Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,

Fu Yaoqin's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes held a hint of intoxication.

She leaned on Xie Xiaoyi's shoulder, her fingers gently twirling the tie on his shirt. Her eyes were hazy with intoxication, and she was so beautiful that it was impossible to look away. She was both delicate and soft.

Xie Xiaoyi couldn't hold back any longer. He reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, then lightly lifted her into the air with his toes.

"ah--"

Fu Yaoqin gasped in surprise, instinctively wrapping her arms around Xie Xiaoyi's neck and pressing her cheek against his chest, her heart pounding like a drum.

The evening breeze swept by, lifting the curtains under the eaves.

Xie Xiaoyi lightly touched the railing of the corridor with his toes, then leaped forward, flying straight towards the half-open window on the second floor.

The glass window sill made a soft thud as the two landed steadily beside the soft couch inside the room.

Xie Xiaoyi gently placed Fu Yaoqin on the couch, leaned down to look at her, the playfulness in his eyes faded, replaced by a burning passion.

Fu Yaoqin looked up at him, her chest heaving, her breath carrying the scent of wine.

Suddenly, he reached out and hooked Xie Xiaoyi's collar, gently pulling him closer to himself.

really.

Once a woman accepts you, she will no longer be reserved.

Xie Xiaoyi chuckled softly and leaned down to kiss Fu Yaoqin's lips.

As their lips mingled, his fingers brushed against the sash at her waist, and the plain knot loosened gently, like a willow branch untied in spring.

The evening breeze wafted in through the window, stirring the curtains and causing Fu Yaoqin's white undershirt to slip off her shoulder, revealing a section of her alabaster neck.

Xie Xiaoyi placed his palm on Fu Yaoqin's back and slowly moved upwards, inch by inch, pulling the thin gauze dress down to her armpits.

Fu Yaoqin was completely captivated. She reached out and hooked her arm around Xie Xiaoyi's neck, burying her face in his chest.

Feeling ecstatic, as if dying, I no longer know what heaven and earth are.

Fu Yaoqin felt a warm current flowing through her limbs and bones, so comfortable that she almost sighed out loud.

That warm current was Xie Xiaoyi's dual cultivation technique, the true energy of the "Harmony Qi Technique".

He was using Fu Yaoqin to solidify his fifth-grade cultivation.

After an unknown amount of time, Xie Xiaoyi slowly withdrew his inner energy, looked down at the peaceful sleeping face of the person in his arms, and a gentle smile appeared on his lips.

He gently placed Fu Yaoqin in the brocade quilt, tucked her in, and whispered:

"Sister Yaoqin, I'm going back to the inn."

......

The night was as dark as ink. Xie Xiaoyi bid farewell to Fu Yaoqin and walked towards the inn under the moonlight.

A figure in black robes swept past the high walls and tiled eaves; the sound of the wind rustling through the fabric had barely subsided when…

A lighter shadow slipped out from the dense shade of the old locust tree at the alley entrance, as fast as a ghost.

The man was right in front of him in the blink of an eye, his right index finger pointing straight at his brow, the movement was ridiculously fast.

Xie Xiaoyi was startled, never expecting his opponent to be so fast. He suddenly pushed off the ground with his toes.

He used the Swallow Turning Clouds Lightness Skill to leap out diagonally, barely avoiding the finger that was aimed straight at his brow.

But as soon as he stood still, a chill ran down the back of his neck—

The finger followed him like a shadow; as soon as his front foot dodged, his back foot followed, the fingertip stopping just three inches from the side of his neck.

Xie Xiaoyi felt a tightness in his chest, then gathered his inner strength and slid to the side for about ten feet.

But the finger remained as persistent as a bone-deep infection; the moment one foot touched the ground, the finger's attack would follow.

He was forced to leave no room to breathe and could only move around awkwardly.

Finally, Xie Xiaoyi used all his strength to barely avoid the opponent's finger.

Taking advantage of that gap, he flipped his wrist, and Guan Canghai was already unsheathed. The sword wind cleaved through the night and slashed straight at that shadow.

"Ding!"

