The spiritual sword turned into a rainbow and flashed in the air. It chased Jian Jue for a while, but couldn't even touch the tail of the hilt.
The sword light was as continuous as a dragon. Xiang Jianjue looked up at it and his eyes gradually widened.
Wow——
The sword light swept up the forest wind, the sound of the wind blew back, sand and rocks flew, and it gradually became more and more intense. After a few breaths, the spirit sword suddenly stopped in the air, and then a dazzling light burst out, and it shot out like an arrow from a bow, and disappeared from Xiang Jianjue's sight in an instant.
Xiang Jianjue immediately chased in the direction where the spirit sword flew away. Not long after, he saw that his spirit sword was stuck in the stone wall, with the hilt buried.
"Shadowless?!"
He muttered to himself, his eyes filled with uncontrollable excitement. He quickly ran to the magic sword and immediately discovered that there was a jade slip embedded in the stone wall next to the hilt, as if quietly waiting for his arrival.
His heartbeat quickened slightly. He reached out and took down the jade slip. His spiritual consciousness swept over it, and three or two lines of simple words immediately appeared in his sea of consciousness. The first sentence made his heart tremble slightly, and the second sentence made him ecstatic.
"This is not Shadowless, it's just a simple flying sword."
"If you want to practice swordsmanship, come back here tomorrow at twilight hour."
Xiang Jianjue suddenly raised his head and looked at the cliffs around him, and shouted loudly: "Master, senior?"
The forest was empty and silent, and no one responded.
Xiang Jianjue clenched the jade slip tightly, lowered his head and looked at it again and again. After the initial excitement passed, he became more sober and his thoughts started to turn immediately.
This person took away his spiritual sword without even showing his face, and used the flying sword from a distance. He must be a sword cultivator!
There is actually a sword-cultivating senior who lives in seclusion in this forest. He practices sword here every day. The senior must have been secretly observing him for a long time, and couldn't stand it, so he wanted to give him some guidance.
However, the eldest brother often said that people are evil, and this person's purpose is unclear. It is also possible that he is jealous of his good talent and deliberately uses tricks to harm him.
Should I tell my seniors in the sect about this?
Xiang Jianjue hesitated for a moment, but finally decided not to tell him. If this person was really a swordsman who liked to practice in silence, and the elders of the sect rashly showed up to disturb him, causing him to leave, wouldn't he have no place to cry?
After struggling for a moment, Xiang Jianjue thought of something else and frowned even more tightly.
He had read in the sect's classics that such a free and easy-going senior hated dealing with the sect the most. Would he want him to give up his status as a disciple of the Wanjian Sect as a condition for teaching him sword skills?
Refusal is a small matter, but if this person is angered, will it bring disaster to the sect?
Xiang Jianjue was so worried that he lost all his energy even in practicing swordplay. However, Xiang Sheng didn't take it to heart at all and continued to study and practice as if nothing had happened.
At 5 p.m. the next evening, Xiang Jianjue came to the stone wall with dark circles under his eyes.
He looked around and didn't see the figure of the senior he had imagined, so he simply knelt down. The young man's clear voice echoed as he dodged.
"Senior, please listen to what I have to say.
My parents died when I was young, and I almost starved to death on the street while begging. It was my senior brother who introduced me to Buddhism and taught me how to practice.
I have sworn a vow that I will never betray the Wanjian Sect in this lifetime, so as to preserve my Daoist heart. If you are concerned about the sect's status, please forgive me for daring to refuse."
After Xiang Jianjue finished speaking, he looked around and could only hear the sound of the wind blowing through the trees.
He hesitated for a moment, then continued, "If Senior doesn't mind my identity, I don't want to deceive you, but I have something to say in advance. Although I haven't become a disciple in the sect, I have always regarded someone as my master. Since you know Wuying, you must know this person's identity."
After he finished speaking with his last breath, Xiang Jianjue's forehead was slightly sweaty, but his body was slightly relaxed. He looked up at the bare cliffs around him and smiled bitterly in his heart.
If he didn't say these words, he would feel uneasy.
He was speaking freely now, but the senior must have left. Who would accept a disciple with a different mind and body? Even if it were him, he would despise him.
Thinking of this, Xiang Jianjue suddenly saw a gust of wind carrying the jade slip slowly floating in front of him and hovering motionlessly.
He was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up and he took the jade slip and the spirit stone and glanced at it.
"When did I ever say I would accept you as my disciple? I just like you and want to teach you a few moves."
"You're young, but you talk a lot of nonsense. If you're not willing to learn, forget it."
Xiang Jianjue put down the jade slip immediately after reading it and hurriedly shouted, "Senior, I am willing to learn. Please teach me!"
After saying this, Xiang Jianjue kowtowed three times, each time with a loud bang. Xiang Sheng saw the longing in the boy's eyes and was also somewhat moved.
After kowtowed three times, Xiang Jianjue looked up again. He didn't know when a line of words appeared out of thin air in front of him, surrounded by golden lines, which looked very beautiful.
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