She had been fascinated by the way of swordsmanship ever since she saw the handsome swordsman draw his sword that day, feeling that her eyesight was superior to others, and she couldn't help but think about learning it.

  The clanging of gold and iron came through the noise, with a warm tone, apparently the swordsmen were practicing. The warning words of Yuán Liǎn's seventeen were still in his ears, but Wei Luó thought about it repeatedly and felt that no matter what, he should try it out anyway.

  No matter when, people can only rely on themselves. There has never been a time like now that makes Weiruo feel the importance of personal martial power.

  Wei Luo turned around a shaded path and a stone pavilion, and a large area paved with bluestones appeared before her eyes. This flat ground was near the left corner, where a large stone was piled up, on which three words were carved out with a sword, "Martial Arts Arena".

  On the flat ground of over a thousand square meters, hundreds of swordsmen either sat or stood. These swordsmen were divided into three groups: one group wore silk clothes, one group wore hemp clothes, and another group also wore hemp clothes but was barefoot.

  Each pile of swordsmen formed a group, each surrounding themselves in a circle, some mutually honing their skills, others practicing alone.

  Wei Luo's eyes shifted and she saw the handsome swordsman with his arms around a large elm tree in the embroidered uniform team.

  This man was the only one among the swordsmen that Wei Luo was familiar with, so she naturally looked at him.

  Wei Luo turned her head and carefully observed the surroundings. She found that from time to time, a head would pop out of the forest around the flat ground. These were mostly young men and women dressed as servants, who like Wei Luo, had shining eyes, being extremely careful and envious as they watched the swordsmen.

  The presence of these onlookers seemed to be quite clear to the swordsmen, and they even appeared to be slightly pleased. Wei Luo saw that there were many people who, like himself, were sneaking a peek, so he put his mind at ease and focused on watching the two swordsmen in hemp clothing and bare feet who were currently engaged in a fierce battle.

  The two swordsmen's you-attack-I-retreat sword moves, although Wei Luo couldn't understand them, she could see them clearly. She could clearly see how each sword move started, how it moved through the air, and how it attacked.

  The two swordsmen were evenly matched, clashing with a loud clang, and the places they attacked were all on each other's chest.

  Two men faced each other, sword after sword stabbing at each other's chest, only to be blocked again and again. After exchanging over a dozen moves, they were still evenly matched, with no signs of cunning or clever tricks.

  Wei Luo watched and understood that with such a sword move, the stronger one would have the upper hand. No wonder Yuan Lian said that swords required tall and sturdy people to wield them.

  Wei Luo stared unblinkingly at the scene before her when a faint tinkling sound came from afar.

  The sound of Ling's voice grew louder and louder, and in a short while, four or five beautifully dressed women appeared on the martial arts field.

  These four or five beauties all wore long trailing skirts that swept the ground, had slender waists and lovely faces, with a light dusting of powder on their cheeks.

  Behind these beauties, each followed by four or five maidservants. This adds up to a total of twenty people, a grand and impressive procession.

  The beauties did not come to the place where the swordsmen were practicing martial arts, but stopped under the shade of a tree fifty steps away from them.

  As soon as they stopped, several maidservants hurriedly set up a mat under the tree shade, put out a few low tables, brought out fine wine, lifted whole sheep and chickens, then began to cut them into pieces, placed them in earthenware bowls, and presented them before the ladies.

  When the four beauties knelt on the couch, the maids had already lit the incense burners.

  Wei Luo stared blankly at the scene, watching for a long time without understanding why these beauties had run to this martial arts arena and set up this formation. Could it be that today was a special holiday and these swordsmen were going to perform a program?

  Just as Wei Luo was puzzled, she caught a glimpse of the handsome swordsman who had helped her before, and several barefooted swordsmen whose faces changed slightly.

  Faintly, Wei Luo heard them hum a soft tune. Amidst the humming, the sound of long swords being sheathed was heard, and those swordsmen simultaneously put away their swords, adjusted their clothes, and astonishingly turned around and left without saying another word.

  But unlike them, there are some swordsmen, especially among the Mōri clan's red-footed swordsmen, who, upon seeing beautiful people arrive, would immediately perk up, take off their outer coats, reveal their muscular upper bodies, and issue challenges to those around them while showing off their physiques.

  Among these people, there were also several men with handsome faces and tall, strong physiques.

  Wei Luo saw this and thought, "Isn't it obvious? These four beauties are here to watch the commotion, but also to check out the men. Those who turned their noses up and left must be proud and aloof, with their own pursuits. And those who stayed behind must have taken a liking to the beauties?"

  In the arena, as soon as the handsome swordsman who had helped Wei Luo left, several admiring gazes followed him. Even the beautiful women sitting under the big tree would occasionally glance at him.

  The swordsman gradually walked towards Wei Luo's direction. When he met Wei Luo's eyes, he only glanced at her for a moment before walking onto the small path beside her.

  Wei Luo hastily stepped forward two steps, closely following behind him, with hands clasped together, and said loudly: "Wei Luo thanks you for saving his life!"

  Wei Luo's voice was calm and clear, and Qing Jun, a handsome swordsman, stopped in his tracks upon hearing it. He turned around to look at Wei Luo.

  He stared at him, his eyes fixed on Weiruo's, and suddenly realized, "Is it you, little one?"

  "However, it is indeed a small person."

  The handsome swordsman's mouth curled up with a smile, saying: "You are young in years, but facing the strong can be handled calmly, enough to be called a husband. The matter of helping each other that day does not need to be remembered."

  He had a very good impression of Weiruo, with a smile in his eyes, and then asked: "Do you have a name?"

  "My surname is Wei and my name is Luo."

  "Is your surname Wei? The surname of the country that guards the nation?"

  "No, I am a Yue person."

  Wei Luo said these words with reverence and took a few steps closer to the handsome swordsman, clasped his hands together again, and asked: "May I ask how you would like to be addressed?"

  The handsome swordsman did not answer immediately, he raised his eyes to meet the gaze of the women who were staring at him foolishly, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and said in a low voice to Wei Luo: "Shall we walk and talk?"

  "Yes."

  Two people walked forward along the shaded path.

  The handsome swordsman replied, "My surname is Gao, and my name is Yi. What happened that day was only right, and I should not have been spared by the two of you."

  The last sentence, Gao Yi said firmly and naturally, Wei Luo listened to it and knew that he was speaking from the heart, in his opinion, if you can't be then you can't be.

  Wei Luo smiled and replied, "For Gao Da Ge, it's a matter of course. For Wei Luo, all you need to do is watch from the sidelines for a moment, just like everyone else. Who knows, your life might be in danger." After a pause, she bowed deeply and said in a clear voice, "Please accept my respects, Big Brother."

  Gao Yi didn't dodge this time and accepted her bow graciously.

  Wei Luo stood up straight and looked at him seriously, saying: "Gao brother, that day you drew your sword like the wind, others all admired brother's sword moves as unpredictable. But Wei Luo had some doubts."

  Wei Luo said it very casually, but her eyes were seriously observing Gao Yi's reaction. When she said this, Gao Yi still had a calm face, neither displeased nor curious.

  Wei Luo paused for a moment, then continued: "At that time, I saw Big Brother thrust forward with one sword, but the sword produced two residual shadows. When it finally stabbed into the person's throat, it seemed like a stream of air preceded the sword and entered the throat first, causing the Adam's apple to shatter instantly!"

  Wei Luo said a sentence, and Gao Yi suddenly raised his head, staring at her with fixed eyes!

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