Yours truly, Ouyang Feng

Chapter 17 17. Are all women in the prosperous Tang Dynasty so unrestrained?

Yang Yuhuan's personality was different from what Ouyang Feng had imagined.

She is not the kind of gentle, quiet, dignified and elegant woman.

She is cheerful and lively and loves to laugh.

When she laughs, she doesn't care about not showing her teeth. She always laughs with her head bent over, revealing her white teeth.

She was also very quick in movement, and loved to jog quickly while holding up the hem of her skirt.

When she made good progress in practicing Qinggong and received praise from Ouyang Feng, she would cheer like a little girl.

Ouyang Feng was a little surprised at first.

But relief soon came.

Women in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, who were not bound by etiquette, should have been like this.

Besides, her favorite sports were dancing, horse riding, and even "polo", a dangerous sport that was listed as a military training subject by Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty and featured fierce confrontation and some cavalry combat characteristics.

With her hobbies like these, how could she not be cheerful and lively?
Being so good at sports, she must have a pretty good aptitude for martial arts as well.

His memory and comprehension were also good. Not only did he quickly memorize all the key points of the footwork and the breathing rhythm that went with the footwork, but it only took him three or four hours before he was able to maintain a good breathing rhythm while practicing the footwork.

You can’t cultivate inner strength in an illusion.

However, the cultivation experience accumulated in the illusion can be brought back to the physical body and directly formed into muscle memory.

Therefore, as long as Yang Yuhuan could learn the "dragonfly skimming the water" technique in the illusion, she would be able to master the skill instantly after returning, and even quickly cultivate the first trace of internal energy.

Yang Yuhuan practiced very seriously.

She was certain that this was "immortal magic", a magical power that could help her control her own destiny, so she practiced it continuously, not feeling bored at all, and not wanting to delay for a moment.

She would not get hurt in the illusion, nor would she feel tired, hungry or thirsty. As long as she didn't want to stop, it would not be a problem for her to practice until the end of twelve hours.

Ouyang Feng did not stop her obsession with practicing martial arts.

He stood on the sidelines with his hands behind his back, occasionally giving her some pointers and correcting some of her minor mistakes.

For several hours in a row, he did not feel bored.

Obviously it was just the "dragonfly skimming the water" and not the "light footsteps on water", but Yang Yuhuan actually exuded a bit of the charm of "as graceful as a startled swan and as elegant as a swimming dragon".

The bright red dress fluttered with her light steps, like a dancing firework or a rose in the wind, releasing her youthful vitality and infecting the viewers' emotions with her ultimate beauty.

Even Ouyang Feng was somewhat intoxicated by her graceful dancing posture.

Before I knew it, the twelve hours were almost up and it was time to say goodbye.

"Brother Ouyang, how is my sister's training going?"

Yang Yuhuan looked at Ouyang Feng, her eyes sparkling and her pretty face full of smiles. She no longer had the initial restraint, revealing her true nature.

"Yes, you have a talent for martial arts. You have mastered the art of flying like a dragonfly skimming the water. After you go back, you will be able to master martial arts immediately."

Ouyang Feng praised generously and warned:

"But after we go back, when we really practice, we can't practice non-stop like we did today. When practicing martial arts, we must have a certain degree of tension and relaxation, otherwise we will only hurt ourselves."

Yang Yuhuan nodded solemnly:
"I remember."

"I have two prescriptions here. One is for internal use, which can help you regulate your meridians and is good for your internal strength training. The other is a medicinal bath recipe, which can help you increase your strength and strengthen your bones and muscles. Go back and get the medicine according to the prescription and use it according to the method I told you."

Since ancient times, medicine and martial arts have not been separated.

People who practice martial arts tend to have some knowledge of medical skills and also have some prescriptions to assist in their practice.

These two prescriptions were obtained by the old owner when he was traveling around the world in his early years, and the effects are quite good.

Although the medicinal materials used were a bit expensive, Yang Yuhuan could afford them without any difficulty considering her wealth.

Ouyang Feng told Yang Yuhuan the two prescriptions, and explained in detail the methods of internal administration and medicinal bathing. He asked Yang Yuhuan to repeat them several times. When she had memorized them completely, he nodded and said:
"Very good. When you go back, follow the prescription and practice diligently. With your natural talent, you should be able to cultivate internal strength quickly."

"Internal force?" Yang Yuhuan asked curiously, "Is that the power of the immortals?"

"It's not magic power." Ouyang Feng thought for a moment and said, "But it can indeed do some magical things. For example..."

He snapped his fingers and a gust of wind shot out, smashing a falling peach petal into pieces three feet into the air.

With Ouyang Feng's newly acquired finger-snapping skills, he could only shatter the delicate flower petals from three feet away.

If you hit someone with the wind from your fingers, it won't hurt unless it hits the eyes.

