Forgotten Legend of the Bloodied Flower

If Nan Hua knew what Nan Luo was thinking, she would definitely tell him that it was impossible. Unfortunately, she didn't know, so she couldn't scold her twin brother about this matter.

Nan Hua glanced to the other side of the wall where her cousin was staying. However, Feng Ao Kuai had already retreated from the wall and snuck on his bed.

It was clear that he didn't want to get scolded too.

'Time to rest.'

For the rest of the day, the three children didn't create any other trouble. They behaved well and rested properly. When it was morning, they departed from Kuai City after Old Master Nan asked Hou Liang to send a message to them, telling them to be careful on the road.

Nan Luo was in a bad mood afterwards because of this matter.

"Why didn't Grandpa see us off?" Nan Luo asked while looking at the Go Board in front of him. Because they were sharing a carriage, he was dragged to follow Feng Ao Kuai's annoying hobby once more.

"He might be busy." Nan Hua glanced at her twin brother.

Nan Luo rolled his eyes. He was holding a white piece in his hand but he felt that there was no more move he could do. In the end, he could only glance over to Nan Hua to ask for help.

"Bump on this side."

"Where?"

"Here."

"Oh!"

Nan Hua watched as her twin brother energetically put the piece and then waited for Feng Ao Kuai to start. Without Nan Hua helping him from time to time, it was clear that Nan Luo would be beaten so miserably that there was no way he could do anything. But since Nan Hua helped him, he could lose in a more graceful way.

Feng Ao Kuai scoffed when he saw Nan Luo could no longer move again. This had happened a few times ever since they started playing.

"I already told you that I'm not good at playing Go!" Nan Luo wanted to cry when he saw Feng Ao Kuai was looking down at him. It was not like he wanted to play Go either!

Feng Ao Kuai flexed his fingers. "You need to train your brain."

"Why are you always talking as if my brain is so bad?"

"Because that's the truth."

Nan Luo: "…"

He felt as if he had suffered 999 damages from Feng Ao Kuai's blunt remark. While it was true that he couldn't be compared to these two, Nan Luo felt that he shouldn't be that bad to the point that he had to be dissed almost every single time.

"How long do you think we're going to stay in Wind City?" Nan Luo cleaned the board. He knew that Feng Ao Kuai would never be satisfied with only one game.

"A few weeks." Feng Ao Kuai picked the pieces again. "I'm playing black this time."

"Ok."

"We'll have our winter training," Nan Hua added.

Nan Luo nearly dropped the white piece in his hand when he heard that. Upon recalling the miserable winter training in the past, Nan Luo felt like crying. He didn't want to experience any winter training.

"That'll be your birthday present." Feng Ao Kuai waited for Nan Luo to make the move.

"… I don't need training as my birthday present."

It was already more than enough that Nan Luo kept on getting training from their grandfather. He didn't want to add more.

"Heh." Feng Ao Kuai chuckled.

Nan Luo turned around. "Hua'er, you wouldn't want training to be our birthday present, right? How about if we ask Grandpa so that we don't have to do that harsh training?"

Nan Hua blinked her eyes. "You need training, Luo, especially in your presence hiding skill."

Nan Luo: "…"

Another 999 damages were shot to Nan Luo's heart.

Feng Ao Kuai shook his head when he saw Nan Luo's pitiful expression. He himself didn't have any good memory from last year winter training. However, it was necessary for them to be able to adapt to fight in any weather.

Their enemy would not care whether it was raining, snowing, hailing, or whatever when they made their attack. No matter where or when, they had to be prepared.

"I guess training is the only thing we can do…."

"We can meet Aunt," Nan Hua reminded.

"And suffer from poetry lesson?"

The other two immediately glared at Nan Luo. There was not a single one of them who liked the poetry lesson from Nan Si Qiao. It was not like that they didn't like how their aunt (mother) taught them.

However… they were feeling the misery because they were poor when it came to make their own poem.

Memorizing was not hard, but composing was.

"Luo, let's play until night time." Feng Ao Kuai didn't like to be reminded of that annoying poetry lesson from Nan Luo.

"What?"

"Come on, it's your turn."

Seeing the cold gaze from Feng Ao Kuai, Nan Luo was wailing in his heart. He knew that it was impossible for him to get away from this suffering….

…

For the next few days, Nan Luo was feeling that his brain was roasted. Playing Go against Feng Ao Kuai was pure hell because he kept on getting beaten. It was to the point that Feng Ao Kuai despised him so much and switched to play with Nan Hua on the last day.

In his words, if he kept on playing with Nan Luo, he would be infected by his low intelligence.

Nan Luo even began to doubt himself.

When did he even offend Feng Ao Kuai so much?

However, Feng Ao Kuai didn't explain himself and only told him to study more or he would definitely fall for his opponent's tactic sooner or later.

Thankfully, they finally arrived in Wind City after some grueling days.

"Your uncle is not coming back, yet?" Nan Luo then reminded that Feng Qian Kun was still in Kuai City.

"He still have some matters there." Feng Ao Kuai was calm. "And the twins are not going to have it easy."