In Douluo Continent, the Pope used me as a substitute for my first love.

Chapter 202 The Beauty Dances with a Sword

"By the way, what exactly happened to you just now? Why were you suddenly so reckless?"

At this moment, Ning Qingyun walked silently on the road and continued to talk to Ning Rongrong in her spiritual sea.

"I... I can't control myself."

Ning Rongrong pursed her lips.

"It's that feeling of suddenly seeing someone you've wanted to see for a long time. Oh, Sister Qingyun, you'd never understand."

"I do not understand?"

Upon hearing the little girl's words, Ning Qingyun was about to scoff, but then she thought about it again. She realized that she had never actually experienced feeling excited upon suddenly seeing someone she had longed to see for a long time. After all, she had spent several years in seclusion on the mountain, living a life of quiet cultivation, before descending the mountain and becoming famous throughout the world...

Tsk.

"I really don't understand, but there's no point in understanding it."

Ning Qingyun then said nonchalantly.

She tightened her grip on the wooden sword.

"Rongrong, all you need to know is that only the sword is eternal. As long as you have a clear sword heart, an unparalleled sword, and invincible swordsmanship and cultivation, everything your heart desires will flow like a waterfall, unstoppable."

"Oh, um!"

In her mind's eye, Ning Rongrong's eyes sparkled once again, and she couldn't help but feel admiration for her special older sister.

She nodded her little head firmly, hoping that she could be as majestic and powerful as her sister Qingyun in the future!

Ning Qingyun couldn't help but nod slightly in satisfaction, thinking, "This child is teachable."

Behind her, Wang Zhao was subtly observing the subtle changes in her expression that she inadvertently revealed, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

Before long, led by Ning Qingyun, the three arrived at the courtyard where she usually practiced her sword. The scenery there was beautiful, with fragrant grass and a spacious area that was enough for her to unleash her skills without restraint.

There was a roof beam next to the courtyard. Ning Qingyun simply arranged for Wang Zhao to sit on the steps under the roof beam, and asked Xiao Ying to prepare tea. She then quickly took a wooden sword and stood in the center of the courtyard with her back to Wang Zhao.

"You won't act impulsively again, will you? Otherwise, if you make a mistake while practicing swordsmanship, you'll embarrass yourself in front of your idol."

Ning Qingyun said quietly at this moment.

"I definitely won't!"

Ning Rongrong replied firmly upon hearing this.

"I hope so."

Ning Qingyun shook her head, closed her eyes slightly, and then opened them again. Her eyes were noticeably clearer and more lively, indicating that Ning Rongrong had returned to the game.

She took a slight step, about to face Wang Zhao, but paused and held her sword upright behind her. Then she twirled her sword and drew an arc, took a step to the side, and assumed a sword stance.

Then, as Ning Rongrong suddenly thrust out her wooden sword, it seemed as if she was both strong and gentle, bending the sword to draw a beautiful arc and turning back. Her body turned and her moves changed constantly, vaguely revealing the shadow of the sword. Her movements were as smooth as flowing water, like a dragon or snake in the brush. She gradually entered a state of self-forgetfulness, and even Wang Zhao on the other side naturally ignored her, and began to dance with his sword with a special Daoist charm.

"Is this... an epiphany?"

At this moment, Ning Qingyun, who had just returned to her mental sea, noticed that Ning Rongrong, who was practicing swordsmanship, seemed to have made a small breakthrough in swordsmanship, and couldn't help but open her mouth.

"Because of the nervousness at the beginning..."

Thinking of Wang Zhao's existence, Ning Qingyun was speechless for a moment.

It turns out that her master once told her that men would only slow down her sword-drawing speed, pollute her clear sword heart, and dull her sword's edge... This wasn't entirely true, and perhaps it wasn't entirely impossible for them to make her stronger.

bah bah bah!

How could I so easily doubt what Master said? This must just be a special case, a coincidence, little girl...

Ning Qingyun shook her head, feeling that her own feelings seemed to have been somewhat influenced by Ning Rongrong.

"By the way, didn't I tell her beforehand that she could just show off a few fancy moves? Now that we've made such a commotion, I hope Wang Zhao won't notice anything?"

Then it suddenly occurred to her.

However, since things have come to this, there's no use thinking about it anymore. We can only hope that the Dragon King Palace Master doesn't know much about swordsmanship and can't see through his silly sister's current state.

What were Wang Zhao's feelings as he watched Ning Rongrong, this young girl, perform her sword dance? Probably surprise.

He was, after all, an amateur when it came to swordsmanship, so he was not very clear about Ning Rongrong's condition. However, from Ning Rongrong's smooth and flowing sword dance, he could easily tell that Ning Rongrong's understanding of swordsmanship was not superficial.

Wang Zhao continued to watch this delightful scene with great interest. Ning Rongrong, still a little girl, was pretty and intelligent, and it was already clear that she was going to be a beauty. Her sword dance was also quite charming.

Of course, Wang Zhao wasn't a pervert; he was just admiring her. After all, don't doubt his bond with the "big sister"!

She's not his type.

Soon after, Ning Rongrong's movements became slower and slower, but not in a slow way due to overexertion. Instead, they seemed to reveal a sense of composure, as if some invisible power was brewing within her.

In her mind's eye, Ning Qingyun opened her mouth, instinctively wanting to call out to Ning Rongrong, but realizing it was too late, she fell silent.

Swish!

The next moment, Ning Rongrong, who had been moving slowly for a long time, suddenly swung the wooden sword in her hand again. Accompanied by a sound of air being cut, an invisible sword aura shot out under Wang Zhao's surprised gaze, instantly leaving a sword mark that was neither deep nor shallow on the wall not far away.

Afterwards, Ning Rongrong slowly opened her eyes. This time she was truly exhausted, but she still forced herself to pretend to sheathe her sword, giving her performance a perfect ending.

However, just as she slightly raised her hand holding the sword, suddenly, countless cracks burst forth from the wooden sword, which then shattered into fragments and scattered on the ground.

Holding the tattered wooden sword hilt, Ning Rongrong's lips twitched slightly, and she felt a little embarrassed. Then she slowly turned around to face Wang Zhao.

After practicing her swordplay, her mind had calmed down considerably. She hesitated for a moment before speaking to Wang Zhao, "Lord Wang... if I said that the wall developed a crack because it had been neglected for so long, would you believe me?"

"...I believe you."

I don't believe you for a second.

Wang Zhao spoke with a discrepancy between his words and actions, which eased the awkward atmosphere somewhat.

"Speaking of which, Miss Ning's swordsmanship is truly extraordinary. Every move is as smooth as flowing water. She must have put in a lot of hard work."

Hearing Wang Zhao say this, Ning Rongrong seemed to resonate with him and couldn't help but say, "Yes, practicing swordsmanship is tiring, but is it really as good as you say?"

"certainly."

Wang Zhao smiled and nodded.

"That……"

Ning Rongrong then raised her voice to a long tone, as if preparing to say something. At the same time, Ning Qingyun in her mental sea suddenly had a bad premonition for some reason.

(End of this chapter)