Chapter 129 What He Wants to Learn

Dinner wasn't a group affair for the Demon Kings.

Zheng Fan naturally ate with Si Niang.

Liang Cheng had led troops into the mountains to transport the treasure trove and wouldn't be back for a while. Even when he returned, he'd be eating in the military camp.

Of course, Liang Cheng eating in the military camp was mainly to create an "all in the same boat" atmosphere. He didn't really need food anymore. He could just absorb spiritual energy at night and occasionally recharge at a mass grave.

After Blind had a wife, he ate at home with her. Yue Xin's hands weren't just good with an abacus; she could also cook. With a couple of Qian country dishes and a little wine, Blind was living the good life.

A'ming drank blood and didn't eat regular food.

So, that left only two single dogs, one big and one small, to eat together.

The maids had prepared the evening meal and arranged it on the table, one small bowl and one rice bucket.

The stark contrast was enough to put Big Head Son and Small Head Dad to shame.

Fan Li entered first. He ate more than anyone else and got hungry faster. He sat in front of his rice bucket, picked up his spoon, and started eating.

Two maids stood on either side of him, one helping him put dishes into his rice bucket, the other peeling garlic for him.

Xue San came in and sat down in his place. He took a couple of bites of rice and then suddenly stopped.

He looked up at Fan Li.

Fan Li also stopped spooning rice into his mouth, looked at Xue San, and gave him a simple smile.

Xue San threw the chopsticks in his hand directly at Fan Li.

At the same time, he cursed,

"Fuck!"

"This servant is guilty!"

"This servant is guilty!"

The two maids quickly knelt down and begged for forgiveness, thinking they had arranged the food to his disliking.

In fact, Xue San was usually very friendly with these servants. He would flirt with the young maids, making them run away with blushing faces,

Or he would tease the older women, and then Xue San would run away, clutching his swollen leg, amidst the women's laughter.

But the rules of rank and status were deeply ingrained in the hearts of everyone in this era. It was fine if a noble was in a good mood and wanted to be friendly, but if they were unhappy, taking your head was just a matter of a word.

Fan Li reached out and put a grain of rice that was stuck to his face into his mouth, continuing to smile innocently at Xue San.

"Bastard, bastard, bastard! Aaaaaah!"

Xue San was angry and frustrated.

If the Demon Pill was ahead of him, that was understandable, since he was the Lord's own son, and those of them who were adopted knew their place;

If Si Niang was ahead of him, that was also reasonable. If Si Niang was behind him, that would prove that something was wrong with the Lord;

A'ming was ahead of him because he had assisted him, and he, Xue San, had been mouthy, so he accepted it;

But how did this guy get ahead of him too?

"What did you do to the Lord?" Xue San asked.

"He made a toilet for the Lord." A'ming, holding a glass of wine, walked in, looked at the two maids kneeling on the ground, and said, "You may leave."

"Yes."

"Yes."

The two maids immediately left.

Xue San sat back down in his chair, sulking, and said angrily,

"A toilet, a toilet. Damn it, yesterday you told me that you had a big ass, so you needed a toilet to sit on comfortably when you went to the bathroom, and you even had me help you draw a blueprint. But you actually..."

Fan Li continued to smile innocently, then lowered his head and ate.

A'ming shook his head and swirled the wine in his glass, saying,

"So, you assisted again? What do you call this? An assist brace?"

"Are you deliberately trying to piss me off!"

"Just wait, maybe Blind will come and have a heart-to-heart with you later, trying to get you to score an assist hat trick."

"Aaaaaah!"

Xue San roared in frustration,

"I'm not eating anymore!"

After saying that,

He strode out of the room.

………

The bright moon hung high in the sky.

Outside of Shengle City,

A tall figure carrying a small figure was strolling around the city walls.

The Little Swordsman was used to sitting on Fan Li's shoulders because she was short and liked to be high up.

Fan Li seemed to be used to it as well. Since returning, every night after dark, he would walk around Shengle City with the Little Swordsman a couple of times, purely to digest.

"You guys killed a lot of people in the mountains this time, right?" the Little Swordsman asked.

"Yeah."

"I saw them, those wild men working on the construction site in shackles. They look quite pitiful."

"Yeah."

"Don't you think it's cruel?"

"Yeah."

"If it's cruel, why do you still do it?"

Fan Li stopped and began to think.

The Little Swordsman patiently waited for Fan Li's conclusion.

After a while,

Fan Li turned his head to look at the boyish girl sitting on his shoulders,

And said:

"Then you do it?"

"..." The Little Swordsman.

A simple rhetorical question left the Little Swordsman speechless.

Did the city walls need to be repaired? Yes.

Did houses need to be built? Yes.

Did workshops need to be built? Yes.

So, someone had to do the work. If you didn't capture people to do it, you had to do it yourself.

The only difference was whether you wanted to hold a sword or a shovel.

The Little Swordsman had been following Yuan Zhenxing, traveling north and south these past few years. Although her master was a bit of an idiot, he had done his fair share of standing up for what was right.

