Lin Su took the drink. Shen Qingtang took a deep breath when he spoke. "Where are you planning to go for this training?"
"We haven't decided on a destination yet." Lin Su said, "Master, please give us some advice."
"Let's go to Youyuan. It's very close to Jiuxiao Xianmen. The monsters there are only in the stage of drawing in qi to build the foundation. It is suitable for foundation-building disciples to practice. What weapon do you use?" Shen Qingtang poured himself a cup of tea and asked subconsciously.
He has been here for half a year now, and even his master doesn't know what weapons he usually uses.
Lin Su put the cup aside and said, "Master, I am used to using the sword."
"Use a sword?" Shen Qingtang looked at him. "What sword styles have you learned? Can you practice it for me?"
"Yes." Lin Su accepted the order and stood up.
He himself was not particular about any particular sword style. If the sword skill was practiced to the highest level, everything in the world could be transformed into a sword. However, that also required cultivation, and it was not possible for a Jindan stage cultivator to withstand such sword intent. Therefore, he could only refine high-grade spiritual treasures to make up for the deficiency.
But the original body's swordsmanship... Lin Su took out a sword from the storage ring and danced with it according to the original body's habit. His dance was quite smooth, and it looked like flowing water in the snow. At least it looked very similar.
However, that only applies to outsiders. When Shen Qingtang saw him throw the first sword, his eyes moved slightly, revealing a hint of helplessness.
Lin Su put away his sword, letting the snowflakes fall on his head and shoulders, and said with a fist: "Master, I have finished my demonstration."
He was full of confidence. Shen Qingtang was reluctant to hit him, but she had no choice but to ask: "Who taught you this sword style?"
"There are people in my family who teach me sword techniques, but they don't teach me well, so I learned it on my own." Lin Su said, holding the hilt of the sword. "What do you think, Master?"
"Let's learn again." Shen Qingtang said as he walked down the stairs.
Lin Su was a little surprised: "Is there something wrong?"
"You only have the moves, but no strength at all. You don't use your spiritual energy properly at all. It's useless to practice. You have to learn it again." Shen Qingtang had never seen such a bad sword style. Even a novice sword practitioner could not use this set of sword styles.
Lin Su said, "Then how should I learn?"
"Show me the first move." Shen Qingtang saw that although he was a little frustrated, he was still willing to learn. His tone softened, "Master will show you."
"Yes." Lin Su took the first move.
Shen Qingtang looked at his posture, first holding his back to straighten it, then adjusting his arms, and twisting his fingers when he got to his palms: "Your sword-holding posture is also wrong."
Their fingers touched, and Lin Su glanced at him, letting him place the sword in the right position. Shen Qingtang noticed this, moved his fingers slightly, and gently lifted the sword: "Hold this position for two hours, and then use this posture to strike the sword 30,000 times."
"Thirty thousand times?!" Lin Su was extremely surprised.
"Before, I asked you to practice arm strength so that you wouldn't lose your balance no matter what weapon you use. Now is the perfect time to practice sword techniques." Shen Qingtang circled around him, making sure there was no more deviation. "When masters fight, the difference is millimeter. One wrong move can lead to a complete loss. There is no room for negligence. You are not allowed to leave until you have mastered the sword techniques. Do you remember?"
"I've got it." Lin Su didn't resist, but turned his gaze and said, "If I can do everything Master said, will there be any reward?"
"Practicing is for yourself." Shen Qingtang was puzzled.
When he was practicing the basics, he wanted to spend all his time on practicing, never daring to slack off, and there was no question of rewards.
"I'm training for myself, but I'm loved by my master, so I naturally want rewards as motivation for improvement." Lin Su said with a smile, "Master, do you know why a carrot is hung in front of a donkey pulling a millstone? Master, do you know the story of quenching thirst by looking at a plum? If there are rewards, it will definitely motivate me and achieve twice the result with half the effort."
"Your metaphor..." Shen Qingtang's eyes flickered slightly, "Never mind, what reward do you want?"
In the past, he had no teachers, friends or relatives, but since he had disciples, it was okay for them to act a little spoiled.
"I have everything I need," Lin Su pondered. "If I can hold on day after day, can I live on the top of the mountain with Master?"
"It's no good for you to live here." Shen Qingtang said.
"Although it is extremely cold here, cultivating the fire spirit root in the extreme cold is actually forcing out my potential. If one day my fire is not afraid of ice, wouldn't that be a great achievement?" Lin Su's words were a bit fanciful.
But the path of cultivation does not follow common sense. There is a strange thing in the world called Ice Heart Flame, which is a flame born from ice. It is not afraid of even ice and snow, let alone all things in the world.
Shen Qingtang had also entered a place covered in flames to test himself, but he had never thought that he would have such aspirations: "If you can really do it, you can stay here if you want."
"Thank you, Master." Lin Su said.
Snowflakes continued to fall. Shen Qingtang took out an umbrella and used his spiritual energy to lift it up to float over Lin Su's head. "Save the energy of melting the ice and snow and conserve your strength."
He turned around and sat in the corridor, actually wanting to keep her company.
Lin Suyi persisted for two hours. The previous experience of climbing the mountain with the jar really strengthened his body. Even though he maintained the same sword posture for two hours, he did not feel exhausted.
After two hours of practice, his body had memorized the previous pattern when swinging the sword, and he never deviated from it at all. At the beginning, he had to be careful, but later it seemed as if his body did it spontaneously. Countless snowflakes fell, but the sword was not stained by a single snowflake.
The body was originally cold, but the more he practiced, the warmer it became. Until the snow stopped falling and the sky was dotted with stars, Lin Su's 30,000 swords came to an end.
"Master, I have finished practicing." Lin Su pointed the tip of the sword downward and said with a bow.
He never slacked off, nor did he take a single slack in his swordplay. Although Shen Qingtang was sitting beside him regulating his breathing, he did not miss any of his movements.
"You don't have to go down the mountain to practice sword, so you can stay here." Shen Qingtang pointed to a house.
"Yes, thank you for your consideration, Master." Lin Su put away his sword and walked forward. "Thank you for accompanying me, Master. I am very happy."
His eyes were so intense that Shen Qingtang felt as if they were burning. He stood up and turned his head to the side, saying, "Well, let's go back to the house first. It's cold outside. We have to continue tomorrow morning."
"Disciple is not cold." Lin Su stretched out his hand and said, "If you don't believe me, Master, feel it."
He was indeed full of heat, and even the ice and snow had melted before they fell. Shen Qingtang looked at his outstretched hand, touched it casually, and then retracted it: "This shows that you haven't been lazy, but if you stay outside all the time, you will get cold too. Go back."
Lin Su looked at him but didn't move. Shen Qingtang said helplessly, "What else do you want to say?"
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