When it was still pitch black outside the window, Lingshuang had already woken up;

she always woke up at this time, neither too early nor too late.

After washing and changing clothes with a basin of clean water,

she sat cross-legged on the bed and silently recited Blade Swara. For two hours, she didn’t move.

Then she got up and swept the floor with a broomstick. After the house was cleaned up,

She went to the nearby small market to buy some pancakes and mutton; [\s]

If the water ran out, she'd have to go to the well to get a few buckets of water.

After breakfast, Lingshuang sat down by an old loom, weaving silk.

Once, she was able to knit a satisfactory silk in only one day;

After receiving Sushang, the progress was greatly slowed down. [\s]

Now it takes from four days to a week..

Li Sushang was often curious

about what she will do in her spare time and what techniques she will practice after she goes out.

The two have been together for nearly ten years,

and she still didn't expect that as soon as she left, the master would hand over the time to an old-fashioned loom.

In the beginning, weaving had nothing to do with martial arts.

It was just a cheap way to make a living.

But in Lingshuang's eyes, all the ways are unified, was there no similarity between textiles and martial arts?

Secretly, textiles to Lingshuang have also become a means of tempering swordsmanship and honing martial skills.

The Path of the Sword is all-encompassing, and the sword itself was nothing but something to rely on.

Standing, sitting, lying down, food, clothing, shelter and transportation… everywhere in life there is martial art.

Every gesture is martial arts, and being quiet is also practicing swords. This was "naturally natural."