Chapter 295 Contradictory Fool
If you don’t know math, you just don’t know it. Even if you have ten teachers talking to you, you still won’t know it.
But Chugo does.
As long as Chu Ge doesn't get distracted by reading "Jin Ping Mei" and looking for underlines, doesn't waste time typing and fooling others, and focuses on practice, his progress will be enough to make his own son call him a fucking idiot.
After all, it was the world he created that best illustrates the word "tailor-made".
He only rested for one night, and the next day he went to challenge the third level again with great momentum. This time he stayed for a full hour longer than yesterday.
The Sword Testing Cave is not used to directly improve cultivation, but is for practicing with the sword moves left over from predecessors, as well as for comprehending various residual sword intentions. It is to increase the breadth of knowledge in swordsmanship and the depth of one's own understanding of various skills, as well as practical experience. This is a necessary accumulation for disciples of the Yunji Sect.
Lian Qiu Wuji and the elders would come in from time to time to comprehend various sword intents in order to gain more insights.
In Chu Ge's worldview, simple upgrades are meaningless and can only make you the target of challenges from people of higher levels. This worldview is honestly reflected in the various practice settings of the Yunji Sect, where various accumulations must complement practice.
From a certain perspective, it was his own fault, which prevented him from using cheats to quickly improve his cultivation. But from another perspective, this was actually the process that a creator should go through to fully and carefully understand the world he created. Its significance was no different from getting to know Xie Jiuxiao and Dabei.
Every sword intent, every sword technique, the ideas of the predecessors of the Yunji Sect that have lasted for thousands of years, each person's different understanding of the same sword technique...even every sword mark, is a story.
The deeper you go, the more this is true.
Chu Ge seemed to be able to see the figures of people in front of him, passing by in a flash.
The old man built a hut in the mountains, sat and looked at the opposite peak, letting the wind and frost carve his body, which remained unchanged for thousands of years. Suddenly, as if overnight, he clapped his hands and smiled: "I know."
In the thatched cottage, the Longyuan Sword rose up and broke through the clouds. Thousands of blades fell in the sky, and one of them was collected in the sword cave, engraved with this sword of a thousand years.
This is a special sword.
An old man stayed by the tombstone, sweeping the tombstone every day, gently stroking the tombstone, the sadness in his eyes seemed to be in front of him. One day, a strong wind blew, and the evil spirit rose. Someone came to report the news that an old enemy had come out of the mountain. The drunken old man looked back and grabbed the rusty sword that had been abandoned by the tombstone for a hundred years.
At that moment, the sword light was so bright that it shook the world. The world was stained with blood, and life and death were the same. The disciples of Yunji collected the swords here to commemorate their ancestors.
The sword of revenge.
There are people who are alone with a sword, singing and drinking wildly, and fighting across mountains and rivers for tens of thousands of miles. Chu Ge seems to be able to hear a voice that echoed from eternity ago: "The sword madman of the Yunji sect learns the sword of Tianhe" and "The sword madman of the Yunji sect learns the sword of Canghai". The sounds of "joy" seem to echo in his ears. There are thousands of sword wounds all over his body, which condense into articles of experience and classics in the Sutra Library, gradually filling the continuous pavilions and turning into mountains like swords, guarding the mountain gate.
This mad sword.
Chu Ge saw Qiu Wuji himself.
It's something she didn't write about in detail in her autobiography. Each era has its own theme. When Qiu Wuji rose to power, the confrontation between good and evil was already one of the themes. So when she wrote her own story, she only knew to write "a story about a heroine slaying demons and exorcising monsters"...
Conquering the world, slaying demons and monsters is a form of cultivation and chivalry. She didn't know how many evil demons she had killed and how many justice she had upheld. Looking back, there were many tombstones, some of them were friends, and some were enemies. Suddenly looking back, she was already standing on the top of the clouds, and the common people gradually left her, and outside the fairy mountain, she held a sword and asked the sky.
This is the sword of righteousness.
The sect has existed for thousands of years and heroes have emerged one after another. It is the meaning of the sword and the heart of the man.
The sword marks one after another are the bones of the sect and the soul of the inheritance.
The depth of a world-famous family is far beyond what the plot can describe.
So what about a world?
It’s not enough…
It took Qiu Wuji more than half a year to get familiar with the present world, but even so, he is still not very familiar with it and is still making up for some of his shortcomings.
Even if the world in the book was created by Chu Ge, how long would it take him to become truly familiar with it?
In short, just a few trips back and forth are not enough.
It’s still the same old saying, every little bit, every blade of grass and every tree, becomes more and more true in my heart.
In this sense, simple upgrading is the most worthless thing for him, and he does not need to upgrade.
After staying there for a night, Chu Ge felt that he had reached his limit. If he stayed any longer, he would be hacked to pieces by the swords, so he slowly retreated to the third floor.
