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Before the sky had brightened, Su Liang got up and fetched water for a simple wash. Following her old habit, she circled the small courtyard ten times, then fashioned a crude wooden sword in the blink of an eye with a kitchen knife, and practiced the new swordsmanship she learned last night in the open space of the courtyard.

Qiao Cong's judgment was very precise. The Luoying Swordsmanship was not suitable for martial artists like Su Liang who had started late, and it would be difficult to make further progress. The new swordsmanship he taught her felt smooth and natural just starting out. Once Su Liang became proficient, it flowed smoothly. The sword techniques were more intricate than the Luoying Sword, relying on skill to achieve victory. This was precisely what Su Liang was best at.

She practiced the swordsmanship five times and completed all her daily training routines just as the first rays of the sun illuminated the tranquil and serene bamboo forest.