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Decisions that stem from inner turmoil, it seems the closer someone is to you, the harder it becomes to speak your mind.

Writing down the question brought Jiang Wang a sense of relief. It wasn't that he had solved his inner conflict, but rather that sometimes once you pour out your thoughts, they feel a little lighter.

Jiang Wang put down his pen, the envelope automatically snapped shut, and it transformed into a miniature cloud crane. It circled three times in the courtyard before flying away.

This secret technique, Jiang Wang was truly a little envious. If he also mastered it, he could contact Du Yexiao at any time. He wondered how the tiger was doing in Jiujing Xuanjia. Military communication was inconvenient, and once he left, there was no news at all.

"Hold your sword steady, and keep your footing firm."

In the courtyard, Jiang Wang is teaching Tang Dun and Jiang An'an sword practice.

Two figures, one big and one small, stood in an orderly fashion, each holding a sword of corresponding size.

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Of course, to avoid hurting herself, Jiang Anan's was a wooden sword.

"To walk the sword in an unorthodox way, it is even more crucial to be righteous in one's intentions. First learn the grand and formal swordsmanship before one can master all styles."

What Jiang Wang said were all his own summarized experiences. At least in swordsmanship, he fully possessed extraordinary skills. When pointing out ordinary sword techniques, it was like looking down from a high building.

“A sword has two edges, it can wound both others and oneself. Therefore, one should first subdue oneself, then subdue the enemy. The first 'subduing' is self-control, the second 'subduing' is victory.”

While teaching, Jiang Wang was also summing up himself. Tempering the sword heart, polishing the Dao heart.

There's a saying that goes, "A person's handwriting reflects their character." It doesn't mean you can tell if someone is beautiful or ugly, good or bad just by looking at their written characters. Instead, it means that through the way a person writes, you can see if they have calmness and composure, whether their mind is settled, and what kind of framework they hold onto.

The same applies to swordsmanship.

Xiao An is naturally gifted. With a set of basic sword techniques, he now performs them quite well.

Tang Dun actually gave Jiang Wang an unexpected surprise. This man had a solid foundation, but because no one had guided him in his early years, he had taken some detours and developed some bad habits in his spellcasting techniques. After Jiang Wang made a few corrections, he immediately showed his extraordinary talent.

After half an hour, Jiang Wang announced a break.

A'an is still young, so we can't rush her growth. But this little girl is very stubborn, and she won't stop even if Tang Dun tells her to. So Jiang Wang could only treat them equally. Of course, after Tang Dun goes back, he will definitely practice harder.

In the midst of winter's chill, tiny beads of sweat adorned An An's forehead.

Jiang Wang had already boiled hot water and prepared the bathtub. She took fresh clothes and let An'an take them to her room to bathe.

While Tang Dun went straight into the kitchen.

This amount of training wasn't anything to him. The individual extra training regimen Jiang Wang had arranged for him was the real challenge.

As an older bachelor, cooking was a necessary skill. Of course, his skills weren't particularly impressive, slightly better than the average fly-infested eatery. The only thing he did well was making soup.

He has been in Fenglin City for some time now, and he is currently responsible for the meals of Jiang Wang and his sister. When he's not going to the restaurant, he cooks for them.

Jiang Wang swayed for a while, walked into the kitchen, and glanced around.

Then, turning to Tang Dun who was cutting the meat, he said, “Today I’ll show off my skills and give An An a surprise.”

"Mr. Jiang..." Tang Dun's face was full of displeasure.

When Jiang Wang last tried to "surprise" someone, he ended up making Jiang An'an cry. Even Tang Dun, who was a kind-hearted person, couldn't bear to offend Mr. Jiang, but he also didn't want to see An'an upset. He found himself in a difficult position.

"What's wrong" Jiang Wang said, very dissatisfied. "Look at you, your swordsmanship isn't even passable."

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He glanced at it, picked up the two-jin catty osmanthus fish that Tang Dun had bought, casually took a porcelain plate, and then picked up another kitchen knife, swishing it through the air a few times.

The blades flashed. Fish flesh fell in pieces. From head to tail, every piece of fish was evenly thick, with little variation. It was a masterful display of knife skills.

