The summer is as hot as fire.
Fortunately, Liudu City is located in the northern region, and the morning heat is still bearable.
In a secluded courtyard in the Feng Mansion, Qin Qichao is practicing swordsmanship with great enthusiasm. His cheeks are reddened by the morning sun, and sweat rolls down from them, moistening the soil beneath his feet. The long sword in his hand is swung out again and again, making a "swish swish" sound.
He has already forgotten how many thousands or tens of thousands of times he has performed the most basic sword-swinging movement. But his movements have changed from the initial weakness and unfamiliarity to being rapid and powerful.
Feng Tingliu entrusted a servant from the outer courtyard to teach him martial arts. But that person is also busy with work on weekdays and can only teach him for half an hour every morning. After that, he can only rely on himself to practice repeatedly.
Qin Qichao gradually feels exhausted and realizes that his limit is approaching. But he grits his teeth, trying to break through the limit, and swings the sword two hundred more times before stopping.
"Huh..." He sits on the ground with a plop, breathing heavily.
Qin Qichao doesn't know when he can withstand three moves from Yu Chi Feng by practicing like this. But for now, diligent practice is the only way out, and he dare not be the slightest bit slack.
Qin Qichao doesn't rest for too long before standing up, patting the dirt off his pants, picking up the sword, and going back into the room to tidy himself up.
He still has to work with other servants on the affairs of the Feng Mansion.
In contrast, Feng Tingliu's morning sword practice appears to be particularly effortless.
He is in the mood today and practices the sword for half an hour longer than usual, but his moves are always smooth and skillful.
But after he puts down the sword, he feels extremely hot. He goes back into the room, sits on a chair, takes a fan from the side, and throws it into Yu Chi Feng's arms.
Yu Chi Feng, holding the fan, instantly understands Feng Tingliu's meaning. But he puts the fan aside and fetches a copper basin filled with hot water and a face towel.
" Young Master, you can't fan yourself right after sweating. Let me wipe your sweat with hot water." Yu Chi Feng smiles as he soaks the face towel in hot water, holds Feng Tingliu's hand, and carefully wipes his palm.
"Tsk." Feng Tingliu clicks his tongue and glances at Yu Chi Feng, who is smiling. Although the sweat is wiped away and the touch of the warm face towel makes him feel comfortable, the feeling of being disciplined makes him very uncomfortable. He kicks Yu Chi Feng's calf and orders again, "I want to drink iced plum soup."
"No, Young Master. If you are thirsty, I will ask someone to boil some hot water. Even in summer, you should drink more hot water." Yu Chi Feng disregards Feng Tingliu's commanding tone and refuses again.
Upon hearing this, Feng Tingliu kicks Yu Chi Feng's calf hard once more, "This is an order! Not a request for your opinion!"
"That won't do either. Uncle Zhong told me that Young Master doesn't care about his body the most in summer and asked me to take good care of you." Yu Chi Feng deliberately says in a very serious tone. At the same time, he wipes Feng Tingliu's palm clean, washes the face towel, and then, with one hand supporting the back of Feng Tingliu's head and the other holding the face towel, wipes his face as if he were treating a child.
Feng Tingliu is stunned by the wiping. He has never been treated like this before. He is comfortably served, but also feels extremely ashamed. Immediately, he kicks Yu Chi Feng for the third time.
"What are you pushing your luck for!" Feng Tingliu angrily grabs Yu Chi Feng's collar and pulls him towards himself. The overly close breathing is especially hot, even hotter than the warm sun outside.
Yu Chi Feng looks innocent, and his hand movements don't stop. The warm face towel wipes away the sweat on Feng Tingliu's neck.
Feng Tingliu shivers from the itch.
Feng Tingliu's face visibly turns red and then black. Just as he is about to lift his foot again, thinking about where to kick Yu Chi Feng, the sound of the door being opened suddenly comes.
Feng Tingliu maintains that ugly expression and turns his head along with Yu Chi Feng to look. They see Feng Che suddenly appear, holding an oilpaper package in his hand, from which the aroma of roast chicken is emanating.
The three of them look at each other, and the air seems to freeze on the spot.
