This was the first ti Su Xingyu admired a swordsmanship duel up close.
She couldn’t understand the techniques or intricacies involved, only knowing that the two in the arena were so pleasing to the eye, each move seemingly imbued with so peculiar rhythm, akin to a beautiful dance.
Around the clearing, many people also in white swordsmanship attire sat quietly, serene and focused.
Unconsciously, Su Xingyu raised her cara; this match was too captivating to look away from, drawing her to photograph it. At this mont, she had long forgotten her earlier argunt with Ouyang Yi, ignoring rules and prohibitions. For now, it was imperative to capture all the beautiful scenes.
Her hand was steady, pressing the shutter repeatedly, capturing each shot perfectly.
Ouyang Yi moved like a giant white eagle, advancing and retreating, and amidst the sword light and shadows, he glanced at her, a smile suddenly appearing on his handso face, dimming the world.
"Watch closely!" he suddenly shouted, no longer entangled with his opponent. With a flick of his wrist, the slender sword like autumn water glead with chilly light, moving almost too fast to see, forcing his opponent to retreat repeatedly, from the center of the clearing into a corner blooming with violet flowers.
The violet flowers were in full bloom in the height of sumr.
The opponent clumsily defended, staggering among the flowers.
Ouyang Yi’s long sword transford into a stream of light, sealing off all escape routes for the opponent. The slender blade swept through the flowers, and in an instant, ti seed to slow, the blade slicing through petals with a slight chill, causing large clusters of violet flowers to shatter in the cold, petals bursting forth like a celestial maiden scattering flowers.
Amidst the fragnted flowers, Ouyang Yi stood steadily, his white robe like snow, the long sword in his hand angled downwards, pointing directly at the opponent’s throat!
While his opponent lay in a patch of flower debris, their long sword having flown several ters away, leaving them powerless to retaliate.
Through the viewfinder of her cara, Su Xingyu watched this scene, her heart pounding.
She forgot to breathe, forgot everything, as if the entire world consisted only of those scattered flowers in her lens, ti stood still, and the years froze.
After an indeterminate ti, she put down the cara and heard thunderous applause. It was the white-clad swordsn sitting around the clearing applauding, paying the highest tribute to Ouyang Yi’s breathtaking swordsmanship.
With graceful gestures, Ouyang Yi sheathed his sword and reached out to the person he had defeated, offering them a hand up.
The opponent took his hand to stand up and cupped their fist: "Mr. Ouyang, your swordsmanship is extraordinary. I wholeheartedly accept my defeat."
Ouyang Yi smiled slightly: "You’ve done quite well yourself."
The opponent self-deprecatingly said, "Yes, it’s said that anyone who can last more than thirty moves against Mr. Ouyang is considered quite good. It seems I’ve barely done that. However, that is not my goal—" as the opponent spoke, their gaze suddenly beca resolute, staring straight at Ouyang Yi, saying earnestly, "One day, I will defeat you."
"I look forward to it." Ouyang Yi still smiled.
He turned and walked towards the edge of the arena, placing his sword back into its scabbard and handing it to a middle-aged man in a hemp robe: "I’m sorry for damaging your flowers, Mr. Ge."
The man nad Mr. Ge chuckled: "If you have flowers to break, break them while you may. It is an honor for our establishnt to receive your instruction. What are a few flowers in comparison?"
Ouyang Yi exchanged a few humble words, bid farewell to Mr. Ge, and walked along the edge of the clearing towards Su Xingyu.
Su Xingyu stood at the edge, looking up at him: "I didn’t expect your swordsmanship to be this good."
Ouyang Yi returned to his usual lazy and sowhat flippant deanor, smiling as he looked at her: "Do you admire , fall in love with ?"
Her response was Su Xingyu’s indifferent face.
She lowered her head, turning on the screen of her cara, browsing through the photos she had just snapped.
Ouyang Yi leaned in to look with her, crowded next to her petite figure despite his height of nearly 1.9 ters, seemingly unconcerned with the effort it took.
"This one looks good.
"This one is nice too...
"I look very handso from this angle.
"Xingyu, your candid photography skills are impressive. Capturing the essence of a master like so charmingly, it will undoubtedly woo a large number of girls."
Su Xingyu finally couldn’t take his noise anymore and shut off the cara screen with a snap: "I’ll go ho and select the photos before sending them to you. Yes, yes, you are the most handso, satisfied now?"
Ouyang Yi looked at her, an innocent smile on his face: "Su Xingyu, little beauty, you’ve used and are now casting aside, that really breaks my heart. Why go ho in broad daylight? Since I helped you such a big favor, why not accompany for a al, have so tea, and give so proper thanks?"
"Who was it that said to wait for him, only to stand up?"
Ouyang Yi blinked innocently, then laughed: "Did you really think capturing that set of photos was purely accidental?"
"...What do you an?" Su Xingyu suddenly sensed sothing amiss.
Ouyang Yi’s tall figure leaned casually against a cluster of bamboos by the low wall, posing alluringly: "Su Xingyu, little beauty, didn’t you notice? It wasn’t that I intentionally stood you up. In fact, when you texted to reject photographing in the Martial Hall, I started making arrangents, moving the arena to this outdoor clearing, a public area that doesn’t require any mbership to view. When I ca looking for you and chatted all that nonsense, including making you wait... it was all to buy ti."
Ti to prepare the new venue so she could walk along the path alone.
Su Xingyu suddenly realized: "You..."
But she could only say the word "you" and nothing more.
Her heart was filled with mixed emotions. Although Ouyang Yi could be slightly frivolous at tis, he was thoughtful and considerate ever since they t, ensuring there were no loose ends even when helping others. She sighed and said, "Thank you."
"What are you thanking for?" Dappled sunlight shone through the bamboo forest into his eyes, sparkling as he regained his joy, flashing a bright smile, "Is everything fine now? The Martial Hall regularly holds events in this clearing to attract public attention. Moving the competition venue here doesn’t violate any rules, and your photos are genuine candids, not staged. This set of photos can definitely enter the finals without issue, and this supermodel of mine looking so dashing will surely help you win first place!"
Su Xingyu nodded this ti: "Yes, this set of photos has a high chance of winning."
Indeed, the timing, location, and people all ca together perfectly.
Not only was Ouyang Yi’s swordsmanship exceptional, but his physique and looks were perfect. More importantly, his performance in front of the cara was astonishing, deserving of being the world’s most expensive male model. With his level of skill, participating in a small regional street photography contest was like a giant crocodile entering a school of small fish—completely overwhelming.
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