Bringing advanced martial arts techniques to a low-level martial arts world

Chapter 143 Liu Bei

Upon learning that Sheng Wansong had returned, Guan Lin and Zhang Jiao ended their military training early and went home.

"Big brother!"

As soon as Zhang Jiao entered the room, she started showing off her loud voice.

As the weather gets cooler, both of them are wearing thick clothes to cover their slender figures.

But there is one thing that no amount of thick clothing can cover up.

Those were the two watermelons in front of Zhang Jiao.

The fleece sweater underneath and the overcoat on the outside were both stretched outwards by a large margin.

"Big brother, you're back just in time."

The two sisters did not return alone; they brought with them a woman they had never seen before.

The woman appears to be in her early twenties, with outstanding looks and a gentle, kind demeanor that makes people feel refreshed just by looking at her.

Guan Lin brought the girl to Sheng Wansong and introduced her, "This is Liu Bei, a new recruit of the Volunteer Army."

"She comes from Zhuo County in Zhuojun Prefecture. She came to Yuzhou because she admires your reputation, elder brother."

Sheng Wansong sized up the young woman, Liu Bei.

The opponent's internal energy was remarkable, clearly indicating that they had cultivated some kind of profound internal skill—of course, referring to the profound internal skills of this world.

It's roughly top-tier.

Despite encountering masters and extraordinary individuals from all walks of life, Sheng Wansong's achievement at such a young age is already far beyond that of ordinary people, making him no less than the true disciples of the six major sects.

Even though the second and third sisters started practicing the advanced techniques given to them by Sheng Wansong half a year ago, they were limited by their talent and barely broke through to the first-class level, entering the ranks of top masters.

The third sister laughed and said, "Big brother, the Liang Dynasty is now corrupt. If you marry Liu Bei, you can uphold the righteous cause of the country and raise the banner of rebellion."

The second sister said, "I have checked Liu Bei's family genealogy and erotic books, which prove that what she said is true. She is indeed a descendant of the royal family of the previous dynasty."

Sheng Wansong couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Second sister, oh second sister, how come you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, are also thinking of rebelling?

"If I wanted to be emperor, why would I need to worry about any grand principles or status?"

Liu Bei then chimed in, "What Master Sheng says is absolutely right. Marriage should be based on mutual affection and mutual consent. If it is for..."

To pursue other purposes would be to put the cart before the horse.

"I have long admired the name of Hero Sheng, so I asked the two generals to bring me here. I hope Hero Sheng will not take offense."

The second sister, Guan Lin, suggested, "My third sister and I want to expand our volunteer army and appoint Liu Bei as its commander. What do you think, eldest brother?"

Sheng Wansong waved his hand, "You can do whatever you want with the Volunteer Army. I'll intervene if anything happens."

After the three left, Sheng Wansong could still hear Liu Bei saying to the two sisters, "Although you three siblings are not biological siblings, you have a deep sibling bond, which I truly envy."

Liu Bei seems somewhat shrewd, but her second sister is also exceptionally intelligent, and her third sister is seemingly foolish but actually wise; they won't be fooled into giving her any benefits or secrets.

After meeting his second and third sisters and Ouyang Xue, Sheng Wansong went to find Shangguan Hong and Sima Ling.

The two men were practicing swordplay in the courtyard.

The two faced each other, their swords clashing.

Their steps were harmonious, as if they had been rehearsed countless times. The sword and the saber, though different in form, were perfectly coordinated. The agile sword and the powerful saber coexisted harmoniously.

Sheng Wansong knew that they had not rehearsed beforehand.

The two moved in harmony, exchanging blows, and both their footwork and martial arts skills improved.

If no one tells them to stop, they'll probably only finish when they're completely exhausted.

"The White Emperor Sword seems to be complete."

Sheng Wansong took the initiative to clap his hands and step forward, interrupting the two's sword dance.

"Wan Song is back."

Shangguan Hong sheathed his sword, a few strands of hair stuck to his head with sweat.

She gently brushed aside her disheveled hair and walked gracefully toward Sheng Wansong. "Ever since we witnessed the steps of that Lady Huang, our understanding of the White Emperor Sword has progressed by leaps and bounds, and we have achieved mastery as naturally as water flowing into a channel."

"I've mastered it, but I'm not as happy as I imagined."

Sima Ling puffed out her cheeks, still wielding her broadsword alone.

Having witnessed martial arts techniques far surpassing this level, they naturally found it difficult to feel joy at this level of achievement.

It's one thing to be defeated by Sheng Wansong, but Huang alone has demonstrated a level of skill far surpassing that of the White Emperor's sword. How could they not be disheartened?

Shangguan Hong's gaze was distant. "Legend has it that the Ancestral Master Granny had a footwork technique that surpassed even the White Emperor Sword Technique."

Sheng Wansong laughed.

"If you're willing, Sister Hong, I can still teach you a supreme martial art that far surpasses ordinary skills."

This time, Shangguan Hong was moved.

With constant disasters plaguing the world, let alone revitalizing Bibo, she is struggling to even protect the people and ensure her own safety.

"I want!"

Before Shangguan Hong could even reply, the little kid behind her had already raised his hands high, his toes touching the ground.

"Children shouldn't interrupt when adults are talking."

Sheng Wansong ruthlessly rejected Sima Ling's self-recommendation.

The little girl immediately became disappointed and ran out the door in a sullen mood.

"I don't know what you're struggling with, Sister Hong?"

After chasing away Sima Ling, Sheng Wansong advised, "Learning other martial arts from me won't prevent you from continuing to explore the martial arts of the Bibo Sect."

"Times have changed."

"If you still want to be that chivalrous heroine, the ability to protect yourself is essential."

After a few words, he successfully persuaded Shangguan Hong.

The female warrior gave a helpless smile, "I'm the one who benefits, yet it's Wan Song, the one who gave the charity, who has to persuade me."

"I'm such a bad older sister."

Those who are chivalrous all have their own principles.

Sheng Wansong's persistence is to use the martial arts passed down in the Bibo Sect to make the Bibo Sect great again.

Now that Shangguan Hong has let go of her insistence and is willing to learn Sheng Wansong's martial arts, in addition to the change in her mindset, the bigger reason is the improvement in her relationship with Sheng Wansong.

Seeing that she agreed, Sheng Wansong smiled.

He uttered those four words again after a long absence: "Then take them off."

"?"

Shangguan Hong didn't react immediately.

When he realized what Sheng Wansong had said, he stammered, "T, take it off?"

"Do you mean take off your coat?"

Sheng Wansong's fingers moved with devilish agility, as if there were an invisible piano in front of him, and he was playing a rhapsody.

"Of course, all of them."

He deliberately revealed a malicious smile, "The martial arts I'm talking about aren't the kind that existed originally."

"Instead, it's a martial art tailored to your specific constitution, the perfect martial art for you."

"Therefore, of course, we must be able to feel the bones carefully without any obstacles."

To dispel her doubts, Sheng Wansong cited An Lan's example, saying, "An An and my second and third sisters all went through the same thing."

The valiant female warrior blushed deeply; this was a field she had never ventured into before.

"Is this a hint?"

"This must be a hint!"

Shangguan Hong understood that they were no longer children, and if they really wanted to figure things out, it wouldn't end like this.

"If you've thought it through, I'll be waiting for you in my room tonight."

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