Shen Yuzhou's eyes widened. This is what you call not knowing?
He was about to ask another question Pei Yubai interrupted him, looking at Qiguan Yuan: " Yuanyuan, will you teach me?"
Shen Yuzhou shut his mouth. Well, Brother Pei's love-struck mind is at it again.
Qiguan Yuan glanced at Pei Yubai, Pei Yubai was looking at him.
A row of swords hung on a prop rack in the corner of the warehouse. They didn't seem to be used much. After all, this was a film and television base, and the warehouse would store props that other film crews no longer needed.
So it's normal to have these prop swords here.
At first, Qiguan Yuan didn't notice, but at this moment, his attention was drawn to a prop master who waved and gestured for him to look over.
Qiguan Yuan's gaze swept over the row of swords and landed on the one in the middle.
The scabbard was black, with a ring of dark red gemstones inlaid around the hilt. The gemstones were small and glittered briefly under the light.
He walked over, took the sword down, and held it in his hand.
The sword was a bit heavier than the branch he had been holding, and the weight was just right; it didn't feel heavy in his hand.
Qiguan Yuan drew his sword from its sheath. The blade gleamed briefly under the lamplight, and a cold, white light flashed across his face for a moment.
He placed the scabbard on the prop shelf, gripped the sword, and walked back to Pei Yubai.
Pei Yubai stood still, Qiguan Yuan walked up to him, the tip of his sword pointing towards the ground.
He looked up at Pei Yubai, his tone casual and lazy. "Alright, then Yuanyuan will teach you. Learn well."
Pei Yubai looked at the sword in his hand.
The blade was very thin, and the edges were polished so smooth that you could see your face reflected in the light.
Qiguan Yuan's fingers rested on the hilt of the sword, his knuckles distinct, his nails neatly manicured, and the dark red gemstones that adorned his fingers created a unique aesthetic in contrast.
The martial arts instructor Song Yuan had hired stood not far away, holding a thermos, and took a sip of water after unscrewing the lid.
His gaze fell on Qiguan Yuan's sword-wielding posture, while he held the cup lid in his hand without twisting it back up.
He was extremely surprised that Qiguan Yuan could Ji Shiyu such precise guidance to Ji Shiyu, Xiaobai.
After all, it's hard to imagine that Qiguan Yuan has such good fighting skills given his appearance.
Not to mention Qiguan Yuan's sword dance, which he watched in its entirety.
Although he didn't wield a sword, he had some knowledge of it. Just the scene where Qiguan Yuan pierced a tree trunk with a branch was enough to show his skill, even to a layman.
If someone in the know were to ask, they would find it even more unbelievable.
Qiguan Yuan held the sword in the middle of the hilt, neither too far forward nor too far back, his fingers naturally curled up, seemingly without much force, while the tip of the sword still pointed towards the ground.
The martial arts instructor watched for a few seconds, then screwed the lid back on, straightened his back slightly. Qiguan Yuan's strength was indeed worthy of respect, and since the other party was willing to show his skills again, he naturally had to watch carefully.
Qiguan Yuan raised his sword, the tip leaving the ground, and slowly lifted it until it stopped at waist level.
He twisted his wrist, and the blade slashed from left to right, drawing two arcs.
The trail left a silvery-white afterimage in the air by the sword tip.
Even those not too far from Qiguan Yuan could hear a very obvious whooshing sound.
How did they do that? The opponent seemed to be under no pressure, but the sound of the sword cutting through the air was undeniable proof of the swordsman's strength.
Pei Yubai stared at the afterimage without blinking; Yuan Yuan's Yuanyuan was truly beautiful.
Qiguan Yuan took a step forward, shortening the distance between them to half a step.
He raised his sword, the tip pressed against Pei Yubai's shoulder, less than an inch from his clothes.
Pei Yubai did not retreat. Qiguan Yuan's sword slid past his shoulder, circled behind him, moved from behind him to his other shoulder, and the tip of the sword slid from right to left, stopping in front of his throat.
Pei Yubai looked down at the sword; the blade was two inches from his neck, and he could see his own face on the blade.
Qiguan Yuan didn't look at the sword; he looked at Pei Yubai's face.
The corner of his mouth curved slightly, the blade veered off course, slid past Pei Yubai's neck, circled behind him, and returned from his other shoulder.
Qiguan Yuan's body spun halfway around with the sword, the red hem of his robe brushing against Pei Yubai's legs, his silver hair hanging down, the ends brushing against Pei Yubai's arm.
When he turned back, the sword was already at his side.
Qiguan Yuan faced Pei Yubai, and the distance between them was even closer than before, so close that Pei Yubai could clearly see the curve of Qiguan Yuan's eyelashes.
