Appeared.
The rare person under the heavens that would make Immortal Chaoyun avoid.
Experience tells Shi Qingjun that every ti she encounters Ah Qing this girl, it always brings incomprehensible trouble... In her eyes, Ah Qing is also an uncommunicative woman.
When both sides feel the other is difficult to communicate with, it wouldn’t just be a single girl’s problem.
At this mont, Ah Qing on the stage began her performance.
Shi Qingjun slightly covered her cheek with a veil, at this ti she looked at the woman on the stage and made an action akin to Wen Li shielding a scroll.
Ah Qing stood there, the sword in her hand glead, drawing all the girls’ attention to her.
With the recollection of swordsmanship, Ah Qing on the stage moved, with a gentle force of her wrist, the longsword slowly started to spin, exceedingly agile, as the sword light flashed, the sword in her hand spun faster and faster, the sword light reflecting, seeming to manifest a circle of light around her, rging with her stunning long dress.
The sword light drew an arc in the air, Ah Qing’s soft waist following the sword light bent back, but before landing, she twirled the sword into a flower, her figure under the cover of light and shadow appeared a few steps away.
It seed her entire being rged with the sword, flickering and moving on the stage.
At that mont, her temperant was like a soft sword, delicate, yet with an air of sharpness, but at tis seeming to transform into a soft ribbon, filled with feminine grace.
The longsword in her hand cut through the air in tight arcs, her excellent figure accompanying her body’s moves, outlined vividly on the stage – right now, Ah Qing was like a woman made of water, her every move seductive as if naturally alluring.
The crowd admired her dance, feeling as though lost in a dream.
How beautiful the dance, how enchanting the girl.
Her sword dance carried a rich, ancient atmosphere, vastly different from the girls of Flower Moon Building, with a very distinct personal aura.
As for the reason, of course, this sword dance originated from ancient tis.
Ah Qing utilized a bit of cultivation, just like in Zhu Pingniang’s impression, rely the open source realm’s smile application, but such simple operations made her sword light subtly integrate with the stage setting, lights, and reflections, allowing viewers’ minds to automatically fill in the picture.
On stage, sword light flickered like the sunset over the land, dance graceful, while the sword shadow in her hand resembled the calm waves on a river surface.
With a wave of hand, it was as if in this small stage, she displayed vast cloud seas, bright moons, heavenly skies, with sword light swirling between, further highlighting her sparkling eyes and fine figure.
The light and shadow dazzling, her figure transford into glass paving the ground, sword light made lamps, splendor lined the walls – such a dreamlike scene, even Ah Qing’s eyes, as they traced paths in the air like faint green ribbons, drifted in the air.
Ah Qing shifted and moved, casting a glance towards the high heavens montarily.
She didn’t know if Miss Yun would like such a sword dance, but she indeed had given her best effort to recall what she learned as a child and displayed it simply.
This sword dance could rge with the environnt ambiance, while accentuating her figure and gaze, further providing gossip, serving multiple wondrous purposes.
She now created a splendid scene, but just for the reason... it could completely be used to enhance interest in the married couple’s chamber, so very suitable for Miss Yun, it should make that Miss Yun’s heart move.
As for whether the young master would like it, Ah Qing thought it was not important.
Because the young master also uses a sword, even if he rely glanced, he would know she was sincere, would understand how this ’ordinary girl’ pays such effort for the sword dance, would indeed look at her differently...
That would be enough.
Ah Qing had learned the sword dance.
After all, she was not like Shi Qingjun who stepped into the cultivation realm and broke waves all along the way; as a half-demon, she had learned too many useless things and walked many winding roads during her youth, this seemingly man-attracting sword dance was one among them.
"..." Yun Qian watched attentively.
She thought it was very beautiful, and indeed as Ah Qing said, it was quite useful, her husband should like it.
But...
