Chapter 112 Three Things "What's there to smell? You wouldn't even do anything bad."...
Lin Feiran practiced swordplay all night.
This is not an exaggeration, but a fact.
She rose to the occasion because her disciple had regained his lost sword, and she missed it dearly and wanted to give back, which is why she danced with the sword.
The first time she sheathed her sword, she felt a surge of excitement and exhilaration.
At that moment, Ru Xian was leaning against the windowsill, looking down with great interest on her face. Her emerald eyes were tinged with a hint of ink, like a still sea under the moon.
He propped himself up with his hands behind his back, crossed his legs, and spoke in a slightly raised tone.
"One more time, I want to see it again."
Lin Feiran paused, and couldn't help but look up, only to meet a pair of eyes that stared straight at her without blinking.
Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but then she thought that she hadn't fully enjoyed dancing with the sword for him, so it wouldn't hurt to continue dancing for a while.
She nodded: "Okay."
Lin Feiran drew his sword again, but this time he changed his swordsmanship, practicing the more ethereal Cloud Mountain Sword.
Her body moved like a gentle breeze, her steps like drifting catkins, light and agile beyond compare.
As Xue raised her eyebrows, her eyes were full of satisfaction.
Halfway through the practice, two illusory figures suddenly appeared beside him. One of them was his grandmaster, who had not appeared for several days. The other was dressed in a robe and shoes, with his hair piled high, but his face was blurred.
She also held a long sword in her hand, its gentleness possessing a resilience like that of bamboo.
The grandmaster turned to look at the windowsill, then back at her. He seemed to understand something, but then spoke to her.
"You are still young, you will have other choices in the future, don't put all your eggs in one basket."
Lin Feiran's sword suddenly lost its grip, causing him to stumble. His disciple's sword pierced into a ginkgo tree, causing yellow leaves to flutter down and cover his shoulders.
Ru Xian couldn't help but tease, "Little hero, how did you slip?"
Upon hearing this, the grandmaster looked at her with curiosity in his eyes and asked, "Why did he call you Little Hero? Do you have some unknown heroic deeds?"
Their words went in one ear and out the other, leaving Lin Feiran no way to defend herself. She felt even more embarrassed, and her face turned red from her neck to the tips of her ears.
She glanced at the windowsill and quickly said, "Slippery foot is slippery foot!"
She spun into the courtyard, ignoring the laughter that rang out like hailstones, and wielded her sword even faster, not wanting the two men to say another word to her.
"It turns out I misjudged you; you didn't mean it that way."
The grandmaster clicked his tongue and shook his head, then pointed to another illusory figure.
"This is the swordswoman who created the Cloud Mountain Sword Technique. She also left a wisp of her image in the Iron Khitan Book. Why not practice with her?"
She immediately glanced to the side, and the illusory figure suddenly moved.
A shawl draped over her arms and a long skirt trailing on the ground did not hinder her movement. With each step, she seemed to be shrouded in mist and clouds, appearing almost ethereal.
Lin Feiran suddenly understood.
Compared to this swordsman, her sword was three points faster, but she lost that skillful touch, and while the form was similar, the essence was lacking.
With a thought, she stepped forward with her sword and joined the senior in a sword fight. After about ten moves, her movements were completely different from before.
Although Ru Xian did not use a sword, he could see the difference between her movements and techniques.
It was like a sudden enlightenment, which was rather strange.
His gaze finally shifted from Lin Feiran to his surroundings, but he didn't find anything. It seemed to be something he couldn't see.
Even though he is currently weakened by the surge of spiritual energy, he is still a cultivator at the Divine Travel Realm.
Even he could not see the Holy Spirit.
But who is accompanying her? Is it a man or a woman? Is it old or young?
Ru Xian was already making plans in her mind, but when she saw Lin Feiran's serious expression, she couldn't help but feel that she was overthinking things.
Right now, she only has the matter of uncovering the truth about her mother's death in her mind, and she can't care about anything else.
While pondering, he looked down again. In this beautiful scene of flowers under the moon and people dancing with swords, someone stood in the way, and he couldn't help but feel a little displeased.
Meanwhile, Lin Feiran had just mastered the Cloud Mountain Sword technique and felt extremely comfortable practicing it. He immediately ran to the window and asked, "Master, how did I do just now?"
Her eyes were bright, her face was beaming, and her forehead was damp with a thin layer of sweat. She stared straight at me, and all the pent-up frustration in my heart instantly vanished.
When he realized it, he laughed at himself, finding it quite absurd.
The person under the window was still waiting for his answer, so he could only say, "You've practiced very well."
This wasn't just a perfunctory response.
Seeing Lin Feiran sheath his sword again with a relieved expression, he opened his mouth again.
"I want to watch more."
Lin Feiran's smile froze on her lips as she looked up again: "Really?"
Ru Xian nodded, then crossed her arms and leaned against the window frame: "Of course it's true."
Lin Feiran let out a soft breath, drew his disciple's sword again, and nodded: "Alright."
The third sword technique was unleashed, leaving the grandmaster speechless with amazement. He then immediately summoned another figure to train with her.
Lin Feiran usually spends two hours practicing swordsmanship, which is not too strenuous for her. However, practicing swordsmanship is different from learning swordsmanship, which obviously requires more energy.
Amidst the constant shouts of "I want to see more" and the clapping of her master, she practiced for most of the night, only stopping when dawn was breaking.
