“A bit gentle.”
“Okay.”
“What about here?”
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The thin wooden stick landed on Luo Luo’s body. It pointed and directed; this means to mentor.
Chen Chang Sheng got his response and took notes, then he continued.
Time passed quickly as they talked and as Chen Chang Sheng mentored Luo Luo.
As the dusk arrived, Chen Chang Sheng’s arms were a bit sore. He put down the wooden stick and glanced out of the window. He only saw the yellow roof and red wall, then suddenly laughed.
After using half a day, he found a certain possibility. He found a possible quick path, the quick path in Luo Luo’s body.
“Try?”
He took back his glancing eyes from the setting sun of the capital and looked at Luo Luo. He drew out the short sword from his waist and handed it to her.
Luo Luo accepted the weapon and took a deep breath. Her eyes suddenly became extremely bright and then they were closed. She was silent for a long time.
Just as the setting sun was devoured by the city wall, she opened her eyes and yelled lightly.
This yelling was crispy and sharp, it contained no trace of disruption and was clear as the spring rain, or perhaps the spring wind.
Following this scream, she raised her short sword upwards from her waist with her hands. It was as if a flower has blossomed and grew on cloud nine.
There were countless sword shadows, like rain. The sword’s might was unstoppable, like wind.
This was wind and rain.
This was the Wind and Rain Sword.