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"Ah, you are... that... uh, that... right! The pink-furred fox from Yaoqing!"

【puff...】

Upon hearing this, March 7th couldn't help but burst out laughing.

What are you laughing at? You're pink-haired too!

This unexpected response from Jiaoqiu brought even more joy.

"I wasn't going to laugh, but Jiaoqiu couldn't hold it in after that sentence."

"He broke down, lol, he covered his mouth and chuckled."

"I absolutely adore this subtle little temper of hers."

"Okay, now it's my turn to laugh, hahahahaha!"

"Compared all these ways, March is definitely more pink."

"The pink-furred fox... it inexplicably reminds me of an old character from another game."

Seeing the sudden appearance of the Yaoqing healer, Yun Li even thought that the other party had come to steal her skills, before Jiao Qiu explained.

[I was simply concerned about what Miss March should study, and couldn't help but come over.]

In my professional experience, while cleavers, slicing knives, cutting knives, and carving knives are all knives, they are, like frying, stir-frying, boiling, and deep-frying in cooking, merely techniques for execution. How to use them depends on the characteristics of the ingredients themselves.

Just like deep-frying purple eggplant, stir-frying red chili peppers, and braising yellow beef. Discovering the ingredients—I mean, the disciples' innate talent—is our job.

The wonderful metaphor from Jiaoqiu, comparing the seventh day of the third lunar month to food, makes everyone a little hungry just listening to it.

"No wonder it's scallions, ginger, and garlic!"

"Jiaoqiu's wonderful metaphor!"

"Yes, March 7th is a precious ingredient!"

"How to be a good person? I know a friend who's quite knowledgeable about that!"

"Being a Person (Physics)"

"haha, I told Little March I was hungry, all three dialogue options were about being hungry."

As a foodie, Yun Li naturally couldn't resist the detailed description of the food and couldn't help but swallow.

"Aren't you a doctor? Why are you talking about cooking?"

[It's a metaphor; I added a bit of metaphor.]

Because Jiaoqiu was a disciple of the Ranzhi School, he preferred to use food therapy to cure patients.

So I know a little bit about cooking.

So... you're the general's cook?

Upon hearing this, Jiaoqiu sighed and rubbed his forehead.

[Ahem, it's a physician! A cook who doesn't want to be a physician isn't a good general's advisor. Fine, just consider me a cook.]

Judging from your looks, you clearly misunderstand me, Jiaoqiu, as merely a weak scholar who presumptuously discusses martial arts. Actually, I'm not entirely ignorant of killing techniques—after all, medicine is inherently an art of life and death.

Jiaoqiu's answer deepened the audience's impression of him.

"Wow, he's so witty, lol."

"mua's three steps each have a meme"

“Feixiao Chef (Forcing True)”

"If you're not a weak scholar, then can you show off your strength by tearing off your clothes?"

"Hey upstairs, an abacus bead hit my face!"

Upon hearing Jiaoqiu's words, March 7th immediately grasped the key point.

Adults trying to get revenge on children...sigh...

Lies don't hurt people; the truth is the sharpest knife.

This blunt and to-the-point remark made Jiaoqiu decide that she had to show these kids some real skills.

Do you recognize this bottle of medicine in my hand?

Then, the three of them said in unison.

【do not know. 】

Then Jiaoqiu began to explain the specific effects of this "Dianzhi San" (颠踪散), which is actually like an anesthetic that can make people unaware of pain.

Whether poison is a life-saving medicine or not depends entirely on the doctor's dedication.

[If the dosage is higher or the concentration is greater, metabolism will be slowed down, causing blood to flow improperly and even resulting in the loss of all five senses—even immortal beings immune to old age and disease cannot escape this.]

The excited, rhythmic tone of Jiaoqiu's voice gave one the inexplicable illusion of a mad scientist.

"Dr. Pepper bragging in front of the kids.jpg"

"Yanqing, be good. We can't be like Uncle Jiao in the future, okay?"

"Don't scare the kids, hahaha!"

"Blade: It's so effective! Should I take it orally or apply it topically? Give me two bottles first."

"Although it feels a bit cunning, the thought of him trying to get back at a bunch of kids makes me laugh, haha."

Hearing Jiaoqiu's words, Yanqing expressed his willingness to leave the outcome to the sword in a very tactful manner.

Yun Li, on the other hand, was even more direct.

I've truly misunderstood you. You're not a weak writer, you're a shameless writer.

[Hey, hey, hey, why are you suddenly swearing? I was just sharing medical knowledge, not inciting anyone to poison people.]

The audience couldn't help but laugh at Jiaoqiu's suddenly pitiful and furrowed brows.

"I see now, this guy's just an old child!"

The wonderful chemistry between three genuine children and an old child.

"As expected of you, Yunli!"

"Wronged Fox ww"

[Mr. Jiaoqiu gets all excited when he talks about poison; it's hard to tell if that's righteous or insidious...]

After listening to Yanqing's explanation, Jiaoqiu had her own opinion on the matter.

After all, the dead, who died in the open, cannot accuse the treacherous and despicable surviving villains; on the battlefield, survival is the only principle.

Those who return alive from the battlefield have all values ​​redefined. Whether one is upright and honorable or treacherous and despicable, to me, they are as insignificant as a feather.

In response, Yanqing said that she and Yunli had both been on the battlefield, so there was no need to elaborate on these points.

That's why Jiaoqiu was a little puzzled. The martial arts ceremony was just a competition to make the arena more exciting, so why take it so seriously?