Yun Qian turned around only to find Xu Chang’an looking at her, evidently his focus had shifted from Ah Qing’s sword dance to her profile.
Why?
Yun Qian pondered for a mont, then understood the reason.
Because when Ah Qing shifted her posture, her figure was quite distinct, so he rely watched for a mont before pulling away.
Yun Qian’s thoughts were correct, Xu Chang’an indeed began to ’avoid suspicion’, even if he had a thick skin, he wouldn’t possibly close to a girl and pay attention to another woman’s sword dance scene.
Because he indeed was amazed.
Not because of Ah Qing’s looks, but because of the exquisite manner in which she used her sword... the control over sword light and sword shadow integrating with noble light and shadow, existing on a brothel girl, it’s hard not to admire.
To have practiced the sword dance to this level, Xu Chang’an didn’t know how much effort that girl who was lost in thought in the rain had put into.
He had long said, a person who strived should by no ans be mocked for their efforts.
A girl like Ah Qing who amazed him with a sword dance might be the distinctiveness of Flower Moon Building girls.
They were always positive and ambitious.
This emotion was just what Miss Yun lacked.
Xu Chang’an observed Yun Qian’s unwavering admiration of the sword dance, nodded slightly affirmatively.
Miss Yun liked it very much... not bad.
He slightly noted Ah Qing this girl, placing her alongside Liu Qingluo – reaching a level where Miss Yun could interact with her.
At the feast table, aside from Miss Lu imrsed in charm, several others were sowhat influenced by Ah Qing’s sword dance.
Including Wen Li.
’This manner of wielding the sword...’ Wen Li’s eyes reflected faint light, she noted all the paths of Ah Qing’s sword edge and point, vaguely sensing sothing taphysical.
That seed to be a realm she hadn’t yet touched upon.
How can it be like this.
Wen Li acutely noticed what Li Zhibai and Zhu Pingniang hadn’t discovered.
The half-demon girl on the stage... what was her identity?
"... This sword dance has so intrigue." Zhu Pingniang exclaid looking at Ah Qing: "Who taught her."
Li Zhibai was also a bit surprised, she had seen similar sword dances, but... such style should be quite dated... like the costics she designated for Zhu Pingniang, it should indeed be a product subrged in the flow of ti... yet unexpectedly, seen in a brothel.
But being an ancient dance is not particularly startling, a half-demon without chance opportunities wouldn’t live to Ah Qing’s age.
"There must be so kind of fortuitous encounter..."
"Indeed."
Zhu Pingniang nodded.
In a while when Ah Qing ends, she must go and ask well.
This sword dance was truly quite good.
Below the stage.
Shi Qingjun listened to the excited whispers from girls around who were amazed, slowly looking out the window.
Only the continuous drizzle could be seen, although the sky was gloomy, it was crystal clear – thus not an inner realm, nor a heart demon.
What she saw and heard was the most genuine reality.
"This girl, is she Ah Qing?" Shi Qingjun asked.
"That’s right, Sister Shi, she is Ah Qing." The girl beside her said with a look of admiration: "Ah, I’m... sowhat in love with her."
Shi Qingjun: "..."
She once more looked towards the stage.
Ah Qing’s long hair was casually tied with a light green ribbon, cascading down like a waterfall, wafting over a delicate willow waist, as the gentle breeze blew, strands fluttered, such elegance akin to a banished immortal descending into the world.
Completely different from what she recognized.
Not a woman, but a girl.
Standing tall with jade-like grace, fluent and splendid, the tightened waist highlighting the girl’s slender and graceful figure perfectly.
The slightly raised face was exquisitely translucent, skin like fine porcelain lips like cherry blossoms, Ah Qing rely quietly standing there seed like she would completely lt the girls of Flower Moon Building.
Cold, beautiful, alluring.
Utterly different from the troubleso woman in the abyss sea who wouldn’t listen to anyone.
"..."
Qing Jun occasionally also doubted life’s truths.
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