Forgotten Legend of the Bloodied Flower

The only good thing was that it was not filled with malice since they were only competitive against each other but not to the point of wanting each other lives. Despite their age differences, the two of them were indeed similar to each other.

Watching these two, Old Master Nan felt tired. It has been a week and these two were still like that. He turned to look at his daughter. "How's Hua'er progress?"

Nan Si Qiao had finished eating and currently wiping her mouth. She looked at her father. "In terms of painting realistically, it's not bad. But if she had to start painting something new, it'll take a long time. The same thing goes for music. She can play well as long as she had seen it before. Even though so, I have nothing to say about the atmosphere around her…"

She had asked Nan Hua to play a playful and cheerful song before, but what she got was the complete opposite. With Nan Hua's indifferent expression, the song turned slightly strange as if it didn't fit the atmosphere at all.

In the end, she had to change the theme of music that could suit Nan Hua's disposition and personality. If she forced Nan Hua to change her atmosphere, it would be too hard as the young girl has always been so cold… so cold that Nan Si Qiao felt a bit aggrieved when it was mentioned.

How come a 9 year old girl be so indifferent, ah?

"I see." Old Master Nan nodded. "Would that be enough for her to survive?"

"I would like her to refine her technique more." Nan Si Qiao glared at Old Master Nan. She would definitely not allow Old Master Nan to teach her niece more of martial arts and other things.

She wanted Nan Hua to grow up like normal girls!

"Alright, alright."

The next day, Nan Hua's training in painting was interrupted by Nan Luo who was running over happily. He was holding his wooden sword and the word 'pride' and 'elation' could be seen written all over his face. The only thing lacking was some ink to make it even more clearer.

"Hua'er! Hua'er! I finally defeated Cousin Feng Ao Si!" Nan Luo said happily.

Nan Hua, who was holding the brush to paint, looked at Nan Luo and nodded. "Good job."

If he still couldn't defeat Feng Ao Si after she told him about his current weakness, Nan Luo would be too poor. Thankfully, he had high understanding of his martial arts and naturally it meant that he could utilize his strength to target his opponent's weakness.

Nan Si Qiao arched her eyebrows. She turned to the back and saw Feng Ao Si looked so ashamed to himself. Her lips curled up to form a smile, yet it seemed as if there was a dreadful aura behind her. "I see, do you have anything to say, Feng Ao Si?"

"That's only a fluke! He still can't defeat me in terms of overall strength!" Feng Ao Si retorted.

Feng Ao Kuai, who was following his brother while carrying a bamboo scroll, looked at his brother. "If you don't fix your weakness, the result will be the same."

Feng Ao Si's face darkened considerably. He turned to look at his younger brother resentfully. Unfortunately, Feng Ao Kuai had long been immune from his older brother's deathly stare because it had happened very often. He simply unfurled the bamboo scroll and continued to read while leaning on the tree nearby.

His nonchalant attitude could really irk people who saw him.

Nan Si Qiao then turned to look at her son. Her eyes narrowed. "No dinner for you today. Go and train again."

"…Yes."

Feng Ao Si glared at Nan Luo, as if saying that he would not lose next time. On the other hand, Nan Luo merely puffed his chest when he looked at his older cousin and smirked. He would accept the other party's challenge whenever he wanted.

Nan Hua looked at her brother and raised her brush. She turned it around so that the one that didn't have ink was facing her twin brother.

Thwack.

"Ouch! Hua'er…."

"You should train too, Luo. He's not the only one who have weakness." Nan Hua looked at her twin brother with her clear dark obsidian eyes.

Nan Luo sighed and lightly nodded. He knew very well that Nan Hua was the one who kept on exploiting his weakness during their battle. She would always catch him off guard one way or another and eventually defeated him.

"You have good eyes for martial arts, Hua'er." Nan Si Qiao was surprised.

Nan Hua turned to look at Nan Si Qiao and only nodded lightly before focusing on the painting once more. In her previous live, she had to fight against so many people who were stronger than her physically. She couldn't lose. Because if she lost, she would lose her life.

That was just how cruel the training in the camp was.

A moment of negliance would cost one's life.

Feng Ao Kuai stayed near the tree until Nan Hua finished painting. The result of the painting was still very bad and naturally couldn't be seen as something spectacular. However, Nan Si Qiao knew that it was the best Nan Hua could give her.

"You can rest for today."

"Mhm."

"Hua'er, can I spar with you?"

Nan Si Qiao was stunned then she turned to look at Feng Ao Kuai, who had folded the bamboo scroll in his hand once more. His dark eyes were staring straight at Nan Hua, who had only put the brush away.

Nan Hua looked at Feng Ao Kuai and nodded. "Sure."

"Alright, let's head to the field. If you want to change first, you can." Feng Ao Kuai smiled and walked away first.

"There's no need."

"Hua'er…"

"Mother, if you want to look, you can come."

Nan Si Qiao was speechless.

She should have known that her two sons were really unreliable.

The three of them arrived at the field and saw the other two were running across the field with a large log tied on their back. Looking at how the two of them were running like madmen side by side, it was not hard to guess that they were trying to outdo each other.

Nan Si Qiao's lips twitched.

She wanted to face palm. Was there really a need for her son to compete against Nan Luo in every single field?

Feng Ao Kuai walked to the side and took two wooden swords. One for him and the other one for Nan Hua.

Tep!

Nan Hua caught the wooden sword as her eyes scanned Feng Ao Kuai. "Ready?"

"Mhm. If you feel that moving in your clothes are difficult, you can change."

"No need."

"You can move first."

"Ok."

Swish!

Kicking the ground in light movement, Nan Hua had arrived by Feng Ao Kuai's side. Her hand moved in an arc, swinging the wooden sword in his direction.

Tak!

"Woah!" Feng Ao Kuai was stunned but he reacted quickly. He had already guessed that Nan Hua could see Feng Ao Si's weakness, so it meant that Nan Hua herself shouldn't be that bad. Now that she was fighting against him, he could definitely say that she was not bad at all.

Nan Hua didn't stop there, her body twisted and the wooden sword once more moved forward.

Bang!

It hit Feng Ao Kuai's body squarely.

Thud!

Feng Ao Kuai stared at Nan Hua with bewilderment. He couldn't believe that he lost in just two moves. Not only that, he couldn't even follow Nan Hua's second move. If not for the fact that his ribs still felt a bit hurt, he might have think that this is a dream.

"Is this enough, Cousin Feng Ao Kuai?" Nan Hua asked as she looked at Feng Ao Kuai.

Feng Ao Kuai was looking at her younger cousin with disbelief. "How did you do that?"

"Your stance if full of loopholes. While it's important to train your knowledge, when you're faced with experts, you wouldn't last even a second." Nan Hua looked at Feng Ao Kuai and then put the wooden sword away.

She could see that Feng Ao Kuai was someone who wanted to be a strategist more than becoming a general like Feng Ao Si. However, Feng Ao Kuai lacked proper training because he spent most of his time to learn tactics and everything.

As the result, he had created a weakness for himself.

He wouldn't be able to face experts in the battlefield. Even some slightly stronger and more experienced soldiers would be able to defeat him easily.

"Brother can't even defeat me." Feng Ao Kuai furrowed his brows.

"That's because he's weak," Nan Hua said carelessly.

Feng Ao Kuai's lips twitched. He turned to look at his older brother, who was staring in their direction with disbelief.. It seemed that Feng Ao Si would never thought that there would be a day for him to be called weak by someone else.