Starry Sky Railway: The Slacking Sword Saint is Keeped by Fu Xuan

However, his young apprentice was so disturbing that Jingliu was extremely annoyed.

He only agreed to occasionally spend some time with me after I finally made a request…

For example, they only used wooden swords for sparring and competition.

Yan Qingqi was somewhat unwilling, as his strength had increased considerably since his master defeated him that day.

I don't think I'll lose as miserably as I did before when facing this person now.

It wasn't until he actually used his wooden sword to exchange blows with the languid woman reclining in the chair that he realized the vast gap between himself and a true top expert.

And so... the ambitious young man gradually calmed down, focusing on using the wooden sword to experience the swordsmanship that the Mirror Stream seemed to be subtly conveying to him.

...

The martial arts competition was originally intended for new recruits, to let them spar with the veterans, feel the fighting spirit of those who had actually been on the battlefield, and thus serve as a wake-up call.

However, as Jing Yuan said, showcasing the strength of the powerful figures in the Cloud Cavalry is also part of the program.

We need to give these people the motivation to work hard and strive for success.

Originally, Xiao Yanqing was more than enough, but in the previous battle, Yu Chen almost single-handedly cleansed all of Luofu for his wife, managing to eliminate most of the evil spirits.

Their past reputation was brought up again... Considering his master's interest in this martial arts competition, Jing Yuan decided to bring his brothers out for a spin as well...

"Hey~ Yanqing, it's been a few days since I've seen you... How are things going with Xingxuan?"

Yu Chen's words successfully made the spirited young man blush, and he laughed loudly without giving him any face.

The Sword Saint, with his quirky sense of humor, is as... as ever.

There's nothing I can say.

Chapter 269 Martial Arts Tournament

Yanqing was a little annoyed by the joke. This guy not only teased him, but he also laughed at him so loudly!

unhappy!

"Xingxuan and I are doing well, Mr. Yuchen, you don't need to worry about it." He coughed, cleared his throat, and his eyes sharpened slightly.

"Sir, I have recently been practicing swordsmanship with my grandmaster and have gained some insights. I wonder if I could ask you for some guidance later?"

“Hmm…” Yu Chen’s gaze slowly shifted to Jing Liu, who was standing quietly to the side.

"Heh, you're quite something, teaching Jingyuan and then immediately moving on to teaching his apprentice~"

"It wasn't me who taught him; he was the one who kept pestering me for advice."

She yawned slightly lazily, her rosy lips parted slightly, radiating a faint glow and exuding a touch of allure. Black silk blindfolds covered her eyes again, fluttering gently in the wind.

I don't know if she'll take it off to look at it later, or just to hear the sound.

"Well...that's understandable."

"So, is that alright? Is that alright? Mr. Yu Chen, is that alright?"

Yanqing quickly stepped forward, staring intently at Yuchen as she asked.

Yu Chen wrinkled his nose, stepped back slightly, and crouched down behind Xiao Fu Xuan.

The Grand Diviner shook his head helplessly, looked at Yanqing who was full of expectation, and nodded.

"He'd be happy to learn a few moves from me."

"Great!" The young man waved his arm excitedly, full of energy and vigor.

It seems Xingxuan wasn't squeezing this young swordsman dry every day...

Yu Chen let out a long sigh, glanced at the two of them, and pulled Fu Xuan to sit down on a chair that had been prepared for them.

It was supposed to be Jing Yuanyuan who came to see this, but now they've taken her place.

He casually picked up a small red fruit and popped it into his mouth. The taste was sweet and sour, which was acceptable.

Fu Xuan glanced at the aisle between himself and Yu Chen, then sat alone in his seat, feeling a strange and subtle feeling in his heart.

It's rare for us to sit apart like this. Not being hugged or held, and not being able to feel his warmth, feels a bit strange.

Shaking his head, the Grand Diviner composed himself and didn't ask Yu Chen to bring a stool over.

On the one hand, there's no need to be glued together all the time, and on the other hand, this kind of occasion is indeed not very appropriate...

Just as he was thinking this, he moved a chair over and leaned closer...

