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He raised his hand and slammed the folding fan shut, the bamboo ribs tapping crisply against his palm.
"In that case, let us treat each other with the respect due to fellow disciples! If you have free time in the future, I hope Miss Yin will not hesitate to offer you her guidance."
Let me also see the exquisite details of the academy's techniques.
Having said that, he bowed deeply to Yin Luoxia.
Her wide sleeves swept across the table like flowing clouds, and the jade bracelet on her wrist touched the fan ribs, making a clear, cool sound.
Before Young Master Liu Yue could finish speaking, he bowed respectfully to Li Changsheng.
Her wide sleeves swept across the blue brick floor like flowing clouds: "Congratulations, Master, on gaining such a talented disciple. As your senior brother, I should do my best to help."
Tomorrow at 3:45 AM, I will prepare a simple feast at Wangyue Pavilion to welcome Junior Brother Wei and wash away the dust of his journey.
Li Changsheng stroked his beard and nodded, a look of satisfaction appearing in his eyes:
"You're a very thoughtful child. Remember, bring Wei Changxuan to the training ground at the beginning of Chenshi (7-9 AM) tomorrow—I'm about to begin passing on my skills."
The next day at dawn, the training ground was shrouded in a pale blue morning mist, and the dewdrops on the grass shimmered with the sunlight.
Stepping on it leaves small water stains on the sole of the boot.
As soon as Wei Changxuan stepped across the vermilion threshold, he saw Li Changsheng standing with his hands behind his back in the center of the martial arts stage.
The hem of his Taoist robe fluttered gently in the morning breeze, and a pale blue spiritual aura surrounded him.
It blends almost imperceptibly with the morning light on the horizon.
Looking at the weapon rack to the side, Young Master Liu Yue was leaning against the gilded spear shaft.
The white jade folding fan snapped open, revealing the two characters "Ling Xian" on its surface, which appeared and disappeared in the mist. The mischievous smile on his lips was even more pronounced than usual.
"Junior Brother Wei, you've arrived just in time!" Young Master Liu Yue greeted him, fanning himself with a folding fan. With a flick of his wrist, he...
A pot of intricately carved sachet-shaped wine slipped from her wide sleeve, the amber liquid dripping like silk ribbons into a white jade cup.
The rising aroma, mingled with the fresh scent of grass and trees in the morning mist, wafted straight to the tip of one's nose.
"Try this Drunken Immortal Wine—this wine is soaked in rice for three weeks and sealed in jars for a hundred days; its taste is as smooth and mellow as spring tide."
Its aftereffects were like thunderbolts piercing the body; it truly embodied the spirit of a sword hidden in drunkenness, perfectly suited to the nature of your Thunder Tribulation Sword.
Wei Changxuan raised an eyebrow and took the wine cup, his fingertips tracing the subtle patterns on the rim. Before he could bring it to his lips...
Then a clear shout rang out from the east courtyard wall.
As I looked up, a crimson figure leaped into the arena like a streak of fire—the newcomer was wearing deerskin ankle boots, size 4.8.
Her outer robe was half-open, revealing a crimson outfit underneath; her black hair was loosely tied up with a matching hairband.
It was Janet and others who were with Wei Changxuan.
As she landed, the soles of her boots crunched over the grass, splashing dewdrops.
The ethereal shadows of vines from their sleeves had already wrapped around their wrists, and the morning light gilded the women's delicate faces, adding a touch of breeziness compared to yesterday.
Chapter 356 The Arrival of the Women!
As dawn broke over the training ground, Jing Ni, dressed in a striking red outfit, exuded a dashing and heroic aura, her soft whip twirling neatly in her palm.
She lightly leaped onto the weapon rack, the tip of her whip brushing against the copper bells, creating a series of clear sounds.
As he moved, the black hair fluttered, lifting a half-circle of red silk.
Now that Wei Lang has become a disciple, how can we be the only ones left out?
Before the words were even finished, the whip shot out like a nimble snake cutting through the wind.
It left a scorch mark the size of a bowl on the bluestone slab, and the nine silver bells attached to the end vibrated out tiny golden glints.
The alluring fragrance wafted in before her figure appeared.
The woman, dressed in a pale white gauze dress, moved with light, graceful steps, the golden bell on her wrist trembling in sync with her waist.
With her fingertips twirling a freshly picked 17-petaled peony, she hooked it onto Wei Changxuan's sleeve.
A vermilion dot adorned the corner of her eye, and her eyelashes shimmered like a spiderweb in the morning dew.
Do you know, my dear, that nine epiphyllum flowers bloomed in the west wing last night?
Her voice was sweet as honey, and her sleeve slipped down three inches.
The love knot wrapped around his wrist was revealed—it was the straw rope that the person had casually broken three days ago.
Mu Nanzhi's plain-colored skirt brushed against the dew-kissed grass tips, and the copper clasp of her medicine box gleamed warmly in the morning light.
She stopped three steps away, her fingertips gently pressing against her temples, ruffled by the morning breeze:
The Concentration Pill, freshly refined at dawn today, is still warm, and the Healing Ointment contains icy orchids from the snow-capped peaks.
Before she could finish speaking, Jingni's soft whip grazed past Wei Changxuan's ear.
Her fingertips trembled, and the medicine bottle almost rolled out of the bamboo basket, but the tips of her ears were three points redder than the crabapple blossoms at her temples.
Stop—Wei Changxuan smiled and spread his hands, morning dew condensing into tiny diamonds on his eyelashes.
