So there was no tense atmosphere at all on One-Finger Peak. Today, Shen Xiuyun was teaching Zhu Xingyao a new sword technique.
Master’s figure was tall and slender, white robes trailing on the ground, a cold, aloof air between his brows.
When he drew his sword, white robes fluttering, the sword light was sharp and fierce, clean and decisive, so captivating that one could not look away.
“Did you clearly see the technique your master just demonstrated?”
Shen Xiuyun executed a beautiful sword flourish to finish, sheathing the Frost Scar Sword as he landed.
Zhu Xingyao nodded, his eyes shining brightly, as if his whole heart and gaze were filled with adoration.
Shen Xiuyun was reassured, thinking that with the male lead’s talent, one demonstration would be enough to call it a day, because over the past half year, Zhu Xingyao had been very easy to manage.
Who would have thought that perhaps this sword technique was somewhat difficult… Zhu Xingyao’s execution of the move always had a slight deviation.
“Level your sword tip, straighten your back, steady your stance.”
“Your sword speed isn’t fast enough.”
“The technique isn’t fluid. Still not good enough.”
Left with no choice, Shen Xiuyun could only try teaching Zhu Xingyao sword practice hand in hand.
“Merely watching isn’t enough for a deep understanding. Your master will spar with you.”
Shen Xiuyun raised his hand and drew over another wooden sword that had been set aside.
His attacks were fast and ruthless. If Zhu Xingyao wanted to block them, he had to focus entirely and learn properly.
But even so, Zhu Xingyao still “struggled” to cope.
Under Shen Xiuyun’s increasingly fierce assault, he feigned being outmatched, causing the wooden sword in his hand to be knocked flying by Shen Xiuyun, and his body fell backward uncontrollably.
“Careful!”
Shen Xiuyun turned his sword aside and leaned forward to grab Zhu Xingyao’s hand, but the moment he clasped Zhu Xingyao’s palm, he felt a brief numbness course through his entire body.
That single instant caused him to lose his balance, and he toppled to the ground along with Zhu Xingyao.
When they landed, Zhu Xingyao, whose arms were wrapped around Shen Xiuyun’s waist, let out a pained groan, while Shen Xiuyun found that his lip had been bumped painfully and his teeth felt numb.
This fall seemed to scatter both of their thoughts. The two stared at each other blankly, unable to recover their senses for a long time.
On One-Finger Peak, even the mountain wind seemed to have died away. The silence was terrifying.
So quiet that only their increasingly rapid heartbeats could be heard.
It wasn’t until an ill-timed voice sounded from behind that the silence was broken.
“What are you doing?”
Hearing Yun Siqing’s voice, Shen Xiuyun gave a violent start, his dazed phoenix eyes gradually regaining focus. Then, his pupils quaked.
The position he and Zhu Xingyao were in right now could absolutely inspire a ten-thousand-word imaginative essay.
Not only were their hair strands intertwined and their lips pressed together, but one of Shen Xiuyun’s hands was also pressed against Zhu Xingyao’s chest, clearly feeling the firm pectoral muscles beneath the robes.
Shen Xiuyun’s face burned as if on fire, and an odd tingling numbness rose in his heart. He snatched his hand away from Zhu Xingyao’s chest as if he had been burned by a red-hot coal.
What kind of divine development was this?!
Yun Siqing, perhaps seeing that Shen Xiuyun and Zhu Xingyao were taking too long to react, reminded them again in a low voice, “Junior brother?”
Shen Xiuyun separated from Zhu Xingyao and shouted without looking back, “I’m here! Senior brother, stand right there and don’t come over!”
Afraid that Yun Siqing would approach and see even more of what he shouldn’t, he scrambled up quickly.
“Master, it hurts.”
Hearing this, Shen Xiuyun looked at Zhu Xingyao and realized that the latter’s lip had been split by the impact, and blood beads were now slowly welling up.
“Are you… hurt anywhere else?”
Zhu Xingyao’s handsome face scrunched into a pitiful knot. Supporting his waist, he slowly sat up.
“My chest hurts, and my waist hurts too.”
Hearing this, Shen Xiuyun’s eyebrows nearly tied themselves in knots.
He suspected Zhu Xingyao was doing it on purpose, but he had no evidence.
Could this description be any less suggestive?
Even if perhaps, possibly, you really did injure those two places, there are other people present!
Behind them, Yun Siqing was both shocked and furious.
His junior brother, who was usually dignified and self-possessed, never putting a foot wrong, and could be called a model of the righteous path, was now out in the open, pressed against his own disciple… whom he spent day and night with… in such an indecent position. It was simply… simply…