Chapter 133: Chapter 133: Listening Wave Swordsmanship
At around three or four in the afternoon, Tuanzi sat under the osmanthus tree, eating sweet potato chips and watching over the poultry.
Director Wang initially wanted to give them a lamb, but a problem arose at the last moment, so it was replaced with a few hens.
Now, the number of poultry in their home has increased significantly.
Gu Peihai and Director Wang both understood that this was compensation for Tuanzi. After all, Director Wang used Tuanzi to attract attention without prior notice, but the audience was not aware.
Recently, there have been many comments saying the program team favors Gu Miaomiao. Even if she’s popular, it’s unfair to do so.
Gu Peihai didn’t say much, just folded his arms, stared at Director Wang, and used his eyes to convey a meaning — you handle this.
The best way to handle it was to send chickens and ducks to each household.
Afterward, Director Wang did some calculations and realized he suffered a big loss!
The kids were unaware of this.
Tuanzi was delighted to learn that other kids’ homes also had chickens and ducks, and even dragged Lin Ci and others to plan an all-chicken-and-duck feast on the finale day.
Now, as she gnawed on her sweet potato chips, the chickens and ducks were huddled together in fear.
At this moment, Gu Peihai sneaked over and whispered a question.
"Don’t you think your Brother Chao is acting strange?"
Tuanzi withdrew her gaze that had been intimidating the poultry and looked at Gu Peihai in confusion.
"Strange how?"
"It’s just," Gu Peihai gestured, "your Brother Chao seems a bit out of sorts."
Tuanzi honestly shook her head, "I didn’t notice."
Then, thinking that the two haven’t made up, she softly encouraged, "Brother Pei Hai, why don’t you ask him? If you’re that concerned, just ask outright."
The Film Emperor instantly fell silent.
Tuanzi pouted, wondering why adults can’t be as honest as kids.
Sigh, how troublesome.
A troubled Tuanzi walked out, her short legs moving very slowly.
The audience was bewildered.
[What’s wrong with her? Suddenly she looks so downcast]
[Don’t try to guess what kids are thinking]
[Ever since they could teach Tai Chi Sword to get food, it feels like they’ve relaxed]
[Isn’t that good? They worked so hard before, they deserve a break now]
[Each family’s garden has been almost fully cultivated, just waiting for the seedlings to grow enough for transplant]
Tuanzi walked towards the river, but stopped halfway.
She murmured quietly, "Brother said, don’t go near the river without adults around."
She is, after all, an obedient child.
Since she can’t go to the river, she’ll find a tree to play with.
With a few quick movements, she climbed a tree, sitting on a reasonably sturdy branch, her legs swinging back and forth.
The cameraman: "?"
The cameraman whispered, "Miaomiao, what should I do? I can’t climb trees."
[Hahaha, it’s hilarious, making things difficult for the cameraman daily]
[The cameraman following Miaomiao is already quite impressive, his running speed has long surpassed his limits]
[Cameraman: Every day realizing my skills are insufficient]
Tuanzi waved her hand, "Uncle, just film from below."
The cameraman had no choice but to agree.
[Ancient Martial System: If you’re bored, then practice. Hard work and diligence will lead to success]
[Miaomiao: Little Gu is a lot like Master]
[Ancient Martial System: I’m better than your Master. If it were him, discovering you’re slacking, he’d be chasing you with a broom by now]
[Miaomiao: But he couldn’t catch me, Miaomiao’s Qinggong is better than his]
The system thought, that’s because your Master let you. If he wanted to, he could’ve caught up with you and given you a good lesson long ago.
Thinking of Master, Tuanzi remembered that she promised Master to carry forward the sect in modern times.
[Miaomiao: Master said, Miaomiao is the thirteenth-generation successor of the Heavenly Cloud Sect and the future Sect Leader, so she must shoulder her responsibilities]
[Ancient Martial System: Actually, if the Heavenly Cloud Sect had been passed down to modern times, you joining the sect now should make you the one hundredth plus-generation successor]
But the host directly traveled back to ancient times, becoming the little disciple of the twelfth-generation Sect Leader.
Her little head shook vigorously.
[Miaomiao: Thirteenth generation is good. Future disciples would call Miaomiao Master, Grandmaster, Great Grandmaster, Supreme Grandmaster... sounds so impressive]
The system was speechless.
[Ancient Martial System: It’s hard to develop a sect in modern times, you might not be able to pass the sect on]
[Miaomiao: No way, Miaomiao is very capable]
[Ancient Martial System: You’re going it alone, and still need to gather reputation value to find your parents. How can you manage? Besides, your Master said to wait until you’re eighteen to take disciples. You’re still so young now, you can’t establish a sect, you don’t even have money to buy a house]
Tuanzi puffed up angrily.
Her small hands holding her little head thought for a moment.
She carefully recalled, vaguely remembering something Master said the night before she left ancient times when she was half-asleep.
[Miaomiao: What did Master say back then]
She suddenly let out an "ah", startling the cameraman below the tree.
[Miaomiao: Miaomiao was half-asleep, but you heard it, Little Gu, why didn’t you tell Miaomiao?]
[Ancient Martial System: You didn’t ask, and your Master sounded like he was talking in his sleep]
[Miaomiao: Huh?]
[Ancient Martial System: He said, you should go home first to do what’s most important (find your parents), and later, senior martial brothers would come to help you]
Tuanzi was stunned.
Where did her senior brothers come from?
The system thought the same.
Although that Master claimed to have many highly talented disciples, each one famous, the fact remained that in four years, Tuanzi had not seen a single one.
She lived with Master on the mountain in a little shabby house, occasionally descending the mountain to right wrongs, sparring with disciples from other sects.
Over four years, she never received any letters from other disciples, nor did others mention her senior brothers in sparring. If she had senior brothers and they were as famous as claimed, how could they not be mentioned?
Master is such a big liar!
Tuanzi thought that back then, and she still does now.
No senior brothers, and even if there were, could they also travel through time and space? Wouldn’t that make their world just like a sieve?
"Ahhh, so infuriating! Master is a big liar!"
Under the surprised gaze of the cameraman, she directly jumped down from the tree, landing steadily.
Picking up a branch casually, she began practicing one of the master’s secret skills — Listening Wave Swordsmanship.
Turning sorrow into diligence!
This secret skill, she had never demonstrated it in front of others.
The system said modern people generally don’t learn these, so she wouldn’t be leaking the sect’s secrets.
As long as she is active in front of the camera, the swordsmanship and knife skills will eventually be noticed. Those keen on learning it can’t be stopped. Others would just watch for fun.
Moreover, not everyone is like her, able to inadvertently learn others’ moves in sparring matches.
Unlike the gentle and soft Tai Chi Sword, the essence of Listening Wave Swordsmanship lies in three points.
Fast, precise, and fierce.
Combining exquisite Qinggong with the fast, precise, and fierce Listening Wave Swordsmanship, Tuanzi, when sparring with disciples from other sects, often appeared like an elusive wind, circling behind them in the blink of an eye, instantly pointing her sword at their throats.
Often, the match would end just as it began.
The cameraman almost held his breath.
The fierce sword wind seemed to transport everyone into a world of reckless adventurers.
This was the first time Tuanzi got serious.