If he didn't look carefully, he wouldn't even be able to tell that this was the swordsmanship he had taught him.
He nodded slightly and finished the sword dance, fearing that Chu Ting would tell her what happened.
To onlookers, this is a two-person sword dance. The woman is light and elegant, and the man is beautiful in style. One moment, he is like a roc spreading his wings, and another moment, he is like cherry blossoms dancing on the snow. It is unrestrained, romantic, and dreamlike.
But for the parties involved, this is just a competition, a serious fight.
Shen Mingzhu showed no mercy, and Chu Ting did not dare to be careless.
He still clearly remembered that Shen Mingzhu didn't know Kung Fu at all, or Xiao Xian was tricking him and Wan Qinghou into teaching her.
At first Wan Qinghou was honest and taught her, but now it seems that it was actually premeditated.
But he didn't. In addition, Xiao Wen also gave her two books and Ling Xuzi's awesome nose, but he didn't teach her either.
Looking back today, her kung fu is probably on par with mine.
If Shen Mingzhu is better than him, he doesn't want to admit it at all. At best, he is only half-assed.
It's just that when Shen Mingzhu performed this set of swordsmanship, both of them were on the top of the flower. No one stepped on the solid ground and could fall down at any time. The test was Qinggong, internal strength, endurance and mentality.
Chu Ting himself has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. He knows how much he weighs and how much he weighs. Then he uses himself to measure Shen Mingzhu, and he has an understanding of her.
He originally wanted to take advantage of the drunkenness to get drunk, but he didn't expect that Shen Mingzhu wouldn't give him a chance.
He gradually came to accept the truth and braced himself to deal with the moves carefully. If he failed, he would be disgraced and sent to his grandma's house.
He has no shame in coming to this world anymore.
There was a smile on Shen Mingzhu's lips, and she had long lost the seriousness and slight contempt she used to face Chu Ting.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of moves had been passed, but the two of them had no intention of stopping.
Marquis Wan Qing said with a smile: "Since you two are so elegant, let me play a song. When the song ends, you two will stop playing."
He had already ordered someone to fetch the piano, and he didn't need to tune it. He just ran his fingers across the strings and played a string of smooth notes.
The sound of killing flowed out without any preparation, adding even more momentum to the sword dance.
Suddenly, the piano was like the wind, the sword was like a rainbow, and the person wielding the sword was like the clouds in the sky, erratic and full of momentum.
Soon there was only the sound of the piano and the shadow of the sword, not even a human figure was seen, and the flowerbed was like a strong wind passing by, with the branches shaking wildly, but not a single flower or leaf was knocked down by human power.
This is the true master, who lifts his sword with ease, can control his own sword moves and affect others' offensive moves with ease, and has everything under control.
The song ended, the lingering sound lingered, and the two people in the flower garden had already taken their separate ways.
Shen Mingzhu's long dress floated, standing on an autumn hibiscus, while Chu Ting looked like a black falcon, with the toes of her right foot pointed on a blooming lion's head chrysanthemum.
They are like human beings and flowers united into one. Their bodies will sway gently with the rhythm of the dancing branches of flowers and wind, but the movement will become quieter, which makes them even more impressive. They move with the wind but remain still with the flowers.
After a moment, Wan Qinghou sighed: "That's enough."
He swept out a piece of wind from his palm, shaking the flowerbed as if it had been hit by a violent storm.
Shen Mingzhu smiled and said: "Why would Lord Hou be so ruthless?"
