At a glance, Feng Fei was overjoyed. Before Feng Jiu could speak, Feng Fei dropped what he was holding and rushed to Feng Jiu's side: "Is this Feng Wu's snake bone whip and python skin armor?"
Feng Fei carefully touched the python skin armor. It was soft to the touch, unlike the scaly feel of typical python skin. What was even more surprising was that it had a slight warmth to it. Without thinking, Feng Fei was about to take the python skin armor back to his room to change, but Feng Jiu stopped him.
"Don't rush to try on the python skin armor. Try on this snake bone whip first!"
Upon hearing this, Feng Fei nodded, put the python skin armor back into Feng Jiu's arms, picked up the snake bone whip, stood in the courtyard, closed his eyes, thought about the basic whip techniques, and then began to use the snake bone whip.
However, having no prior experience with whip techniques, Feng Fei felt powerless when wielding the snake bone whip. But this did not diminish his fondness for the snake bone whip; holding it in his hand felt like using his own arm.
Feng Fei happily said to Feng Jiu, "Thank you, Feng Jiu, I really like this whip and soft armor!"
Hearing Feng Fei's words, Feng Jiu, who had been keeping a straight face, finally showed her cute side. She skipped over to Feng Fei and stuffed the soft armor into his arms. "I'm glad you like it! Then you should practice your whip technique. I'm going back now!"
The words were still ringing in Feng Fei's ears when Feng Jiu had already returned to the ring.
Feng Fei carried the soft armor and snake bone whip into the room. She wanted to change into the python skin soft armor and then try out the snake bone whip!
When Yuanjue returned, there was only unfinished breakfast left in the courtyard. Yuanjue looked at the food box in his hand, wondering if Fengfei could still eat it.
As soon as he stepped into the courtyard of the main house, he saw Feng Fei push open the door and come out. He was no longer wearing the same clothes as before, but a light yellow tight-fitting outfit, and he was holding a whip that he had never seen before.
Feng Fei looked up and saw Yuan Jue. She was startled at first, but then suddenly turned around and retreated into her room. Yuan Jue was completely confused, not understanding why Feng Fei reacted this way, but he understood the next moment.
Feng Fei came out of the room again a short while later, carrying a soft armor with python patterns in her hands.
"Yuanjue, this is your python skin soft armor!" Feng Fei's eyes were full of hope for approval.
Yuan Jue smiled slightly, not bothering to ask Feng Fei where she got it from; she would naturally get it when she wanted to. Yuan Jue handed the food box to Feng Fei, and then took the python-skin armor from her hands.
"Is it for me?"
"Yes, of course! I have one myself, and I'm already wearing it! Go and change!"
"Is it just the two of us?"
Feng Fei nodded, urging Yuan Jue to change quickly. Hearing Feng Fei admit that it was only between them, Yuan Jue felt a warm current flow through his heart. Yuan Jue obediently went into his bedroom, instructing Feng Fei to take the food box he had just brought back to the kitchen before closing the door. She could eat it if she wanted; otherwise, she could leave it in the kitchen.
Feng Fei nodded, and after quickly closing the door for Yuan Jue, he took the food box and went to the east courtyard.
On the stone table in the east courtyard, there was still the food that Feng Fei had just finished eating. Feng Fei tried it and found that it was cold, so he put the food box aside, tidied up the stone table, and went back to the kitchen to get bowls and chopsticks, waiting for Yuan Jue to come out after changing into his soft armor.
After Feng Fei had finished arranging everything, Yuan Jue also changed into his soft armor and came out of the room. He had also changed his outer robe; the color was not the usual light red, but a pale yellow that was very similar to the color of Feng Fei's outfit.
Seeing this, Feng Fei couldn't help but think of the words "matching outfits." Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she patted her face to shake off the thought, smiling as she watched Yuan Jue approach.
"You haven't had breakfast either, have you? Let's eat together!"
She then opened the food box and scooped out all the food inside. If someone didn't know better, they would definitely think that this food was carefully prepared by Feng Fei for Yuan Jue, but anyone with eyes could see that it was clearly prepared by Yuan Jue for Feng Fei. However, Feng Fei was completely oblivious to this and calmly invited Yuan Jue to eat.
Yuan Jue was enjoying the moment, remaining silent and simply eating. In this tranquil and cozy atmosphere, Feng Fei felt awkward and could only eat in silence, though inwardly he was thinking, "I shouldn't have invited Yuan Jue to eat with me. So awkward! So polite!"
If Yuan Jue were to overhear her true feelings, he might just storm off. But who knows? Everything Feng Fei is doing right now is beautiful in Yuan Jue's eyes—beauty is in the eye of the beholder!
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Chapter Twenty-Seven: Peaceful Days
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Peaceful Days
Yuan Jue finished his breakfast in a cheerful mood, while Feng Fei ate his meal with a stiff and awkward expression.
