The leader of Wanjian Sect practices swordsmanship, so it is not surprising that Sheng'er is exposed to swordsmanship at such a young age, but... is this really Sheng'er's first time to come into contact with swordsmanship?
Luo Qingyun was surprised. Although she was not a swordsman, her eyesight was not so bad that she could not even tell whether a swordsmanship was good or bad.
When Sheng'er first practiced this sword technique, her movements were a little awkward, as if she was not used to it. However, this awkwardness soon turned into familiarity, as if she had practiced it thousands of times.
What she found most unbelievable was that during her first sword practice, Sheng'er was able to improve her movements on her own, turning a useless sword technique into something extremely brilliant.
Is it talent, or...
Luo Qingyun's mind changed for a moment, and finally she couldn't help but say, "Sheng'er."
Xiang Sheng immediately put away his sword and stopped. He turned around with his eyes bright and asked, "What's wrong, mother?"
Luo Qingyun's expression was slightly solemn: "Sheng'er, tell me the truth, is today really your first day practicing sword?"
"Of course not."
Xiang Sheng walked over and sat down next to Luo Qingyun. He wiped the sweat off his face and said with a smile, "When I'm at home, I'll also sneak out to practice swordplay. I'm really good at it!"
Luo Qingyun shook her head helplessly and sighed, "Can the sword techniques you practiced today be the same as those you practiced randomly at home?"
A glimmer of light flashed across Xiang Sheng's eyes, and he suddenly asked, "Mother also knows swordsmanship?"
Luo Qingyun was stunned for a moment, then the solemn expression on her face immediately disappeared. She smiled gently and said, "Mother is just a woman, how could she understand these things? I just asked a few more questions because I saw you were having such a good time."
"I see..."
Xiang Sheng pretended to be stunned and his mind changed slightly.
Luo Qingyun could see the peculiarity in her swordsmanship; she was indeed a cultivator. However, for some reason, she concealed her true identity, refusing to reveal a single word even in front of him.
However, since Luo Qingyun didn't say anything, she wouldn't force her, and she had plenty of ways to find out.
With this thought flashing through his mind, Xiang Sheng stopped testing him. He put away his wooden sword and said with a smile, "Mom, I'm going to the Sutra Library to read. I'll be back in the evening."
Luo Qingyun agreed repeatedly, and after watching Xiang Sheng leave, she felt relieved.
Sheng'er has been very smart since she was a child. Now that she has entered the Qi Refining Stage, her thinking is even sharper.
She pressed her palm against her chest, her expression slightly gloomy.
Sheng'er has just started her cultivation, and this girl must not know about her affairs.
…
At 5 p.m. in the evening, Xiang Sheng came to the cliff and sat down as usual. With a flash of sword energy in the wind, he "saw" Xiang Jianjue cutting down trees in the forest.
Compared to the youthful demeanor two days ago, Xiang Jianjue now looks extremely embarrassed.
His black sword suit had long been torn by the scratches of stones and branches, and his face was disheveled. I guarantee that if Lin Hai came over now, he would not recognize him at first glance.
"drink!"
He shouted at Jian Jue and threw the wood into the water. Then he jumped into the water with a splash, swam to the foundation in the middle of the pool dragging the wood, climbed up the foundation without any image and sat down, panting.
Xiang Jianjue let go of the wood and stared blankly at the half-built wooden house on the foundation. He was so tired that his eyelids were drooping.
In the eyes of mortals, a cultivator who has established his foundation is already an immortal who can travel through heaven and earth. However, the senior master forbade him to use his true energy. Even if he is really an immortal, his physical strength is limited. What's more, he has not closed his eyes for twenty hours and has been consuming a lot of physical strength.
I have never felt so tired since I joined the Wanjian Sect.
In a trance, Xiang Jianjue even felt like he was back to the time when he was standing on the street ten years ago.
The illusion of begging.
Three days, two days have passed. During these two days, he has not been able to spare any time to practice sword. He is even so tired that he can hardly remember the feeling of practicing sword.
The classics say that spiritual practice is like rowing against the current; if you don’t move forward, you will move backward.
If he fails to pass the test of his predecessors, he will suffer a great loss this time.
Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and struggled to get up, not caring about the wounds on his body that were aching slightly from the river water. He picked up the log with both hands, split it in half, and continued to build the wooden house.
Xiang Sheng was watching from above, with her eyebrows slightly raised.
This silly boy is really tenacious, but it can be seen that he is still thinking about the gains and losses of sword practice.
Thinking of this, Xiang Sheng's mind moved slightly, and the sword wind surrounding Jian Jue immediately dissipated quietly and sank to the bottom of the water.
In the water, there is a foundation that Xiang Jianjue built with stones with great difficulty. The foundation is straight up and down, and seems solid, able to support the weight of the wooden house, but in fact it cannot withstand the slightest wave.
This foundation honestly reflects the mentality of the young genius - eager for quick success.
Xiang Sheng was not surprised at all. She had expected this day to come as early as when she realized that Xiang Jianjue was just a child under sixteen years old.
She curled the corners of her lips slightly, pointed her finger at the void, and the sword intent that sank into the water immediately stirred up the river water, turning into waves and rushing towards the underwater stone foundation.
There was no need for much back and forth movement. Just a whirlpool of water hit, and the fragile stone foundation of the fulcrum was instantly broken and fell apart.
The next moment, Xiang Jianjue, who was still building a house on the water, felt his feet slip and with a "splash", he fell into the water along with the foundation.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The loose wooden house turned into pieces of wood and fell into the water one after another. Xiang Jianjue dodged several of them in a hurry. Seeing another one coming to hit him on the head, he subconsciously wanted to use his true energy.
Unexpectedly, a flash of sword light appeared in the water, and it penetrated into his meridians through his pores, instantly blocking his true energy.
Bang!
A large bump swelled up on Xiang Jianjue's forehead, and he felt dizzy and dazed. This time, he was hit so hard that he almost drowned in the water.
After struggling to swim ashore, Xiang Jianjue held his forehead and grimaced in pain. Then he looked at a piece of wood floating in the water, and he was so angry that his eyes turned red.
He stood up suddenly, looked up at the surrounding cliffs, and angrily asked: "Senior! You did it, didn't you?!"
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