The things that happened on Jade Balance Peak, Jiang Wang had no one to tell.

Regarding the tormenting choices in his heart, it seemed the closer the person, the harder it was to open his mouth.

Writing down this question made Jiang Wang feel much better. It wasn’t that he had resolved the contradictions in his heart, but that some things, once confessed, seemed to lighten in weight.

Jiang Wang put down his pen, and the envelope automatically closed, turning into a small cloud crane, circling the courtyard three times before soaring into the sky.

Jiang Wang was truly envious of this secret technique. If he mastered it, he could contact Du Yehu at any time. He wondered how that tiger was doing in the Nine Rivers Black Armor. Communication was inconvenient in the army, and there had been no news since he left.

…

“Hold the sword steady, your steps must be upright.”

In the courtyard, Jiang Wang was teaching Tang Dun and Jiang An’an how to practice swordsmanship.

One large and one small figure stood properly, holding one large and one small sword.

Of course, to avoid hurting herself, Jiang An’an’s sword was a wooden one.

“A sword that takes a slanted path, especially needs a straight posture. First learn the upright sword, and then you can understand all styles.”

Jiang Wang was speaking from his own accumulated experience. At least in swordsmanship, he possessed extraordinary strength. Guiding ordinary swordsmanship was like having a bird’s-eye view.

“A sword has two edges, capable of hurting others and also hurting oneself. So, first restrain yourself, then defeat the enemy. The former restraint is containment, the latter is breaking through.”

While imparting knowledge, Jiang Wang was also summarizing his own experiences, sharpening his sword heart, and smoothing his Dao heart.

There is a saying that “calligraphy reflects the person.” It doesn’t mean you can see a person’s beauty, ugliness, good, or evil from their writing, but from the writing of the character, you can see whether the person is calm, whether they have settled their heart, and what structure they hold.

The same applies to swordsmanship.

Little An’an has good talent. She now performs a set of basic sword forms with some resemblance.

Tang Dun gave Jiang Wang an unexpected surprise. This man has a solid foundation, but no one taught him in his early years, and he took some detours, with some bad habits in his moves. After Jiang Wang made some corrections, he immediately showed outstanding talent.

Half an hour later, Jiang Wang announced a break.

An’an is still young and cannot be forced to grow. But this little girl is very stubborn, and she won’t stop unless Tang Dun stops. So Jiang Wang could only treat them both the same, of course, Tang Dun would definitely do extra practice after returning.

In the cold of winter, An’an’s forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.

Jiang Wang had already heated the water and prepared the bathing tub. He brought the change of clothes and asked An’an to take them and go to her room to bathe.

And Tang Dun went straight into the kitchen.

This amount of cultivation is nothing to him. The extra training project that Jiang Wang arranged for him alone is truly tiring.

As an older bachelor, cooking is an essential skill. Of course, his skills are not very good, slightly better than an average small restaurant, but he makes a good soup.

He has been in Maple Forest City for some time now. He is now responsible for the meals of Jiang Wang and his sister. When they don’t go out to eat, he cooks.

Jiang Wang wandered around for a while, walked into the kitchen, and looked around like an inspector.

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

“Mr. Jiang…” Tang Dun looked embarrassed.

The last time Jiang Wang gave a “surprise,” he made Jiang An’an cry. Tang Dun, being honest and kind, didn’t dare to offend the master, nor did he want to wrong An’an. He was in a dilemma.

“What’s wrong?” Jiang Wang was very dissatisfied and said, “Look at you, your knife skills aren’t even up to par.”

He looked at the two-pound sweet osmanthus fish that Tang Dun had bought, picked up a porcelain plate, and then picked up another kitchen knife, swishing a few times in the air.

The blade flashed. Slices of fish fell. From the head to the tail, each slice of fish was about the same thickness, with almost no deviation. It was truly excellent knife work.

Jiang Wang put away the knife and looked at Tang Dun with pride.

