Next, Xue Tianmo continued teaching Qian Renxue the Bright Sword Art in the plaza.
"Tianmo, what was the posture for that last strike?"
"I... I forgot again!"
Qian Renxue smiled faintly and looked at Xue Tianmo with slight embarrassment.
Xue Tianmo wore a helplessly bitter expression as he replied, "Xue'er, I've noticed that your memory seems rather poor today!"
"It isn't!"
Qian Renxue pouted.
"Obviously, it's because you haven't been teaching me properly."
"When you taught Zhu Zhuqing movement techniques before, you guided her hand in hand."
Xue Tianmo was somewhat speechless.
He was no fool. At a glance, he saw through Qian Renxue's little scheme.
Qian Renxue was the young mistress of Spirit Hall and the inheritor of the Angel Spirit.
How could her talent possibly be poor?
Though the Bright Sword Art was somewhat difficult, it should have been nothing much for Qian Renxue.
Yet while Xue Tianmo had been teaching her the sword art, Qian Renxue kept saying she could not remember it.
Either she performed the sword moves incorrectly, or her posture was wrong—there were all sorts of issues.
This girl wants some intimate interaction with me!
Since that's the case, I might as well go along with her.
Xue Tianmo muttered to himself. He did not expose Qian Renxue and instead stepped forward, standing behind her.
"For that previous sword stance, you need to lower your waist a little."
"How do I do that?"
Qian Renxue pretended not to understand, blinking her bright eyes at Xue Tianmo.
Xue Tianmo said nothing more. He reached out directly, placing both hands on Qian Renxue's slender waist and pressing it down slightly.
Unexpectedly, the instant he applied force, Qian Renxue suddenly staggered and fell backward.
Seeing this, Xue Tianmo reacted swiftly. He wrapped an arm around Qian Renxue's