Chapter 42: Come and teach my disciple.
Xie Hanyi nodded slightly at her and glanced at her fellow disciples beside her.
He heard everything that was said just now and was thinking about something.
"I will teach you today's lesson."
After he finished speaking, the disciples looked at each other in confusion at first, but soon came to their senses and showed expressions of extraordinary joy.
"Thank you, Daojun!"
"Disciples will humbly seek instruction, so as not to inflict such kindness on you, Lord Dao!"
As they spoke, they hurried onto the sword platform and lined up neatly one by one.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Mu Fuyun, who usually stood on both sides of the team most of the time, was naturally surrounded by them and stood in the middle with Zhan Yao.
Xie Hanyi looked at his disciples' words and actions expressionlessly, saying nothing. He just drew out the Qingbai Frost Sword from his waist and performed the Mingquan Sword Technique they had been practicing recently from beginning to end.
Everyone had already mastered every move and every style of this sword technique, but when they saw Xie Hanyi's sword, they suddenly felt as if they had never learned this sword technique before.
The moves are clearly the same, but the dancing postures are completely different.
Xie Hanyi's sword, just like the feeling he gives people, looks sharp at first glance, without showing any signs of power, and even has a hint of softness and nonchalance. But if you look closely at each of his sword moves, you will find that wherever the sword points, there is not the slightest deviation.
In particular, behind him was a forest. After this whole set of sword techniques, the branches and leaves in the forest trembled, making rustling sounds from time to time.
"Listen! This sound—"
"It seems... the sound of a flowing mountain spring?"
"Is this the sound a sword can make?"
"'Mingquan', could this be what it means..."
The disciples stood at the edge of the sword platform, staring at Xie Hanyi blankly without blinking.
I have to admit that the number one swordsman is indeed different from others.
Previously, several elders had demonstrated this sword technique to them. Although each had his own merits, only Xie Hanyi could truly rely on the sword intent to break through the air and make the sound of flowing mountain springs.
"The sword's purpose lies not in strength but in precision."
After putting away the sword, Xie Hanyi said the second sentence since the class started today.
This was something he had been thinking about for a few days and felt he could teach these new disciples.
However, the dozens of disciples standing nearby looked at him with wide eyes, as if waiting for him to continue.
Facing these truth-seeking young eyes, Xie Hanyi frowned, said nothing, and looked at his disciple Mu Fuyun.
She was just like usual, not looking confused like the others.
After a moment of silence, Xu Huaiyan couldn't help but break the silence and asked cautiously, "I'm a dull disciple, but may I ask, Your Excellency, why is it not strength but precision that counts?"
Others also started to have more problems.
"Isn't it good to be powerful?"
"When we cultivate immortality, isn't it the absolute strength we seek?"
"What do you mean by precision?"
Faced with so many questions, Xie Hanyi paused, still without saying a word, but drew out the Qingbai Frost Sword again, took two steps back, and swung it casually at the forest behind him.
The sword didn't even touch a single flower or leaf in the forest at a distance of three or five feet. The powerful spiritual power transformed into sword intent alone flattened a large area of the forest.
In addition to ordinary flowers and plants, there are also towering ancient trees that have grown for hundreds of years and can be hugged by several people. Normally, they cannot cut down a single tree with one sword even if they use all their strength. However, Xie Hanyi cut down a large area with just a light wave of his sword.
"Wow, that's amazing!"
"It's worthy of being the best sword in the world!"
The disciples were stunned and amazed. Only Xiao Yan, the mischievous monkey, lamented the bare forest and said, "It will take hundreds of years for these trees to grow again."
Xu Lian laughed at his short-sightedness: "They are all dead things. If they are gone, they are gone. Besides, they can grow again."
Xie Hanyi glanced at Xiao Yan and said slowly, "You're right. All plants and trees have spirits. Those who practice cultivation should stick to the Dao. I only wanted to cut off one of the plants, but this swing of the sword affected a large area."
"So, if you have absolutely powerful strength and don't control it well, it might lead to unnecessary waste?"
“It will also hurt innocent people.”
“Sometimes, you might even hurt yourself.”
Hearing his disciples' words, Xie Hanyi nodded slightly, thought for a moment, and added, "If one cannot control and concentrate one's strength, and has no rules or methods, then even if one is powerful, one is likely to fall into a passive position. But if one learns to control and concentrate one's strength, even if one is not powerful enough, one can still achieve what a strong person can do."
In reality, most cultivators spent their entire lives pursuing absolute strength, forgetting to exercise restraint. It was only when someone like him, reaching a high state and being so close to becoming an immortal, that a different perception arose.
After hearing this, the disciples nodded thoughtfully. While pondering his words, they recalled whether they had ever been able to control their energy freely in the past few years of practice.
Xie Hanyi did not retract the sword in his hand, but waved it again in front of them.
Unlike the fierceness just now, this time, it was as easy as lifting a heavy weight. The powerful sword intent turned into a tiny streak, passing over a patch of lush green grass and cutting down only one of them intactly.
The emerald green grass leaves flew into the air and then fluttered down, leaving everyone stunned again.
Even Mu Fuyun inexplicably felt a sense of special pride.
Previously, when other disciples saw their master coming to teach, they would appear extremely excited, even a little elated.
