The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

This time, Qin Minglan did not passively follow Wang Long's movements, but actively tried to sense the transmission path of that power.

She could feel his palm against her waist, his fingers slightly clenched.

Qin Minglan bit her lip, banishing these distracting thoughts and focusing on the bamboo stick in her hand.

"Are you ready?"

Wang Long's voice rang in my ears.

"Um."

"Draw your sword."

Wang Long took her hand and pushed it forward again.

laugh!

Another sword aura, thinner and faster than before, flew four zhang away, leaving a second hole in the courtyard wall.

Qin Minglan's eyes lit up.

"Again!"

"Again!"

"Again!"

Qin Minglan practiced tirelessly, over and over again.

Wang Long patiently held her hand, correcting her posture and guiding her strength again and again.

Their bodies were pressed together, his hand always around her waist, his palm burning hot.

Qin Minglan gradually got used to this intimate contact and was no longer as stiff as she had been at the beginning.

Her entire focus was on the sword, on the power rising from her feet to her fingertips.

She desperately wanted to become stronger.

Only by becoming stronger can I protect my sister-in-law and niece, and protect the Marquis's mansion.

Those wolves eyeing the Marquis's mansion, those forces coveting it, could pounce at any moment.

She couldn't wait, nor could she rely on others.

She has to become stronger herself.

"Young Miss, why don't you try it yourself this time?"

Wang Long released his hand and respectfully stepped aside.

Qin Minglan took a deep breath, spread her feet shoulder-width apart, bent her knees slightly, and lowered her waist.

The feeling from just now kept replaying in her mind.

Power originates from the feet, travels to the waist, from the waist to the shoulders, from the shoulders to the arms, and from the arms to the wrists…

"ha!"

Qin Minglan gave a clear shout, and the bamboo branch thrust forward.

A faint sword aura shot out from the tip of the bamboo branch. Although it was only about three feet long, it dissipated after a breath. It was the sword aura she had condensed herself!

Qin Minglan was stunned.

She stared at the wisp of spiritual energy that had not yet dissipated from the tip of the bamboo branch, and her eyes suddenly reddened.

"I...I did it..."

Her voice trembled, filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"I really did it!"

"You old fool, did you see that?! I've condensed sword energy! Hahaha!"

Wang Long reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her firmly in his embrace.

"This old servant has seen it; Miss's talent is extraordinary. This old servant is in awe!"

Qin Minglan's body was soft and her fragrance was intoxicating.

Wang Long held her tightly in his arms, savoring the moment.

Qin Minglan bounced around in his arms for a while before finally calming down.

She then realized that she was being held close to the waist by an old stable boy, and her face flushed red.

He quickly pushed Wang Long away.

"You...you..."

She pointed at Wang Long, both ashamed and angry, but couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Wang Long looked completely innocent.

"Young Miss, you pounced on me yourself..."

"Shut up!"

Qin Minglan stomped her foot, turned her back, and her ears were so red they looked like they could bleed.

After a long while, she turned around, slightly raised her chin, and tried to adopt a condescending posture.

"Old man, what happened today...don't tell anyone!"

"This old servant understands."

Wang Long smiled; Qin Minglan kept repeating the same sentence over and over.

Qin Minglan snorted, picked up the Qing Shuang sword from the ground, and sheathed it back at her waist.

"Keep teaching tomorrow, no slacking off!"

After saying that, he turned and left.

As she reached the courtyard gate, she suddenly stopped, turned her head, and revealed half of her flushed face.

"Um... thank you."

The sound was very soft, almost inaudible.

After saying that, she ran away like a startled rabbit.

Wang Long stood in the courtyard, looking at the empty gate, and looked down at his hands.

The warmth and touch of her waist still lingered in his palm.

"Little brat."

He muttered to himself, a smug smile playing on his lips.

"Sometimes she's actually quite cute."

For the next two days, Qin Minglan came to Wang Long every day to learn swordsmanship.

Luo Hanyi was focused on consolidating her own cultivation level and did not invite Wang Long to her room to cultivate together.

Wang Long devoted all his energy to teaching Qin Minglan.

He studies swordsmanship in the morning and practices the "Yin Yang Harmony Technique" in the evening, without fail.

After multiple teaching sessions.

Qin Minglan gradually got used to it, and all her attention was focused on becoming stronger. She was too lazy to care about the inevitable intimate contact, and even took the initiative to ask Wang Long to help her adjust her position for the best effect.

That night.

As usual, Qin Minglan came to Wang Long to practice the "Yin Yang Harmony Technique".

The two sat cross-legged on the bed, facing each other, their palms touching.

Wang Long guided the spiritual energy to help her clear her meridians and suppress the backlash.

The spiritual energy circulated more and more smoothly within her body, and the shackles that had troubled her for more than half a year finally shattered at this moment.

Middle stage of third grade!

Qin Minglan suddenly opened her eyes, her almond-shaped eyes flashing with a sharp light.

She felt that the spiritual energy in her body was more than 30% stronger than before, and her meridians were also wider and more resilient.

"I've broken through... I've really broken through!"

Qin Minglan was so excited she almost jumped up and grabbed Wang Long's hand.

"You old fool, did you see that?! I've broken through!"

Wang Long nodded with a smile.

"Congratulations, young lady! Congratulations, young lady!"

Qin Minglan was excited for a while before gradually calming down.

She looked at Wang Long, a complex expression flashing in her almond-shaped eyes.

"Old man, thank you for your help these past few days. Whatever reward you desire, as long as it's within my power, I will grant it!"

Wang Long was taken aback.

Is he already making empty promises to himself?

Wang Long felt that if he said he wanted Qin Minglan, he would be beaten to death by this violent little brat.

"You flatter me, young lady. It is my honor to teach you."

He had touched her and kissed her; Wang Long had already come to regard Qin Minglan as his woman.

How can a man born between heaven and earth ask his own woman for something?

Qin Minglan was very satisfied with Wang Long's answer, and she smiled and patted Wang Long on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, I keep my word. You can tell me what you want anytime."

Qin Minglan got up from the bed and straightened her clothes.

"The competition is tomorrow, be careful, don't die."

She paused, her voice lowering slightly.

"If you die, no one will teach me sword techniques. I haven't fully mastered them yet~"

Qin Minglan did not linger and left Wang Long's room.

Wang Long watched her retreating figure, a slight smile playing on his lips.

This girl is clearly showing concern for someone, but she insists on expressing it in this arrogant way.

"This old servant will follow Miss's instructions and will definitely return alive and well!"