Chapter 622

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

However, just as Qianqian finished speaking, Su Muchun immediately bowed respectfully to An Wang and said in a low voice, "Uncle An."

An Wang cast his gaze toward Su Muchun, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly, and responded in a warm and amiable tone, "So it's Xiao Su. No need for excessive courtesy. Since Qianqian wants to watch us spar, then let's go. It just so happens that this King also wants to see just how your skills are."

Upon hearing this, Su Muchun immediately cupped his fists and replied, "This junior will certainly go all out, and hopes Uncle will give a few pointers."

Finished speaking, An Wang was seen standing up, taking the lead and walking toward the outside of the gate, Qianqian and Su Muchun following closely behind, the three of them together heading quickly in the direction of the Lianwu Chang.

Not long after, they arrived at the Lianwu Chang. Su Muchun and An Wang stood facing each other. Su Muchun said to An Wang, "Uncle, please make the first move!"

An Wang replied, "You are the junior, and moreover are inside this An Wangfu. It should be you who makes the first move."

Seeing this situation, Su Muchun did not insist, and directly launched an attack at An Wang.

Neither carried any weapons; after all, it was merely a simple sparring match. If they fought for real, blades and spears have no eyes, and someone could get hurt. Especially during the New Year, it would be truly inauspicious.

Su Muchun suddenly swung a fist, heading straight for An Wang's face. An Wang, being a Prince, naturally had extraordinary skill. He quickly dodged to the side, avoiding this strike, and casually praised, "What fast skill! Truly formidable!"

Su Muchun smiled slightly upon hearing this, and responded, "Many thanks for Uncle's praise. However, next you must be careful. I'm continuing!"

Finished speaking, his figure swayed, elusive as a ghost, pushing his specialty lightness skill to its peak state, and lunged at An Wang once more.

Although Su Muchun's speed was extremely fast, it was not fast enough to catch An Wang completely off guard.

After a slight reaction, An Wang likewise showed no weakness, swinging a palm to meet the attack.

Seeing this, Su Muchun did not dare be negligent, hurriedly executing his movement technique to retreat backward, simultaneously performing a beautiful backflip, landing steadily on his feet.

Just at this moment, a shrill, miserable scream came from afar, tearing through the long sky.

This sudden sound caused the two people in the midst of fierce battle to stop their hands in unison, looking vigilantly toward the source of the sound.

Yan Wang was seen, like a ghost, rushing toward this side with the speed of wind and lightning. His left hand tightly gripped Yan Si, his right hand carried Yan Jie, his speed astonishingly fast!

And Yan Jie, held in his hand, widened his eyes in terror, his mouth continuously letting out "ah ah ah" miserable cries. He was so afraid Si Ge might accidentally drop him!

On the other side, Yan Si used both hands to tightly cover his face, seemingly both not daring to witness everything happening before his eyes with his own eyes, and afraid of losing all face.

Not long after, the three people arrived beside Qianqian like a whirlwind.

Yan Wang abruptly let go, tossing Yan Jie and Yan Si aside casually like throwing garbage.

Yan Jie's legs instantly went soft, he knelt on the ground with a thud, his body trembling non-stop;

Yan Si, though reacting quickly, just as his feet touched the ground, immediately reached out and grabbed Yan Wang's arm, but only barely managed to stand firm, not falling flat on his face.

After calming down slightly, Yan Si finally couldn't help but complain, "Father King is truly too much! Such a thrilling, spectacular martial arts contest, yet you didn't call us to watch together! If Younger Sister hadn't sent someone to tip us off in time, we would have missed this great show today!" Finished speaking, he even fiercely glared at Yan Wang.

Hearing these words, An Wang's gaze involuntously turned toward Qianqian, a trace of puzzlement in his eyes. Seeing this, Qianqian's face showed an embarrassed smile, and she explained softly, "Si Ge said last time he really wanted to see Father and A Ren spar. Unfortunately it couldn't happen as wished then, so I've been thinking about it. That's why I specially sent someone to deliver a letter to Si Ge!" Only then did An Wang show a look of sudden understanding.

And Yan Si at this time also spoke to explain, "The three of us were just pasting Spring Couplets and window flowers in Si Ge's courtyard. Hearing the news, we rushed here together to observe." Finished speaking, he also lightly patted the non-existent dust on his body.

An Wang, hearing this, nodded slightly, expressing understanding.

Actually, by common sense, pasting Spring Couplets should be left to the servants of the Fu, but today is the New Year festival. The three of them all believed only doing it personally could add a bit more festive atmosphere and celebratory air.

Therefore, every year at the end and beginning of the year, it is always such division of labor and cooperation — Yan Wang responsible for neatly pasting those big red papers onto the walls;

Yan Si would carefully consider and confirm exactly where it would be most proper to paste them; as for Yan Jie, he held a bowl of thick paste, following closely behind the two elder brothers step by step.

For many years, the Spring Couplets and 'Fu' characters in the courtyard where the three brothers reside have all been pasted by their own hands. Therefore, seeing the three of them gathered here now is actually quite ordinary.

Yan Wang urged eagerly, "Father King, quickly begin!"

An Wang's gaze then directly fell on Su Muchun, and he said softly, "Xiao Su, continue."

Having received the instruction, Su Muchun nodded without hesitation in response, indicating he understood. Immediately after, his figure flashed, rushing toward An Wang swiftly like an arrow leaving the bow.

Facing Su Muchun's fierce offensive, An Wang this time actually did not choose to dodge, but instead actively moved forward to engage.

In an instant, figures intertwined, the sound of fists and palms striking incessant.

The two were seen exchanging moves back and forth, movements swift and fierce like lightning, as if a thrilling duel was being staged.

In a short moment, they had already exchanged no less than thirty moves. Every move and style contained endless power and technique.

Qianqian and Yan Wang standing at the side watching are both highly skilled martial artists, naturally able to clearly capture every move of both sides.

They concentrated fully, staring unblinkingly at this fierce battle, afraid of missing any wonderful moment;

In comparison, Yan Si and Yan Jie at the side completely couldn't keep up with the rhythm, only able to watch helplessly as the scene before them flashed by like phantoms.

Despite this, that tense and exciting atmosphere still made their hearts race, blood boiling.

Simultaneously, on the other side, Yan Xiner and Yan Shuang'er returned side by side. Originally, Yan Xiner and Ai Chun, riding in a luxuriously decorated carriage, slowly drove past the front of Qi Yu Fu, and saw Yan Shuang'er and Qi Yu, already prepared, sitting in the carriage waiting.

Just like that, two exquisite carriages drove side by side, racing all the way toward An Wangfu.

Not long after, the two carriages arrived at the destination — in front of the An Wangfu Gate.

Because this place is where they lived for over ten years, Yan Shuang'er and Yan Xiner, the two sisters, appeared exceptionally relaxed and at ease, holding hands, laughing and talking as they walked toward the Front Hall.