Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Xie Xiaoyi took the wine glass, raised it, and said to Su Mubai, "Please!"

He was so courteous that Su Mubai had no choice but to clink glasses with him.

The two wine glasses clinked together, making a crisp sound.

Just as the rims of the cups touched, Xie Xiaoyi's fingertips twitched slightly.

But to outsiders, it was just a clinking of two glasses, with no flaws whatsoever.

"Cheers!" Xie Xiaoyi tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, then turned the empty glass upside down.

Su Mubai snorted coldly, tilted his head back and drank the wine in his cup in one gulp, then threw the cup on the table and picked up his wooden sword with a backhand stroke:

"The wine has been drunk, young hero, please continue!"

Xie Xiaoyi, holding the wooden sword in his hand, said something.

"please!"

Seeing that the two were getting more and more competitive, Bai Letian was afraid that they might ruin their harmony in the banquet hall, so he immediately smiled and said:

"Both of you are exceptional individuals. Your intellectual duel has already been brilliant, so your physical duel should be held in a more open space!"

Gentlemen, please follow me to the open area in the backyard!

As soon as he finished speaking, all the guests present could no longer contain themselves and stood up to echo his sentiments.

Fu Yaoqin and Mu Pingting walked side by side.

The former's hand holding the fan tightened slightly, and there was a strange look in his eyes, whether it was worry or curiosity, it was hard to tell.

The latter, with his eyes crinkled in a smile and a face full of interest in watching the spectacle, quickened his pace.

Mu Pingting walked up to Xie Xiaoyi, gave a curtsy, and, taking advantage of the distance from the others, asked softly:

"Young Master Xie, would you like a wager for our sword duel?"

Xie Xiaoyi frowned: "What kind of prize?"

Mu Pingting gently poked his pectoral muscle with her finger: "If you win, I'm yours tonight..."

This was a wonderful surprise.

Mu Pingting might be slightly less beautiful than Fu Yaoqin, but Fu Yaoqin is so outstanding that even if Mu Pingting is slightly less beautiful, she is still a beauty who stands out from the crowd.

Xie Xiaoyi was a womanizer, so it would be strange if he wasn't tempted by such "seductive" behavior. He immediately started flirting:

"Master Mu's words are meant to make all the men in the world envious of me?"

Such a stunning color makes me want to win.

"No!"

A clear, urgent voice suddenly rang out, instantly drowning out the noise of the surrounding guests moving around.

Everyone in the courtyard was startled, their steps halting as dozens of eyes turned to look at them.

The person speaking was none other than Fu Yaoqin.

City Lord Bai Letian stopped in his tracks, asking in confusion, "What's wrong? What does Master Fu want?"

Fu Yaoqin's face instantly turned red to her neck. She curtsied, said "Excuse me," and hurried towards the backyard.

Everyone was puzzled. Why did Master Fu suddenly become so shy and bashful?

Mu Pingting and Xie Xiaoyi exchanged a glance, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

The backyard is paved with bluestone and surrounded by high walls, making it a perfect place for sword fighting.

Xie Xiaoyi gripped the wooden sword, but he was truly uncertain about his chances.

He had only practiced the "Eight Styles of Sword" for one day, and before that he had barely even touched a sword. He was still practicing the style of a saber.

Su Mubai was already standing there with his sword in hand, dressed in white, with striking features and an extremely dashing appearance.

He glanced at the wooden sword in Xie Xiaoyi's hand, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Young Master Xie, please enlighten me."

Xie Xiaoyi took a deep breath, gripped the wooden sword, and assumed a starting stance for swordsmanship.

With shoulders lowered and elbows drooping, and the sword blade pressed diagonally, there was not a trace of the graceful and agile movements of a sword technique.

Su Mubai's pupils dilated, then he sneered, "So all you know are some unorthodox methods!"

The words had barely left his lips when he moved.

His inner strength suddenly erupted, and the white-clad figure became a blur as his swift sword, like a shooting star, pierced straight for Xie Xiaoyi's heart!

This sword strike was ridiculously fast, which was the essence of his White-Clad Scholar Swordsman style—breaking the deadlock with speed and winning with skill.

