Su Jian didn't chase or hurry after Wei Luo, feeling a bit disappointed. When Wei Luo approached him, he grasped her small hand with one of his and they walked to the main courtyard hand in hand.

  After walking for nearly half an hour, they finally arrived at the main courtyard. The main courtyard was over a hundred acres in size, and the two of them had no idea where the young master of Jingling lived, so they prepared to go in and ask someone else.

  Just as they arrived at the main entrance, a middle-aged man came walking towards them.

  He swiftly stood still and said in a low voice to Wei Luo: "He is someone from beside the Prince of Jingling, he was just here."

  Wei Luo nodded and the two of them naturally let go of each other's hands.

  This middle-aged man had an oblong face, slightly pale complexion, and his facial features were quite regular. Seeing Wei Luo and the others approach, he paused for a moment and said, "You two follow me!"

  "Agreed."

  "The young one is bold, daring to speak directly to the Duke of Jingling and make a request! The duke is kind and generous, allowing you two to work in the third-class guest house's courtyard, study room, but with what you see, you can offer advice."

  Wei Luo and Su exchanged a smile, and simultaneously replied: "Yes."

  Unlike Yu Su's delight, Wei Luo's delight was because she didn't have to face Prince Jing directly.

  The middle-aged man led them through several stone corridors and came to a courtyard. The courtyard was in an uproar, with the noise of arguments carrying far and wide. The middle-aged man led them into the gate, pointing inside and saying: "This is the Third-rate Food Guest House, where there are virtuous scholars and Confucianists, all of whom can be your teachers."

  "Agreed."

  "I will have your uncle arrange for you all."

  "Agreed."

  His uncle was a dry and thin old man with a square face and dull eyes. His name was Uncle Gong, his surname was Shu and his first name was Gong.

  As for Wei Luo and Su, Uncle was completely unfeeling. After arranging a temporary room for the two of them and handling related matters, he left with a shaky gait.

  Wei Luo and Su slept together in a wing room, which was a room in a large stone courtyard, adjacent to the right garden, with an awkward location. The entire stone house was deep and long, but only had one door that let in light, and due to the lack of sunlight and snowfall, the room was very gloomy.

  The bed was a large platform, both wide and long, which could sleep five people. It occupied one-fifth of the entire room. On top were laid dry grass, reed mats and hemp quilts.

  Wei Luo sat on the stone bed, lost in thought. Just that morning, Gao Yi had arranged for her to move into a nice house, but she hadn't expected to have already moved out after just one glance at the enemy's home.

  Forget it, didn't the master say that the swordsmen were just temporarily borrowed? Although I'm not a swordsman, maybe I still count as a temporary resident. Just hope that when the time comes to return, there will still be people who remember me.

  It's better if he doesn't want to, thought Wei Luo, and the more she thought about it, the more hopeless this matter seemed.

  However, Wei Luo thought that since she had grasped the opportunity to leave Junlin Fu, her heart was much more at ease. It seems that the most important things now are two: one is to live a good life without attracting the attention of the young master of Junlin, and the other is to think of ways to make some money or learn a skill to survive, in preparation for leaving Junlin Fu and Xintian City.

  At this time, a soft "susu" sound came from behind Wei Luo, and Su heard saying: "It's so cold, too cold, Wei Luo, let's hug each other and sleep for a while."

  Wei Luo's face turned black and she hummed: "Why do you want to hug?"

  Su Qi said: "It's so cold, we should hug each other to sleep!"

  Wei Luo turned her head and said heavily: "I'm not used to sleeping with strangers!" She added, "You sleep a little further away from me!"

  The thin lips pouted, and muttered: "Weird kid, too heartless."

  In this matter, Wei Luo was extremely dissatisfied with him, but still maintained a straight face.

  Wei Luo stood up and looked out at the snowflakes. In this short moment, a thick layer of snow had already accumulated on the ground.

  Wei Luo pushed open the stone gate and walked out.

