Chapter 549: Chapter 357: The Three Types of Books in Qing Jun’s Eyes_2
Zhao Qian’er tilted her head, thinking the situation might be hard for the two n to imagine in all its intensity and bloodshed, and added:
“This big lug let out a scream, though I really don’t know why it was so loud since I had already split it in two. Yup, it fell to the ground and couldn’t get up again.”
“Hey, seriously, Brother Rong’er, Uncle Li Bai, you shouldn’t underestimate this big lug. It was a worthy opponent that helped refine my swordsmanship.”
Zhao Rong and Li Bai kept a straight face.
Who exactly was underestimating it?
Zhao Qian’er couldn’t help but sigh, then shook her head as if she were weary of the world.
“I had just entered the Vast Realm not long before, and I didn’t realize how powerful my sword was when using eighty percent of my strength. Now I have a better idea and I’m not as arrogant as the young lady says I was. A Sword Cultivator must be humble, like a sword that hides its edge. Hmm, so my sword could roughly equal a big lug like that one.”
Zhao Rong and Li Bai exchanged looks, at a loss for words to flatter her, so they both raised their hands, giving a thumbs-up.
It all went without saying.
The young girl curtly humd a couple of tis, gesturing downward with her hands, pretending to be shocked, a re basic operation.
Making such a fuss, it really was a bit embarrassing for the young girl…
Before long.
Li Bai was filled with emotion, “Heroine Qian’er’s divine skill is unparalleled; truly an undiscovered Sword Immortal Seed, destined to beco a top female Sword Immortal.”
Zhao Rong frowned, “Qian’er, with great power cos great responsibility. Seeing how formidable your swordsmanship and Astrology are… you must shoulder this heavy burden.”
Zhao Qian’er, who had been waiting for so praise, suddenly pulled a face.
“What? I have to shoulder a burden? Given my small size, can’t soone taller handle it? Hm, the young lady is taller and older than ; let her shoulder more of the burden.”
Zhao Rong’s face twitched, and he was left speechless.
Seeing him silent, Zhao Qian’er puffed up her cheeks and said, “Don’t disbelieve . The young lady is the real freak. Rember the Star Scripture I told you about that she got as one of her rewards from the Qingyun Platform competition?”
“Mhm, I rember.” Zhao Rong nodded curiously, “What about it?”
“After she took it back to Qinglian Pavilion, she just flipped through it once and comprehended it all, then she never looked at it again.”
“The young lady’s knowledge of Astrology is much better than mine. I reckon if you left her on so deserted island in the North Sea, she could observe the stars and find safe waterways to other continents, maybe even chart a few new routes.”
Zhao Rong took in a quiet breath, unsure of what to say.
He had no choice but to adhere to the first rule of dealing with a genius when counted as trash.
Zhao Rong nodded with an indifferent expression, looking like a husband who finds his wife’s achievents moderately impressive but still within his expectations.
She hadn’t embarrassed their family.
The husband was reassured.
Zhao Qian’er chuckled, having a thorough knowledge of the young lady’s affairs.
“What don’t I know about the young lady? From her daily habits and cultivation routine to whom she daydreams about, as her personal maid, I know it all like the back of my hand.”
The little maid, her skills in servitude perfected, said with pride, “For the young lady, there are only three types of books in this world.”
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrow, “What do you an?”
Zhao Qian’er drew out her words, keeping them guessing, “One kind, she tosses aside after flipping a page; another, she briefly flips through just once. As for the third kind…”
“Those are the books she quietly flips through over and over.”
She held up three fingers on her right hand, then lowered one, “The ones she flips through only once include almost all Cultivation Techniques, comprehending them entirely after just one read-through, grasping the essentials and the essence without looking back.”
She paused, then lowered another finger.
“The kind she discards after a page are those verbose books without Cultivation Skills— the kind cherished by Cultivators and Scholars alike. Once she sees what’s on the page, she tosses them away.”
Zhao Qian’er nodded, “So, you can tell what kind of books the young lady reads regularly, based on whether she discards them or not. Brother Rong’er, Uncle Li Bai, let tell you about another terrifying demon beast I encountered, even bigger and fiercer than the last.”
“Wait a second.” Zhao Rong lifted his hand to interrupt, curious, “You haven’t told us what the third kind is yet.”
A thought crossed his mind—hoping this line of questioning wouldn’t lead to an awkward situation with the young lady and Qian’er, especially with Qing Jun not around. If it did, future conversations could beco quite torturous.
He remained cautiously on guard.
Zhao Qian’er blinked and stole a glance at Brother Rong’er, remaining silent.
Zhao Rong frowned, “What’s the matter, can’t say? Ah, forget it, if it’s Qing Jun’s private business, then I won’t ask.”
Zhao Qian’er still didn’t speak, turning her face away and muttering:
“Dopey wood block, I think I ntioned it to you… it’s those love poems and letters you wrote to her that she’s bound into volus or tucked into books… she flips through them often. Whenever you catch her daydreaming, you can tell what’s on her mind. Both of you are such blockheads.”
Zhao Rong fell silent.
He turned his head northward, looking into the night.
He wondered what Qing Jun was doing right now. Even though Zhao Rong had only left recently, he already missed her.
And little Xiao Xiao.
A few days ago, he’d t with Lu Wan, who had inford him that Xiao Xiao had safely arrived and sent him a reassuring ssage, telling him not to worry, to focus on his studies at the Academy, and to settle down. She had promised that if she desperately missed him or needed him, she would write or co to find him…
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