Qingyun's Love: Tiger Boy Falls in Love with a Pretty Lawyer

When Ranmo returned home, her mother told her to invite Qingsheng to come home for dinner, as they hadn't seen each other for a while.

Ran Mo thought, then she should take the initiative to invite him next time they meet. After all, he was just delivering a message for her mother, and she didn't say anything else to him.

That day at school, Ranmo had just sat down at her desk when Azan hurried in. Seeing Ranmo, he whispered to her, "Qingsheng is under house arrest."

Ran Mo was delighted when he heard this. With his skills and temperament, even a wall several feet high wouldn't be able to stop him. Besides, his father wasn't around, so who could stop him?

Azan told her that it was said that it was an extremely strict martial arts teacher who set these rules so that he could concentrate on practicing martial arts and not run around.

Ranmo recalled what Qingsheng's father had said about hiring a hermit master to teach him. Could this be him?

She actually felt a little relieved. Humph, there's always someone who can control you. Make you stop talking to me.

Azan said with regret that he wouldn't be able to practice martial arts with Qingsheng for the time being. A hint of melancholy crossed his face. Ranmo hadn't seen him look like that in a long time.

Ran Mo comforted him: "It's okay, you can learn about law and litigation with me first. It takes a lot of effort to master this." Azan nodded.

Ran Mo suddenly had an idea and asked, "If you were asked to choose between studying law and learning martial arts, what would you choose?" Ran Mo secretly wanted to ask which teacher he would choose between her and Qing Sheng.

Azan was a bit stumped by the question. He scratched his head and said, "Both of these are very powerful skills. I'd definitely like to learn both."

Ran Mo simply changed the way he asked the question, "So do you want to learn from Qingsheng or from me?" After saying that, he felt a little regretful. Why did he only learn Wei Hua's style?

Azan blinked his bright eyes, seemingly not quite understanding what he heard. He then said:

"As for what to learn, I'd like to learn martial arts from Qingsheng right now. Only when I have improved my skills can I deal with those bad guys and protect myself." Ran Mo thought that this was indeed very important to him.

"However, if you ask me who I want to study with, I naturally want to be with you." After Azan said this, he looked at Ran Mo with a smile, with a sweet and playful gleam in his eyes.

Ranmo was caught off guard. Why did Azan's tone and expression bear a striking resemblance to Qingsheng's? Did he not only learn martial arts, but also that guy's little expressions, thoughts, and tricks?

Ran Mo changed the subject and started talking about how pitiful Qingsheng was being grounded.

Azan nodded and said that when he went to find Qingsheng, Qingsheng asked him to pass a message to Ranmo through the courtyard wall. Ranmo pricked up his ears and listened.

"He wants to ask if the teacher's method of punishment is legal. Please find a way to rescue him quickly."

Ran Mo thought, if it were in modern society, corporal punishment of students or restriction of personal freedom would definitely be illegal, but what era is this? Don’t you know that?

She asked Azan, "If the teacher is too strict, he can run away on his own." It's not like he hasn't run away before.

Azan told her, "I'm afraid it won't work. The strange thing is that the instructor is really amazing. There's one trick in particular that both Qingsheng and Wu Shao are afraid of him. He's good at acupressure. After being hit, the whole body becomes numb and even unable to move.

Qingsheng argued with him, saying that such a move was not gentlemanly. As a result, he was hit twice more by the teacher, and he grimaced in pain.

Ranmo was stunned. This was truly a crime. Azan also said that Qingsheng and Wu Shao later came up with a plan. When they saw things were going wrong, they would split up and run around the field. The teacher wasn't as nimble as them, and it took him a while to catch up.

Thinking about that scene, they both laughed. Azan then asked if they wanted to find a way to "rescue" Qingsheng.

Ran Mo felt a little conflicted. He was happy that he could meet a strict teacher and concentrate on learning martial arts, but he was also a little disappointed that he would not be able to meet him often in the future.

Suddenly, she thought of an idea. She asked Azan to lean over and whispered the idea to him. Azan's eyes were filled with joy, and he urged her to act quickly.

At noon that day, in front of the grand Wu Mansion, stood two people in unusual attire. Azan was dressed in school uniform and carrying a bookcase.

The guy next to him was different. He was wearing a long gray cloth gown and a square wide-brimmed hat, and looked like a teacher.

This was a look Ranmo had deliberately created. To make it look more realistic, she even used some toner to lightly apply some on her upper lip and jawline. At first glance, it really looked like a beard.

Azan had previously informed Qingsheng that Ranmo would come to meet him disguised as a teacher, and that he would just follow the etiquette of teacher and student when the meeting took place.

After the doorman informed them, the two of them entered the Wu Mansion. Looking at the high walls and deep courtyard, it must be very uncomfortable to be confined there.

