After Jimo Wu’s death, the Jimo swordsmanship was practically lost to the world. Although the Lu family’s son had secretly learned the sword manual for a while, he only managed to familiarise himself with the 1st attack pattern. It could be seen that such a peerless sword technique was not something an ordinary person would be capable of studying and mastering.
Either way, Lin Feilu didn’t have that sort of ability either.
She looked at Song Jinglan eagerly.
He had just finished practising his own sword skills, so there was still a light layer of sweat on his forehead. When he noticed her eager gaze, he smiled helplessly before taking the sword manual and agreed, “Okay, I will teach you after I learn it.”
But Lin Feilu wasn’t having it, “How long am I going to wait for you to learn? Teach me while you’re learning it, too!”
And with that, Song Jinglan’s already busy life was cramped with one more activity: swordsmanship teaching and learning.
Sometimes, when he got tired of reviewing the official memorials, he picked up the sword manual and gave it a skim as he took a break. Although there were different types of swordsmanship in the world, they all hailed from the same core principles. Since his martial arts attainments were very high, he could even practise said skills in his sea of consciousness.
Hence, Lin Feilu was astounded with his progress as she wondered why does this person always figure out something new every time he comes out of the Lin An Palace?
Was he reviewing the governmental memorials in there, or was he practicing swordsmanship secretly?
Every time he learned a new move, he taught it to her. Lin Feilu learned every attack pattern with fervour so that he would not lose when it came to physical strength in the future. After all, back then, she did not expect that her martial talents would have any contribution to her normal life.
Song Jinglan, who was researching and deciphering the martial style, had already learned the 17th move whereas Lin Feilu was still struggling with the 7th move.
As a result, the martial prowess gap between the duo had been greatly stretched.
Hence, Lin Feilu was very angry!
Ever since they got married, her temper had become even more spoiled by him, which led to an amazing burst of talent and natural aptitude when it came to acting coquettishly. From an A-grade green tea to the epitome of the finest green tea, the transition had been very smooth for her.
Song Jinglan had just finished instructing her a set of new moves when he saw the girl in front of her sit on the ground and didn’t get up, “I won’t learn it! You are cheating!”
He walked over with his sword in hand and half-squatted in front of her. With the tip of his sword pointing down on the ground, he asked with a smile, “When have I cheated?”
She turned her head away and said angrily, “You learned towards the end already, so you can practically tell what move I’m going to use! I can’t even counter your strikes at all!”
Song Jinglan sighed and deliberately made a puzzled expression, “Then what should I do?”
Lin Feilu put her hands on her hips, “You are not allowed to learn any more until I catch up with your progress!”
He smiled and stretched out his hand, “Okay, then shall we continue?”
She snorted and said in a muffled voice, “No, I can’t beat you anyway, so I don’t want to humiliate myself.”
After Jimo Wu’s death, the Jimo swordsmanship was practically lost to the world. Although the Lu family’s son had secretly learned the sword manual for a while, he only managed to familiarise himself with the 1st attack pattern. It could be seen that such a peerless sword technique was not something an ordinary person would be capable of studying and mastering.
Either way, Lin Feilu didn’t have that sort of ability either.
She looked at Song Jinglan eagerly.
He had just finished practising his own sword skills, so there was still a light layer of sweat on his forehead. When he noticed her eager gaze, he smiled helplessly before taking the sword manual and agreed, “Okay, I will teach you after I learn it.”
But Lin Feilu wasn’t having it, “How long am I going to wait for you to learn? Teach me while you’re learning it, too!”
And with that, Song Jinglan’s already busy life was cramped with one more activity: swordsmanship teaching and learning.
Sometimes, when he got tired of reviewing the official memorials, he picked up the sword manual and gave it a skim as he took a break. Although there were different types of swordsmanship in the world, they all hailed from the same core principles. Since his martial arts attainments were very high, he could even practise said skills in his sea of consciousness.
Hence, Lin Feilu was astounded with his progress as she wondered why does this person always figure out something new every time he comes out of the Lin An Palace?
Was he reviewing the governmental memorials in there, or was he practicing swordsmanship secretly?
Every time he learned a new move, he taught it to her. Lin Feilu learned every attack pattern with fervour so that he would not lose when it came to physical strength in the future. After all, back then, she did not expect that her martial talents would have any contribution to her normal life.
Song Jinglan, who was researching and deciphering the martial style, had already learned the 17th move whereas Lin Feilu was still struggling with the 7th move.
As a result, the martial prowess gap between the duo had been greatly stretched.
Hence, Lin Feilu was very angry!
Ever since they got married, her temper had become even more spoiled by him, which led to an amazing burst of talent and natural aptitude when it came to acting coquettishly. From an A-grade green tea to the epitome of the finest green tea, the transition had been very smooth for her.
Song Jinglan had just finished instructing her a set of new moves when he saw the girl in front of her sit on the ground and didn’t get up, “I won’t learn it! You are cheating!”
He walked over with his sword in hand and half-squatted in front of her. With the tip of his sword pointing down on the ground, he asked with a smile, “When have I cheated?”
She turned her head away and said angrily, “You learned towards the end already, so you can practically tell what move I’m going to use! I can’t even counter your strikes at all!”
Song Jinglan sighed and deliberately made a puzzled expression, “Then what should I do?”
Lin Feilu put her hands on her hips, “You are not allowed to learn any more until I catch up with your progress!”
He smiled and stretched out his hand, “Okay, then shall we continue?”
She snorted and said in a muffled voice, “No, I can’t beat you anyway, so I don’t want to humiliate myself.”
