Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 227 - 139 Seeking but Not Getting, Getting but Not Wanting_2

Chapter 227: Chapter 139 Seeking but Not Getting, Getting but Not Wanting_2

Yan Changqing pointed to the pond and said to Jiang Shouzhong, "Jump in."

This time, Jiang Shouzhong didn’t hesitate, thinking that the other party was going to teach him some underwater cultivation techniques. With the principle of doing whatever his master said, he jumped into the pond that was about two meters deep.

The icy pond water made the man shiver as he stuck his head out and asked, "Master, what next?"

"Kid, you are now a fish..."

"What?"

Jiang Shouzhong had question marks all over his head.

Yan Changqing turned to Jiang Yi and said, "Try fishing, see if you can pull him up."

Jiang Yi rolled her eyes, tossed the fishing rod at him, "If you want to play, play by yourself. I’m not interested in playing with your disciple." With that, she stood up and returned to the cabin, leaving Chun Yu and the other three girls behind.

Yan Changqing, holding the fishing rod, turned to Er Liang on the kitchen threshold, who was anxiously watching her own master, and said with a smile, "Little girl, do you want to fish?"

Er Liang shook her head frantically, then glared at him angrily, "The master is not a fish!"

Yan Changqing laughed, then asked Chun Yu and the other girls, "What about you, who wants to fish?"

The four girls looked at each other. In the end, it was the more impulsive Dong Xue who volunteered, "I’ll do it, I’ll do it."

Chun Yu couldn’t stop her.

Dong Xue took the fishing rod with excitement, "Senior Yan, what’s the method? Should I swing him up in the air, or stir him in the water a few times? I’m quite good at fishing. But won’t the hook hurt him? Should we have Jiang Mo put on a golden-lined robe?"

"Master, is this fun?"

Jiang Shouzhong’s face darkened.

Yan Changqing raised his hand, and the Spirit Water Sword, which Qingchen had given to Jiang Shouzhong earlier, traced a white arc through the air, flew over, and appeared in his hand.

Yan Changqing flourished the sword playfully.

The Spirit Water Sword hummed lightly, its blade flowing like water.

"What a fine sword!"

Yan Changqing exclaimed in admiration, then smiled at Jiang Shouzhong, "Watch closely, kid, I’ll teach you a sword technique."

After speaking, the flexible blade suddenly became taut.

Yan Changqing moved the sword very slowly, apparently unconcerned about others learning by watching, as the flow of Qi and the trailing image of the sword’s light were clearly displayed.

With the aid of the Taoist River Map, Jiang Shouzhong memorized it in one glance, and the Xuan Qi in his body’s acupoints began to circulate on its own, causing slight ripples and tiny whirlpools to appear in the pond.

The sword technique, broken down, consisted of only three moves and was very simple.

After the demonstration, Yan Changqing tossed the Spirit Water Sword to Jiang Shouzhong, smiling and saying, "Sink to the bottom of the pond and practice this move. You’re not allowed to come up for air or to surface in the middle. Remember, you must hold the sword tightly in your hand."

"Simple."

Jiang Shouzhong took the Spirit Water Sword and sank into the water.

When the Spirit Water Sword encountered water, its blade instantly became even more transparent, clear and luminous, blending with the surrounding water.

Holding his breath, Jiang Shouzhong stood on the pond bottom and began to swing the sword according to the technique he had memorized.

As the Qi circulated from his acupoints, the water around him started to swirl involuntarily, forming a large vortex.

Yan Changqing said to Dong Xue with a smile, "Throw in the fishhook and start fishing. Little girl, just use force confidently, play however you like. Don’t worry, it won’t hurt him."

"Alright."

Dong Xue smiled broadly and cast the fishhook toward where Jiang Shouzhong was.

However, the girl was still afraid of hurting the man, so she aimed to drop the fishhook close to him, hoping to hook onto his trousers and pull him up... If by chance she happened to fish away his trousers in the process, all the better.

But as soon as the fishhook hit the water, it was sucked away by a powerful force.

The next instant, the fishhook was entangled with the Spirit Water Sword.

Dong Xue felt a tug on her arm and pulled instinctively. Jiang Shouzhong, who was in the middle of performing the sword technique, hadn’t reacted yet when the Spirit Water Sword slipped out of his hand and was yanked out of the water by the girl.

Yan Changqing reached out and collected the Spirit Water Sword.

Jiang Shouzhong surfaced, glaring at the girl, "What are you doing!?"

Dong Xue initially smiled sheepishly, but then remembering that she was "acting under orders," she put her hands on her hips, puffed out her chest which was smaller than Chun Yu’s but larger than Xia He’s, and said proudly, "Senior Yan told me to fish, why are you getting angry at me?"

Jiang Shouzhong looked at Yan Changqing and saw that the normally gentle man now had a stern face, which made him uneasy.

"I told you to hold the sword firmly, are you deaf?"

Yan Changqing threw the long sword over, saying coldly, "Again!"

Jiang Shouzhong gripped the Spirit Water Sword tightly, took a deep breath, and plunged to the pond’s bottom.

Dong Xue cast the fishhook once more.

