If the little angel sees anti-theft, it means the purchase rate is less than 70%~
Putting down all these excellent sword techniques in front of someone who is practicing swordsmanship is like deliberately dangling a pot of extremely fragrant and mellow wine under the nose of a drunkard. It would be strange if Luo Jiujiang could resist it.
This was why he was now bending his waist and rubbing his body, raising his sword with one hand, waving his sleeve like a sword with the other arm, using a move "Hundred Flowers Returning Swallows" to block a puppet using Emei Water Thorn on the right, and pushing away another spear on the left.
At this point, five or six puppets lay sprawled across the field, each holding a variety of weapons. Without waiting for Luo Jiujiang to knock the last puppet down, Luo Cang released a drop of liquor to immobilize it, concluding the practice session.
"'Pear Blossom Drizzle,' 'Raging Slash of the Enemy,' 'Wei Sheng Embracing the Pillar,'..." Luo Cang narrowed his eyes and recited the names of over twenty moves in the order Luo Jiujiang had just used them. "From what I've seen, you've forced yourself to swallow at least eight sword manuals these past few days."
Luo Jiujiang first returned the sword to its sheath, then raised his hand to touch the tip of his nose: "Actually, I've probably flipped through ten or so copies of that sword manual..."
Luo Cang raised an eyebrow in disapproval: "How much time do you spend on this every night? How can you sustain your energy in the long run?" And from what he had just seen, the sword manuals that Luo Jiujiang read had a variety of styles, some were gentle and some were extremely domineering, and they were not developing in the same direction at all.
"It didn't take that long, actually." Luo Jiujiang stole a glance at Luo Cang's expression. "These sword manuals are thin. I memorized them after reading them once, and I almost mastered them after practicing them once. I can't claim to be proficient at them, but I can still describe some of the Xingyi techniques."
Luo Cang: “…”
Even though he had anticipated his disciple's qualifications, such talent was still too astonishing.
The martial arts of the world are generally divided into four levels: Heaven, Earth, Mysterious, and Yellow, each of which is further divided into nine grades. He possessed martial arts of the Heaven and Earth level, but the spiritual power and murderous aura contained within them were too great for a teenager to withstand such a mental shock.
Luo Cang hadn't kept a single copy of a Yellow-grade technique—he considered it cheap. Consequently, most of the sword manuals Luo Cang had given Luo Jiujiang were at the eighth or ninth level of the Profound Grade, two or three of which would have been sufficient for a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Yet, they had been devoured whole by Luo Jiujiang, a mere Qi Refining cultivator.
Not only did he devour over a dozen sword manuals in one gulp, he devoured over ten different styles. If an ordinary Qi-refining cultivator dared to learn Xuan-level techniques like him, five or six, rather than a dozen, would be enough to drive them mad.
This kid is so bold and reckless!
However, judging from his performance just now, he seemed to be chewing quite comfortably and did not have any indigestion at all.
It seems that Luo Jiujiang has not yet reached his limit, and daily training can still give him some strength. Luo Cang lowered his eyelids and thought: This brat is too bold. He has done such a thing in just a few days. If he makes a mistake in the future, I am afraid he will poke a hole in the sky.
Luo Cang was about to signal Luo Jiujiang to return to his original position when he recalled the quantifier Luo Jiujiang had just used. Knowing this idiot disciple from these days, Luo Cang asked just in case, "By the way, how many are 'about ten'?" Eleven? Twelve?
Luo Jiujiang: “…”
He smiled sweetly at Luo Cang.
Luo Cang was already quite familiar with this kind of "subtle silence." Whenever Luo Jiujiang smiled like that, something must have happened. Luo Cang tapped his index finger on the wheelchair handle two or three times in frustration, repeatedly asking, "How many books are in 'about ten'?" Fourteen? Fifteen?
"Nineteen and four books." Luo Jiujiang reported the number helplessly.
Luo Cang: “…” This counting method is also very unique.
Screw those ten or so books! This guy read a full twenty-three!
From the day Luo Cang gave Luo Jiujiang those books until now, it has only been half a month. His daily training is still raising Luo Jiujiang's limit day by day, and after returning home, he still has the energy to happily read all kinds of sword manuals!
If Luo Jiujiang's comprehension was not good enough, and he was confused by several opposite methods, or he remembered the process wrongly, causing this kid to go astray while practicing the sword, he wouldn't be able to smile and come up with a counting method now, and his body would be cold!
Why bother adding a little bit of pressure to him? I should just train him like crazy! As long as I can't kill him, I will train him to death! Luo Cang immediately made up his mind.
Seeing that Luo Jiujiang was still ignorant of his tragic future fate and had the leisure to do some small tricks below, kicking several stones in a row to form a circle, Luo Cang couldn't help but snort and chuckle, but his eyes softened silently.
How can any teacher in the world not love such a talented and beautiful person when they see him?
But the more unpolished a jade is, the more meticulously it needs to be carved. The more exceptional Luo Jiujiang's temperament and talent are, the more Luo Cang worries about his premature death. Nine out of ten young people are overconfident and reckless. If Luo Jiujiang were to go out like one of those young prodigies, he'd probably end up with a bloody head before realizing his limits.
However, there are too many variables in this "bloody head" and it is too difficult to grasp the measurement.
Cultivating immortality is inherently a journey that defies heaven. Along the way, there are countless instances of provoking quarrels and making enemies, silencing witnesses, exterminating families to steal treasures, and envy of talented individuals. Many talents weigh less than two taels, yet their bones weigh dozens of pounds. If all the corpses of geniuses Luo Cang had seen over the years were packed into a car and laid out, it would easily circle Daimao Island several times.
Regardless of whether one is a genius or a mediocre person, the most important thing to avoid is complacency and conceit, and not being able to understand the importance of things and oneself.
In the past, he could look at as many corpses as he wanted, and it had nothing to do with him. But if his disciple could become one of them... that would be unacceptable.
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