Chapter 30 Encouraging Learning "No, it's very beautiful, like crystal..."
The two swords clashed, and golden light scattered everywhere.
Their sword techniques all followed the same pattern, going straight to the point without any fancy moves or feints. Even the buzzing sound produced when their swords pierced the air was identical.
Shen Cangyu's slanted flick was tricky, forcing Qiu Sheng to spin around and retreat.
"Not bad," Qiu Sheng said, but her hands moved faster, thrusting her sword forward. Shen Cangyu watched her movements closely, parrying each sword strike. It seemed like she was defending, but in reality, she blocked each move steadily.
She had been training with Qiu Sheng for quite some time, and her body was no longer what it used to be. After several hundred moves, sweat dripped down her chin, but her hand holding the sword remained steady.
There is a significant gap between her and Qiu Sheng, so she is waiting for an opportunity.
In an instant, Shen Cangyu seized the moment when Qiu Sheng raised his hand and thrust it forward, only to see the corner of Qiu Sheng's mouth curl up.
Oh no!
Qiu Sheng's arm jerked, and his sword slashed upwards diagonally.
Shen Cangyu felt a numbness in her hand, and a tremendous force came from where the two swords clashed, almost shattering the tendons in her right hand.
Half of the sword blade flew off and landed on the ground. Both of them were stunned. Qiu Sheng was the first to come to his senses. He clicked his tongue and flicked his sword to finish his stance: "Seriously, the swords in this martial arts arena are terrible. When you have some free time, come with me to the Sword Pavilion and pick out a sword."
“Alright,” Shen Cangyu also stopped her stance, threw away the broken half of the sword in her hand, picked up the water bottle, and asked, “Senior Sister, why did you learn swordsmanship?”
Qiu Sheng was still tilting his head back and chugging water when he heard her words. He paused for a moment and said, "I don't remember. I was already practicing swordsmanship before I could remember anything."
"Senior sister, have you tried any other weapons?" Shen Cangyu asked, looking at her.
Qiu Sheng's attack style was reckless, ruthless, and direct. Shen Cangyu suddenly felt that she shouldn't use a sword; swords were too light. She should use a spear, a long spear.
“I haven’t tried it,” Qiu Sheng said casually, wiping the water from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’ll give it a try once I’m done with this task.”
After all, among the disciples of the Wanqi Guixin sect, there are people who use all kinds of weapons, and the sword is just one of them.
Qiu Sheng looked at Shen Cangyu and suddenly asked, "What Daoist techniques did you inherit?"
Shen Cangyu was still sipping water, and mumbled, "There is no magic."
"I've heard that many Taoist disciples have come looking for you recently. Haven't you found one you like?"
Qiu Sheng was telling the truth. Ever since Shen Cangyu became known as the Penglai Envoy, many people have come to visit her, from all sorts of Daoist sects. They all wanted to see her and see how well her Daoist practices matched their own.
Shen Cangyu also followed them to explore the various Taoist mountains in Kunlun, but not to inherit the Taoist arts. Instead, she wanted to see if she could activate the plot in her mind.
The plot unfolds in her mind extremely slowly; sometimes, it takes several days before a name even pops into her head. She knows what the use of names is; if she wants to know someone's name, she can ask them herself.
This piece of junk is completely useless.
Shen Cangyu ran to the first hall of Xingxiang Hall several times and sat in front of the statue of Tianxiang Niangniang for a long time, but she didn't see any new plot developments. She recalled that when she unlocked plot developments before, it seemed that Xu Qiubai was using the incense to summon spirits. It turned out that having the statue by her side was useless; she had to wait for Tianxiang Niangniang to descend in order to see long stretches of new plot developments.
After all, the Heavenly Fragrance Goddess holds the secrets of heaven and can see all things in the world, so she has to benefit from her influence.
She asked Xu Qiubai, but Xu Qiubai only told her that the Heavenly Fragrance Goddess does not often descend to the mortal world. Perhaps she will come down for a stroll when she is happy during festivals.
However, it was too far away during the holidays, so Shen Cangyu had no choice but to visit other Taoist mountains. After wandering around several times, he collected a bunch of names.
Among them, the name that appeared most frequently was Senior Sister Qiu Sheng.
Shen Cangyu pondered carefully, could it be that she was able to unlock so many names because she spent every day with Qiu Sheng?
But... she also spends a lot of time with Pei Wenjing and Xu Qiubai, so why can't she see their storylines?
The Kunlun Library is filled with books, and the air is thick with the scent of paper and ink as soon as you enter. However, since she is new to Kunlun and her level is not high enough, she cannot access most of the books in the library.
Shen Cangyu wandered among the bookshelves on the first floor, his gaze sweeping over each book. The first floor of the Scripture Pavilion also had quite a few books, including travelogues, complex classics, and some scattered, simple manuals on mental techniques.
She stared at the names on the book covers, and after much difficulty, she finally found a few manuals on mental techniques. She opened them with great joy, only to find the pages covered with dense writing.
Her vision started to go black when she looked at those ant-like words.
She doesn't know many characters, so reading is already quite difficult for her. If the book has pictures, it's alright; she can look at the pictures and guess the content. But if it only has text, she can't understand it.
Otherwise, she would have learned all of Jiang Qian's tricks in her past life.
Shen Cangyu stared at the words on the book. The words seemed to float into her left eye and out her right, but none of them entered her brain.
She closed the book and sighed deeply.
Why can't these books be turned into moving pictures? Then she could learn all the tricks of the trade in one go.
A laugh drifted from behind her, and she quickly turned around to see the drunkard leaning against the bookshelf.