The servant led them to the backyard, where they saw three people practicing in the open space against the wall.

Qingsheng and Wu Shao stood side by side practicing punches and kicks, and there was another person standing beside them giving instructions. It was the instructor.

The two did not dare to disturb them. After the servant left, they sat on a bench not far away and watched them train.

Ran Mo originally thought that he could come over during lunch time to talk, but he didn't expect that these people were so devoted to their practice that they hadn't stopped even now.

After Qingsheng clenched his fist over there, he glanced over here and suddenly saw the familiar figure.

He was immediately overjoyed, a smile spreading across his lips. But his teacher noticed and scolded him, "Don't let your concentration wander!" Qingsheng quickly regained his composure and continued practicing.

Ran Mo saw this and couldn't help but smile. It really is true that there is always someone better.

She recalled a classmate from her college days who was bold and uninhibited, fearless of everyone except Ranmo. Ranmo, in turn, had a mischievous classmate he feared, and those mischievous classmates were afraid of this one. This cycle became a running joke among the students.

The three of them finally finished their practice and walked over to the bench. As they approached, Wu Shaoqingsheng looked at Ranmo, visibly taken aback, then tried to suppress a laugh. Ranmo remembered that she was wearing makeup, so she had to put on a serious face.

She quickly took a look at the real Mr. Zhen. He looked young, with a tall figure, a full face, and bright eyes. He had a bold and unrestrained demeanor, like an ancient knight.

Ran Mo hurriedly stepped forward and saluted, saying, "Hello, Mr. Instructor. I'm the teacher who teaches Qingsheng about poetry and prose. I haven't seen him for a few days, so I came here to ask for advice. I hope I didn't disturb you, Mr. Instructor."

The man nodded slightly, looked at Ran Mo's face, and revealed a hint of doubt. Then he turned to look at Qing Sheng. Seeing this, Qing Sheng hurriedly said:

"Yes, sir, this teacher Ran is here to teach me poetry and prose. I've been studying it regularly. Didn't the teacher always teach us to be proficient in both literature and martial arts?"

Qingsheng's response was quite appropriate. The teacher didn't say anything else. Ranmo was smug about Qingsheng calling him teacher.

Wu Shao invited the teacher and the others to the back hall for lunch. Ran Mo politely said that he had teaching duties in the afternoon and could not stay for long, so he let them go.

Just as I was about to leave, I caught a glimpse of Qingsheng's stunned gaze and suddenly remembered that I couldn't just leave after just one meeting. That person was still waiting to be "rescued".

He then calmed himself down and bowed to the teacher, saying, "I hope you can spare some time every few days to let Qingsheng come to my place to learn poetry and prose in person. I beg for your approval." Ranmo said very politely.

The teacher looked at her coldly and said, "Studying requires concentration. He and I are learning martial arts, and we have daily classes, so I'm afraid he can't be distracted." He looked at Qingsheng again and said,

"It's true that one must be both civil and military, but each stage has its own tasks, and one must not be half-hearted."

Qingsheng felt a bit bitter when he heard this, but he didn't dare to refute the teacher.

Ran Mo smiled slightly and said, "Sir, what you said makes sense. I've heard the ancients say that divine power inspires martial arts, while Confucian elegance enhances literary talent. The ways of civil and martial arts are inseparable.

Martial arts also involve an understanding of literature and culture; the two complement each other subtly. If you wait until you have mastered martial arts before picking up a book, it may be too late. The same is true if you learn literature first and then martial arts.

After hearing Ranmo's well-reasoned analysis, no one said anything. Qingsheng secretly gave Ranmo a thumbs-up.

Ran Mo glanced at him and continued, "From what I understand, Qingsheng has always been single-minded in his martial arts training. His family and I, his teacher, have put in a lot of effort to get him to study more. It would be a real shame if he gave up halfway."

The teacher nodded slightly. Qingsheng was both pleased and a little embarrassed. What child, what teacher? He hadn't let this little white lotus take advantage of him today.

After several rounds of discussion, the teacher agreed to let Qingsheng go to Ranmo to study poetry and prose every five days. Qingsheng had originally planned to go only once every two or three days, but when the teacher glared at him, he quickly stopped. It was already a good opportunity to go out.

Ranmo was also quite satisfied with the outcome of today's negotiations. As for whether or not to actually teach Qingsheng something, they'd discuss it later. He also mentioned Azan to his master, saying that he also studied martial arts with Qingsheng and begged him to stay and experience some of his master's martial arts skills.

The teacher saw that Azan looked like a student and seemed smart and honest, so he agreed.

Azan looked at Ranmo with gratitude, bowed respectfully to the gentleman to express his gratitude, and then excitedly walked to Qingsheng and Wu Shao to greet them with a shoulder bump.