Recently, a new wooden cabin has appeared on Xiaoyuan Peak, and the person living in this cabin is no ordinary person.
The only disciple the sect leader has recently accepted lives in this wooden house; he is also the young master of Pengshan Sect.
Han Qingxiu felt like she was living in a surreal world lately, with a sense of unreality lingering in her heart.
The sense of unreality in my heart only dissipated after she moved to Xiaoyuanfeng.
Han Qingxiu arrived at a pool on Xiaoyuan Peak, ready to begin practicing her swordsmanship.
The pond is very secluded, with a loquat tree planted beside it, making it arguably the most scenic spot in Xiaoyuan Peak.
"Phew, I need to intensify my cultivation, otherwise I won't even be able to open the door to Master's room."
Since becoming the sect leader's disciple, Han Qingxiu has been cultivating even more diligently.
Han Qingxiu still remembers the first time she came to Wu Er's wooden house. At that time, Wu Er asked her to come out of the wooden house, but because her cultivation level was too low, she couldn't even push open the door of the wooden house.
She was deeply troubled by this matter, and it added another layer of pressure to herself without her realizing it.
"Phew~"
Han Qingxiu slowly exhaled by the lake, then took out a wooden sword and bowed by the lake.
Cultivators practice swordsmanship not for techniques or skills, but for the sword intent that merges with the heavens and earth.
Feeling the ripples in the small pond and the sound of the wind blowing through the loquat tree, Han Qingxiu was about to enter a state of enlightenment.
However, at this very moment...
"Xiuer, what are you doing?"
Wu Er appeared at the very inopportune moment and even made a sound that disturbed Han Qingxiu, who was in the process of comprehending the Dao.
Han Qingxiu was startled, then clutched her chest. Being forcibly interrupted from her enlightenment gave her the feeling of having a heart attack again.
"Master...Master, what are you doing here?"
Upon seeing that the visitor was Wu Er, Han Qingxiu put down her sword and then gave a proper bow.
Wu Er moved casually, holding a half-eaten fruit in his hand, looking completely relaxed.
He took another bite of the fruit in his hand, and said as he chewed, "Of course... I care about my disciple... I'm a good master."
Because he was chewing fruit, his speech was also unclear.
The phrase "I am a good master" coming from Wu Er's mouth is hardly convincing.
Even Han Qingxiu raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
It has to be said that in the past few days, Han Qingxiu's original understanding of the Pengshan Sect Leader has been completely overturned.
Sometimes Han Qingxiu would even silently ponder why she had admired Wu Er so much back then, why she had admired such a person.
"By the way," Wu Er swallowed the rest of the fruit in one gulp, then asked, "Xiuer, why are you using a wooden sword? Why don't you use the Wujian I gave you?"
At this point, Han Qingxiu scratched her head slightly and said apologetically, "Master, the Wujian Sword is of too high a grade. With my current cultivation level... I cannot use it yet."
After Han Qingxiu finished speaking, Wu Er slapped his forehead, as if he had remembered something.
Then Wu Er said, "Oh right, I forgot to adjust the power of that sword for you. How careless of me."
You know you're careless?
Han Qingxiu sighed inwardly again.
He thought giving himself a useless sword was an incentive to improve his cultivation, but it turns out he just forgot to adjust the power of the magic weapon...
Han Qingxiu took out the thin, translucent sword from her storage bag and slowly handed it to Wu Er.
Wu Er casually took the sword and then dabbed it a few times with his finger.
Then a faint Daoist aura flashed by, and the Wujian Sword seemed to have been dulled, no longer feeling as sharp as before.
"then."
Wu Er handed the Wujian Sword back to Han Qingxiu and said, "I sealed 99% of the sword's power. With your current cultivation level, you should be able to use it."
Han Qingxiu took the sword and felt that the Wujian Sword had become extremely ordinary. She held it in her hand and lightly gestured a couple of times. She found it very easy to wield. Even she could control the Wujian Sword now.
"How is it? Is it easy to use?" Wu Er asked.
Han Qingxiu bowed and said, "With Master's guidance, it's naturally easy."
"Yeah, whatever you like."
Looking at his apprentice, Wu Er couldn't help but feel a mischievous urge, and there just happened to be a loquat tree he had planted nearby.
So Wu Er chuckled and said, "By the way, Xiu'er, did you come here to practice your swordsmanship by the loquat tree to show your master how to swallow a hundred loquats whole?"
These words made Han Qingxiu's face darken, and she was speechless.
He thought to himself: Is this going to stay unresolved forever?
Wu Er had mentioned the matter of swallowing loquats raw to Han Qingxiu no less than ten times in the past few days, and even after so many times, Wu Er still didn't find it tiresome.
"Master, please stop joking..."
Han Qingxiu said in a low voice.
"A joke?" Wu Er tilted his head back as if thinking. "Is it a joke? No way, this is a serious bet!"
A vein bulged on Han Qingxiu's forehead. Although she knew that Wu Er was her master, she felt an urge to hit him.
After all, this person's temperament... is just too unruly.
Han Qingxiu suppressed her temper, bowed again, and said, "Does Master have anything else to do? If not, I'll practice my sword first."
This is because they don't want to continue talking about loquat fruit and have started making excuses to avoid the topic.
Wu Er naturally understood as well, and this matter had already been brought up several times, so it would be pointless to keep bringing it up.
Even if he doesn't dwell on this topic, Wu Er still has something to say, and this time it's something serious.
"Xiuer, I have something important to tell you."
Wu Er put away some of his unserious behavior.
Seeing that Wu Er had become more serious, Han Qingxiu knew that they were about to get down to business, so she asked, "Master, please speak."
Wu Er waved his sleeve and said, "Actually, it's nothing big. It's just that it's almost time to recruit new disciples. You're the sect leader's disciple, so I wanted to send you to visit those mortals near Pengshan."
To put it simply, it was a training experience, and a very simple one at that.
In other words, Han Qingxiu was to go with the group to various places, neither to fight monsters nor to collect treasures, and there was no danger along the way.
After all, Wu Er is not that kind of person. He would not deliberately torment his disciples by making them complete some seemingly absurd training objectives.
"Yes, I will follow Master's arrangements." Han Qingxiu replied with her hands clasped.
Wu Er tilted his head and thought for a moment, then, realizing there was nothing else to say, he vanished in a flash.
He's probably off wandering around somewhere again.
Han Qingxiu watched Wu Er leave and breathed a sigh of relief.
He also said, "My master is like a child, always fooling around. Sigh, how did I end up with such a master?"
After calming down her thoughts, Han Qingxiu felt much better and relaxed as she looked around.
And just by chance, I spotted the loquat tree by the small pond...
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