Forgotten Legend Of The Bloodied Flower

Chapter 90 - Sparring Against Feng Siblings

The only good thing was that it was not filled with malice since they were only competitive against each other but not to the point of wanting each other lives. Despite their age differences, the two of them were indeed similar to each other.

Watching these two, Old Master Nan felt tired. It has been a week and these two were still like that. He turned to look at his daughter. "How's Hua'er progress?"

Nan Si Qiao had finished eating and currently wiping her mouth. She looked at her father. "In terms of painting realistically, it's not bad. But if she had to start painting something new, it'll take a long time. The same thing goes for music. She can play well as long as she had seen it before. Even though so, I have nothing to say about the atmosphere around her..."

She had asked Nan Hua to play a playful and cheerful song before, but what she got was the complete opposite. With Nan Hua's indifferent expression, the song turned slightly strange as if it didn't fit the atmosphere at all.

In the end, she had to change the theme of music that could suit Nan Hua's disposition and personality. If she forced Nan Hua to change her atmosphere, it would be too hard as the young girl has always been so cold... so cold that Nan Si Qiao felt a bit aggrieved when it was mentioned.

How come a 9 year old girl be so indifferent, ah?

"I see." Old Master Nan nodded. "Would that be enough for her to survive?"

"I would like her to refine her technique more." Nan Si Qiao glared at Old Master Nan. She would definitely not allow Old Master Nan to teach her niece more of martial arts and other things.

She wanted Nan Hua to grow up like normal girls!

"Alright, alright." 

The next day, Nan Hua's training in painting was interrupted by Nan Luo who was running over happily. He was holding his wooden sword and the word 'pride' and 'elation' could be seen written all over his face. The only thing lacking was some ink to make it even more clearer.

"Hua'er! Hua'er! I finally defeated Cousin Feng Ao Si!" Nan Luo said happily.

Nan Hua, who was holding the brush to paint, looked at Nan Luo and nodded. "Good job."

If he still couldn't defeat Feng Ao Si after she told him about his current weakness, Nan Luo would be too poor. Thankfully, he had high understanding of his martial arts and naturally it meant that he could utilize his strength to target his opponent's weakness.

Nan Si Qiao arched her eyebrows. She turned to the back and saw Feng Ao Si looked so ashamed to himself. Her lips curled up to form a smile, yet it seemed as if there was a dreadful aura behind her. "I see, do you have anything to say, Feng Ao Si?"

"That's only a fluke! He still can't defeat me in terms of overall strength!" Feng Ao Si retorted.

Feng Ao Kuai, who was following his brother while carrying a bamboo scroll, looked at his brother. "If you don't fix your weakness, the result will be the same."

Feng Ao Si's face darkened considerably. He turned to look at his younger brother resentfully. Unfortunately, Feng Ao Kuai had long been immune from his older brother's deathly stare because it had happened very often. He simply unfurled the bamboo scroll and continued to read while leaning on the tree nearby.

His nonchalant attitude could really irk people who saw him.

Nan Si Qiao then turned to look at her son. Her eyes narrowed. "No dinner for you today. Go and train again."

"...Yes."

Feng Ao Si glared at Nan Luo, as if saying that he would not lose next time. On the other hand, Nan Luo merely puffed his chest when he looked at his older cousin and smirked. He would accept the other party's challenge whenever he wanted.