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But seeing Qin Wan'er’s expectant gaze, he gritted his teeth and carefully thought about how to write Yong Zi's initial moves.
He suddenly raised his long sword, seriously beginning to practice Yong Zi.
Side,
Pull,
Push,
Step,
Plan,
Sweep,
Peck,
Pierce.
He shifted from a casual demeanor to a serious one, as if he could truly master the sword technique. The red sword danced in the air like a galloping horse. Qin Feng's movements became increasingly fluid and faster. His already powerful body was not inferior to an ordinary Transforming Monster, making his swordplay even more fierce.
The sound of the sword slicing through the air echoed around him. At this moment, Qin Wan'er was completely mesmerized; her brother had not lied to her—he really could wield sword techniques, and he was incredibly skilled.
However, she failed to notice that the little fox in her arms was staring at the dancing long sword with a face full of fear. It had already sensed the terrifying Sha Qi; this was no ordinary long sword—it was pure Sha Qi.
Heavens, how could someone wield Sha Qi without being consumed by it? It was too frightening. Sha Qi could affect one's mental state; prolonged exposure could lead to madness.
But what she witnessed was astonishing: that powerful figure was using Sha Qi transformed into a long sword to practice sword techniques. No one would believe it if they heard it from a demon or monster.
The little fox realized it had underestimated Qin Feng's terror; it had truly latched onto a colossal leg to cling to for support.
After a long while, Qin Feng finally stopped, feeling a wave of refreshment wash over him, even the Black Snake within him quickening its circulation slightly.
He thought to himself that it seemed he would have to practice swordsmanship every day from now on, which wasn't a bad idea.
"Wow, Brother, you're amazing! I want to learn too!" Qin Wan'er exclaimed excitedly.
Qin Feng was taken aback for a moment, then smiled as he reached out to pat her on the head. "Alright, I'll teach you. Not only swordsmanship, but you also need to study and practice writing."
Qin Wan'er was momentarily stunned, looking at Qin Feng in disbelief. "Brother, didn't you say I couldn't touch your books?"
Qin Feng sighed. "That was in the past. I've changed my mind. From now on, my books will be your books."
Tears welled up in Qin Wan'er's eyes as a wave of happiness surged in her heart. She threw herself into Qin Feng's embrace. "Brother!"
The little fox was squeezed and bared its teeth but dared not make a sound. What if she angered Qin Feng and he decided to give her a taste of his sword?
After comforting Qin Wan'er for a while, Qin Feng finally started to eat.
After the meal, Qin Feng lay back in his chair with a book in hand, realizing that he had grown fond of this position.
Qin Wan'er was sitting at the stone table next to him, diligently writing characters. The little fox squatted on the table obediently.
The scene was beautiful, but there were always interruptions to such tranquility.
Knock, knock, knock! There came a sound of knocking at the door.
Qin Wan'er immediately stopped writing and looked up, her small face showing a hint of fear as she hurriedly stood behind Qin Feng. "Brother, someone is here!"
Qin Feng frowned slightly, a flash of darkness appearing in his eyes as he recognized the person outside the door. He was taken aback for a moment. How did he find me here?
He stood up and said, "Sister, don't be afraid. I'll open the door."
With that, he walked over to the door and opened it, looking at the two people standing outside with an indifferent expression. "Captain Xing? County Magistrate? Looking for your student again?"
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