CHAPTER 223: 0154 WISH-MAKING MACHINE MISS LI (TWO-IN-ONE)_2

As once the most dazzling existence, the sword was used to signify status, from its meaning to its appearance, it couldn’t be more fitting.

Yun Qian heard this and gently nodded, "So, it’s not considered a weapon?"

"A weapon it still is, but this is what Chang’an uses for practice. Ahem... saying it’s not, well, could also be said." Li Zhibai thought that the word "weapon" certainly carried a hint of bloodthirstiness and would definitely not be considered a good thing in a young girl’s mind. She instinctively didn’t want someone as pure as Yun Qian to touch it.

She looked at Yun Qian’s fair and slender fingers, thinking such beautiful hands should be playing the qin or chess?

"You are his teacher." Yun Qian slowly said, thinking she naturally listens to her husband’s teacher.*

If the teacher says it’s not a weapon, then it’s not.

What kind of weapon, killing enemies and defense, a symbol of identity, none of these have any meaning to Yun Qian, instead, it’s a burden.

After all, just as Yun Qian is not good at fighting with people, she has no concrete concept of power.

Since it is not considered a weapon... then there is no cause and effect of killing in it, if she touches it, nothing bad would happen.

"Is it here that I grip?" Yun Qian’s nail pointed at the sword hilt wrapped in white cloth.

"Hmm." Li Zhibai responded.

"I’ll try." Yun Qian grabbed the hilt with one hand, exerting a slight force, yet the Longsword lay on the stone table, motionless.

"So heavy?"

"Sister, this is fine steel." Li Zhibai smiled, thinking although it is heavy, it shouldn’t be so much that you can’t lift it, it’s just this sister is too weak.

Luckily, she was careful just now and didn’t directly hand it to Yun Qian. Otherwise, if she couldn’t hold it and dropped it on the ground, she would lose face again.

"I really have no strength." Yun Qian took a deep breath, grabbed the hilt with both hands, silver teeth clenched tight.

Due to excessive exertion, Yun Qian’s face turned slightly red, and a faint sound escaped her mouth.

With Yun Qian’s greatest effort, the Longsword wobbled and left the stone table, she held her arm horizontally, persisted for three seconds before being pulled down by the heavy Longsword, upper arm muscles trembling, waves of soreness came.

Too heavy.

The Longsword in Yun Qian’s hand shook violently, so much so that the ribbon on her ponytail swayed intensely.

"Clang!"

As Yun Qian let go, the Longsword fell on the stone table, making a crisp sound.

"Phew..." Yun Qian exhaled a cold breath and shook her head, "I... can’t hold this thing."

The Fine Steel Longsword was too heavy, just lifting it slightly made her wrist ache in waves, moving her fingers even a little would cause discomfort.

Li Zhibai looked at Yun Qian in difficulty, curled her lips, an expression of reminiscence flashing through her eyes. She smiled and said, "Sister’s slender and willowy figure reminds me of myself in the past, also weak."

But now...

Li Zhibai casually picked up the Longsword, wiped her finger across the blade.

"Zheng——"

Accompanied by sword humming, the White Sword Cyan Radiance sliced through the space, leaving behind faint luminous traces, like a sword net, enveloping the courtyard completely, impenetrably.

Li Zhibai never used to flaunt, but she did so for this newly acquainted, dearly beloved sister.

Twisting the sword in a flourish, Li Zhibai set it down, asked, "How is it? Beautiful?"

"Beautiful." Yun Qian calmly said.

"Beautiful, I can teach you." Li Zhibai was really moved to take Yun Qian away from Wen Li and teach her personally.

"Such a thing, you go and tell him." Yun Qian’s finger brushed over the Longsword, spoke casually.

Xu Chang’an asked her to learn from Wen Li, but didn’t mention Li Zhibai.

"Mm." Li Zhibai nodded, looking at Yun Qian’s wrist, recalled scenes of sisters playing and suddenly said, "Sister, do you want to try using the sword?"

"I do." Yun Qian said, "But I can’t lift it."

"I can help you." Li Zhibai didn’t say "teach her" this time.

"Help me?" Yun Qian looked at her, "How to help."

"You hold the sword." Li Zhibai said as she went behind Yun Qian, gently holding Yun Qian’s slender wrist, then lifted it upwards.

With Li Zhibai’s help, Yun Qian easily lifted the heavy Longsword.

Moreover, to let Yun Qian feel involved, Li Zhibai didn’t completely remove the force, just maintained the sword’s weight at the level Yun Qian could just lift.

She could be said to be extremely attentive.

"Swing it like this." Li Zhibai guided, making the Longsword in Yun Qian’s hand seem alive, drawing a sword flower in the air.

Since Yun Qian was the main player, the motion looked somewhat clumsy.

"How is it? Isn’t it a bit uninteresting." Li Zhibai smiled, withdrawing her force.

"Quite, quite interesting." Yun Qian breathed heavily, panting lightly, the warmth escaping the girl’s mouth rising to become a white mist, slowly ascending.

Still heavy.

This is the price of participation.

"What’s interesting..." Li Zhibai was about to speak, suddenly halted.

At this moment, she belatedly realized something, a mysterious trajectory suddenly replayed in her mind, looking closely, a subtle and formless silver light in Li Zhibai’s eyes moved along a track.

An Ran safely watching Yun Qian wield the sword, this was an impossible occurrence, but as the girl enters worldly life with her husband, it became possible.

So at this moment, Li Zhibai felt a peculiar sensation in her heart.

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