Chapter 10 Live Ascension Tenth Heavenly Master Xian Yu also has only Xu in his mind...

What?

Living in the same house?

Master Xianyu was dumbfounded.

His mind was still in a daze when he saw Xu Zhilan make another pot of hot tea and motion him to sit on the only chair in the room.

Yes, there is only one bed, chair, or any other object in the room.

…

Is this tea a must?

No, I should say, do I have to live in this house?

Those who practice cultivation don’t have to sleep!

Shi Xianyu felt something was wrong.

But looking at Xu Zhilan's calm and frank expression, it seemed as if he was just simply staying with a fellow Taoist for one night.

Could it be that he was thinking too much?

But the whole world knows what their future holds! Xu Zhilan knows it too!

It's definitely not what he thinks!

Master Xian Yu wanted to say something but stopped himself.

After a while, he finally spoke: "I...you...Is there no other place to live on this mountain?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Xianyu met Xu Zhilan's hazy eyes that looked like mountain snow under the flickering candlelight.

He quickly explained, “What I mean is, Dao Zun and several other Dao Juns don’t live here?”

There is absolutely no intention of disdain.

He just felt...

Very strange.

"They're not here." Xu Zhilan answered, then looked at Shi Xianyu, who was wrapped tightly in his robes. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Do you want to add a formation to keep out the cold?"

Shi Xianyu nodded without hesitation, and suddenly thought of Xu Zhilan's destructive repairs today.

He quickly said, "Let me do it? Even though I'm not as proficient in formations as Master, I still deserve two parts of her inheritance."

"good."

After receiving the reply, Master Xianyu quickly set up a formation to keep out the cold.

It’s better to be busy.

If he doesn't do something busy, he won't know what to do with his hands and feet when standing in the house!

I don’t know how long I was busy.

After he finished setting up the formation, the room gradually became warmer. When he looked up, he saw Xu Zhilan sitting by the bed and watching him quietly.

…

Master Xianyu regretted it.

He should have asked Xu Zhilan to set up a formation. When the house collapsed, he could live anywhere, even meditate in the snow, which would be better than the current situation!

As the night deepens, the house grows warmer.

Shi Xianyu drank cup after cup of hot tea. He didn't know how much time had passed. Under Xu Zhilan's emotionless gaze, he climbed onto the bed in a daze and sat cross-legged.

Next to him was Xu Zhilan, who was also sitting cross-legged but had already entered into a state of meditation.

…

He didn't know what to think anymore.

Even among close friends, few would meditate on the same bed, right?

Weird, so weird.

Since Xu Zhilan had been alone with him, everything he did seemed to have some strange color!

Is he thinking too much?

Master Xianyu fell into self-doubt again.

The candlelight flickered.

I couldn't think of anything, so I could only accept my fate and concentrate on practicing.

Not long.

Xu Zhilan, who was standing by, slowly opened his eyes and looked at his master Xianyu who was in meditation for a long while.

When he closed his eyes again, the candlelight went out.

The next day.

When Master Xianyu finished his practice, the first thing he did was to turn around and look.

Make sure he is the only one in the room.

I felt relieved instantly.

Otherwise, I really don’t know how to face it.

Master Xianyu wrapped himself in his outer robe to keep warm and made sufficient mental preparations before opening the door of the room.

As expected, Xu Zhilan was in the yard.

Practicing swordplay in the snow.

The sword is naturally extremely good, and every move and style has traces of Taoism.

People also have a feeling of unity between heaven and earth.

Maybe... white clothes really blend in easily with the white snowy scenery!

Seeing Xu Zhilan quickly put away his sword and look towards him again, Shi Xianyu subconsciously applauded and praised loudly!

"What a great sword! Awesome! It's truly unique in the world..."

Talking and talking.

Shi Xianyu realized that the tall man in front of him was not his 'vain' master.

After a pause, he continued to add to his unfinished words: "...only."

"You can do it too." Xu Zhilan directly threw the sword to Shi Xianyu. Seeing that the other party was smiling happily, he said, "Practice."

…

Shi Xianyu hurriedly caught the sword, with an expression of confusion on his face.

Just like the snow on the mountain that never melts.

Can he?

What to practice?

Sword? Didn't I just take a look? How do I practice?

Didn’t Master explain this clearly to Xu Zhilan?

He was just an ordinary monk! Not one of those geniuses who could memorize everything they saw and reproduce it instantly! He wasn't even particularly proficient in anything, otherwise he wouldn't have needed to learn so many skills!

