Human Martial Saint: Starting with Bajiquan

Chapter 89 Shuttle

In that instant, Liu Sheng considered many things.

For example, the flaws and rules that a young lady from a prominent family should have, the current dangerous situation of the Yan family, the intentions of the head of the family, and the almost non-existent emotional foundation between himself and the Fifth Miss.

Of course, the most important thing is...

He felt that he was on the rise and didn't want to have any weaknesses. It was only after his father went to Yejia'ao that he had fewer worries.

Finally, we can unleash our potential and do some big things.

Now, because of some financial resources, I have to put myself in shackles again?

Liu Sheng felt that doing this was somewhat counterproductive.

Butler Yan overheard the other party's excuse of "focusing on martial arts" and understood what was going on.

That's such a flimsy excuse!

But he was neither discouraged nor angry. Looking at the boy who was thinking things through, he felt that it was rare for someone his age to have such caution and clarity.

"Master Liu has lofty aspirations, which is a good thing. In that case, I will now discuss the loom with Miss Wu. Master Liu, please wait a moment."

While the butler said this, what he really wanted was to create more opportunities for the two of them to spend time together.

If feelings develop over time, wouldn't that present an opportunity?

This matter cannot be rushed.

After finishing his words, Steward Yan turned and walked towards the inner courtyard, arriving at the Xiulou where Yan Sixian lived.

Yan Sixian was admiring the flowers when the housekeeper told her that Liu Sheng needed to observe the fast-moving shuttle to train his eyesight because he was practicing a special skill. Therefore, he wanted to ask Yan Sixian for help and asked her to allow him to watch while she operated the loom.

As for the marriage proposal, the steward didn't mention it at all.

Yan Sixian seemed somewhat surprised when she first heard it.

Then she seemed to calm down and nodded in affirmation.

After receiving Yan Sixian's confirmation, the housekeeper left to inform Liu Sheng.

Yan Sixian quickly returned to her boudoir. She sat alone in front of her dressing table, her cheeks flushed as she looked in the bronze mirror.

She was wearing a light purple cross-collar ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), with a moon-white half-sleeved outer garment over it. Her jet-black hair was styled into simple double buns, adorned with pearl flowers, and her attire was simple and elegant.

At this moment, Yan Sixian looked at her flushed face in the mirror with her almond-shaped eyes, her gaze somewhat unfocused.

Butler Yan just relayed a message, and it was very clear.

Liu Sheng was only doing this to practice his skills.

But it reached her ears.

That's a completely different meaning.

"He...he wants to see me weave?"

The girl's fingers unconsciously twisted the sash of her clothes, her mind filled with endless thoughts.

She recalled other young men she had met before, who tried to strike up a conversation with her, either to feign refinement or to inquire about her favorite items.

People like Liu Sheng directly said they wanted to see her weave cloth.

This is truly the first one.

"Could it be... that he actually wanted to find an excuse to come to my room and be alone with me?"

In her imagination, in this boudoir, there was herself, focused on weaving, and a handsome young man watching attentively.

Thinking of this, Yan Sixian blushed even more, and her heart beat faster for no apparent reason.

She even began to imagine whether Liu Sheng would use the excuse of watching the flying shuttle to secretly look at her, and then their eyes would meet...

Yan Sixian's thoughts wandered further and further, as if she could already imagine that the other party would soon send someone to propose marriage.

And then, this enchanting anticipation.

It broke very quickly.

Four servants, led by a maid, entered her boudoir after announcing her arrival.

They started moving the looms out...

Fifteen minutes later.

Beside the martial arts training ground.

Yan Sixian looked at the loom in front of her, her beloved loom, which was custom-made in Liangzhou and made of high-quality wood.

The loom was now steadily placed at the edge of the empty training ground, while Liu Sheng, with a serious expression, circled around it.

"This shuttle, the craftsmanship, it even has copper trim! Excellent!"

Liu Sheng made an accurate assessment.

A boudoir? Alone?

Yan Sixian stood to the side, all her previous shyness and daydreams vanished without a trace.

An indescribable feeling, mixed with a faint sense of loss and inexplicable annoyance, welled up in my heart.

He actually... just came to see the flying shuttle?

So be it.

The girl bit her lower lip, silently walked to the loom and sat down. The blush on her face had completely faded, replaced by an almost defiant calm.

"Master Liu, can we begin?"

Yan Sixian's voice sounded colder than usual.

"Yes, thank you for your help, Miss Fifth!"

Although the Fifth Miss seemed to be in a bad mood today, it was probably because she brought out her cherished loom.

However, even if Liu Sheng is killed.

He didn't dare stay in her room either.

Besides, the eldest brother also reminded me that for prolonged viewing, the light needs to be sufficient, and the boudoir is still too dim.

If you don't practice your skills properly, your eyesight will deteriorate.

That would be a losing proposition!

Liu Sheng stepped back a few paces and stood about ten feet to the side of Yan Sixian, his eyes fixed on the flying shuttle, his gaze focused as if he were staring at an enemy.

Yan Sixian took a deep breath to calm herself, stretched out her slender hand, skillfully adjusted the warp threads, and then stepped on the pedal.

The heddle frame lifts up, the yarn separates, and a clear shed is formed.

Her right wrist twitched.

The hardwood shuttle, inlaid with copper edges and polished to a mirror-like shine, suddenly transformed into a streak of yellowish-brown light, carrying the weft threads and passing precisely and smoothly through the layers of warp threads.

A "click" sound.

It landed steadily in the shuttle groove on the other side.

Almost simultaneously, the left hand catches the shuttle, hooking it back slightly with a flick of the fingertip. At the same time, the right hand pulls the reed seat to press the newly introduced weft thread firmly.

Step with your feet, deliver with your hands.

With a "whoosh," the shuttle darted back like lightning.

The sounds of the shuttle and the loom intertwined, crisp and rhythmic, repeating in a continuous cycle.

"No wonder they say, 'Time flies like an arrow,' these arrows really do fly fast!"

Liu Sheng was filled with emotion.

The shuttle was hidden among the meridians, and it was almost impossible to spot it unless you looked very closely.

Yan Sixian, at this moment, resembled the Weaver Girl, her movements flowing smoothly and rhythmically. Her back was straight, her arms outstretched, her gaze following the shuttle back and forth, her expression focused and serene.

At this moment, all her previous girlish thoughts were completely abandoned.

The shuttle in her hands seemed to come alive, weaving back and forth between the warp and weft, so fast that it almost left afterimages.

Liu Sheng focused all his attention on the rapidly moving copper shuttle, following his senior brother's instructions.

In Liu Sheng's eyes.

At first, the shuttle was just a fast, blurry flash of light.

He held his breath, cleared his mind of all distractions, and focused all his attention firmly on the shuttle.

Gradually, the blurry light and shadow disappeared.

It seems things have really slowed down.

It's gotten a bit bigger too.

Liu Sheng could almost see the general outline of the shuttle, and even the tiny spots of light reflected from the copper edges.

He was overjoyed and dared not relax his vigilance any longer.

His gaze was like a magnet, firmly drawn to the flying shuttle that was gradually taking shape in his eyes.

"Let's go back and continue practicing the shuttle technique!"

With the Fifth Miss's strong support, Liu Sheng was full of confidence in the speed at which he would learn the Flying Shuttle Technique.