The sweet, two-person world Yang Xi had planned was completely disrupted by the sudden intrusion of Su Qiuyun. It was summer vacation, but this eccentric little girl clung to him like a piece of chewing gum that refused to be shaken off, no matter how hard he tried to get rid of her. To make matters worse, Agnes was incredibly fond of her younger sister, so Yang Xi naturally couldn't say a word. After all, his heart now belonged solely to Agnes; as long as it was something she liked, he had no objections. And so, Su Qiuyun stayed. Watching this mischievous sister strike a triumphant pose, Yang Xi felt a wave of frustration.
However, looking at it from another angle, he felt relieved. With the two of them together, he could find more excuses to distance himself from Agnes. Despite this, Yang Xi still worried that their overly intimate relationship might bring her harm. That cursed, widow-making fate hung over his head like a sharp sword, keeping him in a constant state of anxiety.
That evening, Yang Xi completed three sets of the martial arts he was familiar with: Baguazhang, Wudang Fist, and Taijiquan. He had reached a state of mastery in all three. Back when the elderly Dragon King had passed his martial arts on to him, Yang Xi vaguely remembered a set of techniques he had always liked; he had even bought a book on the subject—Mizongquan. He remembered that this style was said to have been passed down by Bodhidharma and belonged to the Shaolin school. Yang Xi had first see…
Chapter 18