Master Xianyu and Xu Zhilan looked at each other for a long time.

In the end, it was Master Xian Yu who spoke first.

He said with a sad face, "Are you asking me to practice the sword moves you just used? I don't understand them and can't practice them!"

Silence spread across the ice and snow.

Xu Zhilan realized his mistake. He did not have the experience to teach others, or to be more precise, he had never made friends with anyone.

Even if he had instructed other cultivators, they would still learn from each other directly.

He recalled his sword training experience in his youth and tentatively asked, "Then how about swinging the sword 30,000 times today?"

To increase credibility, Xu Zhilan further explained: "When I first started learning sword at the age of three, my master taught me this."

…

Shi Xianyu tried hard to smile, but he couldn't.

He had heard that beginners in the Sword Sect had to learn sword skills 10,000 times a day, but why did it triple for Xu Zhilan?

Thirty thousand strikes a day, is there anything else he can do besides swinging the sword?

Besides!

Dao Zun, Dao Zun, is it really possible for a human to let a three-year-old child swing a sword 30,000 times?

Shi Xianyu felt that this path was not suitable for him and suggested seriously: "You should consider this. I am just an ordinary cultivator."

In the snow, Xu Zhilan thought seriously for a long time.

So long that the snow falls until your hair turns white.

Shi Xianyu couldn't bear to watch this any longer, so he walked over with his sword in hand, pulled the man's sleeve, and brought him under the tree.

His tone was serious: "You have to hide from the rain when it rains, and you have to hide from the snow when it snows. Otherwise, your clothes will get wet."

Moreover, he doesn't look very smart.

"Okay, I'll remember that."

Xu Zhilan let Shi Xianyu brush off the snow on his body, and he waited for him to finish his action.

Then he said, "Practice the sword moves you learned earlier."

Shi Xianyu finally heard something he could do and breathed a sigh of relief.

He grabbed the sword in his arms.

He chopped towards the open space in the yard.

I can’t say it’s particularly good, but at least it works smoothly.

After one time.

Xu Zhilan simply pointed out the problem, broke off a branch in the yard, and started fighting with Shi Xianyu.

Correct anything that is wrong.

This went on for quite a while.

Xu Zhilan just left a message saying "keep practicing" and then disappeared.

The snow has stopped.

Shi Xianyu was still practicing his sword skills diligently. He had no way of telling from Xu Zhilan's expressionless face whether the other party was satisfied or not, so he could only continue to repeat his previous movements.

Until the spiritual power is exhausted.

Master Xianyu rested in the snow with his sword in hand. As he rested, his eyes fell on the magic sword that felt familiar but had an extremely strange aura.

…

Wait, isn’t this Xu Zhilan’s sword?

How did it end up in my hands?

Master Xianyu looked left and right, up and down, examining the sword in his hand.

The swords even started to hum.

Only then did he confirm that this was the Fengkong Sword, the natal magic weapon specially made for Xu Zhilan by a ninth-grade weapon refining master.

It ranks seventeenth in the Hongguang Divine Weapon Record. It is said that it is not ranked high because it is not used very often.

He really couldn't understand Xu Zhilan!

Why are all the life-saving magic weapons in his hands?

Who would give their lifeblood magic weapon to others to practice sword skills, and the sword skills they practiced were not very powerful?

Shi Xianyu really suspected that Xu Zhilan was having an affair with him.

There is evidence!

That is, the evidence doesn't seem to be very convincing.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly sent two more messages to his master.

He just wants to know!

Is Xu Zhilan practicing the ruthless way?

Which Wuqing Sect has more tricks than the Hehuan Sect?

Not to mention anything else.

Shi Xianyu turned his attention back to the Fengkong Sword.

He had never used such a good sword, nor had he come into close contact with such a powerful magic weapon.

While Xu Zhilan is not back.

He silently wiped the sword over and over again, and used the method of maintaining weapons that he had learned from the previous class to take thorough care of the Fengkong Sword from top to bottom.

Finally wipe with a fine cloth.

The Fengkong Sword was shining all over, looking brand new, and it also emitted a light sword sound.

Master Xianyu was very satisfied, and Feng Kongjian was also very satisfied.

It's a little cool on a snowy night.

Shi Xianyu stood at the door waiting for Xu Zhilan for a long time, but when he saw no one coming back, he quietly climbed onto the bed and meditated.

