?" Du Minxing suddenly spoke in a soft voice. He didn’t draw his weapon, nor did he pose in any stance, but just stood quietly opposite her, smiling as if he was not there to compete, but rely to chat with her.
Xuanji couldn’t help but recall those tender, hazy mories from her childhood. Back then, her father was furious with her lack of ambition, and her mother and father were too busy instructing Linglong to bother with her; only Senior Brother would co to spar with her. No matter how many tis her sword fell from her hand or how she shirked her training, Du Minxing always smiled, never got angry, and spoke with soothing words.
Honestly, his gentle deanor hardly made him a good ntor, for when she went to Little Yang Peak, she knew nothing and had to start from scratch. But he was the only warm hue in the colorless palette of her childhood. No one took her, Chu Xuanji, seriously, not even her parents, who only had eyes for Linglong. He was the one who made her realize that the existence of Chu Xuanji could also be significant.
Thinking this, Xuanji felt a surge of warmth in her heart, set down the Bengyu, and softly said, "I will never forget it, Senior Brother. You have always been so kind to ."
Du Minxing whispered, "I haven’t really been all that great to you; I am also a very selfish person. I neglected you for my own cultivation. Now that you have finally excelled and stand on the sa arena with , Senior Brother feels both comforted and regretful."
Xuanji murmured, "Senior Brother... I’ve been thinking about you. Why have you been ignoring
lately?"
Du Minxing gave a wry smile and did not answer. Beside them, Daoist Jiang said sternly, "The competition has already started, no more talking!"
Du Minxing drew his sword, bowed and said, "Junior Sister, let’s begin." No sooner had he spoken than his swordplay shifted, and his blade was already thrust towards her face. This was the first move of the Yao Hua Swordsmanship, plain and ordinary. Xuanji blocked it effortlessly, instinctively countering with the second move, aiming her sword tip at his shoulder. Du Minxing turned, his robe fluttering, and lightly thrust his sword tip towards her wrist—the third move.
Compared to the intense competitions on the other three arenas, Xuanji’s match seed just a mild exchange of sword moves, practicing the entire set of Yao Hua Swordsmanship from beginning to end, then reversing from end to beginning. Daoist Jiang had never seen such a competition, fought as if it hadn’t been fought, yet they were indeed exchanging moves. He sighed quietly, wondering what these two children were truly thinking, turning the Flower Pinning Conference into sothing else.
When the Yao Hua Swordsmanship reached its third round, Du Minxing suddenly said in a stern voice, "Be careful!" His sword moves abruptly changed, swishing like a snake, suddenly becoming sharp and direct, targeting Xuanji’s vital points. With a swordplay devoid of killing intent, he was testing her strength! Xuanji tiptoed back a few steps, not intending to clash directly, but his sword moves kept pressing, clearly signaling that he would not stop if she did not strike.
She got so entangled that she had to raise the Bengyu, feinting a chop before jumping back. But his sword moves advanced instead of retreating, and Xuanji was slow to dodge. With a ripping "tzila," her sleeve was slashed open, revealing most of her pale arm. Both were montarily stunned, only to hear a huge uproar from the wooden building around them, with Linglong’s crisp voice shouting the loudest, "Cheating, cheating! Senior Brother, how could you tear soone’s clothes?!"
Du Minxing’s face flushed, and he sheathed his sword, saying, "Junior Sister, I didn’t do it on purpose. Are you alright?"
Xuanji shook her head, tied her torn sleeve back up, and laughed, "It’s alright, let’s continue."
Daoist Jiang had already been sufficiently annoyed by them, and imdiately shouted loudly, "You two, pay attention! This is the Flower Pinning Conference, not your own Martial Arts Arena! No need for such a fuss!"
With that said, they had no choice but to gather their spirits and start over. In terms of Swordsmanship, the two Xuanjis were no match for Du Minxing. He had clearly let them win earlier, but now using his true skills, Xuanji could only defend herself. She couldn’t possibly use her skills for handling enemies against Du Minxing. Seeing him steadily advancing, she had already retreated to the edge of the platform, with nowhere to go. Hesitating whether to admit defeat, she suddenly saw a flash of cold light before her eyes as his sword unrcifully slashed across her neck.
If she didn’t defend herself, her life would be at risk; if she dodged... her only option was to jump off the platform. In that split-second decision, she decided to let him win by jumping backward off the stone pillar. Unexpectedly, the Bengyu in her hand began to tremble violently and emitted a clear, inspiring sound, as if encouraging her.
Already feeling the coldness of the sword blade under her chin, Xuanji instinctively raised her hand to parry. With a "crack
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