An hour later, it was getting dark.
Xiang Sheng, who was sitting cross-legged on the cliff without moving, had her eyelashes trembled and her eyes suddenly opened.
A gleam of light flashed in her eyes, and she stood up and was about to leave, but when she lowered her eyes, she saw the figure still by the pool at the foot of the mountain.
Xiang Jianjue's sword movements were much slower than an hour ago, and there were many mistakes, but Xiang Sheng still found it somewhat familiar.
Suddenly, Xiang Jianjue shook his wrist with force, and the magic sword in his hand flew out for a distance and fell to the ground staggeringly.
Failed again.
Xiang Jianjue's face showed extremely obvious disappointment. He didn't pick up the magic sword. He sat down and stared at the pool in silence.
No shadow?
Xiang Sheng saw this and was surprised. Combining it with the weird sword moves she had learned in the previous few moves, she could easily recognize that this was the first move of "Flying Sword Art", Shadowless.
Where had Xiang Jianjue seen her attack moves?
She had taken a quick glance at him before and saw that this boy had already reached the peak of the swordsmanship realm at such a young age. He was indeed a good material for sword training.
However, not to mention the internal training of mental skills and spirit, even if one only learns the shadowless form, one must at least reach the mastery level of swordsmanship.
Xiang Sheng raised his eyebrows slightly. He was undoubtedly wasting time and delaying his own cultivation. Did the people in Wanjianmen know about this?
He probably doesn't know, otherwise this kid wouldn't be hiding here alone to practice sword.
Watching the young man slowly pick up the sword and begin to repeat the move, she averted her eyes and turned away.
In the following days, Xiang Sheng still came back here to meditate and practice, and his figure could be seen by the pond every time.
Xiang Jianjue practiced sword skills very hard, but there was always a sense of impatience in his sword energy that could not be shaken off.
The bottleneck of the coarse proficiency realm has increased with time, and instead of being broken, it has shown signs of becoming more stable.
Xiang Jianjue practiced the Shadowless technique again. He used the spiritual sword mixed with the true energy to attack, but the sword could only fly three meters before falling down helplessly.
Staring blankly at the spirit sword lying quietly by the river, Xiang Jianjue was dejected, completely losing his usual coldness and arrogance.
Everyone said that he was the number one swordsman of the younger generation in the Dongzhou cultivation world and the future hope of the Wanjian Sect, but why... he encountered an unprecedented bottleneck when he only reached the Rough Proficiency Realm in the Sword Realm?
In fact, he couldn't even learn the man's moves.
He knew that something must have gone wrong in his training, but in the entire Wanjian Sect, apart from him, there was no other serious sword practitioner. He had no one to ask except to read the classics.
The eldest senior brother once asked him who he most wanted to be his disciple, but he didn't respond. It wasn't that he was too picky, but after seeing the image of that monstrous senior in Siji City, all he could see was the astonishment of that sword that killed a Jindan cultivator.
The eldest brother said that the seniors at that time were about the same age as him, and they could kill Jindan cultivators as easily as killing dogs! But now, he can only compete with those in the middle stage of foundation building at best, which is far behind.
Xiang Jianjue took a deep breath, stood up, picked up the spirit sword, and started practicing again with some hesitation.
Xiang Sheng stood on a high place and watched indifferently. She could see the distress in the young man's sword, but she was not prepared to do anything.
Cultivation has always been a personal matter, and sword cultivation is even more so. If you can't even overcome this small hurdle, no matter how high your talent is, it will be useless.
Another evening, Xiang Sheng came to the cliff and habitually lowered his eyes to look at the pond, but he did not see the figure of the young man who practiced sword in the past.
Did he go down the mountain or move to another place?
She didn't care and concentrated on practicing until it was getting dark, then she got up and went home.
When they reached the halfway point of Yunlong Peak, Xiang Sheng suddenly saw a lot of children gathered in front of a small temple not far away, talking in low voices.
"Xiang Jianjue, I've been annoyed with him for a long time."
"He's always so arrogant that he looks down on everyone. Now that he's secretly learning something and it goes wrong, the people in the sect will definitely not let him off easily."
"Don't say that. Senior Brother Jian Jue has a cold temper, but he's a good person. I've never seen him bully anyone. It's always someone who provokes him."
“…”
Xiang Sheng listened, his heart moved slightly, and he turned and walked over. At the same time, a wisp of spiritual consciousness wrapped in restrictions floated out and drilled into the small hall through the gap.
Soon, the situation inside the hall was transmitted through spiritual consciousness.
This small hall is usually used by disciples to reflect on their mistakes, but today there are only two people inside.
Lin Hai frowned as he finished reading Xiang Jianjue's notes, his face showing a hint of anger: "Jianjue, what on earth are you thinking?
I know you have always admired Xiang Sheng and even named yourself after her last name, but look at what you have been doing?
Just based on a video from back then, you want to recreate Xiang Sheng's killer move? This is simply unreasonable!"
"I don't."
Xiang Jianjue knelt on the ground, his tone stubborn and low: "I never thought of recreating Senior Xiang Sheng's move. I just wanted to understand the true meaning of sword intent from it."
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