Xie Xiaoyi dared not be negligent. He blocked with his wooden sword, using the parrying techniques of swordsmanship. With a crisp "clang," the sound made his tiger's mouth go numb.

I go.

I never imagined that Su Mubai, who is not much older than me, would have such a high cultivation level, reaching the peak of the fourth rank.

No wonder he has every reason to be proud.

Xie Xiaoyi used the momentum to retreat, using the "Swallow Turning Clouds" light footwork to barely avoid Su Mubai's three sword strikes that followed.

In an instant, sword shadows flashed across the training ground, and people in white robes moved about like butterflies.

Xie Xiaoyi could only rely on his agility to maneuver around, wielding his wooden sword with wide, sweeping movements.

Chopping, hacking, slashing, and chopping are all knife techniques, which are completely incompatible with the agile and graceful swordplay.

Suddenly, a few voices arose from the crowd of onlookers, clearly from martial arts experts.

"What this young hero Xie is using isn't swordsmanship at all; it's clearly the style of a saber, all wide and sweeping, lacking the agility and grace of swordplay!"

"Hmm. Young Master Su's white-robed scholar swordplay is still more elegant, light and agile, every move exuding discipline!"

"Indeed, among the 'Four Quick Things' of Jiangnan, Young Master Su is one of them. Meeting you today, he truly lives up to his reputation!"

Which four?

"The lightning in the sky, the wind on the ground, Su Mubai's sword, and people's mouths."

These words made Su Mubai even more arrogant, and his sword moves became even more fierce, forcing Xie Xiaoyi to retreat repeatedly.

Xie Xiaoyi cursed under his breath.

Damn it, I hope your "thing" time comes soon too, so your future wife will find you repulsive...

After exchanging two or three more blows, Su Mubai's sword grazed Xie Xiaoyi's shoulder.

Xie Xiaoyi felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, staggered back three steps, and almost fell to the ground.

"Young Master Xie, please be careful!"

Mu Pingting couldn't help but gasp in surprise, her voice filled with genuine worry, her beautiful eyes fixed on Xie Xiaoyi.

Xie Xiaoyi turned around and smiled at her.

His smile was captivating, perfectly contrasting with Su Mubai's icy demeanor.

Fu Yaoqin's heart clenched suddenly.

Xie Mo and Mu Pingting?

Could it be that they fell in love at first sight?

Just now, Sister Mu said that tonight she wanted to... wanted to...

That's shameless.

Pooh!

At this moment, Su Mubai forced Xie Xiaoyi back with a sword strike, then sheathed his sword and stood there, his tone undisguisedly sarcastic.

"Brother Xie, what kind of swordsmanship is this?"

This is clearly a low-level knife technique!

Using a wooden sword like a knife, how much do you despise the 'sword'?

Xie Xiaoyi thought to himself, "I'm not happy about this."

I look down on that crap.

I've always been into knives.

I've never learned swordsmanship, and I've run into a guy like you who's known for his fast swordsmanship.

If I didn't use swordsmanship to fight you, I would have lost long ago.

At this moment, the guests also began to whisper among themselves.

Fu Yaoqin secretly glanced at Xie Xiaoyi, feeling extremely regretful for facilitating this sword competition.

Seeing that his face was pale but his posture was still upright, she felt even more admiration for Xie Xiaoyi.

Xie Xiaoyi wiped the sweat from his brow, not annoyed at all, but instead threw his head back and laughed, pointing his wooden sword directly at Su Mubai:

"joke!

The way of martial arts, though ever-changing, never deviates from its fundamental principles!

"Sword or knife, whatever can be used to defend against an enemy is a good move!"

After saying that, he added with an air of sophistication, "The path of martial arts is ultimately the same regardless of the route taken, so why be bound by formalities?"

Su Mubai was angered by his sophistry, his face darkened, and his anger intensified:

"Sharp-tongued and quick-witted!"

"Watch me cripple your 'all-encompassing, same-principle' unorthodox methods today!"

After saying that, he charged forward again with his sword, pouring his inner strength into the blade without reservation. The power was even greater than before, and every move was aimed at vital points!