Wanjianmen majors in swordsmanship, so it's not surprising that Shuner has been exposed to swordsmanship at a young age, but... is this really the first time Shuner has been exposed to swordsmanship?
Luo Qingyun was surprised. Although she was not a swordsman, her eyesight was not such that she could not tell the quality of her swordsmanship.
When Chuan'er first practiced this sword technique, the movements were still a little jerky, as if he was not used to it. However, this bit of jerkiness soon turned into familiarity, as if he had practiced it thousands of times.
What she couldn't believe the most was that Chuan'er was able to improve her movements on her own during her first sword practice, turning a useless swordsmanship into something extremely brilliant.
Is it talent or...
Luo Qingyun's thoughts changed for a moment, and finally she couldn't help but said: "Chun'er."
Xiang Shen immediately sheathed his sword and stopped, looking back with bright eyes, "What's wrong, mother?"
Luo Qingyun looked slightly solemn: "Shuan'er, tell mother the truth, is today really your first day of sword practice?"
"Of course not."
Xiang Shu came over and sat down next to Luo Qingyun, wiped his sweat, and said with a smile: "When I am at home, I will sneak out to practice swordplay. I am really good!"
Luo Qingyun shook her head helplessly and sighed: "Can the swordsmanship you practiced today be the same as the random gestures at home?"
A glimmer of light flashed across Xiang Shen's eyes, and he suddenly asked: "Mother also knows swordsmanship?"
Luo Qingyun was startled for a moment, then the serious look on her face immediately turned away, and she said with a warm smile: "My mother is from a womanly family, how can I know these things? I just want to see you acting well, so I asked you a few more questions."
"That's it..."
Xiang Shu pretended to be suddenly enlightened and his mind changed slightly.
Luo Qingyun could see the weirdness in her swordsmanship, and she was indeed a monk. But for some reason, she wanted to hide her identity. Even in front of herself, she didn't want to reveal a word.
But Luo Qingyun didn't say anything, and she didn't force it, and she had plenty of ways to investigate.
With such thoughts flashing through his mind, Xiang Shen did not continue to test, put away the wooden sword, and said with a smile: "Mom, I went to the Scripture Pavilion to read, and I will come back in the evening."
Luo Qingyun agreed repeatedly, and after watching Xiang Yu leave, she felt relieved.
Shuan'er has been very smart since she was a child, and now that she has entered the Qi refining stage, her thinking is even sharper.
She pressed her palms to her chest, her expression gloomy.
Shuan'er's cultivation has just started, and her affairs must not be known to this girl.
…
At dusk, Xiang Shu came to the cliff and sat down as usual. When the wind swept his sword, he "saw" Xiang Jianjue cutting down trees in the forest.
Compared with the youthful demeanor of two days ago, Xiang Jianjue is now as embarrassed as he is.
His black sword uniform had long been torn by stones and branches, and his face was unkempt. I'm sure Lin Hai wouldn't recognize him now when he came over.
"drink!"
He shouted to Jian Jue and threw the wood into the water. Then he jumped into the water with a splash and dragged the wood to the foundation in the center of the pool. He climbed up on the foundation and sat down without any image, panting.
Xiang Jianjue let go of the wood and stared blankly at the half-built wooden house on the foundation, his eyelids chattering from exhaustion.
In the eyes of mortals, the foundation-building monk is already an immortal, but the senior master forbids him from using his true energy. He is really an immortal, and his physical strength is limited. What's more, he has not closed his eyes for twenty hours, and has always been Exerting intense physical energy.
I have never been so tired since I entered Wanjianmen.
In a daze, Xiang Jianjue even felt like going back to the time he was on the street ten years ago.
The illusion of begging.
Three days, two days have passed. In these two days, he couldn't spare any time to practice swordsmanship. He was even so tired that he couldn't remember the feeling of practicing swordsmanship.
Classics say that spiritual practice is like sailing against the current. If you don’t advance, you will retreat.
If he fails to pass the test of his seniors, he will suffer a big loss this time.
Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and struggled to get up, ignoring the wounds on his body that were aching from the river water. He dragged the logs with his hands and split them, and continued to build the wooden house.
Xiang Shen looked up from above, his eyebrows slightly raised.
This silly boy really has some tenacity, but it can be seen that he is still thinking about the gains and losses of practicing swordsmanship.
Thinking of this, Xiang Shen's thoughts moved slightly, and the sword wind surrounding Jian Jue immediately dispersed quietly and sank to the bottom of the water.
In the water is the foundation that Xiang Jianjue worked hard to build with stones. The foundation goes straight up and down. It seems solid and can support the weight of the wooden house, but in fact it cannot withstand the slightest wave of water.
This foundation honestly reflects the mentality of the young genius - eager for success.
Xiang Shen was not surprised. She had expected this day when she realized that Xiang Jianjue was just a child under sixteen years old.
The corners of her lips were slightly raised, and she pointed at a point in the void. The sword intent that sank into the water immediately rolled up the river water, turning into waves and rushing towards the underwater stone foundation.
It didn't take much back and forth at all, just a water whirlpool impact, and the fragile stone foundation of the fulcrum was instantly broken and fell apart.
The next moment, Xiang Jianjue, who was still building a house on the water, fell into the air with his feet, and with a "plop", he fell into the water along with the foundation.
boom! boom! boom!
The loose wooden houses turned into logs and fell into the water one after another. Xiang Jianjue dodged several logs in a hurry. Seeing another one coming towards his head, he subconsciously wanted to use his true energy.