"Ha ha! It seems I've come at the wrong time! You two continue being mushy, continue!" Feng Che laughs loudly, covers his eyes with his empty hand, but secretly opens a small slit to continue looking at the two.
"Get out of here, all of you!"
Feng Tingliu can't bear it anymore. He grabs the wet face towel and throws it at Feng Che fiercely, precisely hitting that handsome face covered with strange patterns.
"Ouch! Unfilial disciple! Unfilial disciple!"
In the end, Feng Che sits opposite Feng Tingliu, holding that face towel.
He spreads the oilpaper on the table, revealing the still steaming and fragrant roast chicken inside. Ignoring Feng Tingliu's disgusted gaze, he grabs a chicken leg and stuffs it into his mouth.
Yu Chi Feng really goes to boil some hot water and comes back. The expensive teapot is filled with ordinary hot water and is poured into the exquisite small tea cup, looking no different from the usual tea.
Looking at the steaming water, Feng Tingliu frowns, snorts, and still drinks the water. Seeing this, Yu Chi Feng happily pours him another cup.
Feng Che doesn't look carefully and thinks the teapot is filled with tea. He quickly swallows the chicken meat in his mouth and waves his oily hand at Yu Chi Feng.
"Where's my tea! This roast chicken in Beiji City is really delicious, but it's too oily! Hey, disciple, you should also have a bite!"
Looking at his oily hand, Feng Tingliu moves further away in disgust.
Yu Chi Feng puts down the teapot filled with hot water, turns around to fetch the teapot used for making tea last night, and pours Feng Che a cup of overnight cold tea.
Feng Che is really thirsty. He picks up the tea cup and drinks it without a word. As soon as the tea enters his mouth, it is extremely bitter and astringent, as if he has tasted all the bitterness of the rest of his life.
He really wants to spit it out, but Feng Tingliu is right in front of him, and he doesn't dare to dirty the clean Feng Mansion, so he has to frown and swallow it.
"Cough cough... What the hell is this!" Feng Che coughs repeatedly and glares at Yu Chi Feng angrily.
Yu Chi Feng shrugs and fills Feng Tingliu's tea cup with hot water again, "This is just ordinary hot water. If you want to drink tea, only the overnight one is left."
Feng Che is so angry that he grinds his teeth, "You brat, are you dissatisfied with me?"
"How dare I? You are a senior." Yu Chi Feng responds with a smile.
Hearing this, Feng Che touches his chin, suddenly sneers, "Yes, in terms of familiarity with Feng Tingliu, I am indeed your se-nior." He deliberately emphasizes the word "senior", sounding very annoying.
Naturally, Yu Chi Feng can't stand such provocation and angrily clenches the tea cup, smiling without really smiling.
Feng Tingliu restrains the slightly raised corners of his mouth, reaches out and grabs Yu Chi Feng's belt at the back waist, pulling him back.
"The two of you add up to be no more than three years old." Feng Tingliu glances at the two.
The two meet Feng Tingliu's gaze, respectively shift their sights, and stop making noise.
Feng Tingliu elegantly and calmly takes a sip of the tea cup, not minding that it contains plain water, and says, "So, what are you here for?"
"Why, can't I come to see my disciple if I have nothing to do?" Feng Che says with a smile, but meets Feng Tingliu's cold gaze and suddenly loses his voice. He coughs twice and says, "The Old School and the Exorcist Society have been very restless recently. I heard that you caught a traitor here, and perhaps he was bribed by them."
"No, there have been two such incidents already. They seem to be eager to obtain some information about Liudu City." Feng Tingliu says calmly.
"Well, I don't know what they are going to do." Feng Che leans back casually, lifts his legs, "They can plant people in Liudu City, and so can I. But the people I sent out haven't sent back any news yet."
"It seems that the matter is not simple. At least the people you sent can't get access to deeper secrets." Feng Tingliu raises an eyebrow, "I also sent someone to interrogate the traitor we caught that day, and he doesn't know anything."
"Yes - So, I want to come and stay in Liudu City for a while." Feng Che turns to look at Yu Chi Feng andHe raised his eyebrows provocatively provocatively raises his eyebrows.
Yu Chi Feng sneers, "What does this have to do with you staying in Liudu City?"