Seeing Yuan Jue put down his bowl, Feng Fei quickly followed suit and put down his bowl and chopsticks as well: "Are you going out?"
Yuan Jue nodded. "Do you need me to bring anything back for you?"
"No need, no need!" Feng Fei hurriedly waved his hands and shook his head, finally managing to see Yuan Jue out the door. Feng Fei leaned against the courtyard gate, letting out a heavy sigh of relief; he was exhausted. However, the thought of being able to test the power of the snake bone whip to his heart's content immediately gave Feng Fei renewed energy.
If you want to try the snake bone whip, you can't do it without knowing the basic whip techniques.
Feng Fei closed his eyes and carefully reviewed the basic whip techniques that Feng Wu had given him. As he thought about it, he drew the snake bone whip from his waist and began to wield it.
The basic techniques of the soft whip consist of only two main forms and five applications. The two main forms are shaking and waving, and the five applications are shaking, chopping, flicking, sweeping, and entangling.
Shaking is a variation of impact techniques, waving is a simulation of striking techniques, and entangling is a continuation of grappling techniques.
The tremor is the most reliable, practical, and lethal whip technique. A lightning-fast strike to the wrist can easily break it. If the tremor hits a vital area, it can be fatal.
In traditional whip techniques, chopping, sweeping, and flicking are forms rather than methods; the heavy whip head limits its ability to reach the level of swords and knives.
Entanglement is a special skill of soft weapons. However, only masters dare to use entanglement techniques. If your martial arts skills are mediocre, never try to entangle others; that would be tantamount to courting death. Besides, your opponent is a person, not a weapon!
Understanding it is one thing, but actually doing it well is not easy, especially since the snake bone whip was made from the bones of that giant python, so its power is unimaginable. Before long, Feng Fei felt extreme pain all over her body. If she hadn't changed into the python skin armor beforehand, she probably wouldn't have been able to stand up.
Gritting his teeth, Feng Fei practiced for another hour before stopping. Ignoring whether the ground was clean or not, he sat down and began to regulate his breathing to recover.
The jade-colored spiritual energy was indeed extraordinary; in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, it completely healed all the wounds Feng Fei had just suffered, and even restored much of his energy. Before long, Feng Fei stood up again, full of energy, and began practicing his whip techniques.
Thus began Feng Fei's cycle of "practicing whip techniques...getting injured...meditating to recover...practicing whip techniques..."
Time slipped by, and Feng Fei didn't even have time for lunch. Yuan Jue didn't return at midday either, and Feng Fei only briefly considered the thought when he had a spare moment in his mind.
As darkness fell, Feng Fei returned to her room. Although she was eager to improve her strength as soon as possible, she knew that haste makes waste, and excessive practice could easily backfire.
Feng Fei sat by the bed for a short while before getting up again to boil some water. Just as she was about to rest, she suddenly smelled the stench of her own body. Only then did she realize that she had been practicing whip techniques all day and was already "incredibly smelly."
However, as soon as Fengfei entered the kitchen, she was conflicted. Back in China, she didn't get along well with kitchens. Who knew if she would burn down the whole courtyard while trying to boil some water?
Hmph, it's just boiling water!
Feng Fei inwardly berated himself before resolutely heading towards the stove.
But how do you use this stove? Fengfei tried hard to recall, but unfortunately, he didn't know much. He could only try as best he could. Fengfei found a tinderbox, scooped up a handful of dry grass, lit it, and stuffed it into the stove hole. He then quickly scooped up firewood and threw it onto the burning grass. Because he used too much force and grabbed too much firewood, the fire was quickly extinguished.
Feng Fei wasn't discouraged; she had already lit it, hadn't she?
Feng Fei encouraged himself and repeated the steps he had just taken, but he was much more careful when adding the firewood, and he even chose some drier pieces of wood. Once the fire had grown bigger, Feng Fei added larger pieces of firewood.
Fengfei, who was happily tending the fire, had obviously forgotten to add water to the pot. It wasn't until he had stuffed the pot full of firewood and got up to go back to the courtyard to rest for a while that he discovered there wasn't a drop of water in the pot!
Feng Fei quickly fetched water from the well. Although it was early spring, the well water was still quite cold. As soon as the water was poured into the pot, it made a crackling sound. A sense of foreboding flashed through Feng Fei's mind, and he quickly dodged out of the way. Just as Feng Fei slipped away, the pot exploded with a loud bang, splashing water everywhere.
Only when the thick smoke stopped billowing from the kitchen did Feng Fei cautiously step inside. She tiptoed, as if afraid of accidentally stepping on some landmine.
Feng Fei, both amused and exasperated, picked up the shattered iron pot and carefully searched the kitchen. With great difficulty, he finally found a new iron pot and placed it on the stove.
We must turn on the water first!
Fengfei quickly filled the water tank and relit the stove. Everything went smoothly, but because the water that had splashed out earlier had soaked the firewood, thick black smoke immediately billowed from the kitchen. Forced to flee, Fengfei escaped from the kitchen again.
