Devour: Can you also draw entries from clone projection worlds?

The two walked downstream along the mountain stream for about an hour until they reached a small town. The town was small, with only one main street and a few shops.

You lead Mu Wanqing into a clothing store. The shopkeeper is a plump woman in her fifties. When she sees Mu Wanqing walking in wearing a man's robe, her eyes light up.

"Young lady, are you here to buy clothes? Come, come, I have all kinds of clothes here. Look at this one... bright red, it's very festive!" The plump auntie pulled a bright red embroidered dress off the rack and held it up against Mu Wanqing.

Mu Wanqing frowned: "No red."

"And this one? It's a bright, pale yellow!"

"No, not either."

"Then...this light blue one?"

Mu Wanqing looked at it and nodded.

The plump auntie pulled out several more plain-colored dresses, which Mu Wanqing tried on one by one. In the end, she chose three: one light blue, one moon white, and one lotus root color.

You paid the money and then took her to buy boots, a comb, a bronze mirror, and some odds and ends.

Mu Wanqing had never bought these things before. She grew up in the mountains and always wore coarse cloth clothes made by her master, no, her mother. She didn't even have a decent piece of clothing.

Holding several new clothes, she had an indescribable joy on her face, but she was too embarrassed to show it, so she kept a straight face, only her eyes betrayed her.

Looking at her, trying not to laugh, you suddenly felt a striking contrast; perhaps... that's part of some people's charm.

After leaving the clothing shop, you went to the blacksmith shop and bought two swords.

One is for your own use, a three-foot-long sword of moderate weight; the other is for Mu Wanqing, shorter and lighter than yours, with silver thread wrapped around the hilt, making it look much more delicate.

Mu Wanqing took the sword, drew it out and glanced at it. The sword was gleaming and the blade was sharp.

With a flick of her wrist, she executed a sword flourish, the blade humming in the air.

"A fine sword," she said, then looked up at you, and finally couldn't help but smile.

"As expected," you thought to yourself, "Mu Wanqing is no ordinary young girl; these martial arts-related things are quite necessary."

The two spent the night at an inn in town.

The next day, when the sun was high in the sky, you went to buy a horse. It wasn't Mu Wanqing's Black Rose; Black Rose hadn't come with you this time. Since you weren't planning to go back to get it, you could only buy an ordinary chestnut horse in town.

Mu Wanqing was an excellent rider; her movements as she mounted the horse were swift and decisive. The chestnut horse stood obediently beneath her, motionless.

You don't know how to ride a horse, not that you can't, but that you haven't ridden one much.

You've spent twenty years in the world of Swordsman, mostly on Mount Hua, and you always walk down the mountain, never riding a horse.

He spent nine years in the world of Tian Long Ba Bu, the first eight of which were spent on Wuliang Mountain, and he never rode a horse.

Standing beside the chestnut horse, gripping the reins, you can't help but feel a sense of bewilderment.

Mu Wanqing glanced at you and couldn't help but laugh.

This is the first time she has laughed out loud in front of you, not a faint smile, but a genuine, heartfelt laugh.

Her laughter was very clear and crisp, her eyes curved into crescent moons, and two dimples were deeply embedded in her cheeks.

"You can't ride a horse?" she asked.

"No." You honestly admit it, though it's a little embarrassing, but you think it should be... normal, right?

Mu Wanqing laughed even more happily. She jumped off her horse, walked to your side, and taught you step by step: put your left foot in the stirrup, grab the saddle with your right hand, lean forward, and flip over with force.

You did as instructed, clumsily climbing onto the horse's back, sitting crookedly like a penguin that can't fly.

Mu Wanqing laughed again, this time bending over with laughter. Watching her laugh, you couldn't help but laugh too.

"What are you laughing at?" you said. "I'm just learning, aren't I?"

"Okay, okay, you can learn." Mu Wanqing wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "Get down first, I'll guide you."

You dismounted, and Mu Wanqing mounted first, then reached out and pulled you up as well.

She sat in front, and you sat behind her. She held the reins, and you had your arms around her waist; it was very soft.

The chestnut horse snorted and started walking forward at a leisurely pace.

"Hold on tight," Mu Wanqing said.

Upon hearing this, you tightened your arms without hesitation.

Yes, her waist is very slender; you can feel its suppleness even through her clothes. When the wind blows, you can also smell a faint scent of soapberry.

The two men and one horse traveled north along the official road.

It takes more than two months to travel from Dali to Suzhou by official road. You are not in a hurry, so you are traveling very slowly.

I walked thirty or forty miles every day, stopping to stay for two days in places with beautiful scenery, and strolling around in bustling towns. It was a good way to give myself a proper vacation.

Mu Wanqing had never traveled far from home, or rather, she had never paid attention to the things around her, and she was curious about everything.

