"Do you know how many mistakes you just made?" Qiu Wuji squatted beside Chu Ge, her lazy tone masking the ripples in her heart.
Chu Ge lay there listlessly, muttering, "I know… being decisive means giving up, hesitation means defeat… I should have just bitten her off at lightning speed…"
By the end, only he could hear her.
Whether Qiu Wuji actually heard him or just guessed, she responded with a cold laugh: "If you had bitten off that pig's snout just now, you would have only bitten it onto the floor."
Chu Ge thought it might be true, so he remained silent.
The difference in strength was too great. What was the point of taking her down when she wasn't paying attention? He couldn't control her.
Qiu Wuji smiled and pulled him up, brushing off non-existent dust: "Your mistake was that you pinned her down but didn't hold her waist. Waist strength is the most important asset in this situation. Once your waist is controlled, the effect is more powerful than your hands and feet."
Chu Ge was dumbfounded. You…you're teaching me how to force myself on you?
Qiu Wuji said nonchalantly, "This is to teach you how to subdue an enemy. Who has your head full of nonsense?"
Chu Ge was quite ashamed: "I've remembered."
Qiu Wuji said calmly, "Given your cowardly behavior of lacking any courage, I find it quite endearing; your courageous first act of resistance, I find quite fierce. Both deserve praise, so let's continue the lesson."
Chu Ge instinctively assumed a defensive stance.
A jade-like finger effortlessly bypassed his defenses, touching his brow: "If I'm going to beat you up, you'd better not struggle..."
Chu Ge: "..." With that single touch, the entire set of moves and techniques of the Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand were clearly imprinted in his mind.
Indeed, he didn't need his own fantasies of being taught, nor did he need Qiu Wuji's actual beating.
Like the Golden Bell Shield, it was as simple as a celestial touch.
Chu Ge hadn't wanted to cheat like this before, even dreaming of a beautiful master personally instructing him. Now, he felt a sense of relief: "Um, should I still practice the routines by myself?"
Qiu Wuji beckoned: "Spar with me."
"!!!" Chu Ge turned and ran.
Qiu Wuji grabbed him by the back of the collar and pulled him back.
The small rented room soon echoed with continuous screams: "Master, I was wrong, Master..."
"What did you do wrong?"
It was just that you let someone call you "sister-in-law" today, but that was caused by you allowing someone to post a picture on Weibo. Who could have imagined such a huge uproar... and then you kept finding excuses to beat me.
Chu Ge felt as wronged as Dou E.
But to call it beating wasn't entirely accurate; she really was sparring.
"I asked you what I did wrong, and what were you thinking?" Qiu Wuji said angrily. "You should have reversed your hand just now, flicked my wrist to force me to pull back, and then followed with your left hand, like this..." A slender hand moved swiftly, their hands intertwining like butterflies dancing on plum blossoms, lingering on a branch, reluctant to leave.
"In the end, you could achieve this stalemate, instead of me twisting you like a chicken! Now do you know where you went wrong?"
So that's what you were asking...
Chu Ge honestly replied, "I'll remember." They exchanged a glance, their arms crossed, something flickering in their eyes.
So, after all this, it's just a lesson in physical intimacy, isn't it?
Qiu Wuji twisted her wrist mysteriously, her fingers brushing against Chu Ge's wrist at an unbelievable angle, like jade hands brushing against falling snow.
Chu Ge's wrist went numb, and Qiu Wuji broke free, twisting his wrist as if to break it, making a sound like, "Snap, you're broken again."
Chu Ge was both amused and exasperated.
Qiu Wuji stopped practicing, swaying slightly as she returned to her room with her hands behind her back. "Practice that move yourself," she said. "I'm going to take a bath." Chu Ge stood there dumbfounded, awkwardly mimicking the movements. Qiu Wuji's mysterious technique had truly given him a taste of martial arts from his dreams—more tangible than the Golden Bell Shield, and quite fascinating.
And beautiful.
Every move was exquisitely beautiful, and when she executed them, they were even more beautiful.
He wondered if, once he got the hang of it, it would be graceful or effeminate.
Qiu Wuji, carrying her clothes, walked past him as if she didn't notice, and went into the bathroom.
An hour later, Chu Ge was still practicing. Qiu Wuji, wearing pajamas, one hand smoothing her wet hair, the other carrying dirty clothes, walked past him as if she didn't notice, and went into the balcony to do laundry.
Chu Ge naturally stopped practicing, then went into the bathroom to shower, declaring the end of his day's training.
Without a word, their eyes conveyed everything:
"It's your turn to shower."
"Okay."
...Late at night, Chu Ge sat in front of his computer, typing out tomorrow's draft.
His training had taken less than two hours, starting after dinner, and with his shower, it was only a little past nine, leaving him some time to write.
He didn't have time to care about the online uproar... nor did he need to.
Whether the two of them were innocent or guilty, whether they got beaten up or asserted their dominance, it was their own business, none of anyone else's concern.
Hmph, even if he got beaten up, Qiu Qiu was still so cute.
Anyway, he'd definitely have a chance to assert his dominance.
Just as he was thinking this, the aroma of tea filled the air around him; Qiu Wuji had brewed another cup and placed it on the table.
He didn't know if it was the tea's fragrance or her own post-shower scent that made him smell better.
Her hair wasn't even dry yet...
