Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Fu Yaoqin raised her hand and gently punched Xie Xiaoyi:

"You, Xie Mo, your head is full of twisted logic, and you can even come up with sentences like this."

After speaking, she carefully savored the four lines of poetry again, and upon closer examination, her earlier shyness gradually transformed into a hint of amazement.

"A plum tree overshadowing a crabapple tree, how could you even think of that!"

Although it was spoken in the tone of a lecher, it was done with such nonchalance and unrestrained ease.

Fu Yaoqin looked up at Xie Xiaoyi, her eyes clear and bright, filled with genuine admiration.

"When others compose poems, they always like to pile up fancy words and pretend to be profound."

You, on the other hand, are straightforward and frank, yet you harbor a youthful rebellious spirit.

This saying, "Youth has its own wildness," perfectly describes you, doesn't it?

Even if the teacher heard such a sentence and punished the student by making them copy a book, he would surely be secretly impressed.

What an arrogant young man!

Xie Xiaoyi chuckled and started behaving inappropriately again.

"Yaoqin, do you feel even more affection for me now?"

"Take your hand away, my skin is all swollen, what... what are you doing?"

"What do you think? What else can we do?"

"You...you're like an ox! Aren't you afraid of getting tired?"

"I can work even harder!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a very soft knock came from outside the door: "Master, it's time to get up and wash."

Fu Yaoqin stiffened, hurriedly pushed Xie Xiaoyi away, and glared at him reproachfully as she looked at the clothes scattered on the bed:

"It's all your fault! What are we going to do?"

Xie Xiaoyi smiled slightly, gently pinched her flushed cheek with his fingers, and suddenly moved.

In the blink of an eye, the black outfit that had been scattered around the couch was now tightly wrapped around his body, so neat and tidy that there was not a trace of sloppiness.

"I can undress women just as fast as I can put them on!"

Before Fu Yaoqin could even blush with embarrassment, he had already slid to the window and pushed open half of it.

"Don't worry, I promise I won't let anyone find out."

Immediately afterwards, he used the "Swallow Turns the Clouds" light-foot technique to fly out of the window.

The branches outside the window swayed slightly, then returned to stillness.

Fu Yaoqin gazed at the empty window, her small hands clenching slightly, but a faint smile appeared on her lips.

The maid beside her assumed she was annoyed that the morning breeze was disturbing her dressing, and whispered:

"Master, it's windy, should we close the windows?"

"No need, this wind...it's actually quite nice. Why don't you help me?"

The maidservant stepped forward and helped Fu Yaoqin with her hair and makeup.

Fu Yaoqin looked at her flushed cheeks in the bronze mirror and suddenly noticed a faint red mark on her collarbone. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly covered it with her clothes.

He glanced furtively at the maid and, finding that she hadn't seen him, felt relieved.

Blame him.

Yesterday, while we were kissing, she kept insisting that it was some kind of strawberry. I didn't even know what a strawberry was.

I really don't know where he gets all these new words from, yet he says them in such a shameless and seductive way.

The tenderness of last night still seemed to flow in Fu Yaoqin's heart, and she suddenly chuckled softly.

So this is what it's like to be a woman.

The maid beside her was tying up the last strand of her hair when she glanced up and saw her mistress in the bronze mirror blushing and then smiling. She was stunned.

What's wrong with the shop owner?

The expression on his face kept changing, probably eight times in total.

Could it be that I was affected by the morning breeze and became possessed by some evil spirit?

......

When Xie Xiaoyi returned to the inn, his steps were a little unsteady.

He shook his head, smiled knowingly, leaned back on the bed, and chuckled, resting his head on his arm.

snort!

woman!

Once you've tasted the sweetness of love, the soft, charming femininity deep within you will eventually be impossible to hide.

Fu Yaoqin looks reserved, but she's so charming in bed. All my efforts to win her over were worthwhile.

Just as Xie Xiaoyi was laughing heartily, he glanced sideways at the "Viewing the Vast Ocean" sign on the bedside table, and the words "sword duel" suddenly popped into his mind.