Guarding the disciples is like looking at gods.
What a miracle this junior uncle is. He just crawled out yesterday with bruises all over his body, and stayed longer today, but only had some minor injuries, and he was able to walk out like nothing happened...
It all depends on your comprehension, understanding and mastery of swordsmanship to be able to calmly deal with different sword intentions. It does not depend on practice. Even if the sect master gives you initiation and practice, it is useless. How is it possible to increase so much comprehension of swordsmanship in one day?
"Well..." A disciple asked with difficulty: "Can I ask how did Junior Uncle-Master master so much sword intent and improve so much in one day?"
"This?" Chu Ge looked up at the moon and patted the disciple on the shoulder: "Find a master who will reward you."
Guard disciple: “?”
Our master will also give rewards...
Chu Ge looked at the sky and saw that Qiu Wuji didn’t come to pick him up. He shook his head and went back to the main peak tiredly.
Woohoo, you didn't even come to pick me up. Although I'm not injured today, I'm very tired... I'll ride my electric donkey to pick you up when you go out to practice...
When we flew near the main peak, we could hear the sound of a piano coming from the top of the mountain in the distance.
Chu Ge was stunned for a moment, then slowly landed on the edge of the cliff.
In the pavilion in front, Qiu Wuji was sitting in the pavilion playing the piano.
It was not the cassock that she often wore in the sect, nor was it the sleek sword outfit she wore for daily walking.
She was still wearing the same graceful long dress from yesterday, woven with light white clouds, soft and fresh, just like a beautiful older sister.
The sound of the piano was no longer the clear and passionate sound that she often played, which went straight into the sky like a sword. Instead, it became quiet and melodious, like the warm spring breeze.
Chu Ge felt that even the wounds on his body didn't hurt anymore, as if the sound of the piano had a healing effect, gently caressing his skin.
But in fact he knew that Qiu Wuji's playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting were not magic, but just skills.
It's just the artistic conception brought by her piano playing. The 10,000-year-old grandmother has reached the pinnacle of human skills in these techniques, just like her cartoons with bugs, which allow Chu Ge, who only has a slight knowledge of flute playing, to easily feel the meaning of her piano playing.
Tender, kind, loving, and approving.
And... that touch of affection, hidden in the various attitudes of being a teacher and a sister, is quietly expressed, just like the buds of the winter jasmine flowers that are about to bloom on the edge of the cliff.
Then the night became gentle.
Chu Ge stretched out his hand and a jade flute appeared in his palm, across his lips.
A hint of flute sound blended quietly into the sound of the piano, just like a butterfly quietly flying around the pistil, picking up a little pollen from time to time, trying to explore, lingering.
Qiu Wuji's cheeks gradually turned red, and he shook his lower lip lightly and glanced at him.
In Chu Ge's eyes, she was extremely charming.
"Zheng!" The sound of the piano suddenly stopped.
Qiu Wuji sighed helplessly: "You said you wanted to make peace, but you actually came to cause trouble. You ruined the good mood."
Chu Ge walked forward with a smile: "Flowers will always bloom."
"Don't give me that." Qiu Wuji said, "You performed well today. I noticed that you have immersed yourself in the sword intent and are no longer responding to sword moves in a stiff manner as before."
"Yeah." Chu Ge whispered, "I suddenly feel a little intimidated."
"how?"
"The weight of a world is beyond my control."
Qiu Wuji pressed the strings of the zither and murmured, "If it were an ordinary world, it might be so, but this is your world, and everything cannot be separated from your heart. You must have this confidence."
Chu Ge said: "Practicing like this is not a long-term solution. It will shorten your stay. You have to combine work and rest."
Qiu Wuji rolled his eyes at him: "You are trying to cheat for encouragement..."
Chu Ge smiled apologetically but did not answer.
Qiu Wuji stood up and pressed him against the pillar beside the pavilion: "Does it look good on me when I wear this?"
"Good, it looks good."
"I'm only wearing it for you to see." Qiu Wuji still used his jade finger to gently stroke his lips in his signature style, and said softly: "In fact... you should have discovered that the process of your cultivation is also the process of mastering the world."
"Um……"
"So have you thought about it... You taught me to understand the world before, which was essentially to help me get away from you. Now I am teaching you to practice, which is essentially to help you control me." Qiu Wuji said softly: "Chu Ge, are we... a pair of contradictory fools?"
"No." Chu Ge held her fingers, his eyes sparkling under the moonlight: "I just feel that there is no love more touching than this."
Qiu Wuji leaned forward and whispered softly in his ear, "Who loves you?"
Chu Ge said nothing.
Qiu Wuji's lips slowly brushed across his cheek and kissed him on the lips: "Being able to speak... this is a reward."
(End of this chapter)
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