"Let's learn the sword from the master!"
Youruo sighed again: "Today on the way to Xinghua Valley with my senior sister, we encountered a group of bandits who wanted to kidnap me and my senior sister. Youruo and them fought hard... and killed..."
At this point, Li Xiuyuan was speechless.
After a moment of silence, he asked: "You Ruo, how many years have it been since I left Tianxiang City?"
At present, Li Xiuyuan's concept of time is in confusion, and he can only ask himself, his disciple.
Youruo clapped his hands and said with a faint smile: "It didn't take long, only ten years."
"Ten years?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled when he heard this: "Fortunately, you haven't killed anyone in the past ten years. It seems that Tianxiang Academy has been too pampered towards you."
Youruo glared at him and shouted: "The year I met you, Youruo had a chance to take action, but my master took action for me... and then there was no chance."
"Master, you didn't teach Youruo swordsmanship well back then, which made me vomit countless times today."
Li Xiuyuan poured spiritual tea into the cups of both of them, then picked up a cup and sniffed it gently.
He smiled and said, "Drink tea while it's hot."
Youruo did not immediately go to hold the spiritual tea in front of him, but frowned and asked: "What kind of swordsmanship is master practicing now?"
"me……"
Taking a sip of the cold plum tea, Li Xiuyuan silently recalled the words of the female saint on Meishan Mountain, and couldn't help but feel a little confused.
Could it be that the swordsmanship he practiced was wrong?
Or is it because he practiced the Snow-Zhanying Sword before that he is now qualified to learn the sword-controlling technique of a saint from Yun Tianhong?
Seeing that Li Xiuyuan was stunned, You Ruo couldn't help but pulled his sleeve and asked: "Master, what are you thinking about?"
Li Xiuyuan sighed, looked at her and replied, "I'm wondering what kind of swordsmanship you can practice right now?"
A gust of mountain wind blew snow, and there were snowflakes blowing in the living room. You Ruo stretched out her hand to catch one.
Looking at the snowflakes melting in his hand in an instant, he thought for a moment and asked, "What kind of swordsmanship is master practicing now? You Ruo wants to learn the same thing as you."
Li Xiuyuan was stunned when he heard this.
While the mountain wind hadn't stopped, I stretched out my hand to catch a snowflake, hoping to look like it was in Meishan...
However, he found that he was thinking too much.
After leaving Meishan, he could no longer borrow the power of the saint. When Xuehua took it, he turned into water instantly like Youruo.
Sighing softly, Li Xiuyuan replied: "I want to do the same as you just now...drink two cups of spiritual tea first, and then talk about this issue later."
Seeing that You Ruo had not drank the spiritual tea he had brewed, Li Xiuyuan said calmly.
Youruo nodded, picked up the cup and took a sip.
Then he smiled and said: "It seems to be the same as the tea made by Master, but also seems to have some differences... Youruo likes this tea."
"If you like it, then have one more drink."
Li Xiuyuan silently added spiritual tea to the cups of the two of them, but he was thinking about his own thoughts.
The best good is like water, water benefits all things without any struggle...
It seems that I can only take Ruoshui's intention one step further and make my palms colder than the snowflakes. In this way, the snowflakes falling in my hands will not melt instantly.
You know, a snowflake is more difficult to master than a flower petal, or even a pine needle, let alone turning a snowflake into a sword to cut off a big tree in the mountains.
Unexpectedly, I wanted to take this snow-cutting sword to a higher level, but the female saint of Meishan gave me an impossible task in a blink of an eye.
The master and the disciple were each thinking about different things. Gradually, Youruo, who had drank two cups of spiritual tea, stopped saying anything and sat in front of the hall in a daze.
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, stood up, picked up a few pieces of charcoal and added it to the brazier on the ground.
As the flames rose, the room instantly became much warmer.
But at this moment, he took out his bamboo sword, walked outside the house, and reached out to catch the snowflakes slowly falling from the sky.
After a while, the bamboo sword became as cold as frost, and the snowflakes that fell on it did not melt. Try to imagine the bamboo sword as your own palm...
I want you to rise from the bamboo sword...
As soon as he thought about it, he gathered his consciousness and stared at the snowflake on the bamboo sword quietly. His eyes could no longer tolerate the falling snow that was coming all over the sky.
For a moment, the master and the disciple had an epiphany in the living room, holding teacups.
One stood under the eaves, dazed by the cold wind blowing in the mountains.
Youruo wants to understand Meishan's saint power from this cold plum tea, although she still doesn't know what a saint is.
They are both from Meishan Lingcha, but because of the different picking times, the saint's current state of mind is different.
What's more, because Li Xiuyuan stored it at different times...
Even every petal and spiritual tea is condensed with the breath of a saint, and this is especially important for Youruo, who has just broken through and is dedicated to seeking the truth.
In a different world, Li Xiuyuan could no longer borrow a trace of the saint's power from Yun Tianhong, and the snowflakes falling in his hands were no longer what he wanted.
So he understood that in the coming years, for Kendo, he was afraid that he would have to start from scratch.
If you want to wield a sword, you must first have a sword in your hand.
The petals of spring, the pine needles of summer, and the fallen leaves of autumn are all three things that cannot trouble him.
What he needs is to take one of the snowflakes that were turned into three thousand weak water and turn it into the piece of cold plum in his palm.
The wooden house in the wind and snow was quiet inside and outside. There was a hint of cold fragrance in the house, which penetrated into the wind and snow outside and floated to the bamboo forest in the yard, turning the cold air in the mountains into a mysterious one.
Li Xiuyuan, holding a bamboo sword in his hand, quietly stood up on a cedar tree.
The cold fragrance is scented but invisible, as untouchable as the snowflakes in front of you. It can only be carried with a bamboo sword, and it cannot be carried like the female saint.