A cultivator's physique is different from that of an ordinary person. Without using spiritual power, practicing swordsmanship for a whole night is not a big problem, but one will appear somewhat listless.
But Lin Feiran is different.
Whenever he heard Ru Xian say "I want to watch more," it was as if he had taken some kind of magic pill, and a surge of energy would well up in his heart. He would then perform one sword technique after another, which he found extremely interesting.
Therefore, she was in high spirits at this time, but lacked physical strength.
As the sun rose, she finally sheathed her sword, ignoring her master's shocked gaze, and walked to the window, looking up and saying.
"My Lord, the strange markings on your face have faded."
As if a hail of snowflakes had swept across the back of his hand, he corrected, "It's only temporarily subsiding."
"You should also experience the fatigue of practicing swordsmanship all night!"
After speaking, she darted to the door, slung her umbrella and sword over her shoulder, and ran away as fast as she could, not daring to look back even once.
Ru Xian looked down and saw that the leg ring had tightened, creating a dent.
When she looked up again, her figure had already disappeared into the palace.
He couldn't help but chuckle, raising his eyebrows as he spoke.
"What's there to smell? You don't even know how to do bad things."
...
Lin Feiran fled back to her residence, washed up briefly, and took a short nap, only waking up leisurely around noon.
After regaining her senses, the first thing she did was take out the Iron Khitan Book from her storage bag and flip through it one by one. The swordsmen and cultivators depicted on the pages immediately came to life before her eyes.
Some gazed ahead, while others brandished their swords and danced, their expressions varied, but all exuded a righteous spirit, unlike the man on the last page who lay lazily, holding a fishing rod in his hand, completely disregarding the faint ink on his body.
He glanced back at Lin Feiran, a kind and gentle smile typical of an elder, and nodded slightly to her, though his actions were anything but formal.
Lin Feiran sighed softly, then took out an inkstone from her mustard seed bag. It was the very inkstone that Shen Qi had dug out of the valley and given to her.
"Grandmaster, I see that your ink has faded considerably. Does this mean that your divine spirit has become even lighter? Can this ink be used to restore it?"
The master, depicted in fine brushstrokes, sits up, his fishing rod swaying slightly, as if he has caught a cuttlefish.
He looked down at himself and smiled wryly.
He stood up and lifted the fishing hook: "Let's replenish the fish in this pond. There's only this one around, and I can't bear to fish for it anymore. Also, let's add some more bait to this basket."
Where did this burying fairy come from?
Lin Feiran sighed, ground ink, and dipped his brush: "Grandmaster, drawing fish is no problem, but can this ink really heal your spirit?"
Without saying a word, Lin Feiran pricked her fingertip and dripped a few drops inside: "Is that enough?"
The grandmaster paused, then said, "That's enough."
Lin Feiran dipped his brush in ink and slowly traced his master's figure with the tip of the brush, making the originally light lines thicker.
She said, "My master once said that to open the Iron Khitan Book, we must first find something. As for what it is, he will tell me after the Pilgrimage Valley matter is over. Now is the time."
The Iron Khitan Book is a stone book that can be opened, but only the figures of sword cultivators are visible on it.
But her master had told her that the stone book originally had words on it.
As for how to activate it, three things must first be found: first, the essence and blood of a person with abundant fortune; second, a piece of marrow from a stone that is extremely rare, appearing only once every hundred years; and third, a fire without roots. Searching for any of these will be no easy task.
Lin Feiran paused in her painting of his clothes, and said, "I do have a piece of marrow from the stone."
She drew her disciple's sword and placed it on the table. Her master turned to look at it and was stunned. It was indeed a piece of marrow from a stone, but it was used to repair the sword, so its original appearance could not be seen.
The grandmaster couldn't help but shake his head and laugh: "It's fate, truly fate. Once you've collected all three, I'll tell you how to use them."
It seems like another uncertain matter.
Lin Feiran sighed inwardly. After repairing her master's body, she drew a pond with several small fish on the last page and added some bait.
With a smile on his face, the grandmaster sat down by the pond and started fishing.
Lin Feiran put down her pen, pursed her lips slightly, and took out three brocade pouches from her mustard seed bag.
The answer she had given her regarding her mother's matter was among those questions.
She picked up one of the pouches and was about to untie it when she heard a faint sound outside the window. She immediately put the pouch away, got up and opened the window. Just as she leaned out to look, she saw three messenger birds fly straight in and land on the table.
As if by prior arrangement, their voices rang out simultaneously.
"Junior sister, have you returned to the demon realm? I haven't congratulated you on obtaining the spirit sword yet. The mustard seed bag that went with the messenger bird can be considered a congratulatory gift. Why don't you open it and take a look?"
"Wenran, I have returned to the Imperial Academy. While searching in the library just now, I happened to find a sword manual. I read it carefully, but there are some parts I don't understand. I am writing this letter to inquire and look forward to your reply. I respectfully request your reply."
The third messenger bird was a bit different. No one spoke, but there were faint breathing sounds. It wasn't that there was no sound; it was just a long period of silence.
Lin Feiran picked up three messenger birds, took out a mustard seed bag from behind, and retrieved a sword manual. While he looked puzzled, his grandmaster shook his head and chuckled.
"I was overthinking it. Young man, it's not a bad thing to see and choose more options."
Lin Feiran: "..."
Author's Note: Monday was a busy day, so only one short chapter will be posted.
P.S.: I, Jin, swear I will achieve perfect attendance this month. If I don't, I'll hold a giveaway for everyone...
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