Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Chapter 37

There was no one on the terrace on the third floor of Wangshu Inn at the moment. Everyone knew that this was the territory of a certain immortal, so no one would come upstairs to disturb them unless there was something important. Moreover, because of the huge noise during the previous war and the heavyweights who came and went to Wangshu Inn after the war, everyone understood that there was another gentleman who was also seriously injured and recuperating upstairs. Everyone basically gathered downstairs.

"I...shouldn't have been exposed, right?" Lin Huan held the sword, leaned against the railing, felt the wind, and laughed softly.

"I don't know. It shouldn't be that easy. Don't worry. Everyone should only know that Mr. Feng is Qinglong, but they don't know that Mr. Feng is Lin Huan. Or, Lin Huan is an immortal... this equal sign." Gan Yu laughed teasingly, "But... you basically can't hide it from your acquaintances. From the Seven Stars to your father... well, that's about it. Ah Huan, just accept everyone's love for you."

Lin Huan smiled when he heard that. He turned around and looked at Gan Yu, bowing slightly.

Ganyu was right. Apart from a few close friends and relatives, and his younger brother who fought alongside him that day and whose identity was accidentally (? ) guessed by someone and then tipped off, there were probably only these few people in the entire Liyue Harbor who knew his identity.

"Okay, I don't want to think too much about it... Rehabilitation, rehabilitation~"

He placed the sword on the railing and did a few simple stretching movements (Gan Yu was protecting him with some concern: Ah Huan, go slower, I'm scared.). Lin Huan bent down to pick up the long sword, and shook it hard to unsheathe the snow blade.

"Really, from this point of view, the green knot is really beautiful in your hands." Ganyu smiled with some admiration, and then... suddenly felt a little confused. "But what kind of swordsmanship are you using for rehabilitation? I have never seen it before!"

"Indeed, it's reasonable that you haven't seen it..." Lin Huan smiled and said softly.

"Ganyu, do you want to learn this? This set of swordsmanship of mine...I brought it from my hometown. It's a technique used by people in my hometown to strengthen their bodies. Her sword moves very slowly, but she uses softness to overcome hardness. In actual combat, she can roll back an opponent who is much more powerful than herself, thus defeating the enemy without anyone noticing. It has a very long history, and it has been created many, many years ago. It has a long history and should not be underestimated."

Tai Chi swordsmanship combines hardness and softness, is as good as water, and benefits all things without competing. Lin Huan gently moved the green blade of the green sword, changing his pace, each step was firm and steady, each move was unhurried, and the speed was not fast, but each move had a force that shocked Gan Yu.

Slowly, Lin Huan was enveloped by the green sword light, and slowly, she became one with the green sword, feeling the joy and happiness transmitted from her palm... The wind elemental power swirled and gathered, and this time it was not as desperate as that day, cutting her flesh inch by inch like a knife. They passed smoothly through her sleeves, brushed her body, nourished and dredged her stagnant meridians. Even the lingering black filth on her chest did not cause great pain under such a big movement.

Gan Yu smiled relaxedly. She moved a little further away to give Lin Huan some space, but also because she was afraid of being swept by the gentle but still sharp sword wind. She pulled out a bamboo chair and sat down, holding her chin, admiring her friend's long-lost comfortable and relaxed dance. This leisurely sword dance was like clouds floating in the sky, and like the warm wind blowing across the cheeks, making people feel light and comfortable, as if all the troubles and sorrows left the body with the dance and disappeared into the air.

"Are you feeling a little relieved...for now? That's great." Ganyu sighed.

After the dance, there was a gentle applause and the sound of approaching footsteps behind him. Lin Huan finished his move, put his sword behind his back, and looked back.

"Very good sword dance, it seems to be much better." Mr. Zhongli's voice came. "Well, without further ado, let's get ready to go."

Lin Huan lowered her head and smiled. She could feel her hand that was not holding the sword being lifted up by another cold hand, then put down, lifted up again, and finally tightly held. So she turned around and looked at him, standing opposite him.

"Xiao, you've worked hard these days. Let's go take them home now."