"Did you see clearly?" The slightly upturned voice, along with the unique fragrance emanating from Qiguan Yuan and the breath exhaled from his lips, lingered in Pei Yubai's ear.
Pei Yubai wanted to turn around and look at Qiguan Yuan.
The martial arts instructor put the thermos on the ground, took two steps forward, and then stopped.
He stood there, his hands in his pockets, his fingers slowly clenching inside.
His heart pounded in his chest. If only he could spar with this Teacher Qiguan, what an unforgettable experience that would be!
Beside the venue, a young assistant was squatting next to a prop box, holding a roll of reflectors.
She originally came to collect reflectors, but she got stuck halfway through and couldn't move anymore.
She crouched there, holding the reflector in her arms, resting her chin on the edge of the reflector, her eyes following Qiguan Yuan's sword.
Then gradually, my eyes involuntarily moved to Qiguan Yuan's face, and then... I couldn't look away.
How can it be so beautiful, Yuanyuan?
A stagehand stood next to her, carrying two bottles of mineral water, which he held in his hand without putting down, in a similar situation to her.
Qiguan Yuan was being watched by everyone, made a move again.
With a flick of his wrist, the tip of his sword sprang up from his side, slashing upwards, stopping halfway down right next to Pei Yubai's hand.
Qiguan Yuan tilted his head to look at Pei Yubai's hand. "Would you do me the honor of holding the sword?"
Pei Yubai raised his hand from his side, gripped the sword hilt, and placed his fingers on top of Qiguan Yuan's fingers.
Qiguan Yuan withdrew his fingers from under Pei Yubai's hand, but not completely; two fingers remained on the hilt of the sword, touching Pei Yubai's fingers.
Qiguan Yuan guided his hand, and the sword was slowly raised.
The sword tip moved from low to high, paused at its highest point, then fell, only to rise again halfway down, slashing straight out with Pei Yubai.
Qiguan Yuan's fingers slid off Pei Yubai's fingers and moved to his wrist, resting gently on it.
Pei Yubai's hand gripped the sword, which remained suspended in mid-air, motionless.
Qiguan Yuan tapped his wrist with his finger, and Pei Yubai's sword moved forward half an inch. Qiguan Yuan then tapped the back of his hand with his finger, and the sword stopped.
"Loosen your grip a little." Qiguan Yuan's voice still lingered in Pei Yubai's ear. "You're gripping it too tightly, the sword isn't obeying you."
Pei Yubai loosened his grip slightly.
Qiguan Yuan's fingers slid from the back of his hand to his fingers, leading him to turn the sword around.
The blade sliced through the force, and Qiguan Yuan's body turned with the sword. His silver hair moved with his movement due to inertia, and a few strands clung to Pei Yubai's arm.
When Qiguan Yuan turned back, the sword was already in Pei Yubai's hand. Qiguan Yuan's hand was on the back of Pei Yubai, and he did not retract it.
The two were very close, so close that Pei Yubai could smell the cool fragrance emanating from Qiguan Yuan's hair.
The assistant, who was crouching down, hugged the reflector tightly, moved his chin away from it, buried his face behind it, and only his eyes were visible.
The stagehand carrying bottled water put down the bottles, and the two bottles stood side by side on the ground, neat and tidy.
Some viewers in the live stream couldn't help but cover their eyes, peeking at the two people on the screen through their fingers.
[Ahhh, they're both such good-looking guys!]
[It's good, I love watching it, I'll watch it again and again [nosebleed]]
[True couples are so adorable]
[ Pei Yubai, can you let me act in two episodes? I also want Yuanyuan to hold my hand and teach me how to wield a sword.]
Qiguan Yuan withdrew his hand from Pei Yubai's, took the sword from Pei Yubai's hand, and took a step back.
He raised the sword, holding it horizontally in front of him, blade facing outwards and hilt towards Pei Yubai.
The sword was held horizontally in front of his face, obscuring his lips and revealing only his eyes and brow bone.
His eyes crinkled slightly, and he gestured the Pei Yubai: "Please, my boyfriend."
Pei Yubai raised his hand, but did not take the sword.
His fingers touched the ring of dark red gems on the hilt of the sword and paused for a moment.
Qiguan Yuan withdrew his hand from the hilt of his sword and let it hang at his side. The sword was placed between the two men, with the blade less than a fist's distance from Pei Yubai's chest.
Pei Yubai gripped the sword hilt, and the sword moved away from him, revealing Qiguan Yuan.
He smiled as he looked at Pei Yubai, waiting for his move.
Song Yuan's voice came from behind the monitor, inappropriately interrupting the atmosphere. Everyone in the area could hear it. "Enough rest, let's get to work."
His tone was calm, but his resentment was palpable. Pei Yubai, that guy, was so focused on his relationship that he neglected his acting career.
