After that meal, Xiang Shu never mentioned Incense Hall in front of Luo Qingyun again.
Time passed bit by bit in the leisurely training time of Wanjianmen.
In the blink of an eye, a year has passed by.
This year, while Xiang Shu steadily improved his cultivation, his life was not boring.
Although Wanjian Sect is a small family and has a small business, its inheritance is not much worse than that of the five major sects. Inside the seemingly ordinary Sutra Pavilion, there are many sword-cultivation experiences left by our ancestors.
There are thousands of kinds of people, and there are also thousands of different swords. Every time Xiang Shuo finds a new book, he will be pleasantly surprised. After studying and reading it, he will always have new insights.
What is recorded in the experience is what one person feels, some are good and some are bad. Xiang Shu has the sword intention as a verification, and he can eliminate the bad and retain the good.
This process requires repeated verification and cannot be rushed. Fortunately, Xiang Shen was not in a hurry, and could even be said to enjoy it.
One year has passed, and her apparent age is only eleven years old. Now her cultivation, methods, and state of mind are shocking to the world at any time.
And this year, she has not been blind to what is going on outside the window. Dongzhou is relatively stable under the control of the five major sects, and no major incidents have happened.
Before she understood the origin of the Incense Palace, she was not prepared to intervene hastily, lest she get burned.
On this day, Xiang Shu came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion again.
In the past year, Xiang Shen had been the most frequent visitor. The old man guarding the Sutra Pavilion recognized her from afar, opened the door directly, and waved her hand to let her in.
"Thank you, elder."
He thanked Xiang Shu sweetly and disappeared through the door under the old man's kind eyes.
Entering the pavilion, Xiang Shu had a faint smile on his face and walked to the floor where sword books were stored.
Even if the disciples of the Wanjian Sect do not have the talent for swordsmanship, most of them will use the sword as their main means of fighting enemies. Therefore, there are often people coming and going on this floor, and it is the same today.
All the disciples were immersed in the classics. They were quiet. Xiang Shu didn't bother him. He went to the last bookshelf and took out the next book. After reading it twice, he picked up his pen and copied it on the jade slip. .
In fact, she had explored this level of cultivation experience with her spiritual sense a year ago, but the experience was not as good as the travel notes. She needed to ponder and understand them. Even if she roughly knew the contents, she still had to read them one by one.
After about tea time, another young man came up the stairs.
The young man had a cold face and walked silently.
The other disciples who were still selecting the classics saw their expressions change slightly, and each of them secretly transmitted messages.
"It's Xiang Jianjue!"
"Stay away from him."
"Who did Junior Brother Jianjue learn this stinky face from?"
In the eyes of the elders, Xiang Jianjue is the hope for the future of Wanjian Sect, but he does not seem to be popular among his peers.
Unknowingly, this floor became quieter.
Xiang Jianjue seemed to have been used to such scenes for a long time. He walked to a bookshelf with a normal expression, touched the top of the books with his fingertips, and suddenly paused in the empty space.
The classics he wanted to read were missing.
Someone is teasing me?
Just when this thought came to his mind, he saw a small hand reaching out in front of him and filling the gap at his fingertips.
Xiang Jianjue stared at the profile of the owner of the little hand, and he recognized this woman.
It's Luo Shen.
The elder brother said that her talent was not inferior to his.
He held the book between his fingers and looked through it, looking at Xiang Shu with a hint of displeasure in his eyes.
He remembered it correctly. This book required a master of swordsmanship to barely comprehend its true meaning.
Thousands of tall buildings have risen from the ground, and this is especially true for swordsmanship. No matter how powerful the talent is, it takes time to accumulate insights.
If I remember correctly, this man named Luo Shen has only been a beginner for a year, and his mental skills are still stumbling. Where can he find the energy to learn the sword again?
Xiang Jian didn't say much. He picked up his pen and concentrated on copying.
He didn't like to meddle in other people's business, he just felt a little more disgusted with this genius who was as famous as himself, that's all.
Xiang Jian Jue didn't pay attention. Xiang Shu was immersed in his thoughts and didn't even notice Xiang Jian Jue coming from the beginning to the end.
Dang Dang Dang——
The bell for closing the pavilion rang outside the pavilion, and all the disciples went downstairs in an orderly manner, throwing the jade slips in their hands into the stove in front of the door and destroying them.
It was Xiang Shu's turn to throw the jade slip into the stove, turn around and write down his name.
The charm contained in the sword classics is unique and helps disciples understand, so they are all original. When disciples come to read it every day, they need to copy and destroy it.
Although this is troublesome to do, it not only saves the original loss, but also prevents the Sword Classic from spreading, which is a good way.
Coming out of the Sutra Pavilion, it was the time of You.
Xiang Shen looked at the sun still hanging high in the sky. The days were long in summer and there was still an hour before dark. She thought for a while, turned around and went down the mountain without going back.
When there was no one around, Xiang Yu waved his sleeves and the sword light flashed under his feet. He rose up from the ground and fell into another unexplored beautiful mountain peak in a few flashes.
Following the Qi induction, Xiang Shu came to the place with the strongest spiritual energy, above a deep pool.
Just as she was about to fall, her expression suddenly changed and she ducked into a cliff above the pool.
After clearing his field of vision slightly, Xiang Shu watched with great interest the young man practicing his sword selflessly by the pool at the foot of the mountain.
The sound of the sword roared, the young man's sword posture was agile, his moves were continuous, and his murderous intent was hidden.