When she sees someone selling candied hawthorns by the roadside, she wants to buy a skewer to try; when she sees a boat on the river, she wants to walk a few steps along the edge of the boat to try it out; when she sees someone performing on the street, she wants to squeeze in and watch the excitement.

You let her have her way, since you have money anyway, not money you earned, but money you plundered from those wicked people.

Over the years you've "hunted" quite a few villains, each time taking their gold, silver, and valuables with you. It's accumulated into a considerable sum, enough for you to live on for a long time.

Along the way, you taught Mu Wanqing how to practice swordsmanship.

Mu Wanqing has a good foundation in swordsmanship. Her mother, Qin Hongmian, although not a top-notch martial artist, still put a lot of effort into teaching her daughter.

Her swordsmanship is characterized by its fierce and powerful strikes, but it lacks variety and becomes insufficient against true masters.

You break down the sword techniques you've practiced for twenty years in the world of Swordsman and teach them to her move by move.

You didn't teach her specific moves, but rather the "principles"—why this sword strike should be used this way, where the flaws in this move are, and how to change moves to make the opponent unable to defend against them.

Mu Wanqing learned very quickly. She grew up in the mountains and had a simple mind with few distractions, so she learned things faster than those who were smart.

You teach her the basics of "Sword Mind Clarity," which isn't a technical term, but rather your understanding of the sword.

You have her practice swordsmanship with her eyes closed, focusing on feeling the weight of the sword, its balance, and the resistance it experiences in the air.

This is also an attempt on your part; try and see if the power of keywords can be conveyed to others in some special way.

At first, she was very uncomfortable, and she swung her sword with her eyes closed, almost cutting herself several times.

After practicing for a few days, she gradually got the hang of it. The sword in her hands was no longer just a piece of iron, but an extension of herself.

She could make the sword go wherever she wanted, without needing to consciously control it anymore.

"You're a genius," you exclaimed sincerely.

Mu Wanqing rolled her eyes at you: "You're only just realizing that?"

The two traveled at a leisurely pace, stopping frequently along the way, and it took them two months to reach Suzhou.

It was already late autumn. Autumn comes later in Jiangnan than in Dali. The leaves were just beginning to turn yellow, and the air was filled with the sweet fragrance of osmanthus.

You found a small village by Taihu Lake and rented a house with a yard.

The house wasn't big, with three main rooms, a kitchen, and an osmanthus tree in the yard. A layer of petals had fallen onto the stone table under the tree.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, you can see the surface of Taihu Lake, shimmering in the sunlight, with several small hills in the distance covered with tea plantations.

Mu Wanqing stood at the gate of the courtyard, gazing at the scenery of Taihu Lake, and remained stunned for a long while.

"Is it pretty?" you ask.

"It's beautiful," she said, then turned to look at you. "Shall we live here from now on?"

"Okay. You can stay here for now. If you like it, I'll buy the house."

Mu Wanqing didn't answer, but simply reached out and took your hand.

After settling down, the two lived a simple and peaceful life, day after day.

Every day, you practice your swordplay by Taihu Lake until the sun is high in the sky, and Mu Wanqing practices with you—yes, seriously.

In the morning you teach her swordsmanship and movement techniques, and in the afternoon she teaches you horseback riding and cooking.

Although her cooking skills aren't great, they're better than yours; at least she can cook rice properly and avoid burning the vegetables.

In the evening, the two sat under the osmanthus tree in the courtyard, drinking tea, chatting, and gazing at the stars, enjoying the open sky.

When you were in the mood, you told Mu Wanqing many stories, not your own stories, but stories from this world.

You tell us how Qiao Feng fought against a hundred men at Juxian Manor, how Xu Zhu solved the Zhenlong Chess Game and inherited Wu Yazi's internal energy, and how Duan Yu used the Six Meridian Divine Sword to defeat Murong Fu at Shaoshi Mountain.

You told these stories so vividly that Mu Wanqing listened with rapt attention.

"Is everything you're saying true? But how do you know all this? Especially since some of these things haven't even happened yet," she asked.

You smiled and said, "I've said it before, I know a lot of things."

Mu Wanqing didn't ask any more questions. She was a smart woman and knew that some things shouldn't be asked.

Spring has arrived. The willows along Taihu Lake have sprouted new buds, and peach blossoms are blooming all over the mountains.

You planted a few vegetable patches in the yard, and Mu Wanqing raised a few chickens; life was quite ordinary.

No one knows you are martial arts masters, and no one cares who you are.

But... you still practice your skills every day without fail.

The Northern Darkness True Qi circulated slowly within his body, becoming increasingly abundant and refined.

With the blessing of "Sword Heart Clarity", your swordsmanship has reached a level that even you yourself cannot explain.

When you draw your sword—you can't feel the sword's presence, only the intent.

When the mind is focused, the sword will follow.

When the intention is there, the enemy falls.

As for the entries, with the tenth anniversary approaching, you're really looking forward to this entry draw; the "ten-pull guarantee" is something you've proven before.