"That is not the future I expected." Chu Qing rejected this vision, "I want to always protect my friends in Jinmen."
"The ladies in the palace will stay together forever?"
"I, no, Mr. Shigonghu, you can't mention Gongyue again. What we are talking about now is my wife. You hope that I will go out to work, but my wife may need me to serve her more. Who will manage the pipelines in Jinmen? Harvest Who will organize the manpower during the season? Who will maintain the precious motorcycles? Only I, Chu Qing, take the lead. In a sense, this is also a battle!" Chu Qing argued with a rosy face.
"But none of them are reasons for you to improve your swordsmanship." Shi Gonghu pointed out, "There is no shame in facing your heart. No one knows what you are capable of. I believe you can shock them one day."
I wish that day would come sooner! Chu Qing grabbed the strap of the breech gun and trotted behind the swordsman. He was so happy that he looked up at the gray hair of Shi Gonghu and felt grateful to this man from the bottom of his heart. Since he traveled back to the world of female lords, his swordsmanship has almost improved. Forgotten, this man taught him to try swordsmanship again, how to assume the proper stance when facing a fight, how to make simple and deadly cuts, use the strong blade close to the sword grid to parry, and use the tip of the sword to deflect the opponent's blows. Strength, when he mastered the basics of sword fighting, Shi Gonghu taught him the "Eight Snow Blade Styles" he had learned all his life. With such sword skills, Ba Dao She was not afraid.
The young man wanted to worship him as his master, because he taught him too many survival skills, but Shi Gonghu refused to treat him as master and disciple because he knew that Chu Qing's strength far exceeded him.
We hit it off. The swordsman once expressed his love for Chu Qing: You live in a noble family, but you are not domineering. You are humble and polite, and your words and deeds are upright. Looking at you, it seems that you are a reflection of his own past. If you don't have any selfish intentions...
"Is there any reason to fight in this world?"
Chu Qing thought sadly that this was Shigonghu's only request to him. He knew that the swordsman had traveled throughout the continent and the southern countries, and had met countless families and legendary warriors. He had also fallen in love with a man when he was young. She was a woman of noble birth, but all kinds of clues were not enough to explain why this person was finally willing to work as a handyman in Jinmen, a subordinate company of Jinmen.
Asking me to judge on his behalf whether the world still knows how to fight for it, doesn't that prove that he did not find it in the end...
"Chu Qing!" Shi Gonghu called out, interrupting the young man's thoughts. He was seen squatting on the ground, as if he had found a trace.
"Footprints?" The young man measured the traces left on the soil with his fingers. They seemed to be the size of a child or a woman. The Shigonghu pulled out his long sword, told Chu Qing to be silent, and quietly groped along the traces.
There was a woman sitting under an oak tree in a rag-like long skirt with some dirt on her shirt. Chu Qing recognized the egg-shaped face, and the carefully combed double ponytails were still full of life on both sides of the hair. Shigonghu put away his sword and stepped forward to wake up the maid in Jinmen.
"Sister Cinderella, why did you fall here? What happened!" Chu Qing quickly stepped forward to help.
"I'm saved, I'm saved, ah!" The maid slapped her cheek to confirm that she was not dead, "Xiaoyi, I didn't expect to see you again!"
"What's going on?"
"Ah... I came to the forest to observe bees. I will collect honey after a while. I was thinking that spring is still a little early. When I was about to go back, I found that I got lost. Please don't be angry. I just get lost for no reason."