Chapter 120 Teaching Disciple Jiang Yu: As Sect Master Shen's Daoist partner, naturally there will be...

The morning sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the mottled tabletop. Xi Chuang put down his cup, his face still bearing that respectful and courteous expression, seemingly unaffected by Lian Quesheng's words.

"Master, have you been drinking too much lately? Your mind isn't clear. You should drink less next time, it's bad for your health. I've noticed you've been sleeping for several days now. The weather is nice today, Master, would you like to go for a walk with me?"

Lian Quesheng leaned casually against the pillow, first waving his hand, but then seemed to suddenly change his mind, smiling at the west window. This smile seemed to carry a sense of relief, making the west window feel dazed.

He hadn't seen Lian Quesheng smile so genuinely for two months, especially since this smile was only for himself, not for anyone else, and not because of anything else, but simply for himself.

Xi Chuang liked this kind of smile. Lian Quesheng reached out his hand and said, "Give me a hand. I can't get up. My legs are weak."

"Master!"

Xi Chuang was overjoyed. He even tripped over his own foot, but he didn't care and grabbed Lian Quesheng's hand. "Master, have you changed your mind? There are many disciples waiting for you at the training ground. Do you want to go see them?"

"Waiting for me?" Lian Quesheng raised an eyebrow, one hand loosely resting on Xi Chuang's shoulder. "What are you waiting for me for? I've never instructed them in sword practice before."

"But since you want to go, then go and take a look. After all, you are my disciple. I've been lazy these past few days and haven't taught you anything. Today is a good day to see how your swordsmanship is going."

Lian Quesheng's hair was a mess after sleeping for a few days, and he didn't bother to fix it. He just casually tidied it up a few times with his hands before preparing to go out.

"Master."

Xi Chuang called out to him, "Let your disciple help you tie your hair. If you go out like this, people will think that your master has no one to take care of him, which will damage your master's image."

Two figures were reflected in the blurry bronze mirror, one sitting and one standing. Lian Quesheng looked at Xi Chuang, who was carefully combing his hair with his head down in the mirror, with a meaningful look in his eyes, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

Having not been outside for a long time, Lian Quesheng was dazzled by the sunlight as soon as he reached the door. He frowned, then strode forward and arrived at the training ground, where a group of newly initiated disciples were training with wooden swords.

Their Star Palace sect typically uses a staff as their weapon, but according to the rules, new disciples practice sword techniques in their first year, and only after passing the year-end assessment can they advance to practice other weapons.

However, Lian Quesheng was an exception. He felt that the Star Staff was too ugly to use and did not match his dashing and flamboyant movements, so he resolutely refused to use it as a weapon.

When the sect leader took him as his disciple, he originally intended for him to inherit his mantle, but he never expected that this brat would complain that their Starry Sky Palace weapons were too ugly. He regretted it immensely.

"Young Master Lian." "Young Master Lian."

"Senior Brother Lian."

As soon as Lian Quesheng appeared, the disciples who were talking about Xichuang that morning fell silent. They really didn't expect that Lian Quesheng would come with Xichuang. He hadn't even participated in the disciple-acceptance ceremony that they had been preparing for so long. Lian Chisu was so angry that she wanted to pick up a whip and beat him up, but Xichuang stopped her in the end.

They had always thought that Lian Quesheng disliked this disciple, but was forced into it by Sect Leader Lian. They never expected things to turn out this way.

"Long time no see, Junior Brother Liang."

Liang Wen is an apprentice of Elder Xingchenque and has always had a good relationship with Lian Quesheng. Just this time, when Lian Quesheng was accepting apprentices, he also picked a few apprentices and is now teaching them moves in the training ground.

"Brother Lian hasn't been back for a long time. How about we go down the mountain for a drink tonight?" Liang Wen was quite the player. He and Lian Quesheng were like birds of a feather, having thoroughly explored every nook and cranny of Xingchenque in just a few months since arriving.

He knew everything from where the dog holes were to escape the disciplinary disciples to which tavern down the mountain had the best dishes. Lian Quesheng patted Xi Chuang on the shoulder and shook his head, "I've been drinking too much these past few days and got a scolding from my disciple. I really can't drink anymore."

Liang Wen never expected that such words, similar to "henpecked husband," would come out of Lian Quesheng's mouth. He had known Lian Quesheng for many years, and no matter how much they had joked and played together before, even if they were caught and punished by the sect leader and several elders, it would not change his behavior.

What kind of magic does this Xi Chuang possess that makes even Lian Quesheng willingly submit? He couldn't help but take a few more glances at the boy standing beside Lian Quesheng. He looked to be in his teens, quite youthful, with a gentle and calm face, and his manners were very polite. He didn't seem like the kind of person who would teach Lian Quesheng a lesson.

Xi Chuang noticed his gaze, raised his head and bowed to Liang Wen, his eyes dark and cold, but in an instant they returned to their reserved state, "Uncle Liang."

Liang Wen dismissed his doubts, thinking it must be because he had seen too much, and replied with a smile, "Xichuang, what a nice name. Senior Brother Lian, your disciple gets up very early every day. I haven't even arrived yet, and he has already been practicing swordsmanship for half an hour. Compared to you, Senior Brother Lian, he is much more diligent."

"Hahaha--"

Lian Quesheng laughed loudly, "That's right, don't you even know whose apprentice this is? I even gave him this name. I found him in the wilderness when he was a child and raised him at my mother's place in Bailuzhou for so many years. He must have surpassed his master."