Except for his somewhat suffocating death on the Bian River, her master's sword was still able to punish evil and promote good.

As a result, for a long time, the Little Swordsman thought that the martial world was actually that simple.

I'll reason with you, and if you don't listen to reason, then I'll use my sword to reason with you.

But in this world, not everything can be reasoned with, and in fact, many things have no reason at all.

When she was with her master, the Little Swordsman didn't feel this way, but these past few months, she had been with the Demon Kings, from Qian to Yan, then from Yan to Jin, and finally to this Shengle City.

She had suddenly understood a lot, and as a result, she had also been troubled a lot. Perhaps her previous worldview could no longer correctly and completely explain what was happening in front of her.

It was like when a person was young, they only thought that the Liangshan heroes were carefree and happy, eating meat and drinking wine, but after gaining experience, they began to wonder where their meat and wine came from.

"I can't figure it out."

Fan Li said:

"If you can't figure it out, then don't think about it."

"But is that really okay?"

Fan Li thought for a moment and said:

"Whether you figure it out or not, they're still doing hard labor. Does figuring it out matter?"

The Little Swordsman blinked,

Reached out and slapped Fan Li's head,

And said:

"Even though I think you said something nonsense, I still think it makes a lot of sense."

Fan Li continued to smile innocently.

"Never mind, never mind, I have to start practicing my sword."

Hearing this, Fan Li put the Little Swordsman down from his shoulders.

The Little Swordsman drew a small wooden sword. Her master originally had three swords, but they had all been taken away by Zheng Fan. Now, she only used a wooden sword that Fan Li had carved for her with an axe.

Although she said she was practicing her sword, she was just practicing the forms.

Under the moonlight, the Little Swordsman practiced very seriously.

At her age, it was too early to temper her body or attract sword qi into her body. Doing so before her bones were fully developed would be like draining a pond to catch all the fish, but practicing the forms while thinking and comprehending was still very important. This would allow her to make rapid progress when she truly picked up a sword in the future.

Fan Li sat under the city wall, watching the Little Swordsman practice her sword.

After practicing for a while, the Little Swordsman wiped the sweat from her forehead and said to Fan Li:

"It's your turn."

"Okay."

Fan Li nodded, picked up his axe, got up, and walked forward a few steps.

After taking a walk together at night, the Little Swordsman would teach Fan Li how to wield a sword while she practiced her own, because she didn’t want to be alone.

In this regard, the Little Swordsman didn't hold anything back. Although she was young, she not only inherited her master's mantle, but also absorbed a lot of the Baili family's sword techniques.

Originally, she just wanted to find a partner because she was bored. After all, Fan Li looked simple and silly, and he looked very funny every time he practiced the sword.

But this time,

When Fan Li picked up his axe and started to swing it,

The Little Swordsman was stunned to find that strands of gang qi were flowing around the axe. Although he wasn't holding a sword, he was wielding sword qi.

Fan Li's body had nothing to do with the elegance of a swordsman, but what he was showing at this moment was an extremely profound artistic conception.

Especially when he finished a cycle and retracted the axe,

The sword qi around his feet had completely cut off all the weeds that had just sprouted in the spring.

Controlling the sword with the mind, guiding the mind with the sword.

The Little Swordsman took a deep breath, frowned, sat on the ground, threw the wooden sword in her hand aside, and sulked.

The class idiot, who had always been at the bottom, had actually surpassed her, which was depressing.

Fan Li put down his axe and squatted in front of the Little Swordsman, continuing to smile innocently.

The Little Swordsman pouted,

Fan Li continued to smile,

The Little Swordsman grabbed some dirt and threw it at Fan Li,

Fan Li still continued to smile.

The Little Swordsman was helpless,

Stood up,

Walked up to Fan Li, and said:

"I have another layer of swordplay below, do you want to learn it?"

Fan Li looked puzzled.

"Are you stupid? Don't you want to learn it? That's a great opportunity that many swordsmen would spend their entire lives seeking but never obtain!"

Fan Li shook his head.

"Do you want to or not!" The Little Swordsman stomped her feet in anger.

At this moment, she actually had a feeling that her master used to have when he faced her mischievousness.

If she was a natural sword embryo, then this big fool in front of her was likely one as well, and even in terms of quality, he was no less than her.

But he seemed indifferent to it.

"Hey, do you want to learn it or not! Tell me, tell me, tell me!!!"

Fan Li scratched his head,

And said:

"If you're bored, I'll learn it."

"..." The Little Swordsman.

"You big blockhead, you're really going to be the death of me. Such a good sword technique, and I have to beg you to learn it? Then tell me, if you don't learn this, what are you going to learn? Do you have anything more worthwhile to learn than this?"

Fan Li nodded with a simple smile.

The Little Swordsman didn't believe it:

"I don't believe it."

Fan Li didn't refute and continued to smile innocently.

"Then what did you learn before?" The Little Swordsman asked.

"Myself."

"Heh, then what do you plan to continue learning in the future?"

"Still myself."