Chapter 63: Sword Platform
"You can go back after you've practiced well."
Here, Lu Wuhui suddenly put away the branch in his hand and said lightly to Chu Yi.
He turned sideways and lowered his eyes. On the stone table beside him, Jiemie trembled slightly inadvertently.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Luo Diandian walking into the wooden house.
Chu Yi's movements paused instantly.
There was a slightly stunned expression on her delicate little face, as if she hadn't reacted to what her master said.
It seems like she has only practiced half of this sword technique, and it hasn't been completed yet...
He hesitated and said, "Master, I think I can still do it..."
“Gradual progress.”
The man suddenly interrupted, his cold tone hovering over her head, with an unquestionable tone.
His light eyes fell condescendingly on the girl in front of him.
Step by step?
Chu Yi was stunned after hearing what his master said.
Even if her master didn't say anything on weekdays, whenever she practiced sword moves, she would notice anything that was not standard or not skillful enough.
Although Master's expression was the same, she still saw a hint of dissatisfaction in his cold eyes.
But now Master actually lets me go just like that?
Was it her illusion... Why did she feel like her master was chasing her away?
Chu Yi was worried.
"...Okay, thank you Master for taking the time to guide me for so long today."
The girl tilted her face slightly upwards, her sparkling eyes looking at the man in front of her with gratitude, mixed with some other emotions.
As he saluted respectfully, Chu Yi couldn't help but feel happy.
She never expected that such a distinguished person as Master would be willing to spend extra time to guide her in her cultivation.
"Um."
Lu Wuhui turned around and stood with his hands behind his back, nodded slightly, and responded in a low voice.
Chu Yi knew that his master was signaling him to leave. Although he felt a little strange, he didn't dare show it on his face.
Could it be that Master feels that he has wasted too much time?
Feeling a little guilty, he bowed respectfully and left.
…
After Chu Yi left.
Lu Wuhui looked at the wooden house not far away. He had just felt Luo Diandian's breath.
Jiemie could still hear her inexplicable mood changes from time to time.
The depression turned into happiness and optimism.
Nirvana is transmitted as it is.
Lu Wuhui stood still, letting the cool breeze blow against his dark robe, a hint of thought flashing in his eyes.
In just a moment, the man's eyes became clear.
The unintentional concern seems to have started from the planting of the inner demon and is gradually spreading in the heart.
His lips pursed lightly, he seemed too focused on his own demons.
Lu Wuhui looked at the wooden house in front of him which was emitting faint candlelight.
There was a hint of depth in his eyes, and the majestic aura around him caused gusts of wind to rustle.
The tall figure suddenly moved, formed seals with his hands, and a stream of spiritual energy shot towards the top of the Sword Sect.
The spiritual energy instantly flew towards a mountain as if it had a target.
......
At this time, in a quiet cave.
A short old man with white hair and a youthful face seemed to have noticed something.
I woke up from my meditation and looked at the blue aura floating before my eyes.
Suddenly he narrowed his eyes slightly, twirled his mustache with one hand, and stared at the spiritual energy in front of him.
"Uncle Master, let's have a chat on the Mingjiantai."
A familiar voice came, with such a cold tone, who else could it be except his little nephew?
After hearing the voice transmitted in the spiritual energy, the old man felt strange. Does Xiao Wuhui have something to ask him?
Is there something wrong with my cultivation?
But based on his current level of cultivation, I can't tell him anything!
The old man was completely confused.
He exclaimed in surprise, blew his beard and thought for a moment.
Hiss—Did something happen to the sect?
His tone was calm, and it seemed like there was no change in his emotions at all. It didn't seem like it...
Oh, never mind, just go and see for yourself!
The old man's heart moved, and he turned into a stream of light, rushed out of the cave, and flew towards the Mingjiantai.
…
At this time, the Mingjiantai was located on a mountain peak to the east of the Sword Sect.
Mingjiantai is a holy place for disciples to comprehend the way of swordsmanship.
