Chapter 17 Daojun is the master of Lingshanze.
Mu Fuyun continued to read classics during the day and fight with the ice sword by the pond at night.
That night, Chu Ye experienced a thunder tribulation and almost couldn't survive it. The news that he was finally rescued by the sect leader quickly spread throughout the sect.
To show their concern, the inner disciples visited Xizhao Pavilion one after another.
The outer disciples were more shocked.
For those whose cultivation is still in the late stage of Qi Refining and the early stage of Foundation Establishment, the late stage of Golden Core is already very powerful. Many cultivators have put in a lot of effort and practiced hard for decades to reach this level.
Even Chu Ye, whose cultivation path had been smooth sailing, almost got stuck at this hurdle.
For these disciples who are just about to enter the immortal gate, what reason is there not to work hard?
Besides, there is less than a month left before the written test.
There are 163 disciples in the Tianzi class. After this test, 83 disciples will be eliminated. The remaining 80 disciples will enter the martial arts test to compete for the position of inner disciples.
Although most of the students in Class A were very confident, they couldn't help but get nervous as the day approached.
Instructor Wu, who was in charge of setting the questions, said that the scope of the written test was not limited to the classics that had been explained in the past three or four years. All the classics on the first floor of the library that were open to outer disciples might be involved.
As a result, the discussions and ridicules that often appeared in Mu Fuyun's ears before were mostly reduced, which gave her a few days of leisure time.
The atmosphere in the entire Tianzi class became more and more serious day by day. Except for a few people like Zhan Yao, who had indeed read all the books on the first floor of the library in more than three years, most people felt that they were very unfamiliar with many classics that the teachers had not mentioned.
Everyone seemed to be immersed in a sea of books, studying hard day and night.
Mu Fuyun did not live in Qinglu and only witnessed such scenes during the day.
Xu Huaiyan said that some of his disciples even recited classics in their dreams. Once they found that there was something they could not remember, they would immediately wake up, open the book, and recite it over and over again until they remembered it. Only then would they go back to sleep.
Xu Huaiyan was infected by this atmosphere and immersed himself in the sea of books day and night. At the same time, he did not forget to remind Mu Fuyun to still focus on the book list he had previously made.
Mu Fuyun agreed with this. He read through all the books on his list twice, imprinting every word in his mind before continuing to read other books.
During this period, in addition to reading ancient books, Mu Fuyun also went to Xizhao Pavilion and Shanmingju respectively.
Perhaps because of what happened last time, and because he was saved by Mu Fuyu, Chu Ye did not say anything cold or sarcastic for the first time. He just kept a stern face from beginning to end, as if he had made up his mind not to say much.
Only at the end did he explain indifferently, "Although Instructor Wu told you that every level of the classics may be subject to examination, there is always a priority. The biggest difference between my three years of studying and the casual practitioners outside is that I have the guidance of teachers."
This was said in a roundabout way, but its meaning was actually the same as Xu Huaiyan's. Both of them wanted Mu Fuyun to not read all the classics like other disciples with a solid foundation, but still focus on the most important ones.
Mu Fuyun just nodded without saying thank you, nor did he look happy at all.
She thought that with Chu Ye's arrogance, he probably regarded this reminder as a thank you for her calling Song Xinghe to take the blame for him last time.
Without getting any response from her, a complicated look flashed across Chu Ye's silent face, but he said nothing more.
As for Song Xinghe, he gave Mu Fuyun another bottle of Guyuan Buqi Pill.
This time, he did not elaborate on the explanation, but simply said that this was to repay the Gu Yuan Dan from last time. At the same time, he warned her fiercely not to try to play tricks in the written test.
Mu Fuyun was too lazy to argue with him. After handing him the porcelain bottle, he left.
By the rarely visited lake, she finally saw the senior in white again.
He was still covered in a cold and frosty aura, as if he had just emerged from the ice, and seemed out of tune with everything in the world.
If you count carefully, I haven't seen him for a whole month.
Mu Fuyun guessed that he would only come out once every two weeks.
She had no intention of prying into his private affairs. After discovering his presence, she stopped fighting with Bing Jian, touched the stones in the water with her toes, landed in front of him, saluted with her fists, and presented him with a jar of lotus seed candy.
"Excuse me, senior. The lotus seeds in the lotus pond are dwindling, so I picked some and dried them to make lotus seed candy."
He took the jar, but instead of putting it away, he took one and put it in his mouth to taste it.
The sweet and crispy syrup is thin and even, tightly wrapping around the not-so-flat and regular surface of the lotus seeds.
Just looking at this skill, even a craftsman who has practiced for many years may not be able to control the temperature of boiling syrup so well, which shows how precise her control over spiritual power is.
"Your swordsmanship has improved a lot."
Thinking back to the fluency and precision of her moves just now, she was much better than a month ago.
A month ago, he could tell that she had just started learning and had no practical experience at all.
And now, if she said that she had studied in the outer sect for two years, he would believe it.