Quietly, lying in the palm of my hand like petals.
"It turns out that the simplest things are the most difficult and tedious things."
For him, heaven and earth are his cages, for Snow Flower, his palm is hell... and his ultimate goal is to integrate his palm with the world of snow like a saint.
After understanding this truth, a faint smile appeared on Li Xiuyuan's face.
I no longer feel sad about practicing hard to cut snow.
I thought that if I hadn't practiced that sword-cutting snow to the extreme, I might not be able to understand the principles of the Meishan Female Saint on sword control.
Thinking about that moment when the black lotus turned into a golden lotus, I thought if I could cultivate my thoughts to be as powerful as the female saint.
This snowflake will not be a problem for me either.
The road to spiritual cultivation in the Tang Dynasty was long, and it was unknown how many years of wind, frost, rain, and snow it would take.
I have nothing to do. I just want to practice the power of this snowflake and realize the power of a saint.
If Li Xiuyuan took Xiao Ling'er, Long Potian and Long Qingyun realized the path of life and death on the Wanli River, and unconsciously cultivated a trace of yin and yang power.
Then, from this moment, he began to truly understand what the power of a saint is.
Use the power of heaven and earth for your own use without violating the rules of heaven and earth.
Perhaps, this is the true power of a saint.
I don’t know how much time passed before a Youruo voice came to my ears: “Master, are you in a daze again?”
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan gently shook off the snow on his body, and flicked the thick snowflakes off his bamboo sword with a wave of his hand.
He said quietly: "I'm trying to keep that snowflake from melting in my hands..."
Youruo didn't understand for a moment, so she looked at him and asked, "Master, can you do it?" At least in her opinion, she didn't seem to be able to do this at the moment.
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and said, "I can't do it right now."
Youruo reached out to catch the falling snowflakes in the sky and asked, "How can Youruo practice?"
Li Xiuyuan said gently: "You can try to use the power of water to integrate your hands and people with the wind and snow, and try to prevent the snowflakes from melting in your hands."
"Try to use your mind to imagine this snowflake as a sword, to cut down the dead branches in the wind and snow, or even the big tree..."
Taking a breath, Li Xiuyuan continued: "In this way, you have to spend ten years or even more time. As long as you can do this, it is a great thing."
"So master, no longer kills snow?"
Youruo sighed and said, "Senior sister said that when the master was in the lower world, his most proud sword was to cut snow."
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan said: "That is a sword technique that I have been practicing since I was a child. Without that practice, I would not have been able to understand the current sword intention..."
After spending a while, Li Xiuyuan made You Ruo understand the inevitable connection between the two completely different sword techniques of cutting snow and turning snowflakes into swords.
Then he took out an iron sword, drew it like lightning in front of her, and then slashed towards Luoxue in the wind.
Youruo exclaimed. Before she could see clearly how Li Xiuyuan was like a sword, the sword was already in her hand.
Quietly, Li Xiuyuan said seriously: "This is my own sword-drawing technique. Do you want to learn it?"
While Youruo was dumbfounded, Li Xiuyuan carefully explained the principles and practice methods of sword drawing to Youruo twice, until Youruo nodded to indicate that he understood.
Then he smiled proudly and said: "Think about it, while the enemy is still drawing his sword, your sword has already reached his eyes."
Stunned, Youruo was speechless.
She didn't know how to answer for a moment, but her master's stunning sword move made her eyes light up.
It turns out that the sword can be fired like lightning.
She was even thinking that if she met a bandit whose cultivation level was similar to hers, and if she practiced the sword-drawing technique taught by her master to the extreme, that sword would be...
She was suddenly looking forward to it.
After thinking for a while, he murmured: "I didn't expect that the master's swordsmanship is already so powerful. You Ruo will also practice such swordsmanship like the master in the future."
Li Xiuyuan laughed. He said: "First, practice the Zhanxue technique taught by your senior sister to cut fifteen snowflakes with one sword, and at the same time practice hard on the sword drawing technique."
"When these two are almost refined, you can use your water-like intention to try to integrate yourself with the wind and snow, and try to use your intention to turn the snow into a sword..."
There are more truths that Li Xiuyuan can't explain to You Ruo at the moment, because the two of them have different circumstances.
After speaking, he looked at her and said, "Now, you can try how to draw the sword."
You Ruo nodded and said seriously: "I want to try it."
The sky was full of wind and snow, and Youruo followed the method taught by his master, quickly pulling out the long sword from the scabbard over and over again, and then quietly doing it again.
"I don't want to think about going fast at the beginning. I want to keep the same speed and the same direction. Yes, that's it."
"Youruo Zhanxue is not like this. The speed of every sword you strike, every sword you strike, must maintain the same direction and speed."
"Master, this is so difficult." Youruo shouted.
For the first time, she discovered that the Zhanxue that her senior sister taught her was not the same thing as the Zhanxue that her master said.
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said seriously: "My brother, the sister and Nangong Ruyu you are going to meet in Xinghua Valley were practicing like me back then. Do you want to learn from them?"
For Youruo, Li Xiuyuan will not force her to learn swordsmanship.
You Ruo sighed and said: "Okay, I will learn from the master from now on..."
After two days of hard training in Yunqi Small Courtyard, You Ruo finally got a hint of how to cut snow with a sword, and found a hint of feeling in the sword-drawing technique.
Li Xiuyuan handed her a long steel sword and said quietly: "This is the only valuable thing on the master's body. Let this sword accompany you from now on."
Youruo took the sword with both hands, thought for a moment and asked, "Master, what kind of sword is this?"
Li Xiuyuan looked at her and murmured: "This is the sword of a saint."
A breeze blew into the living room, and the mountain breeze blew the snow, taking away the girl like the breeze...