I was still muttering in my heart.

Didn’t we agree to stay by his side?

How come he disappeared after being put on the snowy mountain?

Don’t be...

Are you thinking of getting someone else to teach him because you think he's too dumb to learn sword?

He's actually not that bad!

It is only because the geniuses perform so outstandingly that the mediocre ones seem inadequate.

Master Xianyu was uneasy.

It took a long time to enter into a state of meditation.

midnight.

The wind howled in, carrying snow with it.

Shi Xianyu opened his eyes and saw Xu Zhilan pushing open the door.

He quickly stood up and asked, "Why are you back so late?"

Finished.

Something always feels wrong.

Shi Xianyu quickly added, "Hurry up and shake off the snow. Have a cup of hot tea first. Where did you go today? Why didn't you bring your sword?"

It seems even weirder.

Like a wife who greets her husband who comes home late and asks him a few questions.

Bah.

Who is the wife!

Xu Zhilan watched Shi Xianyu's expression change again and again. He wanted to continue watching, but suddenly he turned around and started to tidy up the bed which didn't even have a quilt.

He replied, "Today I went down the mountain and learned from my junior brothers how to teach sword techniques."

"Oh, thank you for taking the trouble for me."

Shi Xianyu let go of the mat in his hand, quickly poured a cup of hot tea for Xu Zhilan, and actively handed it to him.

She said obediently, "I'm not very smart. If I do something wrong, please teach me twice more."

"No, you're very smart."

Xu Zhilan looked at Shi Xianyu's eyes that were blinking again and again.

Think for a moment.

He imitated what Meng Hongfan had done and raised his hand to touch Shi Xianyu's head.

It feels a bit nice to touch.

He touched it twice more.

…

Shi Xianyu watched Xu Zhilan pull his head over and over again.

Even worse than his master.

He smiled sweetly, and sensibly raised his hand to remove the ice and snow on Xu Zhilan's head.

Wow, such smooth hair.

He also grabbed a few more!

Not long after, Shi Xianyu sat cross-legged on the bed again.

Maybe it's a case of the second time making you familiar with it.

In addition, he practiced sword from morning till night during the day, and his spiritual energy was very depleted. He had no other thoughts, so he closed his eyes and entered a state of meditation.

But Xu Zhilan still had his eyes open.

He gently deflected his natal sword that was flying towards him and swaying left and right in front of him, and stopped it from flying to disturb Master Xianyu, then he concentrated on practicing.

As soon as the sun rises.

Master Xianyu stood up refreshed, but before he took two steps, the Fengkong Sword flew in front of him and spun around in his hand.

Xu Zhilan was not in the room.

He then took hold of the sword and went out with it.

It's really strange.

How could a cultivator go out without even bringing his own magical weapon?

Shi Xianyu spotted Xu Zhilan standing under a leafless tree from a distance. He quickly ran over and offered his sword: "Daojun! Your sword."

He was just about to open his mouth to discuss the seriousness of forgetting to bring weapons when going out.

Who knows.

Xu Zhilan actually held his raised hand!

In stark contrast to Xu Zhilan, the warm, scalding palm covered the back of his hand, sending waves of warmth continuously.

It’s so warm.

The snow will melt.

Master Yu was in a daze.

The whole person was half-hugged by Xu Zhilan from behind, and then his hands and legs led the moves, chopping and extending, with extreme fierceness.

It was a powerful move he had never used before, but he had no time to pay attention to it!

Frost and snow fell all over the sky.

Soon, a set of sword moves was completed.

Time seems to pass quickly.

It seemed like a century.

In short, from the beginning to the end, Shi Xianyu only had the passion of Xu Zhilan in his mind.

Too close?

"You're not paying attention."

Xu Zhilan stared at Shi Xianyu's dazed face, who seemed to have not yet come to his senses, and began to criticize him seriously.

…

Damn inattention!

Who can concentrate?

Just ask!

Who can do it?

Shi Xianyu's body was stiff. He thought about it over and over again, but couldn't figure it out.

It was fine before, why did it suddenly become like this?

After much difficulty, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Didn't you go to learn how to teach sword moves yesterday?"

"yes."

Xu Zhilan fiddled with Master Xianyu's arm, which was inexplicably stretched so straight that it was difficult to bend, trying to understand what was going on.

At the same time, he casually explained, "Junior Brother Mo down the mountain taught his junior sister in this way, and the results are remarkable, and her progress is rapid."