Shaolin Temple.
"This Taiwei Cultivation Technique, you have only reached thirty percent proficiency."
"Daily cultivation for three hours, you certainly haven't truly adhered to it."
Ying Wuye, still in his blue attire, stood with hands behind his back, looking indifferently at the little girl before him, who only reached up to his knees. She seed about four or five years old, wearing a blue vigorous attire with hems adorned with silver bells shaped like Spring Bellflower. With every move, it jingled lightly.
Her black hair was tied into twin hanging tassels, and a short dagger was hidden at her waist.
A token of the old Sect Leader of One-Leaf Pavilion hung from her waist.
Caught slacking during cultivation, the little girl shyly lowered her head, staring at her toes while playing with her attire. She sneaked a glance at the indifferent scholar, and upon being noticed, quickly reverted her gaze, fingers fiddling with her attire, as the silver bells jingled.
Realizing she couldn't bluff her way through, she ran beside the scholar, tugging his attire, acting coy:
"Grandfather Ying loves Yue'er the most; surely you wouldn't be that harsh, right..."
Ying Wuye's eyes remained indifferent, unmoved, and he coldly said:
"Since your parents are reluctant to discipline you, I shall take charge."
"If you won't learn, I will teach."
"For all the cultivation neglected in the past, make it up here today."
The voice paused slightly, emphasizing:
"Until you reach The Fourth Barrier in cultivation, you shall not leave."
The little girl stood stunned, eyes brimming with tears, looking at Ying Wuye.
The scholar flicked his sleeves, coldly turned around, sat on the bamboo chair, leisurely flipping through pages. After reading two pages, seemingly recalling sothing, he indifferently stated: "During these days at Shaolin Temple, ditate and cultivate Qi, for three hours daily, fundantal Hidden Sword Technique of the Xue Family, one hour, draw swords six thousand tis."
"Huh?"
Ying Wuye calmly said:
"Your father had more howork back then."
"Go cultivate."
"Or should I assign more tasks?"
The scholar's eyes were filled with coldness and threat.
......
The Ancient Taoist returned from the Self Taoist Sect after debating with the new nineteen-year-old Supre, arrived at Shaolin Temple, but didn't find the little girl. He looked at Hong Luoyu who was hanging upside down from the tree and asked:
"Where has Yue'er gone?"
Hong Luoyu flipped up, with so leaves atop his head, thought for a bit and said:
"...Must've gone to find the one nad Ying."
"Wuye?"
"Hmm, now should be cultivating? After all, that Ying fellow is really petty, having spent much effort compiling the Taiyin Shaoyin martial arts from across two worlds and three Jianghu, taking five years to write that Taiwei Cultivation Technique."
"The little girl being so lazy, he naturally wouldn't like."
"Back then, Anfeng was tornted half to death by him, who cultivates like that, I reckon the little girl won't escape."
The Ancient Taoist sighed, bypassed Hong Luoyu, and stepped through the air towards the main peak of Shaolin Temple.
Before he even approached, he heard the scholar's indifferent voice steadily resound: "In this strike, focus is on controlling power, must unify inner strength throughout the body for a complete strike."
"If to break with the Heavenly Mountain Sword Dharma, then use the simplest Mountain Opening Style."
"To adapt and respond without change, to resolve without being broken..."
The Ancient Taoist instinctively restrained his own Qi chanism, thinking whether teaching children to dismantle sword techniques at such an early age was too soon. He then saw Ying Wuye standing with hands behind his back on top of the main peak, in his blue attire and jade crown, side profile indifferent and cold, right hand holding a sword, the sword edge pointed, demonstrating the world-class sword techniques.
Sword Qi and Sword Intent criss-crossed.
Left arm cradled, on the arm sat the little girl in blue attire and silver bells.
A layer of the world's strongest Inner Qi enveloped the little girl.
Not to ntion being hard by Sword Qi, even frost and dust could not land.
After several sword demonstrations, no sound was heard. Ying Wuye raised a brow, displeased, turned his head, only to see the little girl had already fallen asleep soti, forehead gently leaning against his shoulder, seed deeply asleep.
The scholar's sword gradually dispersed in his hand, he paused in silence, calmly muttered to himself:
"...Since she's tired, resting a bit isn't unreasonable."
Reaching out, gently tidied the little girl's hair at the temples, then pinched her cheek, watching the four-year-old furrow her brow in dreams, slightly shifting her head, letting out low nasal sounds, her left hand reached out and grasped his finger, Ying Wuye's lips slightly curled, then realizing sothing wrong with the Qi chanism, his actions slightly stiffened.
Slowly turned his head to see the smiling Ancient Taoist.
After a long silence, the smile on Ying Wuye's face slowly faded, expressionless, he brushed past the Ancient Taoist, spoke plainly: "...Today's cultivation, delay it for now."
......
Hong Luoyu watched from afar, sighed and said: "Exactly as expected."
"Isn't that fellow Ying too doting on her?"
For a mont, no one answered, Hong Luoyu mumbled again, pretended to worry:
"But I'm a bit concerned for little Yue when she grows up. If soone shows interest in her, intends to propose, who can pass Ying's hurdle?"
"I fear once asking, it'd be a sword killing without self."
As the voice fell, the air suddenly felt heavy.
Wu Changqing's beard stroking slightly paused, he raised his head, with a gentle smile and said:
"Luoyu, what did you say?"
Hong Luoyu felt he misspoke, yet unwilling to imdiately admit fault, coughed twice, chuckled dryly:
"I certainly spoke without thinking, but old dicine pot, little Yue must grow up eventually, can't always visit Shaolin Temple frequently, will encounter so rascal, be stolen away, one day will marry..."
Hong Luoyu's words trailed off, his cheek twitched a bit, an unexplainable fiery anger burned within him.
He suddenly felt when that rascal appears, he'd be very interested in tapping him a few tis on the forehead.
Hong Luoyu took a deep breath, pressed down that fiery anger. He rembered he was still arguing with Wu Changqing, how could he change stance like this? He then glanced at the monk on the bluestone closing his eyelids, pretended to be relaxed and said:
"Great monk, say a few words. Since you are a monk, shouldn't be like the old dicine pot."
On the bluestone, the chanting of scriptures stopped, the monk opened his eyes, pondered, and nodded:
"Since not planning to ordain, then marrying one day is inevitable."
"I, the humble monk, here, am not willing to interfere much."
Hong Luoyu's face showed a triumphant expression.
Ci's voice paused, then calmly said:
"However, as an elder, naturally tests need to be applied."
"Just need to contend with this humble monk for one incense stick without retreating, this humble monk can agree."
PS: The side story only has about seven to eight chapters, the word count won't be too much...
Mainly daily life, and character conclusions.
Arrangent — wedding/Tan Yurou's Jianghu travels/completion of regretful stories (Tuoba Baili, Weiming Sect, Qianshan Si)
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