Yu Xiaosheng

Chapter 1287 The Move of Slapping Enthusiastically

"Alright," the old man said, bewildered but obedient, and retreated to stand by a tree.

As the wind stirred, after the old man’s reply, he moved the intention controlling Mu Anxiao’s actions out of her body. Standing up, he thought, *Mu the fool, can you cooperate with me?*

Mu Anxiao remained lying on the ground. After the pain in her back subsided, she sat up with difficulty, gently rubbing her shoulder. She thought, *Shen the madman, is this your method? You want to beat me to death.*

The wind stirred: *If I hadn't pulled you away, you would have been hit. I saved you, and instead of thanking me, you're blaming me.*

Hearing the wind's words, Mu Anxiao was speechless for a few seconds. Then, looking up at Alun, who was glaring down at her, she thought, *If I fall again, don't help me anymore.*

*Never again,* the wind stirred promised firmly.

Mu Anxiao did not reply. She stood up, stepped back a few paces, and lowered her head.

Alun: "This time, I won't give you a chance to dodge." With that, she picked up her folding fan and pointed it at Mu Anxiao.

Mu Anxiao took a deep breath and silently recited, "Begin."

Alun looked at Mu Anxiao's slightly parted lips with confusion. Her eyes narrowed, and she swung her folding fan twice in front of herself, then suddenly lunged forward, aiming the fan at Mu Anxiao.

In contrast, Mu Anxiao stood her ground, unfazed, calmly watching Alun's movements. Then, with the wind's assistance, she gently clenched her hands, leaned back, dodged the attack, glanced at Alun’s astonished expression, stepped back half a pace, and quickly grabbed the tail of the folding fan, beginning to wrestle for it.

At the same time, Alun was momentarily stunned by Mu Anxiao’s move and went along with their tug-of-war for the folding fan.

Minutes later.

The folding fan landed on the ground, and both Mu Anxiao and Alun retreated a few steps.

The grove.

The wind stirred's lips curved, and he clenched his fists.

Mu Anxiao was startled by the wind's very childish move.

So, while Alun was catching her breath, she thought, *Shen the madman, can you act normally for me?*

*A young lady shouldn't resort to actual fighting, it's not proper.*

*It's not for you to say whether it's proper or not. You'd better help me properly this time. I don't have much time,* Mu Anxiao said angrily.

The wind stirred felt Mu Anxiao’s anger and reluctantly compromised, *Fine, this time, I definitely won't mess around.*

*This is the last time I trust you,* Mu Anxiao thought, then looked up at Alun, who was about to pick up the folding fan, and proposed, "How about barehanded?"

Alun blinked: "Why should I listen to you?"

"I think this is fairer, because," Mu Anxiao glanced down at the folding fan and smiled, "I feel like your weapon doesn't really like you. If you insist on using it to compete with me, I can say you'll lose miserably."

Hearing Mu Anxiao’s baseless boast, the wind stirred sighed helplessly, spread his hands, and conjured his long sword.

Alun was not intimidated. Instead, she said calmly, "Don't be too confident." Then she pointed at the folding fan, and it vanished.

Mu Anxiao didn't react.

The wind stirred kept his eyes closed, calmly observing Mu Anxiao's current state. Hearing Alun speak, he thought, *Mu the fool, she was the one who played dirty last time. This time, you go.*

Mu Anxiao nodded slightly, then adopted the same posture as the wind stirred.

Immediately, the wind stirred swung his long sword, ran to a tree, and stopped. He then chopped dryly at the tree a few times with his sword, leaped back two steps, bent down, and tapped the ground with his sword as if dodging something, before straightening up and continuing to swing his sword forward.

Meanwhile, the old man watched the wind stirrer's bizarre movements with confusion, frowning and not daring to approach.

The thatched cottage.

Mu Anxiao grabbed Alun by her collar with one hand and began slapping Alun’s face with the other.

Alun, however, seemed completely controlled by Mu Anxiao, her mind blank, unable to think of any counter-moves.

Minutes later.

Mu Anxiao, panting, retreated a few steps.

Alun stood in place, her hands clamped tightly over her red and swollen cheeks, and said angrily, "Mu Anxiao, you are truly despicable."

Mu Anxiao came to her senses, looked down at her own bright red palm, then at Alun, whose face was almost unrecognizable, and was startled. She thought, *Shen the madman, you hit a woman's face.*

The wind stirred gripped his long sword, facing the large tree, and asked breathlessly, *Mu the fool, when did I hit a woman's face? Don't falsely accuse me.*

*You haven't yet. What was that move you just did?*

*I used my sword to help you evade her moves and distract her. What?* The wind stirred sensed something was wrong and frowned. *Was I wrong to do that?*

As the wind stirred had said, Mu Anxiao had indeed dodged all of Alun’s moves when she was being controlled by the wind stirred. She just hadn't expected that the moves after approaching Alun would be to slap her face.

She was also taken aback.

*Shen the madman, from now on, I'll do it myself,* she thought.

*You...*

*Don't worry, I won't use demonic arts.*

*Why don't you need me anymore?*

*Big brother, winning like this is really embarrassing. Also, helping me like this drains my stamina. So, rather than this, I'd rather waste some of my spiritual energy.*

...Listening to Mu Anxiao, the wind stirred thought for a moment and said, *Alright, but promise me you won't use demonic arts, otherwise, I'll intervene in your fight.*

*No need.*

*Fine, I'll trust you this once,* the wind stirred thought back, retracted his long sword, opened his eyes, and looked at the large tree in front of him, startled. "Uh, why am I here?"

The old man clearly heard the wind stirrer talking to himself and said, "Young man, you almost ran right into it just now. Speaking of which, what were you thinking?" he asked, walking up behind the wind stirrer.

Hearing this, the wind stirred took a breath, turned to the old man, and said without thinking, "Nothing to do, I was practicing my sword." As he spoke, he wondered if Mu Anxiao would have suffered if he had really crashed into it.

"But you should still keep your eyes open, it's so dark here," the old man said with concern.

The wind stirred smiled, "I know. Then... why don't you go rest for a bit?" He pointed to the large tree not far away.

The old man said, "Okay," and turned to leave.

Afterward, the wind stirred looked back at the tree and suddenly had the urge to experiment.

Over at the thatched cottage, Mu Anxiao relaxed her body, glanced at Alun, who was rubbing her face non-stop, and asked, "Hey, does it hurt that much?"

Alun, still using her icy hands to soothe her cheeks, said, "You're really something else, to be able to use such a despicable method."

The elder watched Alun's unfavorable back and thought about what Mu Anxiao had just done to Alun, saying angrily, "Mu Anxiao, if you hit her again, I'm not done with you."