The drunkard wasn't wearing Kunlun's uniform; he was just casually dressed in a yellow robe, with the outer garment hanging on his body. He looked like he had just woken up from a drunken nap in some corner.
Shen Cangyu had visited every mountain peak of the Daoist sect, but this was the first time he had seen this person before. Could it be... that she was the elder in charge of the Scripture Pavilion?
She put on a docile expression and said, "Greetings, Elder." Although she didn't know which elder she was, she bowed first.
The elder took a sip of wine from the gourd, staggered over, picked up the nameplate from Shen Cangyu's waist, and examined it against the light.
Just as Shen Cangyu was wondering if she could even read the words on the name tag, she suddenly heard her speak.
"Seven Killings without restraint".
Shen Cangyu's heart skipped a beat. The elder casually tossed her name tag back, and she quickly reached out to catch it. She looked down and saw that Kunlun's name tag only had her name engraved on it, nothing else. How did this person know her destiny?
The sharp edges of the wooden plaque dug into her palm, causing a slight stinging sensation. She remembered that in her previous life, the warehouse elder had said the same thing when he examined her fate.
He said she was destined to be alone, with a strong presence of the Seven Killings star, and that she would bring death to everyone around her.
At the time, she only thought the warehouse manager was mediocre, and who knows? But now that the elder in front of her said the same thing, could it be...?
“With such a heavy Seven Killings, you should study even harder,” the elder bent down and poked Shen Cangyu’s head, “You must use the seal to neutralize the Seven Killings, understand?”
Shen Cangyu felt dizzy from being poked, so she quickly dodged away and covered her head with her hand, saying, "I don't quite understand."
When the elder could no longer poke her forehead, he reached out and pulled her braid, saying, "You'll understand if you read more books." After saying that, her hand swiped around on the bookshelf, pulling out books one by one and placing them in Shen Cangyu's arms.
The pile of books in Shen Cangyu's hands grew higher and higher, almost burying her.
"Elder Huang!" A voice came from afar.
"Oh dear, you were shouting so loudly, you scared me to death." The elder standing in front of her suddenly jumped up, as if waking up from a drunken state. She hurriedly hid the wine pot in her sleeve and frantically put on her outer robe.
"Elder Huang!!!" The loud voice was still calling.
Elder Huang smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes and handed his sleeve to Shen Cangyu: "Quickly, smell it, does it smell of wine?"
Shen Cangyu was stunned for a moment: "No..." There was only the scent of peach blossoms.
Elder Huang straightened his clothes and hair, cleared his throat, and walked out with a dignified demeanor: "No noise is allowed in the Scripture Pavilion."
As Shen Cangyu watched her retreating figure, a sudden inspiration struck him.
She recalled Elder Huang's appearance just now. Her nose and mouth shape were indeed eight-tenths similar to the Hall Master Huang who held the Judge's Pen. Could they be related?
Shen Cangyu thought of that big-bearded, smelly old man and couldn't help but snort. Elder Huang was really unlucky to have anything to do with him.
Shen Cangyu took a step forward, but her foot slipped on a slippery scroll. She knew she was in trouble and fell forward, book in hand. Rubbing her sore elbow, she looked down and saw that Elder Huang had piled up a whole circle of books around her, all for her to read.
Her vision went black, and she fell backward into the sea of books in despair.
No wonder people say that learning is like sailing against the current; it's incredibly difficult.
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When Shen Cangyu ran to the Cliff of Contemplation, Pei Wenjing happened to be reading a book.
As soon as she saw the book, Shen Cangyu's teeth started to ache, so she placed the lunchbox in front of Pei Wenjing.
When Pei Wenjing saw her arrive, he put away the book he was holding and sat up straight. Shen Cangyu opened the lunchbox, which contained clear soup noodles with a fried egg.
Pei Wenjing sat up straight.
Shen Cangyu looked at the unmoving basket of steamed buns in the distance and knew that he was really afraid of steamed buns, so he specially went to Xingxiang Hall to ask him for some noodles.
When Elder Xu Mei saw her arrive, she specially provided her with an extra set of chopsticks and a fried egg. After she finished eating, Shen Cangyu began to prepare Pei Wenjing's food.
Elder Xu Mei said, "If you don't like the food in Longji Mountain, you can come here. It's just a matter of adding a pair of chopsticks and a bowl."
Hearing her words, Shen Cangyu nodded vigorously.
"Elder Xu Mei instructed that you must finish this medicine," Shen Cangyu said, pointing to the medicine jar in the lunchbox.
Pei Wenjing looked at the jar of medicine, then shifted his gaze to the noodles beside him. Shen Cangyu, seeing his expression, hid the noodles behind her back: "There's no room for negotiation."
Pei Wenjing had no choice but to look up at her.
She looked into Pei Wenjing's eyes and asked, "Have your eyes not returned to normal yet? Is your injury still not healed?"
Pei Wenjing blinked and explained, "My injuries have healed, my inner core has returned to normal, and my energy is flowing normally, but the color in my eyes cannot be removed, and I don't know why."
Shen Cangyu couldn't help but wonder if Pei Wenjing, whom she had met in her previous life, also had heterochromatic eyes. Could it be that he was in the same situation as he was now?
So, these eyes can't go back to normal...
"Is it ugly?" Pei Wenjing suddenly asked.
"No, it's very beautiful, like glass."
Pei Wenjing's heart skipped a beat when he heard her words.
In a daze, he felt as if he had heard her say such things before, but he had forgotten.
I'll post it earlier today, and the same time tomorrow.
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