Transmigrated as a Peasant Baby Who is Pampered by All-Chapter 347 - 239: Fateful Encounter

Today wasn’t very tiring; in fact, I felt especially energetic.

However, Xiaomi pretended to take a nap and lay on the bed, pondering the so-called swordsmanship she obtained last night.

As long as she let her consciousness sink into her mind, she could see the little figure with a small sword constantly repeating a set of movements.

Other than that, there was nothing else.

Is this the Free Sword Technique?

Is this it?

But Xiaomi quickly overturned her own guess.

Could this be something like the first move of the first stance?

Once she learned this, maybe she could unlock the next move.

After all, that’s how it is in many novels or TV shows.

She initially thought about getting up to try it out, but since her second sister was resting nearby, it was a bit inconvenient.

Indeed, it’s better to sleep in separate rooms sooner rather than later.

Xiaomi figured that the sooner, the better. She should just tell her second sister today so she can practice directly in her own room in the future.

Since it’s inconvenient to practice now, she might as well keep watching that little figure go through the motions until she has memorized the set of movements, so even without looking, she can mimic them.

In the afternoon, after her second sister had rested and gotten up, Xiaomi lazed in bed for a while, then got up as well.

Xiaoxue found it strange and asked why she hadn’t slept more today. Xiaomi, looking around while speaking, said she had enough sleep in the morning and wasn’t sleepy at noon.

Soon, Xiaomi grabbed a bamboo stick about the length of her arm, practiced a few moves, and it felt quite handy.

"Why are you looking for this? Are you planning to go up the mountain again?" Xiaoxue put down what she was holding and looked at Xiaomi, puzzled.

"No, I don’t want to go up the mountain today. I just want to play at home."

Xiaomi started to slowly imitate the movements of the little figure she remembered. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Xiaoxue watched, utterly baffled. "Xiaomi, what are you doing?"

Holding a small stick and moving it back and forth looked like she was trying to dance a shamanic dance.

"I’m practicing martial arts," Xiaomi said earnestly, looking at her second sister with innocent eyes.

Xiaoxue chuckled, "Who dances with a stick?"

Ah, she had mistaken ’practicing martial arts’ for ’dancing’.

Xiaomi noticed too but didn’t bother explaining much, continuing with her own business.

Practicing martial arts is not like space – it’s quiet and unnoticeable.

This kind of thing can’t be hidden, so Xiaomi never intended to keep it a secret.

Anyway, in her current state, even if she was moving around at home, others would probably react the same as her second sister did.

After all, regarding martial arts and such, from what she’s seen over the years, people almost never think in those terms.

Indeed, Xiaoxue didn’t make much fuss about it, and Xiaomi continued practicing.

But after practicing for a while, she felt something was off. The movements seemed too light and lacked any semblance of combat effectiveness.

"What’s the issue?"

Xiaomi stopped, resting her chin in thought. Judging from the mystery, she knew it couldn’t be worthless; it had to be valuable.

If it’s something valuable, why does it seem like it has no effect when I practice?

That doesn’t seem right.

Could something be wrong?

Xiaomi pondered while swinging the bamboo stick in her hand again.

When she reached a certain movement, her action paused, and her eyes widened slightly.

She felt it!

Just now, when she treated the bamboo stick as a sword and followed the movements in her mind slowly, for a fleeting moment, she felt a slight sensation in her lower abdomen.

Though the sensation was ephemeral, Xiaomi clearly knew it wasn’t an illusion!

What’s going on?

Why didn’t I feel anything before, but now I somehow noticed something?

Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind.

"Could it be because the posture wasn’t correct?"

"Huh? Xiaomi, what did you say?"

It turned out Xiaomi had unconsciously voiced her question aloud, but since she spoke softly, Xiaoxue couldn’t catch what she was saying.

"Oh, nothing, I was just talking to myself." Xiaomi waved it off casually.

Xiaoxue didn’t think much of it either and took out a new handkerchief, using a fine charcoal pencil to draw a simple pattern on it.

In recent years, out of passion and focused study, combined with her talent, Xiaoxue’s embroidery skills, though not as good as a master’s, were quite decent by ordinary standards.

Apart from embroidering flowers, she could also create flower patterns herself and then embroider them according to her own ideas.