
Time continued to run horrendous events in the palace began to recede. Seven years have passed since the king's succession, the Jingyin State has continued to show progress under Chenzhen's leadership.
"People say that even if a bird raises its wings as high as it does, at the end of the day, only limits are waiting" one young woman murmured.
"Are you worried? Even if the sky stops me I will make him regret it," Liuzhen replied as he raised his hand towards the sky.
"Liu gege, are you going to keep up with the game? Did you forget the last time you cried out in pain all night? Do you want to keep embarrassing yourself?" reply Anzhu was upset that saw Liuzhen not listening to her at all.
"You're like a chick losing its mother, calm down. This time I kissed the victory in my hand," said Liuzhen comfortingly.
"Liu gege, since when I became a child and you were the mother, anyways you come home without pain has been the biggest victory for me" Anzhu replied as she shook her head.
"So you're betraying me now you're trying to doubt me zhu'er?" Asked Liuzhen casually.
"No. In the least I don't doubt you Liu gege at least not for your upcoming moans" Anzhu replied with a laugh.
Liuzhen was one of the hundreds of people who would take part in a martial arts match. This match was held once every two years, the winner would get a ticket to become a disciple of the outer sect of Peach Mountain.
Unfortunately every match Liuzhen always get a blow in the first round, not only broken ribs even himself always humiliated.
"Grandfather, I'm home" said Liuzhen as he opened the door.
"Ahh, come home soon" replied Grandpa.
"Ohh come on cake, how about we determine who prepared the food, my stomach has been screaming all the way," Liuzhen replied as he picked up the chessboard.
"Good idea, I'm also already very hungry," replied grandfather with enthusiasm.
Chess is a game of nobility, not everyone knows about chess. Every time Liuzhen and grandfather had a disagreement they determined it was chess, a game that was quite mind-blowing.
"Grandfather, it seems you have to go to the kitchen to prepare everything" suggested Liuzhen who saw his victory
"Grandfather, did you just put out your typical smile?" liuzhen asked suspiciously.
Liuzhen had never won against the Grandfather other than himself had always been in a position that almost won. Maybe one of the Grandfather's tricks was for Liuzhen to always accompany him to play.
"Damn it, but I know what that smile means, Grandpa! Why don't you ever give up just once" said Liuzhen, visibly upset by his delayed victory.
In the end, Liuzhen prepared dinner, and the cuisine of Liuzhen never let down the tongue. This is one of the reasons why grandfather never loses if the bet is food.
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"Basan Liu gege is stupid, will he continue to hurt himself" Anzhu murmured softly on the way home.
"It looks like I have to prepare medicine for that fool," Anzhu continued inwardly.
Anzhu was one of the core disciples of the Peach Mountain sect, in addition to her beautiful face she also had the status of a direct disciple of the vice-chairman of the sect, no wonder that there were people trying to approach her.
"Anzhu! Wait," said a man approaching.
"Anzhu will soon be sunset, it will be safer if I take you home" said a handsome man approaching her.
"Is a young swordsman level worth taking me?" tanya Anzhu coldly.
"Kauuu, is a man who can't fight better in your eyes" the young man growled.
"Biao, you know nothing about Liu gege, I remind you not to insult him" Anzhu replied as she left Biao.
Biao Bei was the talented son of one of the noble families, the Biao family had run many businesses and the most famous was their wine business.
Fifteen-year-old Biao Bei had reached the peak of the young swordsman, only to wait for time to be at the level of the first expert swordsman. If Biao Bei was called a gifted child, then fourteen-year-old Anzhu had been at the 4th level of an expert swordsman might be worth mentioning as a young genius.