After the ceremony, Venerable Qinghe hesitated for a moment and said, "I thought your talent might be linked to the sword, but I didn't expect it to be a twin lotus. It doesn't quite match the sword. I will find new materials and have someone refine a suitable weapon for you."
Lan Shuang nodded: "Thank you, Master. I'm not in a hurry."
"Take this sword for now. It's still okay to practice with it. It won't be too late to change weapons once you find your own way."
Venerable Qinghe took out a rapier from his storage ring.
The sword body was only two fingers wide, and the hilt was also slender, looking very sharp. It was painted with a golden-red phoenix pattern, which was extremely beautiful. Lan Shuang fell in love with it at first sight.
"Master, does this sword have a name?"
Venerable Qinghe handed the sword to her. Lan Shuang took it with both hands and faintly heard the cry of a phoenix in her ears.
"This sword is called Jingluan."
"Nice name." Lan Shuang touched Jing Luan's sword lovingly. Her fingertips were cut by the sword energy. A drop of blood fell on the sword and was quickly absorbed by the sword. Immediately, a vague connection with Jing Luan appeared in Lan Shuang's mind.
"The sword is spiritual. Jingluan has taken the initiative to recognize you as its master. You must make good use of it." Venerable Qinghe showed relief in his eyes.
"Yes." Lan Shuang stood up holding Jingluan, and with a thought, she took Jingluan back to her sea of consciousness. She was small and looked a little cute.
"Congratulations, Junior Sister." Jiang Lusheng looked at her with a gentle smile.
Lan Shuang smiled, bowed to him and said, "I'll have to trouble you to give me more guidance in the future."
Jiang Lusheng returned the greeting, "Junior sister, you're welcome."
"Okay, you guys can leave now, it's everyone else's turn."
Reverend Qinghe waved his hand, and Lan Shuang and Jiang Lusheng stepped back and stood behind him.
The other disciples looked at Lan Shuang with envy, and the subsequent apprenticeship ceremony was somewhat boring.
After this round is over, Venerable Qinghe will let them go back first.
There are still many people behind, and it will take at least three days to finish the round.
Lan Shuang and Jiang Lusheng returned to Guanyun Peak.
On the way back, Jiang Lusheng was carrying Lan Shuang on his sword. Lan Shuang hugged Jiang Lusheng's waist, feeling his nervousness, and said with a smile: "Brother, can you teach me how to fly the sword? After I learn it, I can fly the sword by myself, so I won't have to bother you anymore."
Jiang Lusheng was startled. "No trouble."
"Really?" Lan Shuang said, "But I feel like you seem very uncomfortable. Haven't you ever brought someone with you before?"
Jiang Lusheng nodded: "I haven't brought one before, you are the first one."
"Really? I'd be honored."
While they were talking, they arrived at Guanyun Peak. Jiang Lusheng controlled the sword to fall to the ground. Lan Shuang released his hand and walked briskly towards her residence. "Brother, would you like to come in for a cup of tea?"
Jiang Lusheng shook his head.
"Then I'll be leaving first." Lan Shuang turned around and waved at him, "I'm going back to practice. Goodbye, Senior Brother."
"goodbye."
As he watched Lan Shuang's back disappear among the flowers and trees, the smile on Jiang Lusheng's face gradually disappeared.
He returned to his own Huanxue Garden and looked at the pear blossoms that never faded all year round. He couldn't describe the feeling in his heart, but he felt a surge of emotions running rampant in his chest.
After standing in the yard for a while, he suddenly summoned his Qingxu Sword. The long sword cut through the clouds and swooped down. Jiang Lusheng bent down, turned around, grasped the hilt of the sword, and soared into the air. The sword energy was like a rainbow, and pear blossoms fell like snow wherever it passed.
The wind was rustling, the green clothes were fluttering, and it felt like entering a fairyland.
Jiang Lusheng thought that this would calm his mind, but he didn't expect that Lan Shuang's face was still in his mind when he was practicing sword.
His feet paused, and he stumbled, using the tip of his sword to press against the ground. After stabilizing himself, he laughed to himself, "It's a mess."
I just don’t know if it’s my sword moves that are messed up or my mind that is messed up.
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