A Master Like This, Whom I Had Never Seen
When Bai Luoming went to Jingliu's courtyard, Jingliu also welcomed a guest.
At this moment, Jingliu sat on a stone bench in the middle of the courtyard, her eyes not covered by a black veil. Two cups of tea were placed on the stone table, and she quietly waited for Bai Luoming's arrival.
Her expression remained calm; she wasn't worried at all about Bai Luoming standing her up. As a local strongman in Luofu, if Bai Luoming dared to stand her up, she would definitely teach him a lesson about respecting his teacher!
Just as she was waiting, she heard light footsteps outside the courtyard. Upon hearing the sound, Jingliu with joy.
Her courtyard was next to the Cloud Knights camp, so not many people came here. Even the Cloud Knights were forbidden from going to this place by the officers who knew about it.
Therefore, not many people know about her place and have the courage to come here.
With these feelings in mind, Jingliu the gate of the courtyard. As the footsteps outside the courtyard stopped at the gate, Jingliu's joy began to rise steadily.
Not long after, her heart shattered. The courtyard gate was gently pushed open, and the person who walked in was none other than the current General of Luofu — Jing Yuan.
When Jingliu saw the person who came, her heart sank, but she usually had a cold face, so Jing Yuan didn't notice anything.
Jing Yuan carried a bag of breakfast into the courtyard. After scanning the area for a few seconds, his gaze settled on Jingliu. He clasped his hands together in a disciple's salute to Jingliu.
"Good morning, Master!"
"Jing Yuan, you've become increasingly lazy since you became a general. Back when you were practicing swordsmanship, you would get up before dawn every day. Now that it's broad daylight outside, why aren't you at the Seat of Divine Foresight handling official business? What are you doing here?"
Upon hearing this, Jing Yuan's expression froze. He hadn't expected Jingliu to say such a thing, but having served as a general for many years, he was adept at maintaining appearances and offered an explanation.
"Master, you are mistaken. I just heard that you have taken on a new junior brother, so I came to offer my congratulations."
"Oh, right, this is the breakfast I bought. It's from your favorite store."
"Hmm, that's thoughtful. Here, put it."
Upon hearing this, Jing Yuan placed the breakfast on the stone table while looking around. However, no matter how he searched, he couldn't find the figure he was looking for in the courtyard, so he couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Speaking of which, Master, it's come to this point, where is my junior brother? Could he be sparring with those Cloud Knights like I was back then?"
Speaking of this, Jing Yuan felt a bit emotional. Back when he was Yanqing's age, he became Jingliu's disciple, but at first he didn't receive any instruction from Jingliu. Instead, Jingliu threw him into the Cloud Knights to train with the Cloud Knights.
Jingliu even specifically instructed him that his coach at the time had trained him the most rigorously, ostensibly to lay a solid foundation. Could it be that this junior brother was trained the same way?
Jingliu glanced at the breakfast Jing Yuan had placed on the table, and was about to speak when light footsteps came from outside the door. Jingliu's expression changed, and he looked straight at the doorway.
Jing Yuan paused for a moment under Jingliu's gaze, and was about to ask a question when he heard footsteps behind him. He immediately understood why Jingliu was looking at him like that.
The footsteps were exactly the same as his. After pausing briefly at the door, he pushed the door open and entered the courtyard. This time, the person who entered was none other than Bai Luoming.
Jingliu saw the newcomer, his cold face melted instantly, as if he had encountered the blazing sun. However, considering Jing Yuan's presence beside him, he did not get up to greet him.
Bai Luoming carrying a bag of breakfast. When he saw Jing Yuan beside him, he looked a little surprised, but he quickly recovered. After all, Jing Yuan was a disciple of Jingliu, and it was perfectly normal for a disciple to pay his respects to his master.
Thinking of this, Bai Luoming carried the breakfast, walked to the stone table, placed it on it, bowed to Jingliu, and said, "Good morning, Master."
"Hehe, so my junior brother is a distinguished guest of the Astral Express. But this is a bit late; back when I was learning my skills..."
Before Jing Yuan could finish speaking, Jingliu interrupted him. Jingliu looked at Bai Luoming with a smile and said, "Good morning, there's tea here."
Jing Yuan:?
"Alright, Master, I'm very thirsty after walking this far."
After Bai Luoming finished speaking, he plopped down on the stone bench opposite Jingliu, picked up the tea in front of her and drank it all in one gulp. Then, pointing to the breakfast he had brought, he said:
"By the way, Master, this is breakfast I just bought. I don't know if it suits your taste."
Seeing this, Jing Yuan felt disdain. He knew that although Jingliu had been in the military for many years and was not picky about food, he was still Jingliu's eldest disciple, so the things he bought were naturally more to her liking.
Just as Jing Yuan finished thinking this, Jingliu decisively picked up the bag of steamed buns that Bai Luoming had bought, took one out, and took a small bite. As for the ones he had bought, Jingliu didn't even glance at them.
Jing Yuan:? This isn't right, is it?
After tasting the steamed buns, Jingliu also took a sip of the soy milk that Bai Luoming had brought. As soon as the soy milk entered her mouth, she felt a faint sweetness on her tongue.
Sensing the subtle sweetness, Jingliu's expression froze for a moment. A hint of joy appeared in his eyes as he looked at Bai Luoming, and he said, "Thank you for your thoughtfulness. I really like it."
"If Master likes it, then shall we begin our practice?"
"Okay, demonstrate the sword moves I taught you yesterday."
Upon hearing this, Jing Yuan put aside his thoughts and became curious about what kind of techniques Jingliu had taught him.
However, as Bai Luoming demonstrated, he suddenly realized that it was still similar to the moves he had learned before, and Bai Luoming even made a few mistakes in this set of sword moves.
Jing Yuan noticed the obvious errors in Bai Luoming's swordplay but didn't point them out. Firstly, Bai Luoming was, after all, his junior brother, and their master was still there; if he rashly pointed them out, it would be disrespectful to Jingliu.
Secondly, Jingliu towards Bai Luoming was clearly somewhat strange. It's possible that Jingliu didn't accept Bai Luoming as a disciple because of his talent, and perhaps he'll have to call this junior brother...
In this situation, pointing it out wouldn't do any good.
Ultimately, the more you do, the more mistakes you make; the less you do, the fewer mistakes you make. With this in mind, Jing Yuan suppressed his thoughts.
As expected, Jingliu pointed out Bai Luoming's shortcomings, which was not unexpected for Jing Yuan. However, the way Jingliu pointed them out surprised Jing Yuan greatly.
Jingliu watched Bai Luoming demonstrate the sword moves without showing any impatience. He beckoned Bai Luoming over, and only spoke gently after Bai Luoming arrived.
"The swordplay you just demonstrated was quite good. To have reached this level after only practicing a few times yesterday is impressive. However, there are still some shortcomings, such as..."
Jingliu pointed out Bai Luoming's shortcomings one by one, her expression gentle. Bai Luoming stood beside Jingliu, listening attentively to her teachings, looking every bit the devoted teacher and student.
Jing Yuan looked at Jingliu like this, his mouth slightly open. He knew that when he was practicing swordsmanship, Jingliu would severely reprimand him if he slacked off even slightly. How could he be so patient, detailed and gentle as he was now?
Jing Yuan wondered to himself: Master, what is this? Why have I never received such instruction before?
Of course, he only dared to think this in his heart. He wasn't Yingxing, who had an immortal body. Taking two swords from Jingliu would still be very painful for him.