"No problem."
Qin Ji explained with a smile, "Miss Sheng, you don't know that this missionary letter has been circulating in the market for some years. When it first appeared, the sect's leaders sent true disciples to investigate and prohibit its circulation, but it has continued despite repeated bans.
Furthermore, for many years, the sect had only been an empty name, and the people spreading its message were only low-ranking casual cultivators and mortals, with not a single official disciple of the Tianyan Sect stepping forward. The sect, from top to bottom, viewed it as a lowly sect, dedicated to deception and posing no threat to the sect itself.
Over time, no one cared about this missionary letter."
"I see."
Xiang Sheng stood up and quietly put the missionary letter into his sleeve, saying in a slow tone, "Go back."
…
An hour later, the three returned to the house.
After a tiring day, Qin Ji and Shi Si did not stay long. They sent Xiang Sheng back to the East Courtyard and left.
Xiang Sheng ordered dinner to be brought to him. He enjoyed it leisurely, bathed and changed his clothes as usual, and returned to the inner room. The gentle and peaceful look on his face instantly turned into a solemn expression.
She flipped her palm and the missionary letter reappeared in her hand.
Perhaps it was because she had gone through so many trials and tribulations that she could see at a glance the hidden meaning behind the compliments on the back of the letters. However, on the one hand, there were so many people in Tianqing Pavilion and it was difficult to say it out loud; on the other hand, even if Qinji and Shisi knew about it, it would only cause trouble and would be of no use.
Thinking of this, she took a brush and sketched on the paper for a while, and quickly deciphered the secret code.
The secret message was very short, just one sentence - the moon is high in the sky, and the water is shining on the pavilion.
Xiang Sheng's eyes suddenly narrowed.
When she first came to the Chiyan Sect, she spent two months traveling to every possible place on Dangchen Peak.
There is no Shuizhao Pavilion on Dangchen Peak, but there is a pavilion called Zhaoshui Pavilion, which is located in a remote area and generally no one goes there.
Looking at the moon at its zenith may seem like just an ordinary phrase, but if you break it down word by word, you can get the exact time.
The word "望" can mean to watch or to observe. If used to refer to time, it can also mean the day of "looking at the moon", which is the 16th day of a long month and the 15th day of a short month.
The moon is at its zenith only at midnight.
After breaking it down in this way, the combined meaning is - meet at Zhaoshui Pavilion at midnight on the 15th or 16th night of every month.
Xiang Sheng slowly clenched the paper in his hand.
Qin Ji said that this kind of missionary letter has been circulating in the sect for a long time.
There are thousands of disciples in and around Dangchen Peak. After such a long period of time, she doesn't believe that no one has noticed the implicit meaning of this missionary letter.
The sect's senior members have profound cultivation, and their thoughts are much faster than hers. I'm afraid they will be able to see through the mystery at a glance.
Why, then, has this matter not been taken seriously? Why has it been left alone, allowed to spread unchecked?
Xiang Sheng suddenly felt a chill.
It was originally thought that after Lu Jin's death, the Chiyan Sect suffered some blow, but the impact was not great. For the time being, it could still be considered a safe place for her to stay for a period of time and practice with peace of mind.
Now it seems that where is the safe place here?
The entire Chiyan Sect is clearly a small boat in the midst of wind and rain, in danger of capsizing at any time.
Xiang Sheng exhaled slowly, a thoughtful glint in his eyes.
But then again, all the top leaders of the Chiyan Sect are now in the sect, no one has gone out, and the defenses are sufficient. If she were the one in power in the Tianyan Sect, if she wanted to make trouble, she would choose an opportunity and not act rashly.
It seems that there should still be a lot of room for buffer. The best thing to do is to take advantage of this relatively peaceful period and work hard to improve your cultivation and enhance your survival ability.
Xiang Sheng stopped thinking about it, emptied his mind, and fell asleep with the quilt.
…
The next day, Xiang Sheng woke up early before dawn and studied the sword manual given to him by blacksmith Chen.
The sword techniques contained in the Flying Sword Technique were too obscure. She knew nothing about swordsmanship and it was difficult for her to understand. Although this sword manual was also not simple, the description went from shallow to deep, so she was not at all confused.
After reading the whole article several times, a hint of enlightenment appeared in Xiang Sheng's eyes.
The purity of swordsmanship has nothing to do with cultivation; even mortals can practice it, the only difference being the upper limit. If a cultivator wishes to practice swordsmanship, they must abandon their own cultivation and focus solely on the sword. Only then can they achieve anything.
"Abandon your own cultivation..."
Xiang Sheng murmured to herself. She had mastered the first level of the "Flying Sword Art" internal training method. She thought it would be of some help in practicing the sword art, but she didn't expect it to be completely wrong.
It was almost time for breakfast, so Xiang Sheng put away his sword manual and got up to wash up.
As soon as she sat down at the table, she saw Fourteenth stepping over the threshold with a smile and said, "Miss Sheng, I won't leave today. Sister Qinji asked me to teach you sword skills."
Xiang Sheng smiled and nodded, "Okay."
After the meal, the two came to an open space in the front yard.
Fourteen picked up two branches, handed one to Xiang Sheng, and said, "Miss Sheng, you are just starting to practice swordsmanship, so you don't need to use a real weapon for now. Just practice your posture first."
Xiang Sheng didn't comment, took the branch, and followed Shisi to practice in a very serious manner.
"When I was a child, I met an old swordsman and was fortunate enough to learn from him for several years."
As Fourteen was practicing, he said, "Master said that swordsmanship is light and graceful, flexible and changeable, with various sword moves. Stabbing, picking, chopping, wiping, lifting, breaking, and tapping are all common techniques. We need to practice more and more to master them.
I trained with my master for five years, and although I was only at the level of a rudimentary master, I am more than capable of teaching you, Miss Sheng."
"Five years?"
Xiang Sheng frowned, "Is there no quick way to do it?"
There is less than a year left before the Dongzhou Cultivation Competition begins. How can she have five years to practice slowly?
"Quick success, how can there be such a good thing?"
Fourteen said helplessly, "Miss Sheng, sword training can't be rushed. Only when your mind is steady can your sword be steady. Our mortal bodies have limits. If you practice sword too much in one day and injure yourself, you won't be able to practice the next day."
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