"Since your Uncle Liang has brought this up, Xichuang, why don't you show them what you've learned? Let me see how well you've practiced."

Lian Quesheng walked straight to the chair at the front and sat down. Xi Chuang responded and was about to pick up the wooden sword when he noticed that the sword on the ground had suddenly flown away.

Lian Quesheng twitched his fingers twice, and the wooden sword flew into his hand. After spinning it a few times, he threw the sword on the table and then threw his own sword directly to it.

The silver-white sword sliced ​​through the air, landing in a perfect arc in front of the west window. Lian Quesheng casually said, "Use my sword."

"Young Master Lian values ​​him so much. I've heard that Young Master Lian cherishes his sword and doesn't allow anyone to touch it." A disciple whispered, not noticing how violently the disciples on either side of him, who had ridiculed Xi Chuang that morning, were trembling.

"Didn't you hear what Young Master Lian said? Senior Brother Xichuang was someone he personally picked up. How could he be an ordinary person? We've known each other for over ten years, but we're only finding out now."

Lian Quesheng took in everything they said, glanced at them, and then calmly looked away.

It seems this trip wasn't a waste of time.

"Master's sword is too weak for me to use casually. I am not yet familiar with various sword techniques. What if I break it—"

"If it's broken, just replace it. It's nothing serious, no need to feel guilty. There are plenty of sword kilns in Xingchenque and Bailuzhou. After we finish, I'll take you to pick one out."

Lian Quesheng generously said, "Anyone who wants to exchange their sword can come with me to pick one out later. As long as you can draw it, you can take it."

"Thank you, Young Master Lian."

"Senior Brother Lian is still so generous." Liang Wen's words were tinged with sourness. Although he was also considered an elder's personal disciple, his family background was just average. He wasn't as rich as Lian Quesheng, nor could he act as capriciously as he did.

"Since I'm honored by Senior Brother's offer, I'll pick out a new one too."

"Go ahead and pick one." Lian Quesheng smiled and pushed another chair over to him. "If Junior Brother Liang wants to buy a new one, I'll cover the cost. There'll be plenty of money."

Both of them laughed. Liang Wenben was just joking. He had been using this sword with it for more than ten years. If he were to replace it with a new one, it probably wouldn't feel as smooth.

Xi Chuang picked up the sword, and the surrounding disciples spontaneously cleared a space for him. Lian Quesheng looked over and saw that the young man must have put in a lot of effort in private. His sword moves were smooth and fluid, but his balance was a little lacking.

"Raise your arm a little higher."

Lian Quesheng suddenly appeared in front of the other party, which would startle anyone. Xi Chuang was also a little stunned. Lian Quesheng sighed, grabbed Xi Chuang's wrist, and helped him straighten the sword.

"so."

He pulled Xi Chuang with force, and the other person seemed a little nervous, his movements were even stiffer than before, and his body unconsciously shrank back. Lian Quesheng patted him on the back, "Don't move around. You have great talent, but I guess you haven't practiced for long enough and your foundation is not stable. You should practice for an extra hour every day from now on."

"yes."

Xi Chuang gritted his teeth and completely relaxed himself, letting Lian Quesheng do as he pleased until the set of sword moves was finished. Only then did Lian Quesheng let go of his hand, patted the wrinkles in his clothes, and said, "This is the first time I've taught someone to practice swordsmanship. If there are any mistakes, please bear with them. If there's anything you don't understand in the future, just come and ask me."

"Thank you, Master. You are very busy, and I am already extremely grateful that you would take the time to guide Xichuang. I would never dare to bother you any further." Xichuang said very politely. Lian Quesheng knew that these were just formalities, so he didn't say anything more. "Let's go, I'll take you to choose a sword."

"You all follow along."

He addressed the dozens of disciples in the training ground, saying that although Xi Chuang was dissatisfied, he did not show it. As long as Lian Quesheng cared about him, even if it was only a master-disciple relationship now, he would definitely make that relationship deeper and more important in time.

"Young Master Lian's swordsmanship is truly beautiful. I heard that when Young Master Lian and Young Master Jiang fought, they both used swords. I really want to see what those top-level moves look like."

"Yes, Young Master Jiang's Xian Chen sword is a famous sword in the world. Later, that move spread throughout the streets and alleys. It's a pity that I didn't see it with my own eyes. But since Young Master Jiang and Young Master Lian are friends, is it possible that we will see Young Master Jiang at Xingchen Que in the future?"

They were speaking quite loudly, and Xi Chuang was a little afraid that Lian Quesheng might suddenly rekindle his feelings for Jiang Yu. He deliberately walked forward and tentatively asked, "Master, I heard that you went to Shen Wu Ke before. I wonder how well Young Master Jiang's injuries are healing?"

Xi Chuang hadn't personally tested the effects of the medicine, but these past few days, since Lian Quesheng returned from Shen Wuke, he hadn't mentioned Shen Jiuxu and Jiang Yu again.

“I didn’t go to Shen Wuke, but I went to a pharmacy on Qingyun Ladder and dealt with an ungrateful person.” Lian Quesheng’s deeds had already been widely known, so he didn’t deliberately hide them. “Jiang Yu is Sect Master Shen’s Daoist partner, so naturally he will take care of him. What does it have to do with me?”