With a soft click, the blade was firmly held in place by a withered finger.

Xie Xiaoyi's pupils dilated in shock. He felt a surge of powerful internal energy flowing through the sword, making his hands go numb and nearly causing him to drop the sword.

He gritted his teeth, spun around, and leaped three zhang (approximately 10 meters) with his toes barely touching the ground, his move changing abruptly: "Sword One, Gale!"

With a single, swift strike, Guan Canghai's sword tip shot towards the figure.

However, the opponent did not move, but flicked the sword with his fingertips. The Guan Canghai sword was like hitting a copper wall and iron wall, and its force dissipated instantly.

Xie Xiaoyi was greatly surprised, he really couldn't guess who in Qingjiang City had such cultivation.

He was now at least a fifth-grade cultivator, yet he was beaten so badly by a single finger.

He gritted his teeth and immediately...

"Sword Two, Break Wood!"

"JX3, Armor Break!"

"Sword Four, Split Stone!"

He unleashed three moves in quick succession, each stronger and more ferocious than the last. His sword energy crisscrossed, shattering and scattering the surrounding earthen bricks.

But the figure stood with his hands behind his back, effortlessly deflecting all of his attacks with just a single finger.

With fingertips pointing, flicking, plucking, and pressing, seemingly casual movements, they all effectively controlled the vital points of Xie Xiaoyi's sword techniques.

Xie Xiaoyi felt like a child; in the face of absolute power, all his moves were just fancy footwork.

Finally, he exerted all his strength, turning Guan Canghai into an impenetrable curtain of swords, but the figure only swayed and had already closed in on him.

A cool finger gently touched his brow.

The sword energy abruptly stopped, and Xie Xiaoyi's internal energy froze instantly, even his breathing stopped.

He could clearly feel that the opponent's internal force at his fingertips was enough to pierce through his skull, yet he deliberately left some room for maneuver, without any killing intent.

A cherry blossom was swept down by the night breeze and landed on Xie Xiaoyi's hair.

He looked up and, by the dim moonlight, made out the person's face—

With a flushed face, a hint of alcohol in his eyes and brows, and a gourd of wine in his hand, he was the old man who sold him the "Eight Sword Styles".

Xie Xiaoyi's tense body suddenly relaxed, his longsword falling limply, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Master, it's you...?"

After discovering the secret of "Kenpachi", he guessed that the old man who sold the manual must be no ordinary person, and might be pretending to be weak to deceive others. As it turned out, he was right.

However, the only thing Xie Xiaoyi couldn't have imagined was that this old man's martial arts skills were so formidable.

That person was Hua Youwu. During the day, he heard the fortune teller Xie Daoyun talk about a young boy who used "Sword Eight, Laughing at the Mortal World".

Hearing that he was the apprentice of his nephew Hua Tianyi, he became curious and decided to test him out.

Hua Youwu raised an eyebrow, flicked his wrist, brought the gourd he was holding to his lips, and tilted his head back to take a big gulp.

His fingers remained pressed against Xie Xiaoyi's brow, the pressure light yet heavy, like a mountain pressing down on him, making it impossible for him to move.

"Are you Hua Tianyi's apprentice?"

"Uh...yes."

"Then I'm not your grandpa? Call me Grandmaster Uncle, I'm Hua Tianyi's uncle."

"Master's uncle-master?" Xie Xiaoyi's pupils suddenly contracted, and his mind went blank.

He's actually Master's uncle?

I go.

No wonder I vaguely saw my master's shadow when I first met him.

No wonder people say that nephews are like their uncles and daughters are like their aunts; there's definitely some truth to that.

Hua Youwu withdrew the finger that had been pressing against his forehead, hung the wine gourd on his waist, and turned to leave.

"What are you standing there for? Come with me."

Xie Xiaoyi dared not slack off and quickly followed.

What he didn't know was that this encounter led to the "Dragon Tail Swing" move, which he had learned, being perfected and developed in his own hands.

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The dragon's tail sweep was no ordinary feat.

He used his kung fu on his younger brother.

The fierce wind melts into warmth.

He secretly transformed his strength into tenderness.