That’s great. Although Luo Jianqing was a little strange this time, Xuan Lingzi still came, and he can still become a disciple of Yuxiao Peak.
In his joy, Li Xiuchen didn't notice what was happening on the platform.
Xuan Lingzi was wearing a cool white robe, the golden sword pattern on his forehead gleaming brightly. He glanced down at Li Xiuchen, then turned to look at his own disciple with a cold expression. He asked calmly, "Jianqing, is Yuxiao Peak accepting disciples?"
Hearing these words, Luo Jianqing suddenly felt lighter, and the overwhelming hatred in his heart suddenly dissipated. He looked at the man in surprise, and all rationality disappeared at this moment.
Under the bright sunlight, the man looked at her with his usual indifferent eyes and said these words. The bitterness and sorrow that had been buried deep in her heart and had not been erased after two lifetimes suddenly seemed to ease a little.
Luo Jianqing opened his mouth softly, but when he spoke he realized that his voice had already become hoarse.
“…Master, no.”
"Then let's go."
"yes."
All this happened too quickly. Li Xiuchen stared at the master and disciple in astonishment for a long time. When he came to his senses, the two had already disappeared on the outer mountain with a golden light, leaving only Li Xiuchen standing on the platform with an expectant look on his face and many fellow disciples looking at him.
"It's been a rule at Yuxiao Peak for years that we don't accept disciples. Why is this new junior brother so stubborn?"
"I heard that Uncle Xuan Lingzi was the only disciple of Yuxiao Peak back then. Now Yuxiao Peak has a senior disciple. Does he think he can still get in?"
"Yuxiao Peak has such strict rules for accepting disciples. This person is completely unqualified. Uncle Xuan Lingzi has super-grade aptitude, and so does Senior Brother Luo. This person seems to have no aptitude at all. How could he possibly be noticed by Uncle Xuan Lingzi?"
Li Xiuchen opened his eyes wide, staring blankly in the direction the two men had disappeared. After he was taken to Haoming Peak, he muttered in his assigned room as if he had lost his soul, "Impossible, impossible, impossible... How could this happen? How could this happen? What on earth went wrong? Where... Eh? Luo Jianqing?!"
Thinking of this, Li Xiuchen felt as if he had been struck by lightning. After a moment, he cursed loudly: "Yes! That little girl should have been struck to death by lightning. Why did Luo Jianqing suddenly appear! And today, why didn't Luo Jianqing hurt me! Luo Jianqing, Luo Jianqing... Could he have traveled through time as well?! Damn Luo Jianqing, who the hell are you!!!"
Luo Jianqing didn't hear Li Xiuchen's curses. He followed Xuan Lingzi back to Yuxiao Peak and soon saw two simple bamboo houses. A dense bamboo forest surrounded the houses. The green bamboo swayed gently in the wind, making a rustling sound.
After returning to the bamboo house, Xuan Lingzi took out the long sword from the ring.
"This sword is three feet seven inches long and weighs three hundred and twelve pounds. It was forged using the ten thousand year old black iron, thousand year old thunder crystal, and low-grade fourth-grade thunder pills you brought back earlier. This sword's speed lies in its speed, and it can also summon ten thousand feet of thunder to fight your enemies alongside you. It's considered an earth-grade magic weapon." Xuan Lingzi held the sword in one hand and handed it to his disciple. "Jianqing, from now on, this will be your life-saving magic weapon. Give it a name."
The cyan sword light flickered slightly, its sharp edge seemingly capable of piercing the air, but Xuan Lingzi temporarily sealed it with his spiritual power. The sword trembled slightly, as if refusing to yield to the small bamboo house. Xuan Lingzi held the hilt, waiting for his disciple to take it.
However, Luo Jianqing kept staring at the sword and did not respond.
In his previous life, he called this sword Zhui Yin.
The master asked him in surprise why he chose such a name. He said: "This sword is fast because of its speed. It can catch up with the speed of sound, so it is called Chasing Sound."
At that time, the master nodded slightly and did not ask any more questions, but he was the only one who knew the meaning of this name.
The master of Yuxiao Peak in Taihua Mountain, whose Taoist name is Xuanlingzi, whose real name is Wuyin.
Chasing sound, are we chasing the speed of sound or the absence of sound?
Looking at the sword, Luo Jianqing's heart gradually ached. After a moment, he took the sword. The long sword, which had been roaring loudly, suddenly became obedient in Luo Jianqing's hand. A green light flowed through the sword, and the long sword also emitted a low hum.
Xuan Lingzi watched the scene with satisfaction, realizing that the sword had recognized its master. However, before he could dwell on it, he heard his disciple whisper, "Master, it's called Frost Float."
Xuan Lingzi was shocked and looked up at Luo Jianqing. After a long pause, he asked, "...Why?"
Luo Jianqing smiled softly and said, "Thunder and lightning disperse, snow splashes and frost floats. Since this sword can draw thousands of feet of thunder, let's call it Frost Floating." As soon as Luo Jianqing finished speaking, the long sword trembled slightly, as if responding to his words.
Luo Jianqing looked at the sword with a smile, and then he was about to turn around and go out to test the sword in the bamboo forest. Unexpectedly, just as he turned around, he heard Xuan Lingzi's elegant and indifferent voice behind him: "Jianqing, you... Hey, what's wrong with your hand?"
The next moment, a cold hand suddenly grabbed Luo Jianqing's wrist and pulled him back.
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