At that time, she really couldn't understand their thoughts. In her opinion, the most important thing in class was to understand the key points of the elders' teachings and make progress every day. There was no need to worry about anything else.
Among all the students in the class, Zhan Yao is probably the only one who has similar ideas to her.
However, today, seeing Xie Hanyi being admired and respected by other disciples, she suddenly felt that she was many years younger and had become an ignorant child, showing off her master to everyone.
It seems that being a little childish occasionally is not a bad thing.
"This is too difficult..." someone murmured, "Such precision, I'm afraid we'll never be able to achieve it in this lifetime."
"yes."
For the disciples, Xie Hanyi's realm and strength were too far away, so far away that even such a small thing he could do seemed as difficult as climbing to the sky to them.
Hongying thought for a moment and then asked for everyone: "Daoist Lord, why are the disciples' cultivation so low? Can they really do this?"
Xie Hanyi did not answer, but looked at Mu Fuyun: "Disciple, come here."
Mu Fuyun was stunned. He didn't expect that he would suddenly call his name. He quickly walked out under everyone's gaze and stood beside him.
She knew what to do without being reminded. She drew her sword without saying a word, weighed it in her hand for a moment, and then assessed the green grass under the sword platform. She took a deep breath and swung her sword, imitating Xie Hanyi's movements.
She is only at the Foundation Establishment stage, and her strength is as insignificant as floating duckweed and willow catkins in front of Xie Hanyi, who is like a mountain. However, when it comes to the control of spiritual power, she is definitely not much inferior.
This sword move was not as easy as Xie Hanyi's, and it took her a lot of energy. However, it was accurate and cut off another grass less than half a meter away from the one Xie Hanyi had just cut.
Once again, everyone was stunned.
"Everyone has seen it, but do you still have any questions?" Xie Hanyi looked around at everyone expressionlessly.
Who would dare to say anything this time? What they thought they couldn't do, someone around them could do it.
"Junior Sister Mu...you are worthy of being Daojun's direct disciple!"
"So, it turns out that even those in the Foundation Establishment Stage can control spiritual power so well?"
"No wonder he was able to learn to control the sword in the Qi Refining Stage. There's a reason for that..."
Amidst the discussions, Zhan Yao was the first to draw his sword. Without waiting for others to react, he walked to the edge of the forest alone, brandishing the Mingquan Sword, trying to adjust the spiritual power in the sword tip.
Seeing this, the others quickly dispersed and found different places to practice.
Taking advantage of the noisy surroundings, Mu Fuyun did not return to practice immediately. Instead, he quietly looked at Xie Hanyi and asked in a low voice: "Master, how can you be so sure that your disciple can do it?"
Xie Hanyi glanced at her sideways, and a gentle smile slowly appeared on his expressionless face: "Ever since you were in the Qi Refining Stage, you have been learning to fly a sword. I have known that you are capable of it."
In fact, he couldn't say for sure, but he had a feeling that she and he were of the same kind.
Although her realm is low, she seems to have realized the key to cultivation that many powerful cultivators have not been able to realize.
Mu Fuyun straightened his back unconsciously, feeling the joy of having made his master proud. He smiled, clasped his fists and bowed, then went downstairs to practice swordplay with the disciples.
Xie Hanyi had to go back to the cave to meditate, so he didn't stay in Fu Ri Peak for too long. He just pointed out the shortcomings of each disciple and then returned to Lingshanze early.
During the remaining time, everyone practiced more diligently than ever before, and several disciples took the initiative to find Mu Fuyun to learn from her how to control their spiritual power.
Mu Fuyun was not a narrow-minded and stingy person. Seeing that there was still plenty of time, he thought about it and briefly shared some of his insights with them.
At the beginning, only three or five disciples including Xu Huaiyan and Yu Cen were listening, but soon, the remaining ten or so disciples could not help but come over and listen together.
Later, more senior brothers and sisters came over, and as there were more people, there were even discussions going on.
Mu Fuyun's insights were mostly focused on the path of cultivation, but when it came to the way of the sword, she was still no match for other people's experience. This discussion gave her a lot of new insights.
It was not until then that she felt for the first time the feeling of practicing with her classmates in the sect.
This is the kind of discussion and communication that should exist between classmates.
Before leaving, Zhan Yao stayed behind and called out to Mu Fuyun.
"Go to the Mission Hall in five days to receive your mission," she said, her arms folded over her chest, still showing an uncompromising attitude. "Mu Fuyun, I hope you can do better and stop picking the easy ones."
Mu Fuyun didn't expect that she asked him to stay seriously just to say this. It was a little funny for a moment, but soon he felt it was expected.
This is Zhan Yao. I can’t stand seeing her not striving for progress.
Somehow, she suddenly remembered the plot in the original book.
The book did not mention that Lingshan Daojun accepted a disciple, so she naturally did not enter the inner sect. Zhan Yao was the first in the assessment and performed very well in this sect mission.
These are all expected and are not explained in detail in the original book.
There is only one thing that makes people confused -
In the upcoming mission, Zhan Yao meets the Demon Lord Cang Yan by chance. Out of jealousy of the ambiguity between Zhan Yao and Chu Ye, he reveals her presence in Tian Yan to Cang Yan, which leads to her being kidnapped.
Is the truth really that simple?
Mu Fuyun looked at Zhan Yao's back as she left, lost in thought.
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