Very much like myself back then.
This scene is somewhat pleasing to the eye.
Xiang Shen didn't plan to change places, so he sat down on a raised stone. With a flash of golden light in his sleeves, he set up a soundproofing ban. Then he calmed down and meditated.
The young man at the foot of the mountain was unaware of what was happening above. He was still sweating and practicing his sword hard. The young man's crisp shouts echoed on the cliff.
An hour later, it will get dark.
Sitting cross-legged on the cliff, motionless, Xiang Shen's eyelashes trembled, and his eyes suddenly opened.
There was a flash of light in her eyes, and she stood up and was about to leave, but when she lowered her eyes, she saw that the figure by the pool at the bottom of the mountain was still there.
Xiang Jianjue's sword was much slower than it was an hour ago, and there were many mistakes, but Xiang Shu still saw something familiar.
Suddenly, Xiang Jianjue's wrist shook with strength, and the spirit sword in his hand flew away for a distance and fell staggeringly to the ground.
Failed again.
Xiang Jianjue had extremely obvious disappointment on his face, and instead of picking up the spirit sword, he sat down and stared at the pool blankly, silently.
No shadow?
Xiang Shen looked at it and was surprised in her heart. Combined with the different sword postures she learned in the previous moves, she could easily identify that this was the first move of "Flying Sword Technique, Shadowless".
Where had Xiang Jianjue seen her moves before?
She had taken a glance before and found that this boy had reached the peak level of swordsmanship at a young age and was indeed good material for practicing swordsmanship.
However, not to mention the internal training of mind and charm, even if you only learn the shadowless form, you must at least have the mastery level of swordsmanship.
He raised his eyebrows lightly. He was undoubtedly wasting time and delaying his own cultivation. Do the people of Wanjianmen know this?
He probably didn't know, otherwise this kid wouldn't be hiding here alone practicing his sword.
Seeing the young man slowly picking up the sword and starting to repeat the move, she narrowed her eyes and turned around to leave.
In the next period of time, Xiang Shu continued to come here to meditate and practice, and every time he could see the figure beside the pool.
It can be said that Xiang Jianjue practiced swordsmanship diligently, but there was always a sense of impatience surrounding his sword aura that he couldn't get rid of.
The bottleneck of the rough access realm has grown over time. Instead of being broken, there are signs of becoming more stable.
Xiang Jianjue practiced shadowlessness again, and when he mixed the spirit sword with his true energy, he could only fly three feet away before falling down.
He stared blankly at the spirit sword lying quietly by the river, and bowed his head to Jian Jue, completely losing his usual coldness and arrogance.
Everyone says that he is the number one swordsman genius of the younger generation in the East Continent’s cultivation world, and the hope for the future of Wanjian Sect, but why... he has only reached the rough sword realm before encountering an unprecedented bottleneck?
In fact, he couldn't even learn a single move from that person.
He knew that there must be something wrong in his cultivation, but in the whole Wanjian Sect, apart from him, there was no other serious swordsman. He had no one to ask except reading the classics.
His senior brother once asked him who he most wanted to be his teacher, but he didn't respond. It's not that his eyes are too high, but after seeing the image of the evil senior in Siji City, all he can see in his eyes is the stunning sight of that sword-killing pill formation.
Senior Brother once said that the seniors at that time who were similar to him were already able to kill Jiedan like a dog! But now, he can at most compete with the mid-stage Foundation Establishment, which is too far behind.
Xiang Jianjue took a deep breath, stood up, picked up the spirit sword, and started practicing again.
Xiang Shen stood high and watched indifferently. She could see the distress in the young man's sword, but she was not prepared to do anything.
Cultivation has always been a personal matter, and sword cultivation is even more so. If you can't even overcome this small hurdle, no matter how high your talent is, it will be useless.
Another evening, Xiang Shu came to the cliff and glanced down at the pool out of habit, but the young man who used to practice swords was nowhere to be seen.
Did it go down the mountain, or did it go somewhere else?
She didn't pay attention and concentrated on practicing. It wasn't until it was getting dark that she got up and headed back home.
Walking to the midway of Yunlong Peak, Xiang Shu suddenly saw many children gathered in front of the small hall not far away, talking in low voices.
"Xiang Jianjue, I've already seen him unhappy."
"He usually has his eyes set high above his head and doesn't care about anyone. Now that his secret training has gone astray, the sect will definitely not let him off lightly."
"Don't say that. Senior Brother Jianjue has a cold temper, but he is a nice person. I have never seen him bully others. It was always someone who took the initiative to provoke him."
"..."
Xiang Shen listened, his heart moved slightly, and he turned around and leaned over. A wisp of forbidden spiritual consciousness floated out at the same time, and penetrated through the gap in the small hall.
Not long after, the situation in the palace was transmitted through spiritual consciousness.
This small hall is usually used by the disciples to face the wall and think about their mistakes, but today there are only two people inside.
Lin Hai frowned as he read Xiang Jianjue's notes, with an angry look on his face: "Jianjue, what on earth do you think?
I know that you have always admired Xiang Shen so much that you even named yourself after her surname, but look what you are doing?
Just based on an image from that year, do you want to restore Xiang Shu's killing move? It’s simply unreasonable! "
"I don't."
Xiang Jianjue knelt on the ground, his tone was stubborn and low: "I never thought about restoring the move of Senior Xiang Yu. I just wanted to understand the true meaning of the sword from it."
