Luo Jiujiang didn't know what his master and Mr. Gongyi had said specifically. He only saw that his master's face was frosted when he came back.
"Come here." The first thing Zhen Shuangliu did when he entered the room was to wave and call Luo Jiujiang to his side. Without saying a word, he pressed his shoulders and in the blink of an eye, he had brought him to the depths of the Qinglong Ancient Forest.
"Show me the knife you used that day again."
Although the words were illogical, Luo Jiujiang immediately knew what Zhen Shuangliu was referring to. Since his master had given the order, he didn't hesitate or hesitate. After saying, "Master, please guide me," he boldly drew his sword.
The moment he pulled out a ray of red knife light, the same thought flashed through Zhen Shuangliu's mind as Gong Yizhu's that day: it's time to get him a better knife.
This thought was quickly replaced by a sky-splitting sword intent. As the saying goes, the first time is new, the second time is familiar. With Luo Jiujiang's natural comprehension, compared to the first two times when he was a little embarrassed, although he could not handle it with ease now, his control of the sword intent was satisfactory.
The knife was in vain, there was no opponent in front of him, but Luo Jiujiang didn't need an opponent either.
Now that Zhen Shuangliu was at his side, the teachings he'd received on the Seven Islands naturally came to mind. He recalled the single-finger chop his master had made when he taught him the "Breaking Wind Pavilion." He also recalled how Zhen Shuangliu had chosen him as his first opponent. Furthermore, as if possessed by a spirit, Luo Jiujiang's vision shifted to the drop of Dao Source that Master Gongyi had shown him a few days earlier.
The finger of the Pillow Frost Flow on the Seven Islands brought about wind and thunder, but at that time he was only one step away from entering the Mahayana stage. Now Luo Jiujiang only had the foundation-building cultivation level, but when a point of white light took shape on the tip of Luo Jiujiang's knife, even though it was broad daylight, a dazzling lightning flashed across the ancient forest, and after the lightning, there was a loud thunder.
Zhen Shuangliu stared at the white light held on the tip of Luo Jiujiang's knife, feeling half proud and half bitter in his heart.
——After hundreds of years of companionship, he would not be mistaken. The power concentrated in Luo Jiujiang's sword was the embryonic form of Daoyuan.
"That's enough. Put it away. I already know." Zhen Shuangliu's figure flashed, and the next moment he appeared in front of Luo Jiujiang and grasped his wrist. "Master has something to tell you."
Luo Jiujiang nodded at first, but then a look of embarrassment suddenly appeared on his face. Zhen Shuangliu had been watching him with concern, and when he saw the change in his expression, he immediately realized: "Can't control it?"
Luo Jiujiang nodded.
As the two exchanged blows, the power on their blades built to a crescendo, ready to unleash. It wasn't that Zhen Shuangliu couldn't resist, but he simply didn't want to exert the effort. In a flash, he grasped Luo Jiujiang's wrist, increasing his strength. Luo Jiujiang deflected his blade, severing seven or eight massive trees, each thick enough for two men to hug. One, careening towards them, was shattered to dust by Zhen Shuangliu with a snap of his fingers.
Being able to condense the Dao Source was unexpected, but his lack of control was understandable. This strike was powerful enough, even exceeding the limits of Jiujiang's cultivation level, but his control was slightly lacking. Zhen Shuangliu pondered: "It's all about release, no one can hold back. I need some individual practice."
"Besides Dragon's Chant, has Han Qianling ever given you anything else?"
Luo Jiujiang thought for a moment and said, "Qian Ling and I have always given each other many gifts, but I don't have any of them with me now."
"Hmm." Zhen Shuangliu replied calmly, and it was unclear whether he was satisfied or not. "Did you figure out the whole technique of this sword move by yourself?"
His tone remained calm, but his eyes were fixed on Luo Jiujiang. Seeing Luo Jiujiang nod without hesitation, he sighed deeply, and a trace of sadness appeared in his eyes.
"I only hope that my son, though simple and unsophisticated, will rise to the rank of nobleman without any misfortune. Before you left the Seven Islands, your teacher hoped that you would excel and stand out from the crowd. But now, it seems I would rather you were a little dumber and weaker, not as smart as us, and that's fine with you."
Luo Jiujiang sensed that the atmosphere was different and asked softly, "Master?"
Zhen Shuangliu laughed self-deprecatingly: "You kids are growing up too fast. As elders, it's inevitable that we have to reflect on our own dereliction of duty. Besides, I know exactly what I'm like on a daily basis."
His tone was calm, but for some reason, there was an inexplicable bitterness between his words. Luo Jiujiang felt a pang of sadness as he listened to it, and he didn't know what Zhen Shuangliu was feeling at the moment.
"I don't know about others, but Master is the best master in the world." After a pause, Luo Jiujiang added softly, "Better than Master Gongyi."
What a charming child, Zhen Shuangliu thought, knowing that he was deliberately trying to coax you, you still went along with his wishes, and even felt good about it.
He reached out and touched Luo Jiujiang's shoulder. Compared with his peers, Luo Jiujiang was indeed taller and stronger, but he was still a slightly thin teenager.
Even with these still tender shoulders, they will have to shoulder the heavy responsibilities in the future...
Zhen Shuangliu said in a deep voice, "Jiujiang, if one day all the strength of a million pounds were placed on your shoulders, could you hold on?"
Luo Jiujiang sensed something in Zhen Shuang's overly serious tone. He replied earnestly, "Master, let alone the weight of a million-pound burden, even if the sky were to fall one day, Luo Jiujiang would not retreat a single step."
"Why?"
Luo Jiujiang smiled and said naturally, "Because Master is here, Qianling is here, and my parents and friends are all here. Everything I care about and love is in this world. How can I retreat even a single step?"
Without giving him a second to breathe, Zhen Shuangliu immediately posed the next question: "What if one day a huge hole collapses in the sky, and all living things in the world insist on using you to fill it?"
"It has to be me?"
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