System: I Can Open Martial Arts Chests-Chapter 106 - 86: Senior Brother and Sisters

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Chapter 106: Chapter 86: Senior Brother and Sisters

"Let’s talk it out!"

Chu Qing quickly pulled Gentle’s hand down, as long as you don’t smile!

Just thinking about that day when he had a brain fart and crazily thought he could teach Gentle to smile.

He wanted to slap himself twice.

Since that day, Gentle has inexplicably been obsessed with smiling... As a result, over this period, Chu Qing has occasionally been hit by her smile, his san value plummeting.

Chu Qing felt he was about to develop a stress response from her smile.

Even though Gentle, who never used to ask for much, suddenly asked to go to a restaurant, he didn’t hesitate at all:

"Go, we’ll go right away!!"

Just like that, Jiang Divine Saber, who was reliving old times, turned around and couldn’t hear any more noise from Chu Qing and Gentle.

"Huh? Where did they go?"

The restaurant was bustling, all kinds of people gathered, talking about martial world stories.

After entering, Gentle directly led Chu Qing to the second floor, and as soon as they went up, Chu Qing saw two familiar faces...

Of course, not too familiar, they’ve only met twice.

The first time was during the pursuit of the Iron Horse Seven Bandits.

The second time was when they were pretending to be servants at the Chu Family.

It was those two quirky sisters!

They also ran to Divine Blade City?

Now Divine Blade City is overrun with people; are they here to participate in the First Grade Conference?

Could it be that Gentle smelled them and wanted to see old friends?

All kinds of questions filled his heart, but Gentle didn’t even glance at the sisters and walked in another direction.

Over there, by the window, were two young men.

One sitting, one standing.

The one sitting was holding a wine pot, pouring wine, his brows furrowed, lost in thought.

He wore a cyan robe, his face angular and sharp, looking very competent.

The other wore a white robe, sword at his waist, hands behind his back, looking out the window at the bustling world.

His hair fluttered in the breeze, his robe flowing, as if standing apart from the world.

Chu Qing, somewhat bewildered, watched as Gentle approached the two.

The sitting man turned back in surprise, stunned for a moment.

Gentle spoke coldly:

"Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, long time no see."

Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother?

Chu Qing was startled for a moment; are these the other two disciples under Cui Bunu of the Angerless Divine Fist?

"Fourth Junior Sister?"

The sitting man still couldn’t quite believe it and called out, then smiled:

"It’s really you. How did you end up here?

"Where’s Third Junior Brother?"

As he spoke, he looked behind Gentle, naturally not seeing him, only spotting Chu Qing.

His gaze lingered on Chu Qing for a moment, pondering:

"Chu Qing?"

Upon hearing this, even the white-robed man at the window couldn’t help but turn around.

After taking a close look, he shook his head:

"No, that’s not right... this one’s too good-looking.

"Third Junior Brother’s brother isn’t this handsome."

"..."

Chu Qing didn’t even have time to be shocked at being exposed; he was infuriated by the words.

Is this something people say?

The seated young man shook his head:

"No, people grow up. Even if he wasn’t good-looking as a child, as he grows, his features could mature into something handsome.

"And, Senior Brother... it’s not appropriate to discuss someone’s looks in front of them."

"You’ve misunderstood."

Gentle shook her head:

"Third Senior Brother got injured, and Brother Chu Tian was worried about my eagerness to return home, so he asked his friend to escort me.

"This is Third Brother."

"See, I told you you recognized the wrong person."

The Senior Brother glanced at the Second Senior Brother, shaking his head slightly:

"When will your perception improve?"

"Third Brother?"

The Second Senior Brother looked at Chu Qing with a faint smile and nodded:

"Ah, so it’s Third Young Master. It seems I misunderstood, my apologies."

As he spoke, he cupped his hands slightly.

Chu Qing knew that this person had already recognized him but didn’t reveal it.

He returned the gesture with a cupped fist:

"So it’s the esteemed disciples of the Taiyi Sect, my apologies."

"I wouldn’t dare."

The Second Senior Brother extended his hand:

"Thank you, Third Young Master, for escorting our little Junior Sister. Please, have a seat."

Chu Qing then sat down with Gentle.

Gentle introduced, saying the Senior Brother was named Mo Duxing, and the Second Senior Brother was called Bian City.

Chu Qing found these two intriguing.

Their names and auras were both intriguing.

The Senior Brother had an outstanding aura, and his name was equally unique.

The Second Senior Brother, sitting there, didn’t seem particularly special, and his name seemed a bit casual.

What puzzled Chu Qing was that the Taiyi Sect’s secret techniques were in fists and kicks.

Why did this Mo Duxing have a sword at his waist?

Perhaps seeing the confusion in Chu Qing’s heart, Bian City smiled:

"Third Young Master might not know, but the Senior Brother’s name was given by the master.

"Our Taiyi Sect excels in fists and kicks, but the Senior Brother has a special love for sword techniques.

"But our Taiyi Sect really doesn’t have that heritage, so his sword technique is average, and his fists and kicks are weak.

"The master once said, if he went out alone, he’d surely get beaten to death.

"Hence the name... Mo Duxing.

"To remind him not to travel alone and to always go together with me in the future, never alone."

Mo Duxing glanced coldly at Bian City, huffed coldly:

"Second Junior Brother, you talk too much."

"Third Young Master is not an outsider and should understand our backgrounds."

Bian City laughed:

"So he doesn’t misunderstand you and me."

Chu Qing was momentarily unsure whether to believe these two.

With his great aura, this Senior Brother Mo Duxing didn’t seem like someone with average sword technique and weak fists and kicks... Standing there like a mountain, he wouldn’t be out of place being called a grandmaster.

He instinctively glanced at Gentle.