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Jiang Wang sheathed his sword and gave Tang Dun a satisfied glance.

Tang Dun finally admitted honestly, “This sweetfish I was planning to steam it…”

"Cough." Jiang Wang said, "It's easier for the flavor to permeate after slicing."

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Tang Dun took a look at the plate of fish slices and said with difficulty, "You even cut open the fish bladder. Once the bladder is broken, the fish can't be eaten, it will be very bitter."

"Why didn't you say so earlier" Jiang Wang said a little angrily.

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Tang Dun was speechless and mute.

“I’m going to see if AnAn is done with her bath.”

Bullyin g honest people is really no fun. Jiang Wang patted his butt and walked away.

At dinner time, Jiang Annan was dressed neatly and sat beside the dining table.

Jiang Wang and Tang Dun both sat down, Jiang An'an still kept turning her head to look at the kitchen.

"What are you looking at" Jiang Wang tapped the rim of her bowl with her chopsticks.

"Is there still one fish left" asked Jiang Anan.

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She has an abnormal obsession with food.

Tang Dun was about to speak when Jiang Wang preemptively blocked him, saying, "The fish is gone."

Jiang An'an was very surprised: "How did the fish run"

“Ask the fish,”

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"But didn't the fish run away"

“Yeah, the fish ran away.” Jiang Wang reached out and pulled Jiang An'an’s face back. “Eat your dinner.”

Jiang Anan was stunned for a long time, her mind in chaos.

After dinner, Tang Dun cleared the dishes, while Jiang Wang took An An to the study to do homework.

Since daytime is dedicated to training, the evening must be used to catch up on studies.

Cultivation is a long process, and cultivators spend most of their time struggling with themselves, contending with the loneliness of the long journey. Without a strong enough inner self, one cannot support the long journey. And broad knowledge can enrich the soul.

Actually, Xiao An learns very well. After he doesn't need to help others cheat for money, he always gets top marks in every exam.

Ye Qingyu's reply arrived at this moment.

An An widened her eyes, watching the little crane circle outside the window a few times before landing in Jiang Wang's hand.

"What a beautiful bird!"

"This bird is called a Cloud Crane," Jiang Wang explained as he unfolded the letter transformed from the Cloud Crane.

Guī Jiang Dao-you asks:

If it is known to be wrong, how can there be anything right

The signature is still Yun Shang Qing Yu.

Jiang Wang only felt a sudden enlightenment.

Those in power are often oblivious, while outsiders see clearly. Sometimes, with a simple matter, those involved become entangled and unable to extricate themselves. A casual remark from an outsider can be like a sudden awakening.

All the conflict in his heart disappeared.

The tone was also relaxed, and he took the opportunity to educate Jiang An'an: "Look, this little white crane turned into a letter. When your brother finishes writing back, it will turn back into a little white crane and fly away. This is the magic of Taoism. You should focus on cultivating your practice."

The little crane was so cute, it touched Jiang Annan's heart. She nodded vigorously.

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Jiang Wang picked up the cloud pen and replied:

This is excellent advice! It has opened my eyes. You are truly a teacher to me in just one sentence.

Jiang Wang was about to put down his pen when Jiang An'an, beside him, said: "Brother, who are you writing a letter to"

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“A sister.”

"Could you also write a sentence for me, asking her how she's doing"

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Jiang Wang glanced at her, knowing she had fallen for the other person's Yunhe.

But how could the secret arts of Lingxiao Pavilion be so easily spread

Jiang Wang did not expose the lie, and continued to write:

Also, my younger sister asks me to extend her greetings and well wishes upon receiving this letter.

"An An nudged Jiang Wang again. "Someone even signed it," she said.

Jiang Wang thought for a moment, then wrote on the letter: "Xiao Jiang under the maple tree."

The cloud-like notes, stacked upon each other, transform into a tiny crane.

Jiang An'an held it and played with it for a while before letting go absentmindedly. The little cloud crane flew out the window, its beautiful figure disappearing into the night sky.

On this night, it would surely burrow into An'an's dreams as well.crimson red instantly as she heard the incessant noise.Those soul shadows that merge with the owl, weep or laugh.The sword spirit manifested, its appearance longing for a foe, with one strike it cleav...