Like before, as soon as the fishhook hit the water, it automatically clung and wound itself around the Spirit Water Sword.

The girl exerted force and lifted.

This time, Jiang Shouzhong held onto the Spirit Water Sword firmly, but his entire body was pulled out of the water like a silver fish yanked from a pond. It was only thanks to his quick reaction and his ability to steady himself that he didn’t fall flat on his face on the ground.

"Again!"

Yan Changqing’s face looked unpleasant.

Jiang Shouzhong bit his teeth and continued jumping into the pond.

Splash!

The man was fished out again.

Without needing Yan Changqing to remind him, Jiang Shouzhong continued to jump into the pond.

Once, twice, three times...

Each time Jiang Shouzhong executed a sword move, the Spirit Water Sword would cause a vortex in the pond, attracting the fishhook, leaving him unable to fully perform the sword move, and he also swallowed quite a bit of water.

In the end, Dong Xue even felt embarrassed, considering letting out the water, but after glancing at Yan Changqing, she didn’t dare to feel pity for her brother-in-law.

"Stupidity and cleverness are only a line apart, huh."

Yan Changqing shook his head, too lazy to watch anymore, and seeing Zhang Que’er still kneeling on the ground, he walked over with a smile and asked, "Girl, let me ask you a question, what do you want to learn swordsmanship for?"

Zhang Que’er, who was in pain from kneeling, didn’t hesitate to say, "I want to kill all the evildoers in the world!"

Yan Changqing uttered an "oh" and said regretfully, "Then, my swordsmanship is indeed not suitable for you. My swordsmanship is called ’fearing death and clinging to life,’ used for self-preservation. You’d better seek another master."

Having said that, he turned and walked away.

Zhang Que’er was stunned, staring at Yan Changqing’s retreating figure and said loudly, "Self-preservation or killing depends on the person, not the swordsmanship. Swordsmanship is inert, people are living!"

Yan Changqing paused in his steps, laughed, and said, "But swordsmanship is created by people, huh? Swordsmanship created by those who enjoy killing is naturally meant for killing, while swordsmanship created by those who prefer self-preservation is naturally for that purpose. Instead of apprenticing with me, you’d be better off seeking Ms. Jiang. Her armory has plenty of deadly martial techniques, enough for you to learn."

Zhang Que’er said, "I want to apprentice with you. Since you are known as the Sword Demon, you naturally know how to kill."

This time Yan Changqing was quite straightforward, "That’s true, but I don’t think highly of you."

Watching the man walk away, Zhang Que’er’s slender fingers clutched her dress tightly, her thin lips biting into blood.

Yan Changqing came to the kitchen and said to Er Liang, who was preparing to cook, with a smile, "Little girl, I’m a bit hungry, got anything to eat?"

Er Liang did not show a pleasant face to this "bad person" who "bullied" her master, keeping a stiff expression and ignoring him.

But in the end, her kind heart prevailed, and she handed him two pieces of osmanthus cake made by Jinxiu.

Yan Changqing ate the osmanthus cake, sizing up the small, dark, and thin girl, sitting on the threshold and said with a smile, "I saw you last time, sweeping snow alone with a big broom, your hands all chilblains, shivering from the cold, but still diligently cleaning Jiang Mo’s yard."

Er Liang, with two braids, turned her back to the world’s number one Sword Cultivator, showing an "I don’t want to deal with you" attitude.

Yan Changqing asked, "Girl, do you want to learn swordsmanship?"

"I don’t!"

Er Liang replied sharply.

Yan Changqing, feeling dejected, sighed.

Those who want to learn can’t, and those who can learn don’t want to... It’s mysterious how some things in the world are sought but not obtained, or obtained but not wanted.

Yan Changqing, still not reconciled, asked, "Really don’t want to? Little girl, don’t you want to fly in the sky with sword control? Don’t you want to vanquish all demons with a single sword strike? Don’t you want to be an envied female Sword Immortal? Don’t you want to..."

"Can practicing swordsmanship make the stir-fried dishes tastier? Make the cooked rice more fragrant? Can it make me as skilled as Jinxiu?"

Er Liang asked seriously.

Yan Changqing was stumped.

Stir-frying? More fragrant? And who is Jinxiu?

Seeing the girl’s disappointment due to his silence, Yan Changqing hastily went against his conscience and declared, "Of course, as long as the swordsmanship is well practiced, stir-frying and such will definitely be more fragrant."

"Really?"

Er Liang’s clear eyes brightened up.

Yan Changqing nodded vigorously, "It couldn’t be truer."

Er Liang asked again, "Are you very skilled in swordsmanship?"

The uncle, who usually only claimed a modest mastery of swordsmanship, unexpectedly showed a proud expression, "The number one swordsman in the world."

So Er Liang handed him a frying spatula, "Then show me how you stir-fry."

The little girl gave a look that said, "Although I haven’t been educated, don’t you dare deceive me."

The Sword Demon holding the spatula, looking at the iron wok in front of him, had his mouth twitching uncertainly.

What kind of situation is this!

He had to learn how to cook just to take on an apprentice?

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