The flower blooms at both ends, each showing its own beauty.
Xiang Sheng naturally didn't know that the culprit who poisoned Si Wuli was not executed until ten years later. She lived in seclusion in Wanjianmen and devoted herself to cultivation, spending a rare period of peace and tranquility since she traveled through time.
Seven days later, on a piece of stone ground in the middle of the pool on the cliff, Xiang Jianjue smeared the last handful of wet mud on his dusty face, embedded a wooden board, and then tied it tightly with a finger-thick straw rope.
He let go of his hands and sat down on the ground, looking at the square and flat wooden house in front of him. He was so tired that he could hardly open his eyes, but a sense of accomplishment arose in his heart.
He did it!
He really built a house that met the requirements of the senior master within seven days.
"senior!"
He didn't know where he got the strength from, but he stood up and shouted, "I have fulfilled the agreement. Please review it, senior."
Ever since he discovered yesterday that Xiang Jianjue was about to finish his work, Xiang Sheng came to guard it early in the morning. When he heard the young man's voice at this moment, he couldn't help but smile slightly. He flicked his finger and a wisp of sword wind shot out, which carried a trace of the Four Extremes Ban and floated down the cliff.
The next moment, golden words appeared in front of Xiang Jianjue.
"Practice swordplay!"
Xiang Jianjue's pupils shrank, and he was overjoyed. He immediately took out the magic sword from the storage ring.
He was about to start after acquiring the spirit sword, but he paused and asked blankly, "Senior, what are you practicing?"
"Practice from the heart."
"If you dare hesitate even a little bit when drawing your sword in the future, don't tell me that I have done that to you. I cannot afford to lose this person."
Xiang Jianjue glanced at the golden characters, gritted his teeth, and before he could sort out his thoughts, his body moved first.
Swish!
The sword broke through the air. This sword technique was the introductory sword technique he had just learned when he was young. He was most familiar with it and used it subconsciously.
Having not practiced sword for ten days, Xiang Jianjue was a little unfamiliar with it at first, but it didn't take long before he could wield the sword smoothly and more and more fluently, and soon he surpassed his original level.
Xiang Jianjue felt extremely happy at this moment. He couldn't help but let out a long roar, and the sword in his hand changed again.
If it was like a gentle breeze before, his swordsmanship at this moment was like a violent storm, fierce and continuous.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The sword wind blew violently, causing sand and rocks to fly, and even the water in the pond was shaking slightly. The water droplets danced across the river as the spirit sword danced.
If Xiang Jianjue was awake at this moment, he would definitely find that this was a strange phenomenon that he had never experienced before when practicing sword.
Xiang Sheng stood on the cliff with his hands behind his back, watching with great interest.
The sword madman back then taught her how to maintain a sword, but he only talked about it without practicing. With just a few words, he was able to bring her into enlightenment, a realm that she could not yet reach.
Today was her first time watching a swordsman practice swordplay, and it was quite interesting.
This diligent sword practice did not last for more than a cup of tea, and Xiang Sheng discovered that Xiang Jianjue's sword had slowed down.
Amidst his heavy breathing, the sword's power was rapidly weakening and gradually failing.
If this continues, I'm afraid I'll miss the perfect opportunity to break through to the sword realm.
Yes, after ten days of hard work without a good rest, it is not easy to hold on until now.
Anyway, his impatience has been worn away almost completely, and it's time for him to have a good sleep before practicing sword.
But then again, this was her first time guiding the younger generation, so some omissions were understandable.
Thinking of this, Xiang Sheng shook his head slightly.
"Never mind, just consider it as compensation."
Suddenly, a young woman's cold voice rang in his ears, and Xiang Jianjue was shocked. His movements paused at first, and then he heard a sword hum, and the magic sword in his hand moved involuntarily.
The sword force became more isolated, and it domineeringly led its own sword power to gather in its heart, suddenly rushing towards the unknown.
puff!
The bottleneck was like a piece of paper being punctured, and a huge impact force was fed back to Xiang Jianjue, shaking his whole body violently. He raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, then fell straight to the ground.
Xiang Sheng raised his eyebrows slightly, took a step forward, and instantly crossed the distance of a mountain to come to Xiang Jianjue's side.
She leaned over to investigate and immediately frowned.
This little impact actually caused damage to his heart meridian. Is it because this boy's body is too weak, or is her standard too high?
If I had known this earlier, I would have stayed out of trouble.
Shaking his head slightly, Xiang Sheng took out some Yuanquan and poured it into Xiang Jianjue's mouth. After waiting for a while, he checked it. Seeing that his injuries had healed, he casually set up a protective barrier and immediately turned around and left.
I wasted two hours with this guy this morning. I don't know if I can finish reading today's book...
A quarter of an hour later, Xiang Jianjue woke up slowly to the sound of the river flowing beside his ears.
He opened his eyes and saw the bright daylight. The sunlight was a bit dazzling, so he subconsciously blocked his sight. His memory quickly returned as he woke up.
He remembered what happened before he fell into a coma and suddenly sat up with a start.
Seeing the bloodstains and protective barrier at his feet, Xiang Jianjue sensed himself and found no signs of injury. He even felt lighter than before.
After he fell into a coma, a senior master appeared and helped him heal his injuries?
Xiang Jianjue slowly tightened his grip on the sword in his hand. The senior was actually a female cultivator, a female sword cultivator like Senior Sheng Ji...
After thinking for a moment, he suddenly stood up and swung his sword. Before his true energy moved, a white light escaped from the sword body, which hit the stone wall and shattered, leaving a sword mark three inches deep.
Seeing this sword mark, Xiang Jianjue was ecstatic. He took a deep breath to suppress his excitement, but in the end he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
“Hahahahahaha!”
The boy's loud laughter scared away a flock of birds and echoed in the woods, filled with vigor and vitality.
It took a long time for Xiang Jianjue to calm down. He stopped laughing and returned to his usual expression, but there was no more sadness between his brows, but a sense of openness.
He really met a noble person.
The senior masters are not only sword practitioners who have mastered the sword intent, but they also have sharp eyes and special methods in teaching their disciples.
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