Loyal Heart Roaming the Skies

Chapter 94: Cloud notes leisurely affairs

What happened on the Yuheng Peak, Jiang Wang couldn't tell anyone.

The inner turmoil and difficult choices were such that the closer the person, the harder it was to speak.

Writing down this problem made Jiang Wang feel much better. It wasn't that he had resolved his inner conflict, but rather that once he had poured it out, the weight seemed to lessen.

Jiang Wang put down his pen, the envelope automatically closed and turned into a small cloud crane, circling the courtyard three times before flying away.

Jiang Wang was really envious of this secret technique. If he could master it, he could contact Du Yehu anytime. He didn't know how that tiger was doing in the Jiujian Xuanjia, as communication was inconvenient in the military and there was no news.

...

"Hold the sword steady, step firmly."

In the courtyard, Jiang Wang was teaching Tang Dun and Jiang An'an how to sword fight.

Two figures, one big and one small, stood upright holding a big and a small sword respectively.

Of course, to avoid hurting herself, Jiang An'an's sword was made of wood.

"The sword should be straight, but also have a certain momentum. Learn the noble sword first, then you can master all the styles."

Jiang Wang spoke from his own experience. At least in swordsmanship, he had the power of a Transcendent. He was like a towering building when it came to teaching ordinary swordsmanship.

"The sword has two edges, it can hurt others and it can hurt yourself. So you must first conquer yourself, then conquer your enemy. The former is restraint, the latter is defeat."

While teaching, Jiang Wang was also summing up his own experience. Honing his sword heart and polishing his Dao heart.

There is a saying that the writing reflects the person. It doesn't mean that you can see a person's beauty, ugliness, goodness or evil from their writing, but rather that you can see whether the person has calmness, whether they have settled down, and what kind of structure they hold.

It's the same in swordsmanship.

Jiang An'an had good talent. She had already mastered a basic sword style.

Tang Dun gave Jiang Wang a pleasant surprise. He had a solid foundation, but had taken some detours in his early years and had some bad habits in his moves. After Jiang Wang made some adjustments, he immediately showed his talent.

After half an hour, Jiang Wang announced a break.

Jiang An'an was still young and couldn't be too eager. But this little girl was very stubborn, and Tang Dun couldn't stop her either. So Jiang Wang had to arrange for both of them, and of course Tang Dun had to practice more after he went back.

In the cold winter, sweat beads formed on An'an's forehead.

Jiang Wang had already prepared hot water and a bath tub. He brought clean clothes and let An'an go to the room to take a bath.

Tang Dun went straight to the kitchen.

This amount of practice was nothing to him. The extra training Jiang Wang had arranged for him was the real hard work.

As a single middle-aged man, cooking was a necessary skill. Of course, his skills were not particularly brilliant, slightly better than the average small restaurant, and the soup was still well cooked.

He had been in Fenglin City for a while now, and was now responsible for Jiang Wang's and his sister's meals. During the time they didn't go out to eat, he was the one who cooked.

After wandering around for a while, Jiang Wang walked into the kitchen and looked around.

Then he said to Tang Dun, who was cutting meat, "Let me show off today and give An'an a surprise."

"Mr. Jiang..." Tang Dun looked hesitant.Last time, when Jiang Wang surprised Jiang Anan, she cried. Tang Dun, being a kind person, didn't want to offend the master and didn't want to see Anan upset, so he was in a dilemma.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Wang was dissatisfied. "Look at you, your knife skills are not good enough."

He looked at the two-pound osmanthus fish Tang Dun bought and picked it up, taking a porcelain plate and another kitchen knife. He sliced the fish in the air, and the fish meat fell in pieces. From the head to the tail, each piece was evenly thick, with almost no deviation. It was really good knife skills.

Jiang Wang put down the knife and looked at Tang Dun with satisfaction.

Tang Dun was honest after all, "I was going to steam this osmanthus fish..."

"Ahem." Jiang Wang interrupted him, "It's easier to taste after slicing."

Tang Dun looked at the plate of sliced fish and said hesitantly, "You also cut the gallbladder. If the gallbladder is broken, the fish cannot be eaten, and it will be very bitter."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Jiang Wang was a little angry.

Tang Dun was speechless.

"I'll go see if Anan finished showering."

Bullying honest people is really not fun. Jiang Wang left.

...

At dinner, Jiang Anan dressed neatly and sat at the table.

Jiang Wang and Tang Dun sat down, and Jiang Anan kept looking towards the kitchen.

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Wang tapped the bowl with his chopsticks.

"Is there another fish?" Jiang Anan asked.

She was obsessed with food.

Tang Dun was about to speak, but Jiang Wang interrupted him, "The fish ran away."

"How did the fish run away?" Jiang Anan was surprised.

"You can ask the fish."

"But didn't the fish run away?"

"Yes, the fish ran away." Jiang Wang grabbed Jiang Anan's face and said, "Let's eat."

Jiang Anan was stunned for a while, her mind was in chaos.

...

After dinner, Tang Dun cleaned up the dishes, and Jiang Wang took Anan to the study to do homework.

Because they spent the daytime practicing martial arts, they had to make up for their studies at night.

Cultivation is a long process. Practitioners struggle with themselves and the loneliness on the long journey. Without a strong inner heart, they cannot support the journey. A wealth of knowledge can enrich their inner world.

Anan actually studied well. After she stopped earning money by taking exams for others, she always ranked among the top in every exam.

At this time, a letter from Ye Qingyu arrived.

Anan widened her eyes and watched as the little cloud crane flew a few circles outside the window and landed in Jiang Wang's hand.

"The bird is so beautiful!"

"This kind of bird is called a cloud crane," Jiang Wang explained while unfolding the letter that had transformed from the cloud crane.

The letter read:

Knowing it is a wrong thing, how can there be anything correct?

The signature was still Yunshang Qingyu.

Jiang Wang suddenly felt enlightened.

The saying goes, the bystander sees more than the gamester. Sometimes a simple thing can entangle those involved and make them unable to extricate themselves. A simple remark from someone else can be like a sudden realization. His inner conflict disappeared.

His tone was also a little more relaxed. He took the opportunity to educate Jiang Anan, "Look, this little cloud crane will turn into a letter, and when brother finishes writing the reply, it will turn back into a little cloud crane and fly away. This is the magic of Taoism. You have to practice hard."

The little cloud crane was really cute and won Jiang Anan's heart. She nodded vigorously.

Jiang Wang picked up the cloud pen and wrote back:Excellent advice! It has enlightened me, and I consider you a worthy teacher in this matter.

Jiang Wang was about to put down his brush when Jiang An'an asked from the side, "Brother, who are you writing a letter to?"

"A sister."

"Can you write a sentence for me too? Ask her how she's doing."

Jiang Wang glanced at her, knowing that she had her eye on the other person's cloud crane.

But how could the secret art of Lingxiao Pavilion be passed on so easily?

Jiang Wang didn't expose her and continued writing:

Additionally, my younger sister has seen your letter and asked me to convey her regards, wishing you well.

An'an nudged Jiang Wang again, "She has a signature too."

Jiang Wang thought for a moment and added the signature: Little Jiang under the maple tree.

The cloud paper was folded and turned into a small crane again.

Jiang An'an held it and played with it for a while before accidentally letting go. The little cloud crane flew out of the window, its beautiful figure disappearing into the night sky.

On this night, it would surely enter An'an's dreams as well.