Su Mubai's face was ashen, and his words, "Three days later, I will challenge you with my sword," were resounding.

The smile froze on his lips.

Xie Xiaoyi slapped his forehead and cursed inwardly, "Damn it, I got carried away."

Previously, Su Mubai was at the peak of the fourth rank, and a fast sword forced him to rely on drugs and movement techniques to deal with the situation.

Now the other side is coming with real swords...

Xie Xiaoyi suddenly sat up and raised his hand to circulate his internal energy.

A surge of true energy, far more powerful than ever before, churned within his dantian, flowing through his meridians to his limbs and bones.

Fifth rank!

He has now reached a genuine fifth-grade cultivation level!

What am I afraid of?

Xie Xiaoyi's eyes lit up, and most of his previous worries dissipated.

The difference between fourth and fifth rank, though only one rank, is like heaven and earth; the strength of their internal energy is on completely different levels.

Why should I be afraid?

But then I thought again, Su Mubai's fast swordsmanship was already famous, and his swordsmanship was far superior to mine.

Even if my cultivation level is slightly better, I'm afraid I still won't have the upper hand in a swordsmanship contest.

I doubt I can beat him with just one move, "Sword One, Gale".

The reason he was able to win before was entirely because he was drugged, but now...

Xie Xiaoyi frowned, took out the yellowed "Eight Styles of Swords" from under his pillow, and unconsciously turned to the last page, "Laughing at the Mortal World".

Cultivate your inner strength and build up your power; conceal your sharpness and keep your strength hidden. The longer you endure, the stronger you become.

Previously, when practicing swordsmanship, I only felt that this move was mysterious and profound. Now that my internal strength has surged, when I look at this line of small characters again, I suddenly feel enlightened.

The first seven moves of Kenpachi all rely on the trajectory of true energy to propel the techniques, but Laughing at the Mortal World does the opposite.

Cultivate true qi through techniques, and store sword power with true qi.

If this move is truly that exaggerated, then with Kenpachi's internal energy circulation technique...

He allowed his fifth-grade internal energy to circulate continuously within his body, accumulating sword momentum to its peak, at which point he would unleash the sword.

Even if Su Mubai's sword is sharp, how can it withstand it?

Xie Xiaoyi was overjoyed. He jumped out of bed, picked up the wooden sword carved by Hua Lingshu, and headed straight for the city gates.

The spring days were long, and the warm breeze carried the sweet fragrance of flowers and trees along the street, leading him toward the stream.

Xie Xiaoyi stood on the blue stone with his sword on his back, abandoning all distracting thoughts, and guided the internal energy in his dantian to flow slowly according to Jian Ba's method of circulating qi.

The vital energy flows along the meridians and returns to the right arm, repeating the cycle endlessly.

At first, he only felt his internal energy flowing smoothly. Gradually, a faint sword intent rose from his body and was hidden on his right hand, silently.

Before long, Xie Xiaoyi felt his sword intent suddenly surge forth in his right hand, like spring water breaking through ice and gushing out, all of it flowing into the wooden sword.

"Kenpachi - Laughing at the Mortal World!"

As he uttered the low shout, he swung his sword with his right hand and slashed fiercely down at the stream!

"boom!"

The wind howled, sending pebbles flying from both banks, and a sword aura shot out, striking the water's surface.

The stream burst open with a roar, sending sprays of water ten feet high into the sky.

The sword energy cleaved a gap over ten feet wide in the middle of the river.

The water from upstream surged down, crashing into the breach with a roar, before slowly receding and resuming its flow after a long while.

Xie Xiaoyi sheathed his sword and stood there, feeling a slight numbness in his right hand, his eyes filled with surprise.

That sword strike... was incredibly powerful.

turn out to be--

This "Laughing at the Mortal World" technique truly requires nurturing and building up power before its real strength can be revealed.

On the third day, I arrived early to prepare my sword and build up my strength, taking advantage of the opportune moment. Why would I need to fear Su Mubai?

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