Martial Arrogance Dragon Soul-Chapter 249 - 238 Practice Swordsmanship

Gong Yanghe left after all.

Qin Qing watched him leave; he followed his family, getting into a beast-drawn carriage that soon disappeared from view.

Qin Qing couldn’t help but feel a bit reluctant when recalling his acquaintanceship with Gong Yanghe and the life-and-death experiences they shared in the Wind Spirit Valley Secret Realm.

However, Qin Qing also knew that Gong Yanghe’s departure at this time must have its reasons.

It was his family behind him that made him leave at this time.

"Competing for the Ancient Country?"

Qin Qing had long known that Gong Yanghe’s background was extraordinary.

But he hadn’t expected it to come from a family of an Ancient Country.

The Ancient Country is the real colossus on the Heavenly Mind Continent; each one has been an enormous force for a million years or even longer, with their influence spread across the entire continent and countless powerhouses.

Compared to these Ancient Countries, a small nation like Great Qian is but an outpost.

Gong Yanghe’s family must have realized that Qin Qing had fallen into a crisis.

So they didn’t wish for Gong Yanghe to be entangled in it as well, which was why they chose this time for him to leave.

In fact, Qin Qing also knew that if Gong Yanghe’s family wanted to intervene, neither the Great Qian Dynasty nor the Lu Clan would be able to lay a finger on him.

But Gong Yanghe’s family was not likely to interfere in such matters because of Qin Qing.

How many lofty figures would care about a beggar starving at a street corner?

It’s the same principle.

Whether it’s Gong Yanghe’s family, Liu Hongxue’s Spiritual Treasure Pavilion, or Jiang Ruorong’s Jiang Clan behind her.

Any of these powers could easily solve Qin Qing’s current predicament with the flick of a finger.

Even if the current difficulties seemed like insurmountable mountains to Qin Qing, they were mere trifles to them.

Not necessary at all!

After all, Qin Qing currently wasn’t worth the trouble for these powers to intervene and solve his problems.

Qin Qing didn’t have the qualifications!

Taking a deep breath, Qin Qing looked in the direction where Gong Yanghe had disappeared—that was the end of the Imperial City’s main road. Once outside the city gates, it meant that the two were separated by distances vast as mountains and rivers.

They might not meet again for years to come.

"Yo-yo..."

When Qin Qing turned around, a cry like that of an eagle came from the sky.

Qin Qing looked up and saw a snowy-white eagle gliding towards him with its wings spread wide.

In the blink of an eye, the eagle landed in front of Qin Qing, and Jiang Ruorong gracefully jumped down from it.

"Junior brother!"

Jiang Ruorong came over and took Qin Qing’s hand.

At this moment, Xiao Bai wriggled out from Qin Qing’s sleeve and flew onto Da Bai, the two spirit beasts frolicking together.

"Senior sister, what’s wrong?"

Qin Qing also took Jiang Ruorong’s delicate hand, noticing that her mood seemed a bit down. Had something happened?

"Let’s go. We’re heading back," Jiang Ruorong shook her head as if troubled by thoughts she hesitated to express.

Walking on the main road of the Imperial City, Xiao Bai and Da Bai followed behind them.

The setting sun cast their long shadows on the smooth slate of the road, like a mirror.

Such a beautiful scene made one wish to etch it into memory as the most eternal of times.

Because the relationship between Jiang Ruorong and Qin Qing had already crossed a threshold, their relation had become much closer now.

Upon returning to Autumn Water Villa, Qin Shuang burst out from inside.

"Brother, sister-in-law. You’re back!"

Originally, Qin Shuang had called Jiang Ruorong "Sister Ruorong," but now she had changed it to "sister-in-law."

"Little Shuang, I’ve said before, you should keep calling her ’Sister Ruorong’ just like before," Qin Qing said, his face slightly red with embarrassment at hearing Qin Shuang address her that way.

"No, I won’t. I’ll still call you sister-in-law. Why, don’t you like having Sister Ruorong as your wife?" Qin Shuang huffed.

Qin Qing was somewhat at a loss for words.

And Jiang Ruorong’s face turned crimson.

"Junior Brother, for the next few days, I’ll accompany you in practicing your movement technique!" Jiang Ruorong said.

There seemed to be a hint of melancholy in her voice.

Qin Qing seemed to realize something.

But he didn’t ask any further.

If Jiang Ruorong really had something she wanted to say, she would eventually tell Qin Qing; since she didn’t want to speak up, Qin Qing didn’t want to pressure her.

The relationship between two people is sometimes just like that, giving each other space to turn around, is the most comfortable way to get along.

Over the next two days.

Qin Qing and Jiang Ruorong practiced swordsmanship together, as well as their movement technique.

In the mountains behind the Great Qian Martial Institute, beneath the waterfall.

Qin Qing practiced the Sky-splitting Step Technique in the water while swinging the sword in his hand, chopping toward the waterfall ahead with each strike.

"Judgment Nine Swords!"

"First Sword, Shark Fishing."

It was as if a celestial being were fishing for sharks, the sword leaving no trace, using stillness to control motion, changeable and unpredictable.

Qin Qing carefully sensed the essence of the swordsmanship.

This swordsmanship was an Earth Level Martial Technique; fully comprehending it was extremely difficult, and Qin Qing had only grasped the third strike.

Actually, the first strike, Qin Qing felt, still had significant room for improvement.

Sometimes, reaching Great Achievement or even Perfection didn’t mean a true full understanding.

It’s as if knowing the simplest algorithm, one plus one equals two, doesn’t mean truly mastering why one plus one equals two.

"For this strike, if you increase the angle of the thrust by three inches upwards, the effect will be entirely different..."

Qin Qing thought deeply.

Suddenly, splash—

A figure beside him jumped into the water.

It was Jiang Ruorong.

"Junior Brother, watch the sword!"

Jiang Ruorong thrust her sword from behind.

Qin Qing smiled wryly, turned around, and met Jiang Ruorong’s sword with his own.

The two twirled with their swords in the water.

A quarter of an hour later, the sword in Jiang Ruorong’s hand fell into the water.

"Senior Sister, you lost," Qin Qing said with a smile.

"Junior Brother, your swordsmanship has improved again. Last time, I could still last a quarter and a half, but now I can barely manage a quarter of an hour."

Jiang Ruorong looked at Qin Qing, and Qin Qing also looked at Jiang Ruorong, their eyes meeting.

Jiang Ruorong, with her silver hair washed by the water, lay wet upon her shoulders.

Her plain dress was also soaked, revealing her snow-white skin and her curvaceous figure, her exquisitely beautiful features, coupled with the skin where the water droplets were still sliding down, at this moment were all so captivating.

An ambiguous atmosphere began to circulate between the two.

Suddenly, Jiang Ruorong swam towards Qin Qing, and she embraced him.

And Qin Qing, too, embraced Jiang Ruorong.

The two clung to each other tightly, their bodies closely pressed against one another, and then they kissed passionately.

The early spring pond water was still somewhat chilly, but at the moment, both of them could feel each other’s warmth, the heat in their hearts, and their hot bodies.

"Junior Brother... take me," Jiang Ruorong whispered softly like an orchid, her whole being as if she were melting into a puddle, dissolving on Qin Qing’s body, merging into this pond of water...