Bringing advanced martial arts techniques to a low-level martial arts world

Chapter 60 Measuring Dimensions

A honey trap?

We'll make sure she never comes back.

During the few days that Sheng Wansong stayed at Mingjian Villa, Ouyang Xue visited him every day.

However, it would be inaccurate to say that she used her beauty to seduce someone.

While adhering to the proper etiquette between host and guest, Ouyang Xue deliberately kept her distance and did not take the initiative to approach or flatter.

It's still too difficult to get a pampered young lady who has lived a life of luxury for over ten years and has never been close to a man to take the initiative to use her beauty to seduce someone.

"Uncle Ouyang took away all the disciples of Mingjian Manor. Now, only you, Brother Wansong, and a few of us women are left in the manor."

"Nobody can beat you, Brother Wansong wouldn't do anything bad, would he?"

Upon hearing Xian'er's blatant fallacy, Sheng Wansong shook his head mindlessly.

Why has this girl been acting all teasy lately?

Sheng Wansong retorted, "There are still quite a few servants and craftsmen in this manor."

"If they're all gone, who will forge the swords, and who will make the sheaths?"

Lin Xian'er stuck out her tongue, looking as if she had just remembered, "Oh right."

She was, after all, a young lady from a feudal family. Although she wasn't the type to mistreat servants, she would still subconsciously exclude them from the category of "human beings."

She shook her head and muttered after hearing approaching footsteps, "Sister Xue is here again."

"Don't you want to see your Sister Xue?"

"I've seen too much lately; distance makes the heart grow fonder."

Lin Xian'er can spout a whole bunch of twisted logic, but she clearly just doesn't want Ouyang Xue and Sheng Wansong to meet too much.

after all.

You can't beat me in terms of beauty! Oh ho ho!

Sheng Wansong imagined Ouyang Xue making a three-part laugh like a European court lady, laughing while her fat bulge swayed far above Lin Xian'er's.

Of course, the real Ouyang Xue wouldn't be so tasteless.

Her persona is that of a gentle and refined Chinese young lady.

"Young Master Sheng."

After being invited in by Sheng Wansong, Ouyang Xue pushed open the door and entered.

Seeing Xian'er, she shook her head and sighed, advising, "Xian'er, you spend every day in a room with unmarried men. If your reputation spreads, not many men will be willing to marry you."

Lin Xian'er grabbed Sheng Wansong's arm and exclaimed, "I've already decided that Wansong is the only one for me!"

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Xue smiled and asked, "Has Young Master Sheng already made any promises to you?"

"what?"

Lin Xian'er loosened her grip a little and began to reminisce about the past.

Past events flashed before his eyes.

It seems, probably, there really isn't.

It was always her who expressed her affection unilaterally.

Sweat started to trickle down.

She immediately called out, "Brother Wansong!"

Ouyang Xue added at the opportune moment: "Young Master Sheng, keeping an unmarried woman hanging like this is not the act of a chivalrous person."

"Enjoying the fairy's affection while refusing to make a commitment is not like you when you lend a helping hand to the fox and the white rabbit."

"Love, hate, and grudges should be expressed more directly and decisively."

Ok. . .

"I've always thought of Xian'er as my younger sister."

Katsu Mansong gave this answer: "It was true in the past, it is true now, and it will be true in the future."

Lin Xian'er was already delighted with the answer that Ouyang Xue considered unacceptable.

"My sister is still my sister."

This girl is beyond saving.

Ouyang Xue sighed inwardly and explained the purpose of her visit: "Young Master Sheng, the materials for the sword sheath have been prepared. Please come with me to measure your hand size."

"Why not just send someone over for such a small matter?"

Sheng Wansong pulled his arm out of her embrace and said, "Don't you get bored staying in the room all day? It would be good to go out and relax."

"I'll listen to Brother Wansong!"

The three of them went outside, and An Lan appeared.

She sat in the sunlight, meditating with her eyes closed.

When Ouyang Xue arrived, she saw her and Xiang Shengwansong exclaimed, "Miss Anlan is truly diligent. I see her cultivating earnestly every time I come here."

"An'an was traumatized by watching the sword appreciation event."

An Lan kept her eyes closed, completely unaware of the three people coming and going, and devoted herself entirely to cultivation.

With each breath, a vortex is created.

The restrained yet potent inner energy emanating from his body revealed his extraordinary cultivation.

Lin Xian'er clicked her tongue in amazement, "An'an is only a few years old, but she already seems to be more advanced than me!"

"It's because you didn't work hard enough."

Ouyang Xue didn't mince words with her sister whom she had known for many years, and said directly, "You think about roaming the martial world all day long, but you never seriously cultivate your skills."

"Miss Anlan is not just about to surpass you, her skill level has already surpassed yours."

"Waaah, please stop yelling."

Xian'er's ears drooped, and she looked uncomfortable.

When did I ever insult you?

While criticizing, Ouyang Xue also sighed, "However, Miss Anlan's talent is astonishing. I was far inferior to her at her age."

Stepping out of the room, with rugged artificial hills flanking the winding stone path, Sheng Wansong remarked, "Her skill growth is also nearing its limit."

An Lan's unique physique gave her an extremely high lower limit.

But when she reaches this lower limit, she will need to break through the bottleneck just like ordinary martial arts practitioners in order to continue to improve rapidly.

However, her limitations are also much more fragile than those of ordinary people.

Unless one becomes obsessed with trivial pursuits, achieving a breakthrough is very simple.

Moreover, she also possesses advanced martial arts techniques that can help her break through her limitations.

The three of them walked to Ganjiang Pavilion, which is also the forging room of Mingjian Villa.

The enormous furnace burns with raging fire all day long, a fire that has never gone out since the Mingjian Manor was established hundreds of years ago. Craftsmen come and go, forging all kinds of weapons at the furnace openings around the furnace.

A scorching hot iron bar is placed into cold spring water, hissing and steaming as it solidifies into a weapon coveted by everyone in the martial arts world.

Although it is called Mingjian Villa, Mingjian Villa does not only forge swords, but can forge all eighteen kinds of weapons.

"Everyone seems so busy, who can help Wan Song with the measurements?"

Ouyang Xue walked to the iron table where miscellaneous items were placed, picked up an iron ruler, and was filled with inner turmoil.

Taking measurements is a trivial matter; anyone from Mingjian Manor could do it, so there's no need for her to do it personally.

Moreover, men and women should not have physical contact.

But she kept her father's dying words in mind.

Unlike fathers who treat their daughters as tools, daughters deeply respect and love their fathers.

Thinking that she had not fulfilled her father's instructions in the past few days, Ouyang Xue gritted her teeth and made up her mind.

"This is a small matter, no need to bother the masters, I can handle it myself."

Ouyang Xue walked up to Sheng Wansong with the iron ruler in her hand. "Young Master Sheng, please extend your dominant hand."

Sheng Wansong smiled and extended his right hand. "Miss Ouyang, the way you look right now reminds me of my teacher at school, who used a ruler to fan people's palms while speaking."

"Young Master Sheng is joking."

Lin Xian'er had repeatedly expressed her feelings for Sheng Wansong to Ouyang Xue and even asked Ouyang Xue for advice.

Just a few days later, in front of Lin Xian'er, Ouyang Xue gently took Sheng Wansong's hand and used an iron ruler to measure Sheng Wansong's data.