Pei Yubai put the sword down, its tip pointing towards the ground.
Qiguan Yuan took the sword back from him. "We can practice slowly later. We still have time. I will teach you."
He said he was going to walk to the prop shelf and put the sword back in its sheath.
He put the sword down casually; the scabbard bumped against the rack, making a very soft sound.
Shen Yuzhou walked out of the viewing area, walked to Pei Yubai's side, glanced at the prop rack, and then glanced at Pei Yubai again.
" Brother Pei, did you learn the sword technique that Brother Yuan just taught you?"
Pei Yubai glanced at him but didn't say anything.
How could you possibly learn it after watching it only once?
Besides, his attention was all on Yuanyuan, so where would he find the energy to learn swordsmanship?
Besides, Pei Yubai has been acting for so long, and swordsmanship is a skill that always appears in his films. Given his serious attitude towards acting, how could he not want to take some further training?
He doesn't need any martial arts instruction at all; he naturally knows how to wield a sword.
And it seems he was born with a knack for swordsmanship; he didn't put in much effort when learning swordsmanship and easily obtained the certificate later.
Ji Shiyu walked back from the action scene area, Jiang Wantang stood next to him, with a person's distance between them.
Ji Shiyu still had sweat on his forehead, which he wiped with the back of his hand.
Jiang Wantang took out a pack of tissues from her pocket, pulled out one, and handed it over. "Wipe yourself."
Ji Shiyu took it, and when his fingers touched hers, both of their fingers flinched.
Jiang Wantang withdrew her hand and put it in her pocket.
Ji Shiyu clutched the tissue in his hand and, taking advantage of Jiang Wantang's inattention, secretly put it in his pocket.
Pei Yubai stood in the middle of the venue, looking in the direction of the prop rack.
After putting the sword away, Qiguan Yuan turned around and walked back to Pei Yubai's side.
A gust of wind blew in through the back door of the warehouse, ruffling a few strands of his silver hair.
Pei Yubai needed to go to film a movie, so he didn't stay with Qiguan Yuan Qiguan Yuan for long. He asked his assistant to prepare some pastries, drinks, and other things that Qiguan Yuan might like to eat before going to discuss the script with Song Yuan.
Qiguan Yuan barely touched the food and walked back to the camphor tree where he had pierced a hole with a branch.
Amidst the stunned gazes of others, he casually leaped, using his feet for leverage, and landed on the tree trunk, flipping himself up into the tree.
Under everyone's gaze, he lay down on a rather thick branch, bent his elbows, and rested his head on them, then leisurely closed his eyes.
[?]
[I think I'm still half asleep, otherwise how could I see someone using qinggong (lightness skill)?]
[Mom, someone here secretly evolved without me.]
[Oh dear, calm down, calm down. Although it's somewhat unbelievable, I'm not surprised at all when these things happen to Yuanyuan.]
[Perhaps Yuanyuan has done too many surprising things for us, so we can't keep up with the surprises. Therefore, I also feel that it seems quite normal?]
Qiguan Yuan was obviously not actually asleep.
He had already realized that Pei Yubai knew how to use a sword when he held Pei Yubai's hand to teach him swordsmanship.
However, he didn't expose him. After all, it's perfectly normal for a partner to use a few tricks to spend more time with you, isn't it?
It just so happens that he also quite likes Pei Yubai.
In fact, Qiguan Yuan's swordsmanship was not something he learned on his own, unlike the other skills he possessed.
It was Yun Yin who personally taught him.
Qiguan Yuan's frequently used weapon of attack is actually the Dust-Settling Red Cord, which is formed from the powerful Power of Marriage and recognizes him as its master.
It is a rare and excellent weapon.
Qiguan Yuan also used it skillfully.
Yun Yin, on the other hand, is different. He can use almost all weapons, but he usually uses a sword.
His swordsmanship was also the best. During one of Yun Yin's sword dances, Qiguan Yuan was casually leaning against the Tree of Fate, was unknowingly drawn to Yun Yin's gaze.
I don't know whether it's the person who's good-looking or the sword dance that's more attractive.
Qiguan Yuan told Yun Yin that he also wanted to practice swordsmanship.
Yun Yin agreed.
However, the sword technique that Yun Yin practiced on a regular basis was not suitable for Qiguan Yuan had just begun learning to use a sword.
So he spent a long time creating a set of movements specifically for Qiguan Yuan Qiguan Yuan, tailored to him.
As it turned out, Xiu Yun Yin's understanding of Qiguan Yuan was indeed profound, and his swordsmanship was remarkably well-suited to Qiguan Yuan.
Qiguan Yuan believed that the other party had no memory at all.
However, judging from Pei Yubai's reaction today, he still retains some of his previous subconscious habits.
How could Qiguan Yuan, who knew him well, not see it?