Time Travel and Love

Chu Qingmeng's words attracted the attention of Mo Jiangche and Mo Jiangqing at the same time. Mo Jiangche frowned and took the lead in reaching out to bring Chu Qingmeng back into his arms. Mo Jiangqing stepped in front of the two of them.

Qianyin raised an eyebrow. This look? Are they brothers? Interesting. She thrust her sword directly at Mo Jiangqing, but Mo Jiangqing deflected hers with a flick of his sword. She then stabbed at Mo Jiangche. Her target wasn't Mo Jiangqing, but rather Chu Qingmeng in her arms. Mo Jiangche, however, was primarily focused on dodging her strike.

Chu Qingmeng cursed again, treating her like a toy doll again, "Little bastard! Your father wouldn't dare to protect me like a child like this, get out of here!"

Mo Jiangche ignored her. After months of studying martial arts with Kui Wenzhong, he had indeed improved. Qianyin's swordsmanship was swift, but Mo Jiangche struggled to handle it with one hand. Mo Jiangqing tried to step forward to help, but Qianyin's kick sent him flying, slamming into a pillar in the hall. Mo Jiangche barely dodged Qianyin's attack and landed beside Mo Jiangqing. Without moving, he asked, "Brother, how are you?"

"Not bad." Mo Jiangqing paused for a moment and stood up unsteadily.

Neither of them noticed that Chu Qingmeng in his arms was already furious. "Very good, very good! You hurt my son in front of me!" He raised his elbow, restrained his strength, and lightly hit Mo Jiangche's ribs. Mo Jiangche felt a pain in his ribs and let go of his hand unexpectedly. Chu Qingmeng then rushed towards Qianyin, dragging his Miao Dao.

Qianyin was shocked. She could feel that this little girl had no internal energy. Was she crazy?!

Chu Qingmeng sneered repeatedly, "Miss, your legs are so long~ I really want to touch them!"

"Mother!" Mo Jiangche was horrified. His mother had no internal energy! That woman's internal energy was quite high! The fact that she could kick his eldest brother away with one kick was enough to prove it! But before he could fly back to Chu Qingmeng, Chu Qingmeng hooked her toes, raised her Miao Dao, kicked the scabbard away, and then slashed straight at the woman with a hidden knife. The two brothers then saw clearly that their mother was holding not a flat stick, but a long sword that was not much shorter than her.

Qianyin raised her sword to block, but just as she blocked the attack, another knife came towards her. She quickly gathered her strength and flew backwards to avoid the attack range of the Miao Dao, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

Chu Qingmeng's rage had reached its peak. Jiang Qing must have broken at least two ribs when she hit the pillar just now. Did she think her own mother was dead? She sneered again and said, "The arrow shot at the Eighth Prince just now was my handiwork. Miss, you better find the right person."

As soon as he finished speaking, the blade dragged on the ground flipped open. He raised his foot and lightly kicked the blade, using the force to swing the Miao Dao, and swung it at Qianyin with a waist-slashing blow. Qianyin dodged the blow by rolling over, raised her sword and stabbed Chu Qingmeng. With a backhand poke, he struck Qianyin in the stomach, turned sideways and raised the Miao Dao. Seeing the blade was right in front of her, Qianyin lowered herself down, and the blade swung past her nose. Hastily gathering her strength, he attacked again with a sword-drawing move, forcing Qianyin out of the hall.

This time, it wasn't just the two brothers who were shocked. Everyone in the hall was shocked. Anyone with some martial arts experience could tell that Chu Qingmeng had no internal energy at all. How could she force someone with such high internal energy out of the hall with just a long sword?! Chu Qingmeng's anger showed no sign of abating. Seeing a mother trying to kill her child only made her adrenaline surge, reducing her pain and increasing her strength. She dragged her Miao Dao out of the hall. Seeing Qianyin standing outside with a frown on her face, Chu Qingmeng spoke again, "I wonder if I'll have the honor of touching my sister's long legs today~"

Qianyin also laughed. She realized that this little girl was relying solely on her anger to support herself! She looked at Chu Qingmeng charmingly and said frivolously, "Sister, your waist is so slender. I wonder what it feels like to hold you in my arms. Today, I want to try it too."

The two brothers stumbled as they chased out of the hall. What was their mother doing with this woman? Flirting?!

Chu Qingmeng curled his lips in a cold smile, then kicked the blade again, swinging it towards Qianyin. Using his internal energy, Chu Qingmeng lightly deflected the strike, deflecting it. Mo Jiangqing and the others felt their hearts tighten, and just as they were about to step forward, they saw Chu Qingmeng use the long sword as a fulcrum to launch a flying kick, striking Qianyin. Qianyin didn't take it seriously at first, but the kick landed on her own sword, and it felt like a thousand pounds! Caught off guard, she was sent flying.

The two brothers were dumbfounded. This kick was clearly the kind only someone with internal strength could deliver! They were so focused on Chu Qingmeng that they didn't even notice the two private soldiers approaching them. Chu Qingmeng turned around and struck them dead with a counter-slash of his sword. "You bastard! Being distracted on the battlefield is fatal! Didn't your father teach you that?!"

Old Eight was distracted by Qianyin. Seeing her being kicked, he shook off Mo Liujin and flew over to catch her. Mo Liujin also noticed Chu Qingmeng standing outside the hall and quickly stood beside her. "Qingmeng? Why did you come out?"

"I came out to see if the word 'General' has weakened your legs." Chu Qingmeng was in the mood to joke, but when he saw Mo Liujin's face darken, he chuckled twice. "Anyway, I was completely weakened by what I heard behind the screen."