Chapter 8, Rice Porridge

Zhao Ling'er frowned and said, "Indeed, internal martial arts do have some lightness techniques that can enhance one's agility and make the body feel light, but we are not immortals; how could we possibly fly?"

Zhao Xian muttered to himself, suddenly startled, and turned to ask: "Ling'er, did you just say that it was half a day ago when your master sent you down the mountain?"

Zhao Xian still wore a smile on his face, but it had already become stiff

The backyard of the Duke of Su's residence, Zhao Xian's bedroom

Zhao Ling'er

This was probably her only joy in practicing martial arts on the mountain. When she spoke of it to Zhao Xian, a smile involuntarily appeared at the corners of her mouth, and the sadness in her heart diminished considerably

Zhao Xian calculated silently for a moment in his mind, estimating that one zhang is approximately three meters, and several zhangs would be at least nearly ten meters. Even if it is not a jump of ten meters high, a distance of ten meters is already quite remarkable. In later generations, an Olympic champion would certainly not be able to achieve this

Old Huang stood still, murmuring the question: "Young Master, who is she...?"

Zhao Xian苦笑不已: "Then you might as well go back to the mountain..."

Zhao Xian smiled faintly: "She is my biological sister, the eighth daughter of the Duke of Su's residence, Princess Zhao Ling of Changsheng."

The sunlight poured in like a golden sea, and Zhao Ling'er obediently sat on the only chair in the room, while Zhao Xian, sweating profusely, was tying her hair with a strip of cloth.

Old Huang grinned and said, "Since the young master has styled his hair, it is naturally good-looking"

At this point, the young girl felt a sense of pride

Zhao Ling'er left the residence ten years ago, and Old Huang has been with the Prince Su's residence for nearly twenty years, so he naturally knows that the Prince Su has this young daughter

The level of this cheap younger sister is merely at the stage of an apprentice hero, not even qualifying as a young hero

Old Huang suddenly shivered and fell to his knees with a thud, repeatedly bowing to Zhao Ling'er, tears welling in his eyes: "Your Highness, you have finally returned home. It is a pity that the old prince was unable to see you one last time; even before his death, he was always thinking of you!"

Struggling to suppress the thoughts in his heart, Zhao Xian swallowed hard and murmured, "Ling'er, do you know martial arts?"

Sister Ling'er, can you... fly with a sword?

This brings to mind the mysterious old Taoist master of the little girl, as well as her exceedingly strange figure and footwork

Since the existence of martial arts in this world is acknowledged, in Zhao Xian's worldview, the sole criterion for measuring martial prowess is the number of units of measurement that a master can strike.

Zhao Ling'er helped him from the ground to the side of the table, placed the breakfast that Old Huang had brought in on the table, and then reached out to pull Zhao Xian over, forcing a smile: "Our family has encountered a great disaster, and now there are only the three of us left, so what is there to distinguish between master and servant? Let's eat together."

Zhao Xian was feeling quite pleased with himself. Upon seeing Old Huang, he pointed at Zhao Ling'er’s twin ponytails and said to Old Huang, "Old Huang, what do you think of this young master’s hairstyle?"

Seventh Brother, you are truly wonderful, and you can also braid hair. From now on, I will let you braid my hair!

Heavens, could it be that there is no Li Xiaoyao in this world?

So, over the years, who has been styling your hair?

So, who have you fought with

Zhao Ling'er let out a chuckle: "Not only does our esteemed master have a wife, but he also has a pair of children. Our senior brother is his son!"

She served three bowls of rice porridge, one for each of the three people, placing them in front of Lao Huang and Zhao Xian

Zhao Ling'er huffed and turned her head away: "I won't stoop to fighting with those rough men!"

It is truly strange

She is exceptionally understanding and immediately prepares to pay her respects to Old Huang

Zhao Xian was dumbfounded; in his view, hairstyling should be a natural skill possessed by many women. Even in later generations, there are very few girls who do not know how to style their hair, let alone in ancient times

After chatting for a while, the two siblings who met for the first time gradually became familiar with each other. After leaving the ancestral hall, Zhao Xian patted Zhao Ling'er on the head, pointed at her hair draped over her shoulders, and jokingly scolded, "By the way, why are you dressed like a ghost from a library? Your hair is all over your shoulders, and you're wearing all white. You just startled Seventh Brother."