There are many sword-fighting photos left by the predecessors here, which are provided for the talented disciples of the Sword Sect to comprehend the sword-fighting.
The base is carved from thousand-year-old cold stone. The stone surface is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the lush ancient trees around it and the mountains in the distance.
Huge rocks are stored not far away on top of each step, suspended in the air.
On top of these huge rocks, there is a legacy left by the powerful sword masters of past generations.
The handsome figure of the man suddenly appeared out of nowhere, his aura like a sword hidden in its sheath, restrained yet powerful.
He slowly climbed the stairs, his white clothes as white as snow, the hem of his clothes blown behind him by the wind, making him look elegant and lonely.
His figure was reflected on the stones, layer upon layer, and he seemed to be walking upwards under the gaze of the powerful men of all generations.
Until the top, a large platform appeared with a huge stone suspended in it.
What is left above is the strongest sword technique passed down by the Sword Sect, the Merciless Sword.
Lu Wuhui stared at the huge rock in front of him and was silent for a moment.
The scene of the first time Master brought him here emerged in his mind.
…
"Wu Hui, you are born with a sword heart. No matter what sword path you practice, you will be able to do it smoothly."
"I brought you here to practice the most powerful sword technique passed down by our sect, the Merciless Sword."
At that time, the young man had changed into a noble white robe, and had shed his worldly appearance. His handsome eyes and eyebrows began to reveal a sense of loneliness and coldness.
Led by the Ancient Sword Ancestor, he came to a huge stone.
A group of elders were watching from a distance. Even several supreme elders who had never come out of seclusion were watching from high in the sky.
Gu Jian gently pushed the young boy's small body and said softly, "Go."
The young man walked forward slowly, raised his head and examined the huge rock in front of him calmly. The huge rock also emitted a faint fluorescence, as if responding.
He suddenly stretched out his hand and closed his eyes to feel.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the boulder suddenly burst into bright light, and an indescribable sword aura rose from the ground and rushed straight into the sky.
The ruthless aura that seemed to wipe out all emotions in the world exploded, shocking everyone present.
A shadow of a sword burst out from the stone, turned into a stream of light and flew into the boy's eyebrows, and a part of the faint breath was divided into the sword behind the boy.
"It's actually the complete inheritance of the Merciless Sword?"
Even the knowledgeable Gu Jian and many elders were quite shocked.
Just having a natural sword heart is not enough to obtain the full inheritance of the ruthless sword.
What's more, this boy has not practiced swordsmanship, but he was chosen by the Merciless Sword. It seems that his talent in swordsmanship is definitely more than that.
"From now on, Wuhui is the only candidate for the leader."
Gu Jian's calm words rang in everyone's ears.
Everyone bowed their heads and agreed silently.
No one dared to question the candidate for the headmaster position of a mortal who had never even practiced Qi Refining.
A great battle in the world of immortal cultivation almost wiped out all those messy ghost cultivators.
But this also caused all the immortal cultivation sects to become sluggish for a while and suffered heavy losses, and these old guys suffered even more severe damage.
Some will even die soon.
But fortunately, their Sword Sect has successors!
Gu Jian's usually serious expression finally showed a hint of smile, and he looked at the cold-faced boy in front of him.
Faced with such a great opportunity, the other party remained calm, which shows that he has an excellent character and is a rare talent.
Gu Jian couldn't help but patted his shoulder and said with satisfaction,
"Practice well. The ruthless way is free from fear of inner demons. Your practice will flow smoothly. However, you must cut off all emotions and love. Do you understand?"
The young man in white nodded slightly, sat down on the ground under the gaze of everyone, and began to digest the inheritance.
Seeing this, everyone retreated silently like the tide.
Gu Jian looked deeply at the little Lu Wuhui in front of him, then turned and left.
The Mingjian Terrace was sealed off for three months, and no disciples were allowed to set foot there.
Only one person left.
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