  She walked around the house, originally wanting to find a place to practice her sword. But with this thick layer of snow, where could she find a clean spot? Wei Luo thought for a moment, then took out three tree trunks from outside and made a simple frame herself.

  Lying flat on the bed, he opened his eyes wide and watched as Wei Luo placed the tripod in one side of the room. He watched her hang a silk thread in the middle of the tripod. Then, he watched her take out a wooden sword from her bosom. With a "ha" sound, she swung the wooden sword at the floating silk thread!

  I couldn't help but burst out laughing at this point.

  Wei Luo's face turned black, and she didn't even bother to argue with him.

  Su stretched out his elbow and rested his face on it, smiling as he said: "Wei Luo, are you really practicing swordplay or just playing around? No wonder everyone says there's a young child who likes to play with wooden swords."

  Wei Luo's face turned even darker, she didn't turn her head back, but instead let out a heavy hum from her nostrils.

  Su Xiao said: "Why don't you go ask a sword master?"

  Wei Luo pretended she hadn't heard.

  In fact, she still doesn't know if what she's doing is useful or not. She only knows that the breathing method she came up with has an amazing effect. She only knows that even when she's sleeping, she can feel a surge of heat flashing through her chest and abdomen. She only knows that when that heat flashes by, the wooden sword she randomly stabs out with makes a sharp whistling sound, cutting through threads with just a touch, and even leaves an imprint on wood.

  Sometimes Wei Luo would think that if he could have summoned this heat during his last battle with Cheng Xun, even if he had been holding a copper sword, he wouldn't have feared him.

  For Weilo, practicing swordsmanship in this way was to temper her arm strength, wrist stability, and the method of exerting force when drawing a sword. Moreover, Weilo found that by repeatedly practicing with a wooden sword, she could induce the appearance of hot flashes. The longer she practiced, the more frequent they appeared.

  Her true advantage lay in her exceptional eyesight, Weiruo thought to himself. When she could wield the copper sword with ease for half a day without feeling tired, then and only then would he consider her training satisfactory. In Weiruo's opinion, with his own superior eyesight and ability to hold a sharp weapon, he should be able to intimidate ordinary swordsmen.

  Thrust, slash, parry, one sword after another, for a whole hour, Wei Luo's movements were so steady. Unbeknownst to her, the fluttering silk threads grew shorter and shorter. The warmth in her chest and abdomen also became more and more apparent.

  It was unknown how long had passed when the torches outside grew brighter, and the smell of wine and meat wafted in continuously. Behind Wei Luo, a soft snoring sound began to resonate.

  Wei Luo looked out the window, not intending to go out for dinner. She had been hungry for too long, and the meat dish at breakfast was eaten too full, until now her stomach was still aching, and the food in her stomach had not been fully digested yet.

  As for Su, he was a young master, and this identity made him worry-free about food and clothing. Even if he skipped a meal, it didn't make much of a difference. So Wei Luo also got lazy calling him.

  Sweat seeped out fine, was steamed dry by the heat, and then seeped out again. It wasn't known how long had passed when the only light between heaven and earth came from the fiery glow reflecting off the snow, but Su still hadn't woken up. Wei Luo finally became so tired that he couldn't stand steadily either.

  She propped herself up with her wooden sword, closed her eyes and breathed quietly for a while. When she opened them again, her hands and feet had some strength back in them.

  The sound of the sheng music outside had already dispersed, and it was probably approaching midnight. Wei Luo quietly took out an old hemp garment and quietly dug up a large block of snow from the snowy ground. Then, she slipped into the corner at the back of the room. This place was surrounded by walls on two sides, with one side being the stone house where she lived, and in front of it was a large pine tree blocking the way. Except for the fact that it was drafty and cold to the point of being unbearable, there was no fear of people coming.

  Wei Luo glanced around cautiously, listened carefully for a while, and only when she was sure it was safe did she take off the hemp clothes on her body and use a snowball to rub herself vigorously. The wind blew in from all sides through the gaps, blowing against her delicate skin, causing countless goosebumps to appear, and also making her whole body tremble uncontrollably.