After that meal, Xiang Sheng never mentioned the Incense Hall in front of Luo Qingyun again.
Time passed by bit by bit during the leisurely practice of Wanjianmen.
In the blink of an eye, a year has passed.
This year, Xiang Sheng not only steadily improved his cultivation, but also had a good time.
Although the Wanjian Sect was small, its heritage was not far behind the Five Great Sects. Within the seemingly ordinary Sutra Library, there were many sword cultivation experiences left by the ancestors.
There are thousands of kinds of people, and the swords they cultivate are also thousands of different. Every time Xiang Sheng finds a new book, he is surprised for a long time. After studying and reading it carefully, he always has new insights.
Everything recorded in the experience is one person's own feeling, some good and some bad. Xiang Sheng has the sword intent as a verification, so he can naturally eliminate the dross and retain the essence.
This process requires repeated verification and cannot be rushed. Fortunately, Xiang Sheng is not anxious and can even be said to enjoy it.
A year has passed, and she is only eleven years old. Her current cultivation, methods, and state of mind are shocking if any one of them is revealed.
Moreover, she was not oblivious to what was happening outside this year. Dongzhou was relatively stable under the management of the five major sects, and no major incidents occurred.
Before figuring out the origins of the incense hall, she didn't plan to intervene rashly to avoid getting herself into trouble.
On this day, Xiang Sheng came to the Sutra Repository again.
In the past year, Xiang Sheng came here the most frequently. The old man guarding the Sutra Library recognized her from a distance, opened the door directly, and waved his hand to let her in.
"Thank you, Elder."
Xiang Sheng thanked him sweetly and disappeared through the door under the old man's kind gaze.
Entering the pavilion, Xiang Sheng smiled faintly and walked to the first floor where sword books were stored with ease.
Even if the disciples of Wanjianmen do not have talent in swordsmanship, most of them will use sword as their main means of fighting the enemy. Therefore, this floor is often bustling with people, and today is no exception.
All the disciples were immersed in the classics quietly. Xiang Sheng did not disturb them. He walked to the previous bookshelf, took out the next original copy, glanced at it, and picked up the pen to copy it onto the jade slip.
In fact, she had explored the experience of cultivation at this level with her spiritual consciousness a year ago, but the experience was not like a travelogue, which required pondering and understanding. Even if she had a general idea of the content, she still had to read it one by one.
About a cup of tea later, another young man came up the stairs.
The young man had a cold face and walked silently towards them.
When the other disciples who were still selecting classics saw this, their faces changed slightly and they communicated with each other secretly.
"It's Xiang Jianjue!"
"Stay away from him."
"From whom did Junior Brother Jian Jue learn this sour face?"
In the eyes of his elders, Xiang Jianjue is the future hope of Wanjianmen, but he seems to be unpopular among his peers.
Unconsciously, this floor became quieter.
Xiang Jianjue seemed to have long been accustomed to such scenes. He walked to a bookshelf with a normal expression, stroked the tops of the books with his fingertips, and suddenly stopped in the empty space.
The book he wanted to read was gone.
Is someone playing a prank?
Just as this thought came to his mind, he saw a small hand stretched out in front of him and filled the gap between his fingertips.
Xiang Jianjue stared at the profile of the owner of the little hand. He recognized this girl.
It’s Luo Sheng.
The eldest senior brother said that her talent was no less than his.
He picked up the book with two fingers and flipped through it, and there was a hint of displeasure in his eyes when he looked at Xiang Sheng.
He remembered correctly that one needed to have a basic understanding of swordsmanship to barely comprehend the true meaning of this book.
A tall building rises from the ground, and the same is true for swordsmanship. No matter how great the talent is, it takes time to accumulate insights.
If I remember correctly, this Luo Sheng has only been practicing for a year and is still struggling with his mental skills. Where does he get the energy to learn sword skills?
Xiang Jianjue didn't say much, picked up the pen and concentrated on copying.
He didn't like to meddle in other people's affairs, but he just had a little more resentment towards this genius who was as famous as himself, that's all.
Xiang Jianjue didn't care. Xiang Sheng was immersed in his thoughts and didn't even notice Xiang Jianjue's presence from beginning to end.
Ding ding ding——
The bell for closing the pavilion rang outside the door, and the disciples went downstairs in an orderly manner and threw the jade slips in their hands into the furnace in front of the door to destroy them.
It was Xiang Sheng's turn to throw the jade slip into the fire and turn around to write down his name.
The sword classics contain a unique charm that helps disciples gain enlightenment, so they are all originals. Disciples come to read them every day and are required to copy and destroy them.
Although this is troublesome, it can preserve the original losses and prevent the sword manual from being leaked to others. It is a good idea.
When I came out of the Sutra Repository, it was the hour of You.
Xiang Sheng looked at the sun still hanging high in the sky. The days were long in summer, and it was still a full hour before dark. She thought for a moment, and instead of going back, she turned around and went down the mountain.
When they were in a deserted place, Xiang Sheng waved his sleeve and a sword flashed under his feet. His figure rose from the ground and landed in another undeveloped beautiful mountain in a few flashes.
Following the sense of qi, Xiang Sheng came to the place with the most abundant spiritual energy, above a deep pool of water.
Just as she was about to fall, her expression suddenly changed and she dodged and dived into a steep cliff above the pool.
After clearing a little of his vision, Xiang Sheng watched with great interest the young man practicing swordplay beside the pond at the foot of the mountain.
The sword whistled, the young man's sword posture was agile, his moves were continuous, and murderous intent was hidden.
Just like myself back then.
This scene is quite pleasing to the eye.
Xiang Sheng didn't plan to change places. He sat down on a protruding stone. A golden light flashed as he waved his sleeve, and he set up a soundproof barrier. Then he calmed down and meditated.
The young man at the foot of the mountain was unaware of what was happening above him. He was still sweating and practicing sword skills diligently. The boy's clear shouts echoed off the cliff.
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