Tang Dun was honest after all: “I was going to steam this sweet osmanthus fish…”

“Ahem.” Jiang Wang said, “It’s easier to flavor after slicing.”

Tang Dun looked at the plate of fish slices and said with embarrassment, “You also broke the fish gall. If the gall is broken, the fish can’t be eaten, it will be very bitter.”

“Why didn’t you say so earlier?” Jiang Wang was a little angry.

Tang Dun was speechless.

“I’ll go see if An’an has finished her bath.”

There’s really no fun in bullying honest people, Jiang Wang patted his butt and walked away.

…

At dinner, Jiang An’an was dressed neatly and sat at the dining table.

Jiang Wang and Tang Dun were both seated, and Jiang An’an kept turning her head to look at the kitchen.

“What are you looking at?” Jiang Wang tapped the edge of the bowl with his chopsticks.

“Is there still a fish?” Jiang An’an asked.

She has an unusual obsession with eating.

Tang Dun was about to speak, but Jiang Wang blocked him in advance: “The fish ran away.”

Jiang An’an was very surprised: “How did the fish run away?”

“Go ask the fish.”

“But didn’t the fish run away?”

“Yes, the fish ran away.” Jiang Wang reached out and turned Jiang An’an’s face back, “Eat your food.”

Jiang An’an was stunned for a long time, her mind was very confused.

…

After dinner, Tang Dun cleaned up the dishes, and Jiang Wang pulled An’an to the study to do her homework.

Because she spends time practicing martial arts during the day, she has to make up for her studies at night.

Cultivation is a long process. Cultivators struggle more with themselves, resisting the loneliness of the long journey. Without a strong enough heart, they cannot support the long journey. And broad knowledge can enrich the heart.

Little An’an actually learns very well. After not having to take exams for others to earn money, she always ranks among the best in every exam.

Ye Qingyu’s reply arrived at this time.

An’an’s eyes widened as she watched the little cloud crane circle outside the window a few times and land in Jiang Wang’s hand.

“The little bird is so pretty!”

“This kind of bird is called a cloud crane.” Jiang Wang explained as he unfolded the letter that the cloud crane had turned into—

Reply to Daoist Jiang’s question:

Since you know it is the wrong thing to do, how can there be any right to speak of?

The signature is still Qingyu on the Clouds.

Jiang Wang felt suddenly enlightened.

It is said that those involved are confused, while onlookers are clear. Sometimes a very simple thing, the person involved gets entangled in it and cannot extricate themselves. A gentle reminder from others is like a thunderbolt.

The contradictions in his heart completely disappeared.

His tone also lightened, and he took the opportunity to educate Jiang An’an, “Look, this little cloud crane turns into a letter. After your brother finishes writing the reply, it will turn into a little cloud crane and fly away. This is the magic of Taoism. You must seize the time to cultivate.”

That little cloud crane was so cute that it struck Jiang An’an’s heart. She nodded vigorously.

Jiang Wang picked up the cloud pen and replied:

This is a good saying! It enlightened me greatly. Daoist friend is worthy of being a teacher of a sentence.

Jiang Wang was about to put down the pen when Jiang An’an said from the side, “Brother, who are you writing to?”

“An older sister.”

“Help me write a sentence too, and say hello to her.”

Jiang Wang glanced at her, knowing that she had taken a fancy to the cloud crane.

But how could the secret technique of the Lingxiao Pavilion be easily passed on?

Jiang Wang didn’t expose her and continued to write:

In addition, my younger sister saw the letter and asked me to say hello on her behalf. Best wishes.

An’an pushed Jiang Wang again: “She has a signature.”

Jiang Wang thought for a while, and then wrote the signature: Little Jiang under the Maple.

The cloud note was folded and turned into a little crane again.

Jiang An’an grabbed it and played with it for a while, before accidentally letting go. The little cloud crane flew out of the window, its beautiful figure diving into the night sky.

On this night, it will surely dive into An’an’s dream.