Yanqing had asked Jingyuan this question before.

Entering the battle, he drew his sword; stepping onto the arena, he displayed his sword; with one sword drawn, he concealed the sharpness of a hundred swords.

The sword, suspended above the ceremonial altar, remains undamaged even when drawn, demonstrating not only the sword itself, but also the martial virtue and majesty of the Cloud Cavalry.

After going around in circles, Jiaoqiu finally revealed her true purpose: she wanted Yanqing to take her to visit the ceremonial arena, the Racing Ship.

So Yanqing simply took a group of people with him to take a look.

But on the way, the camera focused on a scene where three NPCs were talking by the roadside.

Judging from their attire, the three individuals belonged to the Bureau of Works, the Bureau of Shipbuilding, and the Cloud Cavalry, indicating a wide range of interests.

But when Jiaoqiu saw this scene, she sensed something was wrong, sniffed lightly, and stopped in her tracks.

This scene also stirred up the audience.

"Is it finally coming?!"

"Hurray: Farewell, cage!"

"But isn't this infiltration a bit outrageous? And it's not just the Cloud Cavalry anymore?!"

Chapter 400 Wielding the Sword for Me

After taking a deep look at the three suspicious NPCs, Jiaoqiu didn't say anything, thinking it was just her imagination.

Then Yanqing led the group to the best spot to view the Jingfeng Ship. The magnificent ship hung high above Luofu, and it looked quite spectacular from a distance.

As Yanqing introduced the scene, the screen switched to a CG image.

The azure sky reflected a faint, shimmering light, creating a wondrous scene in which the massive racing warship appeared like a jewel embedded.

In the lower scene, Yanqing is standing in front of the railing, seemingly giving an explanation, while Yunli, who is slightly shorter than him, clenches her fists as if they are arguing about something.

A gentle breeze rustled the clothes of the young man and woman, and their hair fluttered in the wind. Looking at their backs, they exuded a sense of high spirits and vigor.

In keeping with this scene, Yanqing began to reveal some of her true feelings.

From a young age, Yanqing was taken in by the general, who taught him swordsmanship and military strategy. Every day, he swung his sword ten thousand times to slash and ten thousand times to thrust, repeating this cycle over and over again...

I understand that I'm different from other kids. I've never envied their toys and freedom, nor have I ever found practicing swordsmanship tedious or difficult.

Even on the battlefield, slaying enemies and confronting those vile and monstrous creatures, I have no fear.

[Every day I feel myself getting stronger, stronger, and a little stronger... grasping victory in my hands time and time again. There's nothing more joyful in the world than that.]

But then, I received a sword strike from someone. That strike shattered my once flawless confidence. In the instant that sword arrived, I felt fear for the first time. Perhaps this is what Mr. Jiaoqiu meant by the fleeting moment of life and death, when all thoughts vanish.

Listening to Yanqing mention her past mindset and Jingliu's sword strike, the audience was filled with emotion.

"Wow, I didn't know Yanqing trained so much every day, it's terrifying."

"Is this the talent of a swordsmanship prodigy? Practicing swordsmanship doesn't even feel boring; you only feel joy at constantly becoming stronger!"

"The sword's heart is clear!"

"While hard work is important, the gap in talent can't be bridged by effort alone."

"Moreover, Yanqing isn't an immortal being, is he? To achieve this at such a young age is truly terrifying!"

"What historical narrative? You're not confusing him with the male protagonist in some cheap folk tale, are you?"

"It's just a pity that he encountered Mirror Stream."

"Let this moonlight... illuminate all rivers and streams!"

"Mirror Flow: This sword strike, guard against arrogance and impetuosity!"

"Grandmaster was truly terrifying. Looking back now, that strike really seemed like a casual sword strike! He hadn't even activated his Soul Transformation skill!"

"However, this should also be Jingliu's way of testing Yanqing's mentality. After this sword strike, Yanqing also comprehended a new move."

"So I truly admire Yanqing's mentality; even after all this, her Dao heart hasn't shattered."

"That's possible. Didn't Yun Li sense Yan Qing's unusual behavior through the sword? That sword strike must have been quite a blow to the child."

When the topic turned to Jingliu's sword strike, Yanqing on Luofu looked curiously at Jingyuan beside him.

"General, when you were practicing swordsmanship, did you also need your grandmaster to...do something like this?"

Yanqing wanted to use words like torture, but then felt it was inappropriate.

Upon hearing this, Jing Yuan deliberately coughed a few times and then looked quite moved.

"Ahem, what's done is done..."

If someone were to tell their apprentice that they used to be tortured by their master during the day and have medicine applied to their wounds at night, they would truly lose face.

Jing Yuan still paid great attention to his image in front of Yan Qing.

Then, returning to the plot, Yanqing's tone began to sound disappointed.

After that, Yanqing had to lower her head and pick up the fragments one by one, trying to piece together the happy self she once was. But no matter what she did, she seemed unable to recapture that former state of mind.

I sometimes ask myself, why do I wield my sword? If I'm destined to face another defeat, why continue to wield it? Is it to recapture the joy of victory? To fulfill the general's expectations? Or to leave behind a legacy of glory for the Cloud Cavalry?

The general could instruct me in swordsmanship, but he couldn't teach me the reason for wielding the sword. He told me: "The reason for wielding the sword must be found by myself." For this, Yanqing was deeply troubled, tossing and turning at night.

But after this long conversation with Mr. Jiaoqiu, Yanqing already had her answer.