Chu Ge said "Thank you," seemingly looking at the document on the screen, but his peripheral vision was wandering elsewhere.
"Huh, why is she still standing here? Did she get addicted to sleeping in the same room as me last time and want to try it again?"
Then, a little embarrassed, Qiu Wuji muttered softly, "Now it's your turn to be the master."
Chu Ge: "Huh?"
Qiu Wuji said, "Back when you turned into the moon, we agreed that when I came out, you'd continue teaching writing."
Chu Ge said, "Weren't you already quite proud of yourself? They treated your autobiography as the main story, and they're way more awesome than me after NTR'd me. They don't need me to teach them anymore..."
Qiu Wuji said disdainfully, "Look at how sour you are."
Chu Ge rolled his eyes: "What's so sour about me? Do you think I don't know they're just joking when they say it's the main story? Try not updating the main story and see what happens? Tomorrow, Panda will beat me to death across the internet."
Qiu Wuji pouted. She knew this too; people were ultimately after the main story, the autobiography was just a supplement.
But the autobiography was also stuck. She was experiencing writer's block in the book's world, struggling to smoothly transition between the two stories. She still hadn't come up with a good idea. Seeking answers from a female author's book, but finding no solution, he finally had to ask him.
At this moment, Qiu Wuji regretted beating him too hard earlier. Now the tables had turned; was he about to be challenged?
But then he saw Chu Ge adopt a more assertive stance, taking a sip of tea: "What problem has been bothering you for so long, from the world of the book to here?"
Remembering how fiercely he had beaten him, Qiu Wuji's breath faltered. He weakly replied, "It's the transition between two plots… There's a gap between these two plots, and they're not closely related. When I tried to recall what happened in between, it was just some trivial matters. The second event itself was quite abrupt. My real-life events can be abrupt, but if the story is written like that, won't it feel inexplicable?"
Chu Ge was somewhat surprised, laughing heartily: "You actually understand this principle!"
Qiu Wuji said, "Knowing is one thing, but I don't know how to solve it. I read your book; the transitions between different scenes and groups of characters don't feel abrupt at all. I wonder how you do it… Tell me, Master~" Chu Ge trembled, his whole body going weak. He forcibly suppressed his sycophantic behavior, keeping a straight face, and said, "You hit me just now."
Qiu Wuji had no choice but to say, "Hit me back. Now you're the master, you can discipline your disciple."
"Why would I hit you?" Chu Ge looked up, "What did we promise each other when I transformed into the moon?"
"A shoulder massage!"
Qiu Wuji gritted his teeth, clenching his fist, "Chu Ge, are you itching for a beating? I'll punch you so hard your shoulders will never need a massage again!"
Chu Ge was both amused and exasperated, "I knew you'd renege on your promise."
Qiu Wuji snorted, looking defiantly bullied, "When I taught you, I didn't bully you, I taught you everything I knew!"
"Scene transitions, if it's a small transition, all you need is a dividing line, you should know that." Chu Ge didn't insist further, instead starting the lesson directly.
Qiu Wuji was stunned, looking at his slightly smiling face, all his prepared plans vanished, and he blankly uttered a "Mmm."
Chu Ge continued, "So, a few techniques are needed to achieve this. For example, after you experience the first event, you just wander aimlessly, stopping at inns, cultivating—nothing special—and then suddenly you encounter something, right?"
Qiu Wuji nodded, "Yes, yes, that's it. Writing it out directly would be difficult, wouldn't it?"
"First-person narration has this problem. If it were third-person, we could easily 'tell different stories,' describing what happened to someone in a certain place during Qiu Wuji's journey, writing a chapter or two, and then Qiu Wuji, having traveled a long way, encountered something—that would be much smoother." "You've slipped in."
"But my autobiography is in the first person; it can only be 'my' account."
"But yours is a memoir. You can use spoiler-style writing, like, 'At this moment, I hesitated to move forward, not expecting that such filth was hidden in that seemingly peaceful town ahead. Even during the entire month I stayed at the inn, it remained a tranquil and peaceful place, until I met that person.' Then you can write about daily life, making the events feel natural and building anticipation." Qiu Wuji's eyes lit up.
This was a technique he would never have considered in his previous method of simply recounting events one by one. It was absolutely useful. The difficulties that had troubled him for so long were resolved in just a few words; he could even directly quote Qiu Wuji.
This was indeed a method, no less sophisticated than what Qiu Wuji had taught him. One was literary, the other martial; each had its own captivating charm.
She smiled ingratiatingly and whispered, "Why are you suddenly being so nice? You're not putting me on my toes, you're just teaching me right away?"
"Because you're right, you also taught me everything you knew." Chu Ge said seriously, "Don't do that next time. You have to let me massage your shoulders before you'll teach me! It's settled, let's start tomorrow." Qiu Wuji almost poured the tea over his head, turned around angrily and left, "See how I beat you up tomorrow! You wait!"
Chu Ge watched her retreating figure, then suddenly burst out laughing.
Doesn't it sound like a primary school student saying, "You wait, I'll get someone to beat you up tomorrow?"
The previous sect leader's demeanor of Qiu Wuji had completely changed, including his own demeanor, which had become coarser. It's clear that a person's attitude and behavior can be drastically different depending on where they place themselves.
This mutual teaching, this feeling of switching roles, could it be described in one word?
The 69-style teaching?