When Yuan Jue returned, he saw Feng Fei emerge from the kitchen with his face covered in black stuff and his body covered in dust.
"Xiaofei, what are you doing?" Yuanjue's voice was tinged with laughter.
"Uh, I'm boiling water..." Feng Fei awkwardly wiped his face and took a small step back.
Yuan Jue craned his neck to look towards the kitchen, and his expression could no longer be kept up as he burst out laughing.
Feng Fei, somewhat embarrassed and angry, shoved the firewood she was still holding into Yuan Jue's arms and ran towards her room: "Help me boil some water, I want to take a bath..."
Yuan Jue smiled and agreed, then went into the kitchen into the thick, choking smoke. After a short while, the smoke stopped coming out. No one knew how Yuan Jue did it.
Feng Fei was restless in the room, twisting the hem of her clothes one moment and staring blankly out the window the next, until Yuan Jue's soft voice came from the window: "Xiao Fei, the water is ready."
"Okay!"
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When Fengfei finished washing up and came out, she found that Yuanjue had returned with food. The dark red wooden food box reflected the moonlight in the courtyard, emitting an enticing aroma. Fengfei carried the food box, glanced at the house where Yuanjue lived, and a smile appeared on her face.
"Xiao Fei." Yuan Jue called out to Feng Fei, who was about to return to her room. He held out his hand, revealing two items in his palm: a book with a slightly tattered cover and a crimson whip. Feng Fei looked at Yuan Jue in confusion, not quite understanding what this meant.
“This is a whip technique. I saw you carrying a whip today, so I guess you were planning to use it. I found this in a cave once. I don’t need it myself, so I’m giving it to you. This whip is an ordinary one that you can find everywhere in the market. Looking at your whip, I estimate that it might be quite powerful, and I’m worried that you might hurt yourself.” Yuan Jue explained with a knowing look in his eyes as he met Feng Fei’s gaze.
However, Yuan Jue's deep affection was clearly in vain. Feng Fei didn't even see it. He just took the books and whip, yawned, and said in a sleepy voice, "Ugh, thank you! But I'm so tired! I'm going back to rest now. You should wash up and rest too!"
Nodding at Feng Fei's retreating figure, Yuan Jue touched the palm that Feng Fei had accidentally touched earlier and chuckled softly.
And so, Fengfei and Yuanjue lived a long period of quiet life. During the day, Fengfei practiced whip techniques in the courtyard, and after washing up and resting for a while in the evening, she would cultivate her jade-colored spiritual power. Yuanjue would disappear every day and return before Fengfei finished her practice in the evening, bringing back food and boiled water for the night.
When summer arrived and the town of Qingfeng was ablaze with fiery phoenix flowers, the tranquility of the small courtyard where Fengfei and Yuanjue lived was shattered.
Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Man Who Suddenly Intruded
Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Man Who Suddenly Intruded
That day, Feng Fei, unusually, went out and did not practice his whip skills in the courtyard as usual.
Feng Fei walked along the streets of Qingfeng Town, her eyes filled with the dazzling beauty of phoenix flowers, their fragrance intense and intoxicating. For a moment, Feng Fei was captivated. In the Celestial Empire, she had never been one to appreciate the scent of flowers, but for some reason, the fragrance of the phoenix flowers only made her feel intoxicated, without the slightest discomfort. Perhaps she truly had a special connection with these phoenix flowers.
Thinking of this, Feng Fei smiled. Usually, Yuan Jue would buy the food and take it back, and she was starting to feel embarrassed about it. Feng Fei, carrying the silver she had borrowed from Yuan Jue, headed towards Zuifeng Pavilion, but as she turned the corner, she caught a glimpse of a strangely dressed person following her.
Feng Fei's heart skipped a beat, but he still pretended to be nonchalant and walked towards Zuifeng Pavilion.
Upon entering Zuifeng Pavilion, Feng Fei pulled aside the waiter who had introduced the dishes to her last time, whispered a few words in his ear, and then sat down at a table by the window, ordering a pot of tea to quietly sip.
Before long, the waiter came to Feng Fei with a food box. After whispering a few words to Feng Fei, Feng Fei followed the waiter to the backyard of Zuifeng Pavilion with the food box.
The person who was following Feng Fei saw Feng Fei walking towards the backyard with the waiter and, in a hurry, appeared at Zuifeng Pavilion. Another waiter then went up to greet him warmly.
Feng Fei followed the waiter into the backyard, thanked him softly, and stepped into a room with an open door. After the door was closed, an old man in drab gray clothes carrying a vegetable basket came out.
Before the man following Feng Fei could even dismiss the waiter who had entertained him, he saw the waiter who had led Feng Fei into the back courtyard bring an old man into the main hall of Zuifeng Pavilion through another door. The man glanced at the old man suspiciously, realizing he wasn't the person he was supposed to be following, and then turned his gaze back to the entrance to the back courtyard.