"To see if there are any more such undercover agents. Follow the vine to find the source of the problem."
Upon hearing this, Feng Tingliu suddenly pauses, puts down the tea cup, and looks at Feng Che, "So, you are very free?"
"Free? How can this be called free? I am..."
"If you are free, come and do one thing, and in this way, your goal can also be easily achieved." Feng Tingliu interrupts Feng Che's words and suddenly shows a mysterious smile.
Feng Che inexplicably shivers, feeling that this matter is definitely not simple.
In the outer courtyard of the Feng Mansion.
Feng Che is holding an ordinary iron sword in his hand, looking at the bewildered young man in front of him with great annoyance. He can tell at a glance that this young man has definitely never learned martial arts, and he can't even learn the most basic horse stance well.
But Feng Tingliu asks him to teach this young man swordsmanship!
"What are you thinking? Do I look that free?!" Feng Che glares angrily at Feng Tingliu.
Feng Tingliu doesn't care and shrugs, "Just like how you taught me back then, why not?"
"You learned martial arts when you were a child! This kid has no foundation at all! You are killing me!" Feng Che points at Qin Qichao with his finger and curses loudly.
Qin Qichao still looks at Feng Che bewilderedly, completely attracted by the strange patterns on his face. He doesn't know what the Evil Cult is, but he also knows that the man in front of him is unfathomable.
"City Lord, who is this...?" Qin Qichao asks.
"The leader of the Evil Cult. He will stay here for these days. Seize the opportunity and learn more." Feng Tingliu says slowly, ignoring the cursing Feng Che beside him.
"Okay!"
"Hey! You haven't asked for my opinion yet! You are such an unfilial disciple!"
"If you teach him martial arts, I will have a way to send him deep into the enemy. You just need to move your mouth. This deal is not a loss." Feng Tingliu shrugs, casually waves his hand, turns around and leaves the outer courtyard with Yu Chi Feng.
"Damn!" Feng Che curses, sits on a chair next to him with a plop. He is dressed stylishly but has a sullen face, looking particularly funny.
Qin Qichao is still bewildered with the sword in his hand. He bows to Feng Che and says carefully, "Senior, please give me more guidance."
Feng Che looks him up and down, touches his chin and thinks.
Although this kid looks a bit thin, he has quite a lot of muscles and seems very strong. And this kid has a determined expression, and he really wants to learn martial arts from him.
Maybe he is really a good seed.
"I'll make it clear in advance. I was Feng Tingliu's master back then, and I was very strict with him. I won't be lenient with you either. If you do something not well, you will be punished!"
"Okay! No problem!"
Looking at his gaze, Feng Che nods in satisfaction, "Swing the sword a hundred times for me to see first."
"Okay!"
"Hey hey, your posture is not right. Spread your feet a bit more."
Yu Chi Feng follows Feng Tingliu out of the outer courtyard and is still a bit worried about Qin Qichao, unable to resist looking back.
"Young Master, is it really okay to let him teach Qin Qichao?"
"Why not? I learned my swordsmanship from him. Although this person's personality is not good, his martial arts are indeed excellent."
"But he is the leader of the Evil Cult..."
"I know what you are worried about. Feng Che won't teach him the martial arts of the Evil Cult. Rather, if Qin Qichao shows signs of going berserk during his martial arts practice, Feng Che is the one who can solve the problem the most." Feng Tingliu shrugs, "He is the one who hates the martial arts of the Evil Cult the most among the Evil Cult."
Yu Chi Feng seems to understand something, but when he carefully ponders over Feng Tingliu's words, he senses something is not right.
"Could it be that, Young Master, you once went berserk?"
Feng Tingliu pauses for a moment, and suddenly chuckles.
"It's no big deal. If the obsession in the heart is too deep, it is inevitable to have inner demons. When I was young, it was Feng Che who helped me solve this problem and prevented me from falling into the demonic path."
"Young Master..."
"It's just a small matter. Don't worry about it." Feng Tingliu turns his head, reaches out and pats Yu Chi Feng's back waist hard, "Hurry back. Now I can take a bath and also want to drink iced sweet soup."
"Okay, I'll go right away!"