Chapter 36: Horse Stance
After Mingfeng had nothing left to teach his brilliant daughter, it was Zhao Wanting’s turn to coach her beloved child.
It had been a while since Anji visited the main courtyard. It was the most spacious place in the estate, but she wasn’t allowed to roam outside in the middle of winter without permission. Hence, she was surprised when Lizi informed her how her mother wanted her to dress in martial robes and wait for her in the main courtyard for their lesson.
What exactly were they going to learn on a freezing winter morning?
"Good morning, darling! You look adorable today," Zhao Wanting giggled, waving to her daughter, who had just arrived.
The first rays of the morning sun had just begun to light the skies, but the courtyard was already bustling with life in anticipation of their young mistress’ arrival.
Unlike her usual garment, Zhao Wanting wore something Anji had never seen her mother use. According to stories from the other servants who had served the sect long before Anji was born, her mother was a cultivator who wore robes of green and white resembling the bamboo grove. Her willowy figure and signature sword style gave her the murim nickname of the Bamboo Fairy. Anji never thought she would see her mother dressed as an actual cultivator because Wanting had long retired from martial arts and cultivating, opting to focus her energy on raising her children and looking after the sect affairs.
"Mother!" Anji hurried over in her martial robes. They were dyed in pink and white, making her appear like a peach blossom fairy. "What are we learning today?"
Seeing how excited her baby was, Wanting grinned. Her husband told her Anji had understood all the basic martial arts theory in just a few weeks. She spent more time learning from Doctor He than with her father. Hence, he thought it was time for Anji to learn basic martial arts. Unfortunately, the men of the clan had no grace and focused more on raw strength. Anji’s frail body would not keep up with the kind of training Bai Dajin gave their third child.
"Have you heard of the Gentle Fist arts?" Wanting smiled as her daughter stood before her. There were no swords or weapons in sight.