Chapter 130 I am a senior disciple, so my master is strict

Lin Du began his busy and honest daily practice.

It was not until Yan Ye brought her to the peak that she realized, "Why is it here?"

"Although I don't know why you found this mountain where I practiced my footwork, but since you found it first and even jumped down, it means you like this place very much."

Yan Ye clasped his hands and looked indifferently at the child who had grown taller without knowing when, "Come on, I'll teach you."

This solitary peak is not only high, but also extremely rugged and steep, like a knife-like peak made up of countless stone blades of varying widths.

Lin Du stood at the foot of the mountain, looking straight at Yan Ye, "You are not seeking revenge on me, are you?"

"How could that be?" Yan Ye smiled. "Your master came here this way. Do you still remember the name of your footwork?"

Lin Du mechanically spat out three words, "Ling Jueding."

"Right." Yan Ye smiled even more happily, "Don't you like jumping off a cliff? I'll let you know later that jumping off a cliff is not a pleasant experience. You can practice your footwork on this peak until you fall off."

Lin Du understood, "You are deliberately seeking revenge."

While she was saying this, she had already mobilized her mantra and spiritual power, and according to the method of exerting force described in the book, she climbed up a rugged rock standing on the isolated peak.

It is not known whether the rock was created by nature or by human hands. The rock is only so wide and small in area. If one does not perform the steps accurately, one will definitely miss the step. This set of steps emphasizes lightness and speed, and is unpredictable and makes one look up.

When he was still far from the mountainside, Lin Du missed a step and fell down, another weightless fall.

She used her spiritual power to slow down her free fall in mid-air, and finally stabilized her body when she was only five or six feet away from the ground, then flew back to the ground obediently.

Yan Ye started to point out why Lin Du made the wrong move just now, and told her the shortcomings. Then he pointed to the top of the mountain with a smile, "Climb. Your footwork today is complete only when you reach the top."

This peak was at least several hundred feet high. Lin Du took a deep breath, suppressed his pounding heart, gathered his spiritual power, moved his ankles and other joints, and headed upwards again.

Yan Ye actually didn't expect Lin Du to be able to climb to the top on the first day. He tensed up every time the child fell. Although he hadn't had any thoughts since she went crazy yesterday, the feeling of weightlessness and despair still tugged at his heart every time.

"The seventh time." Yan Ye said, "I've fallen down seven times. Will you jump again?"

Lin Du licked his lips that were dried by the wind and exercise, his eyes showing his excitement, "It's still jumping."

Yan Ye choked and pointed at the top of the mountain, "Go up, we haven't even climbed halfway up the mountain."

Lin Du jumped up again, each time faster, each time higher, each time more skillfully, and each time he fell harder, and Yan Ye became more frightened.

The little bastard was excited, but he was so nervous that he seemed to be torturing himself.

Every surge of adrenaline made Lin Du extremely excited, his mind was exceptionally sharp and clear, and his impression of that footwork became deeper and deeper.

This isolated peak happened to be able to see many scenes of the Supreme Sect's forbidden area and the back mountain. Yan Qing stood in a fixed place every day when swinging his sword. Today, he took a quick look and happened to catch a spot flying up and down on the isolated peak. He turned around and asked Yuan Ye, "What kind of bird would fly back and forth halfway up the mountain?"

Yuan Ye was practicing his arm strength with a stone tripod on the other side of him, which was particularly symmetrical to him. He looked over when he heard this. "You don't know, and I don't know either. Judging from its color, it looks like a blue bird, or maybe... a wolf?"

"What kind of wolf can jump around in the mountains?"

"...Which of the wolves and tigers in the world of cultivation can't fly over eaves and walls?" Yuan Ye raised the stone tripod again, panting, "If it really doesn't work, we'll go and knock it down later, just in time for Junior Master's kitchen to add some food."

Lin Du, who was being missed, finally reached the mountainside. She did not stop, nor did she dare to stop.