In Zhao Xian's bedroom, there were only a set of tables and chairs, and a bed; nothing else. As for the bronze mirror, it could be said that it was nonexistent, and even if it had existed, it had been sold. Zhao Ling'er could not see what her hair looked like. Upon hearing what Old Huang said, she also smiled happily.

Even my esteemed master, who has practiced internal martial arts for a lifetime, is already quite remarkable for being able to leap several zhang with a boost of energy

No... won't comb hair

Old Huang was startled and quickly dodged, repeatedly waving his hands: "This... how can this be, Your Highness, this is all Old Huang's duty!"

Young Master, who is this young lady?

Zhao Ling'er, seeing Old Huang crying so sorrowfully, also felt her eyes redden. She stepped forward to help Old Huang up with her own hands and said, "Uncle Huang, I have heard my Seventh Brother speak of you. During these three years of his illness, you have taken great care of him. I would like to thank you on behalf of my father and mother."

The day he crossed over was approximately three days ago. If he had not crossed over himself, the Zhao family men would have just perished. In this light, it seems that the master of my dear younger sister...

I dislike ... ...

Is this... a world of high martial arts

In recent days, Zhao Xian has been perusing the family genealogy of the Duke of Su, and of course, he is well aware of his younger sister's title of princess. This rather imposing title has an origin; back in the day, Zhao Ling'er was frail and often ill. In order to seek a good omen, Duke Zhao Gong submitted multiple petitions before finally obtaining this title, hoping to bring good fortune and longevity to his youngest daughter.

Thinking of this, he swallowed hard and said: "Ling'er, how many strong men can you defeat?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ling'er felt her eyes welling up again: "Indeed, half a month ago, my master said that the male members of our family had only about ten days left to live, and urged me to return to see them one last time. Fortunately, heaven has blessed us, and Seventh Brother, you are still alive"

Speaking of tying hair, this is quite a technical skill, as there is a young master and a young princess in the house, yet none of them can do it

Moreover, the name of this younger sister...

Zhao Ling'er furrowed her brows and pondered for a moment: "Apart from the senior brothers on the mountain, I have not fought with anyone else."

Seven... Brother Seven?

At that time, Zhao Ling'er was extremely endearing, and everyone in the household adored this young princess. After the old Taoist priest took the princess away, many people in the residence secretly shed tears, and even privately remarked that Zhao Gong had become senile, having been deceived into giving away his daughter

Zhao Ling'er immediately glared, wanting to draw her sword to demonstrate the martial arts she had learned over the past ten years to Zhao Xian, but was intercepted by Zhao Xian's swift action.

Always particular about etiquette and propriety, the usually unwilling Old Huang, who never dined at the same table as Zhao Xian, surprisingly did not refuse this time. It is unclear whether he was reminded of past events, but countless tears seemed to have flowed into a bowl of rice porridge.

He told you that all the members of our family have died, didn't he

Zhao Ling'er pouted her small lips and huffed, "What can I do? I have been down the mountain for half a month, and it was not easy to find this place. After washing my hair at the inn, I don't know how to style it, so I can only let it hang loose for now"

Zhao Ling'er scratched her head and said, "Yes, he said that if I can find my home within ten days, I will be able to see my family one last time"

Zhao Xian, drenched in sweat, finally unleashed his imagination and styled a double ponytail for Xiao Ling'er. He looked at his creation and smiled with satisfaction.

Zhao Ling'er wiped her tears with her sleeve and raised her head, saying: "Since the moment I ascended the mountain, my master has begun to teach me internal martial arts. I have worked hard and practiced for ten years..."

Master's wife

obediently, leaping several zhangs

At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Old Huang entered from outside, carrying breakfast. Upon seeing a man and a woman in the room, Old Huang was taken aback.

On the entire mountain, apart from the senior brother and the master, no one can defeat me

Seventh Brother, why do you ask such a question

Isn't your master a Taoist? Do Taoists also have wives?

After hearing Zhao Ling'er’s words, Zhao Xian was left in a state of confusion. In just three short days since his arrival in this world, he unexpectedly gained another younger sister

Indeed, the term "strong man" serves as a unit of measurement in martial arts literature. In various martial arts stories, heroes often encounter dozens of strong men who are not to be approached...

Very impressive