"Hehe... Honey, you don't think I don't want to sit with you, do you?"

"How could that be? I was just teasing you a little!"

Fu Xuan turned to look at him with a calm expression. "Did I say anything?"

Hmph, the proud and arrogant Grand Diviner would never admit it!

"He didn't say anything, but I saw his pitiful expression~" He squinted, shook his head, and fed the fruit in his hand to Fu Xuan.

Fu Xuan frowned in dissatisfaction, but still obediently opened his mouth and ate a fruit.

After swallowing, she stared at him and said, "Where am I pitiful?!"

Yu Chen chuckled, turned to Yan Qing, and asked, "Yan Qing, do you think the Grand Diviner looked disappointed just now?"

The young swordsman blinked, showing little fear in the face of Fu Xuan's stern gaze.

He pursed his lips and carefully said, "I didn't pay much attention, but I did see that the Grand Diviner seemed a little... well, unhappy?"

He wouldn't lie, and Yu Chen immediately raised his head.

Fu Xuan bit his lip, feeling a little ashamed and indignant, but a trace of doubt arose in his heart.

Have I reached the point where I become unhappy if I'm separated from him for even a short while?

She stopped looking at the conspicuous Sword Saint who was making funny faces and teasing her, and instead held his hand and began to think silently.

If I were to suddenly separate from Yuchen now…

A month... no, even just a week...

Fu Xuan closed his eyes and imagined that scene...

He occasionally went out to run errands without much emotional fluctuation, but…

If it's a week, it's a full seven days.

Logically speaking, this should only be a blink of an eye for immortal beings...

Without Yu Chen…

She works alone, eats alone, showers alone, sleeps alone... When she wakes up in the morning, there's no warm hug, no sweet kiss; when she's tired from work, no one massages her head; when she's bored, no one tries to cheer her up; when she eats, no one feeds her; when she goes shopping, no one holds her hand; when she goes out, no one carries her; and when she sleeps, no one takes advantage of her while using cute eyes to guide her to do naughty things...

Life has lost all trace of Yu Chen…

An indescribable sense of oppression and suffocation welled up in his heart. Fu Xuan suddenly gripped his hand tightly, took a slow, deep breath, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

No... I might be able to barely endure it for a week, a month might be unbearable for a long time, a year... ten years... a hundred years...

The heart will die, the soul will wither...

"How…"

"hug me."

Yu Chen was interrupted, and he silently pulled his wife, who seemed to be upset about something, into his arms.

Fu Xuan burrowed deeper into his arms, inhaling his scent and feeling his warmth, and her trembling heart slowly calmed down.

Yanqing's gaze had become subtle, but the two of them seemed not to notice.

"What's wrong?" Yu Chen gently squeezed her hand and asked softly.

Fu Xuan shrank back, turned over, and sat in his lap with her back to him. Fortunately, the chair was big enough that she didn't look out of place sitting like this, despite her petite figure.

"I just imagined what it would be like if we were separated for a while... and then..."

"It hurts so much..."

Xiao Taibu's tone was somewhat low. Although it was a little embarrassing to say this, just imagining it made her panic, and she rubbed herself against Yu Chen even more.

Yu Chen was taken aback. Instead of mocking his sensitive wife, he hugged her tighter and whispered comfortingly, "No, we won't separate, never."

"...If something is absolutely necessary, I can still endure it for a day or two..."

Fu Xuan tilted his head back and reached out to touch his face.

Yu Chen held her hand and gently rubbed it against his face, whispering, "Not even for one day, because I can't stand it."

"... "

Fu Xuan took a soft breath, feeling the pent-up emotions in his heart about to erupt again.

She held Yu Chen's head, lifted herself up, and gently kissed him.

Yanqing withdrew her gaze, propped her chin on her hand, and sat to one side with her body tilted to the side, expressionless.

When he becomes a powerful figure, he wants to be like these two, spending every day cuddling with Xingxuan and being all lovey-dovey!

Fu Xuan, who made Yu Chen want to cherish her, covered his mouth with her hand after they parted.