Although he didn't come in person during this month, he knew that she sent lotus seeds every day and fought with the ice sword every day.
"Thanks to the guidance of the senior, I have made some progress." Mu Fuyun was naturally happy to receive the praise, and at the same time he did not forget to thank the white-robed monk for his help.
She could vaguely see that the ice sword left by this senior was slightly different from the swordsmanship of the outer sect instructors, and even Chu Ye and Song Xinghe.
Although the moves appear to be 90% similar, the sword techniques feature more flexible variations and a smooth and effortless flow, which better embodies the essence of the four characters "wind accompanying flowing clouds".
This shows how profound this senior's attainments in kendo are.
The monk in white looked at her robes that were wet by the splashes of water, a faint smile flashed in his eyes, and his cold face seemed to be suddenly softened by a spring breeze.
He had already seen it, but she had not realized that the water she was in was the intersection of Lingshan Lake and Fu Ri Peak, and she had not recognized that he was the master of Lingshan Lake, the number one swordsman of Tianyan who had been in seclusion for many years, Lingshan Taoist Xie Hanyi.
She didn't even introduce herself, and didn't even want to be remembered by the senior.
He could recognize her.
Back then, the little girl who was brought back to the sect by the head senior brother looked 70% similar to this one.
He had a very good memory. Although he had only seen the little girl from afar a few times over the years, he remembered her very clearly. Her young eyes were filled with an unconcealable desire and yearning for the strong, which was the same as the one in front of him.
However, he just couldn't feel any affection for the female disciple that his senior brother had accepted. The one before him, who made no secret of her desires and was open and honest, actually made him admire her somewhat.
"You've made remarkable progress. There's no need to rush. If you want to make further breakthroughs, you still need to solidify your foundation. You might want to put off sword training for a few days and focus on regulating your breathing and energy, and stabilizing your realm."
Mu Fuyun thought about it and nodded, "I'll make a note of it."
Her advancement was achieved by Chu Ye using pure fire spiritual power to forcibly open up her meridians. Now, only more than a month has passed, and she already has a vague premonition that she will reach another level.
Advancing was a good thing, but if it happened too quickly, it would likely collapse midway due to an unstable foundation. This was especially true since her current body was already weak and not the gifted self she once was on Yuya Mountain.
Seeing that she was so obedient and had no doubts at all, Xie Hanyi was no longer surprised. After sinking the ice sword back into the water, he waved his sleeves and left, returning to his cave.
It's only August and the weather is still hot. Even if you are in the mountains, you should only feel a little cold.
But here, Lingshanze, not far from Fu Ri Peak, was covered with frost in the quiet night.
Even the bright moon reflected in the mirror-like water seemed to be covered with a layer of ice and snow, and beneath the snowy moon, there seemed to be some invisible undercurrent rolling silently, which could break the calm at any time.
He usually keeps to himself and doesn't like outsiders to get close to him. The cave where he lives is always surrounded by a barrier, so it is almost always empty and uninhabited.
At this moment, a familiar figure was standing on the huge rock beside the water.
"Senior Brother." Xie Hanyi landed beside the man and spoke softly as a greeting.
"Junior brother," Qi Yuanbai withdrew his gaze from the calm water and looked Xie Hanyi up and down. "You seem to have been leaving the cave more frequently recently. Are you feeling better?"
"It's still the same." Xie Hanyi's face was expressionless. "It's just that after being in the cave for so long, it's inevitable that I'll get bored sometimes."
"You also have times when you're bored." Qi Yuanbai's serious face flashed with surprise, and then a relieved smile appeared on his face. "Finally, you're becoming a bit more normal."
"Brother, you came here today, but do you have something to say to me?" Xie Hanyi asked.
"There is one thing indeed." Qi Yuanbai nodded. "Junior brother, you should also know that in two months, the day will be when the outer sect's Tianzi class will be selected to enter the inner sect. I think it would be better to pick the most outstanding one from among them and take him under your name as your personal disciple."
This is not the first time he has made such a suggestion.
In the past two years, as the number of disciples taught by the elders of each peak has gradually been filled, looking at the entire Tianyan Sect, there is only Xie Hanyi, and he has never had a disciple under him.
Upon hearing this, Xie Hanyi subconsciously frowned slightly, wanting to refuse directly as he did before, to show that he had no intention of accepting him as a disciple.
But when the words were on the tip of his tongue, for some reason, an image of a man bathing in water and drawing a sword suddenly flashed through his mind, and he didn't say it out loud.
Qi Yuanbai saw a hint of reassurance in his momentary hesitation and spoke more slowly, "When my father was still alive, he repeatedly told me to take good care of you. All these years have passed, and you still have no one to support you. How can I be worthy of him? Junior Brother, just consider it a token of my gratitude."
When mentioning the previous leader Qi Guiyuan who had passed away, a hint of warmth appeared on Xie Hanyi's indifferent face.
"I understand." He nodded gently, agreeing to Qi Yuanbai's proposal for the first time. "Please worry about me, Brother."
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