Chapter 2, Hearts Connected.

Cold Lingfeng was unwilling to call a girl who is five years younger than him as his senior sister. So he proposed to his master, either to compete in martial arts to determine seniority, or to determine seniority based on age.

Later, my older brother personally took me up the mountain to compete in chess skills with the renowned Tiankuang, who was considered the best martial artist in the world by the martial arts community. However, Tiankuang arrogantly believed that his chess skills were unparalleled and had a high opinion of himself. But that day, he suffered a crushing defeat in a game against my brother, Chu Aotian, and reluctantly accepted me as his disciple.

As expected, the master lost. So he made a three-year agreement with us. After three years, if Lingfeng's martial arts are better than mine, I will call him "Senior Brother". If my martial arts are better than his, he must respectfully call me "Senior Sister". As for Qingyun, it doesn't matter because he is destined to be the junior apprentice brother, both in terms of martial arts and seniority.

''This--'' The old man, Leng, frowned deeply back then. He was good at drinking, but his chess skills were said to be quite embarrassing.

In order to maintain my title as the senior sister, I, Tu Shu, have worked hard for three years to avoid being called "senior sister" by a girl five years younger than me. Even Lingfeng has been practicing hard for three years.

The master is full of confidence and vows to regain the title of second in the world. However, for many years, he has never won against Cold Lingfeng even once. As a result, one time, the master got angry like a child, smashed the chess pieces and left. Halfway through, he turned back and cursed at Cold Lingfeng.

Master and his opponent played a game. If he lost, he promised him. As soon as I heard the master's words, I knew that my position as the senior sister was in jeopardy.

I take pleasure in practicing martial arts. Even in hardship, I can still find joy, just like Cold Lingfeng. Only Yunqing is afraid of hardship, preferring to play the piano, paint, and indulge in melancholy over autumn and the moon.

I just finished paying my respects to my master, serving tea, and then the old man, Mr. Leng, took Mr. Leng Lingfeng up to the Kuangfeng Mountain. Apart from my brother, he is the most handsome man I have ever seen, but he lacks the gentleness of my brother. His eyes are as cold as ice, but when he smiles, he outshines my brother.

My music becomes more intense, and the cold wind's flute becomes more spirited. He never allows me to surpass him even by half a point. Our master scolds us every day, saying that we disturb people's dreams every night. How can we let people sleep?

You dare to deceive your master, can't you let the master have a turn? It made me and Leng Lingfeng look at each other, and finally burst into laughter.

Every time he roars, we obediently take the scolding, but at night we still do what we want to do. Gradually, even the master became numb. As for me and Lingfeng, we have been competing in qin skills for many years, and in the future, we can achieve a deep understanding and play a piece together with great harmony.

After three months of apprenticeship with Leng Lingfeng, my elder brother brought a handsome young man named Yun Qing to our master. Our master accepted him as a closed-door disciple and once said that the three of us were all martial arts prodigies with exceptional understanding and rare talent that only comes once in a century. He no longer had any regrets in this lifetime.

Master Tiankuang, when he was young, was betrayed by the woman he loved the most, and narrowly escaped death. Since then, he has remained unmarried and abstained from any relations with women, and has been determined not to take any female disciples. Chuhan Sword took me up the mountain, only to be turned away.

"I can accept him as my disciple, unless you can defeat me in chess. Otherwise, even if the Emperor himself comes, I will still drive him away," the master said to the stern old man with a rough voice. His long hair, like wild grass, covered his actually handsome face. In the eyes of many, the master was a strange man, behaving eccentrically and arrogantly."

Cold Lingfeng reluctantly and dare not defy Master's words, so he can only respectfully call me Senior Sister, but his expression is very awkward. Every time he calls me, I tilt my head slightly upwards, making him furious.

From now on, after our master finishes teaching us martial arts, he will always play chess with Cold Lingfeng. He even forces me to watch, afraid that if he wins, no one will know.

"How about a little competition between us?" Ten-year-old Leng Lingfeng looked at his master with composure, speaking in a gentle and modest tone, yet his clear gaze exuded confidence and a demeanor that could make people bend at the waist, momentarily stunning his master.

Leng Lingfeng has been carefully cultivated by the cold old man since he was young, undergoing strict training. At the age of ten, his martial arts skills were already very advanced. Although I was only five years old, I was already training by learning to crawl. I was also trained by Chu Hanjian for two years, so naturally I am not weak. Among the three of us, Yun Qing has the weakest foundation and is the laziest in martial arts training. Although our aptitude is equally high, our martial arts skills are much inferior.

My older brother is afraid that I will practice martial arts every day, which will make me rough and uncivilized. Therefore, my room is decorated in an elegant and refined manner, with everything from musical instruments, chess, books, and paintings. No matter how hard I practice martial arts, every day my brother requires me to burn incense, brew tea, and read books for half an hour. Then I play the piano for a while, do embroidery, write poetry, and paint. He says that this can cultivate my temperament, and I listen to everything he says and do as he instructs.

After three years, the three of us had a martial arts competition. Yun Qing gave up without any determination, while I fought against Leng Lingfeng and ended up in a draw because I was younger than him. My master said I was more powerful, so I was declared the winner.

"You?" The master glanced at Lingfeng with a cold, disdainful look in his eyes. His voice was filled with contempt. Lingfeng remained unfazed and silently arranged the chess pieces. As the master's addiction to chess grew, Lingfeng didn't utter a word and had already made his move. I remember that back then, Lingfeng's lips curled up slightly, accompanied by a knowing smile. In that moment, I felt that the master would lose.

Master's wooden house is not big, with only three rooms. Master and I each occupy one room, and the remaining one is given to Yunqing and Leng Lingfeng. Perhaps because of the loneliness on the mountain, two people with completely different personalities surprisingly have a great relationship.

Cold Lingfeng enjoys playing the flute, I enjoy playing the piano. In the quiet of the night, Kuangfeng Mountain often plays the piano and flute together, and there is also the disturbing sound of Yunqing's poetry.

Sure, here is the translation: As expected, the master suffered another miserable defeat in this game. Within a day, he went from proclaiming his unparalleled chess skills to being ranked third in the world. I'm wondering if it's because my brothers are too skilled in chess or if the master is simply too weak?