But this still made Yang Yuhuan's eyes light up, and she said excitedly:
"After cultivating inner strength, can I also do this?"

"If you want to be like me, you have to wait a long time until your skills are deep enough."

After a pause, Ouyang Feng continued in a nonchalant tone: "Next time you come, change into clothes that are more convenient for practicing martial arts. It's best to tie up your chest... too."

Yang Yuhuan's current outfit was already somewhat unrestrained, revealing a large area of ​​her plump and snowy figure. When she was exercising just now, her full and round breasts were bouncing endlessly, which really made Ouyang Feng a little distressed.

In his previous life, he was devoted to study as a student, hoping to achieve great things with his excellent academic performance. However, he was diagnosed with a terminal illness before graduating from university. After struggling for more than two years, he still did not survive, so he had never been in love.

In this life, I am addicted to martial arts and I don't like women, but at my age now, some desires can no longer be controlled by my will.

But Yang Yuhuan was so naturally charming.

"Breast binding?"

Seeing that Ouyang Feng's tone was nonchalant but his eyes seemed a little uncomfortable, Yang Yuhuan, who had experienced this, immediately understood.

She lowered her head and looked at her chest, pretending to be distressed and said:

"Oh, this is indeed too big. It affects my mobility. Next time I will tie it up with cloth and change into a knight's uniform."

As she spoke, she stole a glance at Ouyang Feng and saw that his gaze seemed to fall on her involuntarily. He suddenly smiled slyly, raised his hands abruptly, and lifted up the plump and full fruit, causing it to bounce for a while.

Seeing Ouyang Feng avoiding her gaze unnaturally, she curved her eyebrows and smiled:
"Brother Ouyang, you are so cute!"

When he finished speaking, the time had come and Yang Yuhuan's graceful figure disappeared from the illusion.

Ouyang Feng, who was teased, was left shaking his head speechlessly.

"How dare you tease me... A woman from the Great Tang Dynasty is too unrestrained and passionate. Next time, I'll make her suffer."

Looking around at the deserted fantasy world, Ouyang Feng decided to leave.

……

another world.

In the imperial city of Chang'an, in the "Taizhen Palace" where Yang Yuhuan became a nun.

The beautiful woman sat in front of the dressing table, staring blankly at the ebony comb in her hand.

On the originally ordinary wooden comb, there was a flickering of some strange light that only she could see.

Earlier, when she was holding this comb and was about to comb her hair, she seemed to have entered the "fantasy world outside the sky" and met the handsome and heroic master of the fantasy world.

When she came to her senses, she suddenly found that she was still holding the wooden comb, about to comb her hair. The twelve hours she had spent in the illusion with the young man in white and practicing the Qinggong technique under his guidance seemed to have passed in a flash.

"Is it a dream?"

She was somewhat doubtful whether this was a dream.

But when she thought about it, the footwork and breathing method of the "Dragonfly Skimming the Water Technique" and the two prescriptions taught to her by Ouyang Feng emerged in her mind.

She held the wooden comb tightly, stood up, looked around, suddenly tapped the ground with her toes, jumped lightly, and landed silently on the dressing table.

Afterwards, he jumped down from the dressing table, using the dragonfly-skimming-on-the-water technique to continuously move and leap. Although he could not leap two meters like Ouyang Feng, he could easily avoid various obstacles in the room, and even jump lightly and silently onto tables, chairs, and beds.

After trying for a while, her eyes were filled with deep surprise.

"I really have mastered Kung Fu! That was not a dream! I really have learned the magic!"

She clenched her fists excitedly, waved them vigorously twice, pressed her chest to calm her emotions, and concentrated on practicing Qinggong in the room.

My little brother Ouyang said that with her natural talent, as long as she puts in some effort, she will be able to develop "internal strength" quickly.

She was really looking forward to the "immortal power" that could do all kinds of miraculous things.

Reality is not like fantasy.

After running and jumping for only half an hour with all her heart and soul, Yang Yuhuan's cheeks were already flushed, she was sweating profusely, and her body was exhausted.

She kept Ouyang Feng's warning in mind and was about to stop to rest for a while, but suddenly she felt a slight warmth at the Yongquan point on the bottom of her foot, and there seemed to be a weak airflow.

"This is?"

Yang Yuhuan intuitively felt that the time had come, and she gritted her teeth and held on for a while, feeling the weak airflow rising from the Yongquan point on the sole of her foot, running along the meridians in her legs, tracing back to the Dantian in her lower abdomen, and gradually stabilizing.

Feeling the weak airflow in her dantian, Yang Yuhuan was filled with surprise and almost cheered out loud.

"I have developed inner strength!"

That night, Yang Yuhuan cultivated the first trace of internal energy.

Although it is as thin as a gossamer and has almost no practical value, for her, it is at least a successful start.

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