"Xiao Bei, you can't get close right now. I smell terrible. This white liquid helps me cleanse my essence and clear my mind. Let's go back to the manor. After I clean up, we'll practice Tai Chi together. I suddenly had some insights during the practice of this heart technique."
"Okay, I'll go get you some water."
"Xiao Bei, you don't need to do such things. Go change into your martial arts clothes, and we'll practice later."
"It's just getting some water. I'll go to the kitchen and arrange it at the big stove." Xiangbei filled a large wooden tub with hot spring water from the space and added a small cup of nebula vortex dew before calling someone to carry it to the guest hall. With this soak, Cheng Mo truly felt relaxed all over.
Xiangbei returned to her room, tidied up in the space, and then came out. They met the siblings from the Huo family discussing on the stone platform. Cheng Mo's thoughts shifted slightly as he stepped forward. "General Huo, Lady Tong, greetings."
"Greetings, Prince Mo."
"Respects to Duke Mo."
"Cheng Mo is about to practice Tai Chi with Xiao Bei. Would the two of you be interested in watching? We hope to learn from the General's guidance." Cheng Mo was very humble and respectful.
"I have often seen the young men of the manor practicing this fist KungFu together at sunrise in recent days. Although I have only seen ten moves, I already feel its profundity. I've heard that this fist technique was created by the Prince. Today, I have the honor of witnessing the Prince's demonstration. It is indeed a great fortune in my lifetime." General Huo, who was a martial artist himself, had long admired the beauty of Tai Chi. When he heard about this opportunity for a full-view observation, there was no possibility of refusal.
"Uncle, yesterday you were calling for Ah Mo when asking for black powder. How come today it's become Prince Mo?" Cheng Mo, entangled in their intimate relationship between Qiao Er and Xiangbei's family, was still a bit jealous, so he was quite particular about their titles.
"Yes, yes, yes, it's Ah Mo. So, Ah Mo, it is Uncle lucky to have this opportunity."
This was Cheng Mo's first time sparring with Xiangbei after mastering this technique. Through uninterrupted practice in the space for multiple durations, coupled with the blessing of cosmic energy and spiritual aura, XiangBei's Tai Chi had advanced from health-preserving exercises to pure martial arts, all without Xiangbei's knowledge.
During this sparring session, not only were the spectators from the Huo and Tong families amazed and shocked, but even the two practitioners themselves were astonished.
Guiding Qi air with intention, expanding and contracting between stillness and movement, soft and stable like a heavily loaded ship sailing on a river. The gentle movements concealed strength within, as if separating the chaotic world with every punch and palm strike. When released, it filled the universe; when withdrawn, it retreated into the heart, reaching the limit without any match. At the moment they both finished their movements, they understood: "Tai Chi is the Way, the common principle of heaven, earth, and all things."
"Prince Mo, I never imagined that this technique could reach such an exquisite level. To witness it is a great fortune in this lifetime," General Huo exclaimed as he stepped forward after they finished their movements.
"Uncle, this technique is most beneficial for health and vitality. Xiangbei has always expressed her hope that Grandfather in the capital could also practice this technique to prolong his life. However, due to the long journey, it's not feasible at the moment. I wonder if you would be willing to practice and familiarize yourself with it first, then return to the capital to teach Grandfather, conveying Xiangbei's intentions?"
"Prince Mo, this, this..." Few martial artists in the world would not cherish a supreme skill, let alone when it's personally transmitted by the creator. Of course, Cheng Mo took credit for this pioneering achievement to protect Xiangbei. General Huo immediately knelt down and bowed, "General Huo Changfeng, the Mounted General, thanks Your Highness for your teachings. I will convey my father's gratitude to Your Highness."
Lady Tong entered with tears of joy in her eyes. Thirteen years of amnesia, the most heartbreaking moment was seeing her elderly father with white hair and her family looking haggard. She had thought that after marrying and settling in the mountains, she would hardly be able to show filial piety to her parents. But Xiangbei, her Xiangbei, understood her feelings. She thanked her for her filial piety. At the same time, she could see that this Prince Mo truly cared for Xiangbei, considering her in everything. Her own selfishness towards Qiao Er was probably unfounded. She was overwhelmed with mixed feelings, feeling lost.
The team escorting General Huo back to the capital boarded their ships directly from the west side pier of the Fuhai Pavilion.
They returned with two more ships loaded with gifts than when they arrived. Gifts from the Tong family, from the North-South Supermarket, from the Zebei Mountains, and even items from the space that were not too extraordinary were all brought out. People from various parties were sending gifts, and each ship was filled to the brim.
In the main cabin of General Huo's flagship, prominently displayed were the tiger king skins hunted by him and the twenty-four Tai Chi sword techniques derived from the foundation of martial arts personally drawn by Xiangbei. This was the intention of the Tong family, the produce of the East Binh Mountain. Would her father now feel at ease knowing that his daughter who had come here from afar was well taken care of by her in-laws?