[Qingran, the essence of the Green Lotus Sword Classic is to recite poetry, integrate poetry into the spirit, one word and one sword, the word can give the sword moves stronger power. ]
"So that's how it is. I'll remember it."
Li Qingran stared at the figure in white carrying a sword, and became more and more certain of one thing in her heart - her master must be an unrivaled sword master.
In this way, the master's identity was confirmed again, and he must be the Grand Elder of the Sword Pavilion. The Sword Pavilion monks have a bit of sharpness, some are like a new sword that has just been sharpened, sharp and vigorous; some are like a sword that has just been unsheathed, with its edge exposed; some are like a hidden sword, hidden but unleashed; and some are like the Pavilion Master, thick and heavy.
But no other cultivator had a temperament comparable to her master.
It was a sword that could split the sky and possessed unparalleled sharpness!
Such a sharp sword of creation must have a scabbard to match it.
She wanted to be like that.
It's just that I am still far from being what I used to be.
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A full six hours.
Li Qingran managed to learn the first 12 chapters of "Green Lotus Sword Classic".
She had never seen such exquisite swordsmanship.
These seemingly simple basic movements were only difficult to perform once you had them together, and just trying to do each movement as well as possible had drained most of her spiritual energy.
The lack of spiritual energy and the fatigue in her body made her stagger and feel dizzy. She wanted to just lie down on the bed and sleep under the warm and majestic gaze of her master...
Wait, Master?!
Li Qingran bit the tip of his tongue fiercely.
'You can sleep, hold on!'
Now the master is teaching her swordsmanship!
How could she be so confused?
[Qingran, you should demonstrate it to me again in a continuous manner. That’s all for today. Tomorrow I will teach you the first sword style, the “Riding the Wind and Breaking the Waves” style.]
"Yes, Master."
Li Qingran calmed himself down, secretly encouraged himself, and stood up to dance with the sword.
Chen Huai'an stuffed a handful of peanuts into his mouth and stared at the screen with an intoxicated look on his face.
In fact, Chapter 12 of Li Qingran's Sword Canon is already a glimpse.
He just wanted to watch the sword dance again.
Swish, swish, swish——! The girl on the screen held a white string in her hand and raised the sword with a crane. She moved lightly with a heroic posture. She made several sword flowers in her hands. Her dress fluttered, and the gleaming sword light was like the first snow in the sky.
Chen Huai'an was so fascinated by the show that he forgot the time.
He also did not notice the fatigue on the girl's face.
By the time the Twelve Swords Dance was over, Li Qingran was already sweating profusely. The pajamas she was wearing were thin to begin with, and the material was transparent, which immediately feasted Chen Huai'an's eyes.
"Master, Qingran, how about Qingran's sword move?"
Li Qingran sheathed the sword, held the hilt tightly with her right hand, and lifted her skirt with her left hand to hide the sword lying on the ground behind her skirt. She tried to look calm, but her rapid breathing and flushed face could not be concealed.
A drop of sweat slid from her eyebrow to the tip of her delicate little nose, and then fell to the corner of her lips, making her feel itchy. She quickly stuck out her little tongue and licked it off.
뇾Toes thought, she knew how vicious she was.
The spiritual energy was completely consumed, and even the last two chapters were out of shape. He just held on to his energy and endured the discomfort of his body to force himself to finish.
Li Qingran stared at the ceiling.
She knew that Master was looking at her; she could feel it.
But why did Master take so long to talk?
Do you think she is doing a good job?
Outside the phone, Chen Huai'an calmed down his inner restlessness.
【No mistake, try again! 】
Hearing the praise from the master, Li Qingran's eyebrows curved, and his heart was sweeter than eating honey.
Most of the fatigue in my body seemed to have dissipated.
Is this the moment she's been waiting for?
Anyone who approves her is far better than Master who approves her and lets her open her eyes.
"Master, I am stupid. It took me six hours to get the initial glimpse of the technique. If it were you, I'm afraid you would have achieved some success in half an hour." Li Qingran leaned lightly against Su Xian, with his fingers facing his chest, a pink smile hidden in his lowered eyes.
She was still reluctant to let Chen Huai'an go, so she could only find some random topic to talk about.
Oh, look at what this means.
Chen Huai'an just felt ashamed.
He practiced the Green Lotus Sword Classic for a long time.
If he had used the helmet once to remember the basic movements, it would probably take at least a week for him to be able to truly teach.
[Ahem, disciple, I must be modest. I am very satisfied that you can take the first look in six hours.]
"Then, how long has the master been here?"
【Hmm... ahem... half a minute. 】
"Wow, Master is Master, I must work hard to be like Master!"
Chen Huai'an felt his face burning with panic as he looked at Li Qingran, whose face was full of admiration.
He chatted with Li Qingran for a few words, then retreated in a panic. After playing a few sets of moves, he was also very hungry.
Li Qingran did not continue to pester Chen Huai'an.
Instead, she obediently took a shower and changed her clothes. She did not choose to rest. As soon as the fatigue in her body dissipated a little, she immediately sat cross-legged to meditate and recover her exhausted spiritual power.
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At the same time, on Luoxia Peak—
"Hey! Have you heard? The new junior sister has spent half a day to decorate a beautiful room and has ten spiritual fields!"
"What? A flying sword!"
"Have you heard? The new junior sister comes with a beautiful room and fifty spiritual fields!"
"Great news! The new junior sister has opened up a hundred spiritual fields and built a fairy palace in just half an incense stick!"
"Wulian Tianzun, you know that the new junior sister has the Yunduan Fairy Palace and a hundred acres of fairy fields! She also caught two blue dragons as pets!"
"What? It's fake!"
"Let's go! No matter if it's true or not, let's go and take a look!"
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Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh——!
Suddenly, the sound of flying swords came from outside the window.
Li Qingran was startled.
I quickly got up, opened the window and checked.
Outside the window, I saw sword cultivators flying all over the sky. They were dressed in hunting robes and stepped on colorful flying swords, surrounding the entire top of Luoxia Peak. They were all disciples of the Sword Pavilion, and even the Sword Pavilion's master and elders had all come.
"This, this, this, this...what are you doing?" Li Qingran's face turned pale with fright, his mind went blank, and he subconsciously closed the window, squatted down against the wall, and held his head in defense.
"Junior Sister Qingran, don't hide, we all saw it!" Senior Sister Yue Qianchi's voice was heard outside.
What did you see?
Li Qingran's mind became even more confused, and everything went blank.
Did you see that her master gave her special treatment?
She was still wearing pajamas in front of Master?!
Is there a frog and lotus bellyband underneath the pajamas?
She's not wearing stockings, just bare feet?
Ah... Master, I'm so embarrassed!
"No matter how hard you try to hide, the spiritual field in your room will be taken back. Come out quickly!"
"Oh..." Li Qingran breathed a sigh of relief.
But then 뀞꺗 followed suit and brought it up.
What are these people doing standing outside?!
Then I think of the domineering style of the brother of Jian Ge...
She pushed the door open nervously, her hands pressed against the door like a crab protecting a conch house, and looked at the Sword Pavilion disciples floating above their heads, almost anticipating what would happen next.
All the disciples from Luoxia Peak should be here, right?
Yes, you really want to steal her room! ?
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