When sailing against the current, if you don’t move forward, you will move backward. The same is true for cultivation.

If the rhythm is interrupted, she will never be able to climb this lonely peak today.

Lin Du already felt that her muscle strength was reaching its limit, and she felt a faint twitching sensation, but she didn't want to stop.

Yan Ye had already noticed the slight change in Lin Du's movements. He had calculated that Lin Du's physical strength was not enough to reach the top. He teleported behind Lin Du with an expressionless face, "Okay, that's all for today, come down."

Lin Du's calf cramped a little, but he didn't stop. "Higher."

Yan Ye gritted his teeth and said, "I lied to you. I didn't ask you to go to the top. Come down."

"Higher." Lin Du repeated, without stopping his feet. Because he moved too fast, it was difficult for Yan Ye to grab the man by the collar.

"You can't go any higher, why do you have to go that high? You still have physical training today, don't use up all your energy."

"I want to compete with the gods." Lin Du began to talk nonsense.

Yan Ye was silent, "Don't be so ridiculous, little bastard."

The cramps in her calves became more severe, and Lin Du finally stopped. She could have clearly stood still, but she just fell back.

Yan Ye was a little flustered for a moment. Just when he was about to grab Lin Du, he found that the little bastard was laughing particularly viciously, then slowly slowed down, and finally fell to the ground.

"It's good to have a high point, because it increases the landing cushion time."

Lin Du leaned against the rock and pinched his calf, then relaxed for a while and stuffed a pill into his mouth.

Yan Ye was frightened by this little bastard.

He knew that Lin Du was crazy, but he didn't know that Lin Du was so crazy.

The tall man landed in front of the child and slapped him hard, "You are really crazy! You are not afraid of death! Can you calm down?"

The beating was particularly rhythmic. Lin Du held his head and thought to himself, "I still have to go to the dining hall to cook."

Yan Ye put his hand away and said with a straight face, "After dinner, go and calculate the basic formation and lay it out. Then do the homework Feng Chao and Feng Yi gave you, and then come to me for the body refining technique."

Lin Du covered his red head and said in a long tone, "I know."

As expected, older people cannot stand the stimulation.

Although Lin Du's handwriting was already quite good, his control over the pen was still insufficient when it came to drawing the characters.

Feng Yi was not discouraged. Practicing calligraphy is not a one-day job, let alone drawing talismans.

But Lin Du's condition today was really not right. She looked at the earthworm above and glanced at Lin Du's hands suspiciously.

"How could he draw something so ugly when his tendons are normal and he looks so good?"

Lin Du looked at Feng Yi innocently, "My master asked me to climb rocks today, and my hands are shaking from exhaustion."

As soon as she raised her head, Feng Yi noticed the bruise on Lin Du's forehead, "Did he fall?"

Lin Du reached out and touched it, then realized what Feng Yi was talking about, "No, my master abused me."

Feng Yi: What the hell?

She pondered for a while, "You are so smart and well-behaved, but he still beats you? Why?"

"Maybe he got angry because I failed to meet his requirements." Lin Du's black pot hit the target every time.

Feng Yi frowned slightly, "The talismans he drew back then were even uglier than your dog-crawling handwriting, and he even claimed that he could live well without the talismans. How can he have the nerve to blame you?"

Lin Du chuckled, "A strict master produces a good disciple. I am a good disciple, so my master is strict."

Feng Yi was silent. At first glance, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it, but was the cause and effect reversed?

"Actually, my master has intensified my physical training recently. I have been exhausted and my pen control is not good." After Lin Du was done with his frivolous behavior, he planned to restore Yan Ye's image.

Feng Yi pondered for a moment, "Your pen control is indeed a big problem. Senior Sister only asked you to practice writing big characters, but never practiced the strokes and pen control, right?"

She spread out a new piece of rice paper and said, "Come, I'll teach you how to control the pen from the beginning."