Her hair was still adorned with the peony petals that she had just pinned up.
In the past, the martial arts arena was filled with the clash of swords, but today it felt like a grand banquet of flowers had been brought over.
He pinched the silver bell at the tip of Jingni's whip between his fingertips, the sound mingling with a seductive laugh and Mu Nanzhi's smile.
Brewed in the morning mist into a jar of intoxicating spring wine.
The sound of Master coughing came from afar.
Seeing the scene before him, Li Changsheng suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the martial arts arena was even more lively than that of a spring flower festival.
Li Changsheng laughed loudly, his laughter echoing clearly as he struck the bluestone slabs of the training ground:
Having made up my mind to burn my bridges, I'll have Liu Yue use the Mirror Flower Water Moon Technique to test you.
He brushed his sleeve against the bronze incense burner on the stone table, and amidst the rising sandalwood fragrance, his fingertips, dipped in tea, traced a yin-yang symbol.
The essence of the art of cultivating the tree lies in overcoming strength with gentleness, and in the continuous cycle of life.
The fierce power of your Thunder Tribulation Sword seems to be from a completely different world.
In fact, it subtly aligns with the transformation principle of the yin-yang fish eye.
If one can find the key to the balance between strength and gentleness within the illusion—
Before the words were finished, the bamboo cane struck heavily, startling the dewdrops on the moss below the steps.
Young Master Liu Yue gently waved his jade-shaped fan, the four golden characters "Boundless Wind and Moon" on the fan surface appearing and disappearing in the morning mist.
He tapped the fan ribs with his fingertips, and suddenly bluish-white smoke rose from the four corners of the training ground.
Like a tide, it washed over the swords on the weapon rack, and frost flowers condensed in the cracks of the bluestone bricks, forming a spiderweb-like pattern.
Junior Brother Wei, behold this mirage.
A folding fan unleashed a semi-circular arc of silver light, and countless sword-wielding phantoms suddenly appeared in the mist—they wore the same blue robes as Wei Changxuan.
However, his footwork carried the graceful charm of the Jiangnan sword school.
The trajectory of the sword tip plucking the dewdrop was exactly the same as the Seven Kill Sword Technique of the Thunder Tribulation Sword, but with an added touch of smoothness at the turning point.
The illusory figure spun and thrust forward, but the sword's momentum instantly transformed into a soft, swirling motion around the face.
The sword energy, like spring water overflowing a dam, enveloped Wei Changxuan's wrist.
Chapter 357 The Power of Illusions!
Upon seeing this, Wei Changxuan's expression changed slightly.
Instinctively, he swung his sword in a Thunderclap style, only to see the illusory sword suddenly split into thousands of willow branches.
The sword wind gently brushed against his face, without even breaking a single stray hair at his temples.
These illusions are all reflections of your sword techniques. Liu Yue lightly tapped her folding fan against her palm.
Dozens more illusory figures emerged from the mist, some wielding swords like dragons playing with pearls, others striking with swords like the wind whistling through bamboo forests.
The mystery of the Mirror Flower Water Moon Skill lies in allowing you to see the sharpness and power hidden within your own moves—
He suddenly raised his hand and threw out a folding fan. When the fan unfolded, it reflected the beads of sweat on Wei Changxuan's forehead.
It can also reveal the gentleness hidden beneath the fierceness...
The sandalwood suddenly turned spicy, and Wei Changxuan realized with a start that the mist had solidified.
Every breath was filled with the refreshing coolness of ice water.
The phantoms' sword strikes became increasingly dense, but they no longer launched direct attacks; instead, they guided his sword path with the tips of their blades.
Whenever the Thunder Tribulation Sword's aura was about to burst forth, a phantom would skillfully guide it to a side path.
He suddenly remembered the Tai Chi diagram that Li Changsheng had just drawn, and subconsciously reduced the force in his wrist by three-tenths.
The Thunder Tribulation Sword unexpectedly produced a graceful sword flower within its feint, neutralizing the illusory attack as easily as brewing tea with spring water.
In the distance, Li Changsheng's eyes flashed with approval, and with a light wave of his folding fan, the mist suddenly dissipated.
The morning light still shone in the training ground, but the tea on the stone table was already steaming. Indeed, to be able to comprehend the interplay of strength and gentleness within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
Li Changsheng stroked his beard and smiled, using the tip of his bamboo staff to pick up the dewdrop that Wei Changxuan had just split open.
The water droplets condensed on the tip of the staff and did not disperse, waiting for you to unleash the sword intent of spring breeze and rain with the Thunder Tribulation Sword.
That is when one has achieved some success in cultivating the skill of the bamboo.
The sounds of evening drums and morning bells drifted from afar. Wei Changxuan gazed at the calluses on his palms that had not yet faded.
Suddenly, I realized that the hundred or so moves I had exchanged with the phantoms in the illusion were more profound than the ones I had practiced swordsmanship on my own for three years.
Wei Changxuan gripped the bamboo scabbard of the Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword with his fingertips, a relaxed expression on his face.
As the first ray of lightning climbed the spine of the sword, the mist in the training ground suddenly condensed into ice crystals.
A cold shadow was cast on his brow bone.
The crisp sound of a sword being drawn startled the white doves under the eaves; a silver arc of light tore through the mist in an instant.
But the sword-wielding phantom only distorted like ripples on water.
A few specks of fluorescent light emanated from the shoulder where the sword's edge had grazed, only to coalesce back to their original state in an instant.