Unexpectedly, the sword light flashed in the water and penetrated into his meridians along the pores, instantly blocking his true energy.
boom!
Xiang Jianjue had a big swelling on his forehead and felt dizzy. This time, I was hit so hard that I almost drowned in the water.
After struggling to swim ashore, Xiang Jianjue pressed his forehead and grimaced for a while. Then he looked at a piece of wood floating in the water, and was so angry that his eyes turned red.
He stood up suddenly, looked up at the surrounding cliffs, and asked angrily: "Senior! It was you who did it, right?!"
He originally thought that the other party would not answer, but unexpectedly, a line of arrogant gold characters quickly appeared in front of him.
"How is it?"
Xiang Jianjue's angry face was slightly stagnant, and then his anger became even more intense. He gritted his teeth and said, "Senior, if you don't want to give advice to this junior, just say so. Why waste our time?"
As soon as Xiang Jianjue finished speaking, the golden words in front of him were wiped away, and new content appeared again. There was a smell of dust between the lines.
"The advice is true, and the test is also true."
"But you, the Tanxin Island you built is so fragile, I can destroy it all in an instant just by stirring up the water waves."
"Even if you build such a wooden house, do you think it can pass my test?"
Xiang Jianjue stared blankly at the golden characters, speechless.
He wanted to continue to retort confidently, but his reason told him that what the senior said... wasn't wrong at all.
"Tall buildings rise from the ground. This is how you build a wooden house, and the same is true for your spiritual practice."
"You can't even do this little thing well, and you still want to be good at swordsmanship? Do you really think that you can do whatever you want if you are a genius in swordsmanship?"
"If you really don't want to continue, I'll do whatever you want."
Xiang Shu's words became sharp and sharp, like knives thrust into Xiang Jian Jue's heart, causing dull pain that made it difficult to breathe.
Xiang Jianjue's face was pale, but his eyes were shining.
The young man seemed to have washed away a layer of impetuosity in the scolding, and no longer thought too much. He just took a deep breath, knelt down, and said loudly:
"Senior, give this junior another chance. The wooden house built by the junior this time will be tested by the senior. Even if the senior stirs up a storm, the wooden house will not fall down!"
The golden characters paused and the next line appeared.
"This time it will be limited to seven days. If you fail to pass the test again, you should know what the result will be."
Xiang Jianjue perked up and immediately responded loudly: "Thank you, senior!"
Seeing Xiang Jianjue throw himself into the pool again, Xiang Shen ignored him and sat down to practice on his own.
During this period of contact, Xiang Shu fell in love with Xiang Jian Jue even more. The young man has an impetuous temperament, but fortunately he corrects his mistakes when he knows they are wrong. He has a decisive and straightforward character. It would be good to take him as his apprentice.
However, this thought only flashed through my mind and was quickly given up.
Not to mention that she has not yet mastered her own cultivation.
Due to the sensitivity of her identity, once exposed, she would immediately become a thorn in the underworld's side. Becoming a disciple to Jian Jue would only be dangerous but not beneficial.
And not only Xiang Jianjue, but the entire Wanjianmen will be dragged into the water by her.
It is best that this level of identity should never be exposed until she has sufficient cultivation.
Xiang Shen sighed softly, then stopped thinking about it and sank into practice.
And while she was concentrating on practicing, Si Wuyue, who was far away in Leng Zhuhai, finally waited for the day of judgment.
"In the past eleven years, the efficiency of the elders is really not low..."
Si Wuyue projected a thought on the high platform, and his cold voice echoed in the huge execution ground.
The expressions of all the elders present here were serious, and their expressions remained unchanged after hearing the words. Only a few of the younger generation's expressions changed slightly.
"Si Wuyue, don't say such arrogant words here. You can arrange it for all the elders in the sect?!"
Si Wuyue seemed not to have heard these words at all, and did not even glance at the person who spoke. A pair of narrow red phoenix eyes showed coldness, and he wandered arrogantly among the elders' table.
When the young man saw this, his face turned red with anger. It could be seen that the elders in the surrounding clan did not dare to be as arrogant and crazy as Si Wuyue, so they had to endure it.
The silence lasted for a long time, until the execution time was approaching, and finally someone could no longer sit still.
"Your Highness Wu Yue, you are the first saint son, why do you need to know the same thing as the last saint?"
An old man in the banquet said kindly: "After all, you are of the same race, and the blood on your body is from the same ancestor..."
"Since the blood of the same ancestor flows, why didn't the Fourteenth Elder come to persuade Yingzhao when he killed me?"
Si Wuyue smiled softly, but the smile did not reach his eyes, "Also, the blood flowing in my body is ancestral blood."
When the old man heard the word "ancestral blood", his expression changed slightly, "Your Highness, be careful what you say."
"Elder Fourteen, you equate ancestral blood with Yingzhao's lowly bloodline. Is this... a crime of disrespect?"
Si Wuyue opened his lips slightly, and his voice became colder: "Disrespect for the ancestors is one of the three major tortures in the clan. Elder, have you decided which one to choose?"
"No oak."
The middle-aged man at the top opened his eyes and said, "You have to be merciful and merciful. I have been guarding the sacred tree for thousands of years. How can you still be so murderous?"
Si Wuyue's expression softened slightly, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he spoke slowly: "This is what my uncle taught me. Elder Fourteenth, please remember to be careful with your words next time."
The fourteenth elder looked ugly and did not answer.
This little bastard really hasn't changed at all.
