The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

yard.

Wang Long slowly circulated his spiritual energy, looked at Qin Minglan, and said in a deep voice.

"Before I teach you, Miss, you can experience the power of this sword technique for yourself."

Qin Minglan nodded excitedly.

"No problem, come on, I'm ready!"

Watching a game from a distance is completely different from experiencing it firsthand.

At this moment, Qin Minglan completely believed that Wang Long was going to teach her sword techniques.

Without realizing it, her attitude towards Wang Long improved significantly, without her even noticing.

Wang Long nodded, stretched out his hand, and opened his palm.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the Zhuxian Sword embryo trembled slightly, and a wisp of sharp sword energy separated from it, flowing along his meridians to his palm.

Wang Long opened his eyes, palms facing up, fingers slowly spreading.

A wisp of invisible and intangible sword energy escaped from his palm. Although it was weak, it carried a sharpness that sent chills down one's spine.

Sword energy condensed in the air; although invisible, its presence could be clearly felt.

Like an invisible sword, it hung between the two of them.

Qin Minglan's pupils contracted instantly.

She sensed it.

That sharpness was even clearer and purer than it had been in the arena earlier.

That wasn't ordinary sword energy.

Rather, it is a higher level of power.

She instinctively took a half step back, then stopped, her almond-shaped eyes filled with shock.

"Old Dong... Wang Long, this is..."

"The Sword Qi of Breaking Illusion in the Void".

Wang Long smiled and nodded, then closed his five fingers and withdrew the sword energy back into his body.

"I wonder if this sword technique is worthy of the young lady calling me 'Master'?"

Qin Minglan fell silent.

She stared at Wang Long's palm, her eyes flickering, as if savoring the sharpness she had just felt.

Qin Minglan had selected all sorts of spiritual techniques from the Marquis's mansion's treasury, so she had very high standards.

She could sense that Wang Long's "Tai Xu Po Wang Sword Technique" surpassed all the spiritual techniques she had ever seen.

After a long internal struggle, she slowly raised her head, looked at Wang Long, and made up her mind!

They've already kissed, what good will calling him "Master" do?!

Qin Minglan's lips moved, but no sound came out.

Wang Long didn't urge him, but stood quietly, his back slightly hunched, looking humble.

Qin Minglan took a deep breath, looked at Wang Long, and parted her lips slightly.

"division......"

Her face turned bright red as soon as she uttered the first word.

Looking at her adorable appearance, Wang Long found it quite amusing.

This little devil, making her call me "master" is more painful than killing her.

Qin Minglan bit her lip, took several deep breaths, and finally squeezed out the last two words.

"...Master."

The sound was very soft, almost inaudible, and was squeezed out from between his teeth.

After she shouted, her face turned even redder, as if it were about to bleed.

Wang Long was secretly pleased, but dared not show it on his face, and simply bowed slightly.

"Young Miss, you flatter this old servant. I cannot accept such praise."

"you--"

Qin Minglan stomped her feet in anger.

"I've already shouted, what more do you want?!"

Wang Long quickly waved his hand.

"This old servant dares not, but according to ancestral teachings, one must perform the ritual of three kneelings and nine kowtows, and offer tea when becoming a disciple..."

"You wish!"

Qin Minglan interrupted him, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, her teeth clenched.

"You want me to kneel down and serve you tea? You're dreaming!"

Wang Long wisely kept quiet.

He knew that getting this little darling to kiss him and call him "Master" was already the limit.

Three kneelings and nine kowtows to offer tea?

That's for later.

Not urgent.

Wang Long secretly vowed that one day he would make Qin Minglan kneel before him willingly and respectfully call him Master.

Then serve your master well!

He glanced at Qin Minglan's puffed-up face, decided not to provoke this little devil anymore, and immediately announced.

"Since you've called me 'Master,' this old servant will humbly teach you a few moves."

Qin Minglan's eyes lit up, and the embarrassment on her face was instantly replaced by excitement.

"Then hurry up and teach me!"

Wang Long nodded, slowly walked to Qin Minglan's side, and extended his hand to her.

"Young Miss, please extend your hand."

Qin Minglan looked at him suspiciously.

"What are you doing?"

"Naturally, I'll teach you how to hold a sword."

Qin Minglan hesitated for a moment, but still extended her hand.

Wang Long held her hand, his rough palm pressed against her delicate, white, and soft hand, which was very pleasing to the eye.

"Holding a sword is not like clenching a fist; it should be both relaxed and tense. Too tense and it becomes stiff; too loose and it becomes unstable."

As Wang Long spoke, he adjusted the position of her fingers.

Rough fingertips slid between her fingers, occasionally brushing against her palm.

Qin Minglan frowned, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, but didn't say anything.

"so?"

She tried to shake it.

"No, the index finger needs to be moved forward a little more."

Wang Long's fingers pushed forward along her index finger, the pads of his fingers brushing against her knuckles, the touch delicate and smooth.

Qin Minglan frowned even more, but still didn't say anything.

"The middle finger also needs adjustment, as does the ring finger..."

Wang Long's fingers wandered over her hand, from her index finger to her middle finger, from her middle finger to her ring finger, and then back to her index finger from her little finger.

Round and round, at a leisurely pace.

Qin Minglan finally couldn't hold back any longer, abruptly pulled her hand back, and punched Wang Long on the shoulder.

"Bang!"

Wang Long was knocked back two steps, his shoulder feeling sore and numb.

That little brat has such a bad temper.

"Old man, haven't you had enough?!"

Qin Minglan's almond-shaped eyes widened, her cheeks flushed, whether from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to tell.

Wang Long rubbed his shoulders, looking completely innocent.

"Young lady, this old servant was merely teaching you how to hold a sword, please don't misunderstand..."

"you--"

Qin Minglan was so angry she couldn't speak. She raised her fist again, pouted, and waved it at Wang Long.

Does this old man think I'm stupid?

Wang Long quickly raised his hands in surrender, his face full of grievance.

"Young Miss, this old servant is innocent! Think about it, this sword technique is very profound. Can you learn it just by talking about it? You must be taught hand in hand to pass it on quickly and well."

"This is how my family's sword technique has been taught for many years."

He paused, then spoke with a serious expression and righteous indignation.

"This is a perfectly legitimate exchange of knowledge and skills between master and disciple. Young Miss, could you please not think of this old servant in such a despicable way?"

"you--"

Qin Minglan pointed at his nose, her fingers trembling, yet she couldn't utter a word in rebuttal.

"Since the young lady is unwilling, then this old servant will not teach her."

Wang Long sighed and made a move to turn around and go back into the house.

"Stop right there!"

Qin Minglan panicked and grabbed his sleeve.

Wang Long had his back to her, a slight smile playing on his lips, which he quickly suppressed, before turning back around with an innocent expression.

"Is there anything else, young lady?"

Qin Minglan bit her lip, her almond-shaped eyes filled with struggle.

She took a deep breath and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth.

"Teach! Keep teaching!"

"I...I won't resist!"