If Uncle Zhong's bladesmanship was like a thunderbolt, fierce and domineering, like a torrential river flowing through the nine heavens, then the bladesmanship taught by Han Zhitian today focused on continuous growth. However, it was exquisite. Han Xiao and Jin Ling 'er felt their heads swell and their minds faint after watching it for a while. As a result, the three of them had to close their eyes to digest the moves after watching for a while. However, when they opened their eyes, they realized that Han Zhitian's moves were similar to the moves they had demonstrated when they closed their eyes.
Han Xiao and the other two were sweating profusely. Han Xiao gritted his teeth and tried to open his eyes to see Han Zhitian's moves, but his heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest. The veins on his tightly clenched hands popped out, and the sweat that flowed down the corners of his eyes into his eyes was so sore that Han Xiao couldn't even feel it. He only felt like a thousand-pound boulder was pressing down on his chest, and he couldn't breathe no matter what.
In Han Xiao's eyes, the saber technique his master was practicing seemed real and illusory. It was sometimes fast and sometimes slow. The saber light that filled the sky seemed to be slashing at his heart. He wanted to dodge, but he could not even move his fingers.
Ah!
Han Xiao subconsciously looked up at the sky and let out a long whistle. The whistle was endless, scaring away countless birds on the mountainside. Han Xiao opened his eyes and saw Exquisite and Jin Ling 'er sitting cross-legged behind him with pale faces. Their faces were flushed and sweaty, while his master, Han Zhitian, stood opposite him with his hands behind his back. He sheathed his scimitar and was no longer practicing any saber techniques.
Han Zhitian was puzzled. He was about to ask his master a question, but before he could, he felt his vision go black. A sense of powerlessness and exhaustion surged in his heart. He staggered and was about to fall to the ground when he realized that someone was supporting him. He turned around and saw that it was his master's wife.
"Sit cross-legged and concentrate!"
Master's wife pressed on Han Xiao's shoulder, and a cold but not cold Inner Breath broke into her body. It flowed through Han Xiao's meridians and sorted out the chaotic aura in Han Xiao's body. Then, it surged into Han Xiao's spiritual altar. Han Xiao felt as if his spiritual altar had been drenched in a handful of cold water, and the fatigue and dizziness were swept away.
When Han Xiao opened his eyes, he saw Ling Long and Jin Ling 'er standing in front of him. Jin Ling' er was pouting, looking unhappy. Seeing that Han Xiao had recovered, Ye Shuangyue pulled him up from the ground and said to Han Zhitian,""Why did you use the power of your realm on a child?"
Han Zhitian rubbed his nose and said embarrassedly,""I couldn't help myself. Yes, I couldn't help myself.”After saying that, he cast an appreciative gaze at Han Xiao and continued,"Xiao 'er, not bad, not bad at all."
Han Xiao was a little baffled. He didn't know what the realm and power that his master's wife mentioned was, nor did he know what his master meant by 'not bad'.
Han Zhitian saw that everyone had recovered from the pressure just now, so he let Han Xiao practice the saber technique he had just practiced, practicing as much as he could remember.
Han Xiao didn't know what his senior sister and Jin Ling 'er's impression of the saber technique that his master had just demonstrated was, but he had no impression of the rest except for the first few moves. There was only the saber light that filled the sky in his mind.
Han Xiao saw that everyone was looking at him, so he could only brace himself and hold the short knife in his hand. He took a few steps forward and tried his best to recall the fighting style that his master had just practiced.
Han Xiao slowly picked up the starting stance and practiced the few stances that he had memorized. He carefully recalled them in his heart and slowly closed his eyes without feeling anything. His heart replayed the saber light that filled the sky when his master was practicing the saber technique over and over again, trying to find his master's true body in the saber light that filled the sky.
Rather than saying that he was looking for his master's true body, it would be better to say that he was looking for the scimitar in his master's hand in the sky full of saber lights.
Han Xiao had already maintained the posture of the last saber move that he had memorized for nearly an hour. In fact, it had only taken a few breaths for Han Xiao to finish practicing the few saber moves that he had memorized. However, it was during these few breaths that Han Xiao seemed to have fallen asleep and maintained this posture.
Jin Ling 'er and Ling Long were confused. Ye Shuangyue seemed to have sensed something and stepped forward to speak to Han Zhitian. However, Han Zhitian waved his hand to stop his wife. His eyes were fixed on Han Xiao as if he was a peerless blade.
Han Xiao felt as if he had gone mad. The time in the outside world only lasted for an instant in his heart. His heart slowly filtered the saber light. How could Han Xiao's current spiritual altar divine flame support the consumption of his mind?
Seeing Han Xiao's pale face, sweating profusely, and his stiff muscles trembling, Ye Shuangyue couldn't bear to see him remain in the same position. She didn't care about Han Zhitian, but she wanted to stop Han Xiao from continuing. Han Zhitian sighed slightly. He couldn't bear to let his wife go, but he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Just as Ye Shuangyue took a step forward, Han Xiao moved. His stiff muscles trembled as he took a step forward and slowly pushed the knife in his hand to the next stance. There was a slight hesitation in the middle, but he quickly swung the knife.
Just like that, Han Xiao's every move was very slow, like a child learning to walk. However, he maintained a coherent practice of the knife in his hand.
Han Xiao's consciousness finally found the saber in his master's hand among the saber lights that filled the sky. Although it was still very blurry, Han Xiao believed that as long as he stared at the saber tightly, it would not disappear again. In the beginning, he could only rely on his own vague feelings to follow behind his master. However, Han Xiao felt that the saber was dancing and showing its posture to him more and more realistically. In the end, there was only the saber left in Han Xiao's consciousness.
It was only when Han Xiao opened his eyes that he realized that he had already put the short knife in his hand back at his waist. Apart from seeing his master and master's wife looking at him with relief, Linglong and Jin Ling 'er had long been yawning.
Han Zhitian saw Han Xiao put away his knife and stood up. He quickly stepped forward to support Han Xiao, and his surging inner breath flowed through his body. Only then did Han Xiao realize that he was on the verge of collapse. His sea of vital energy was empty, and his spiritual consciousness was on the verge of cracking. However, what surprised Han Xiao even more was the surging true energy that came out of his body and the source of that true energy. It was his master's hands. Only now did Han Xiao feel the power that his master's hands, which were like a teacher's, should have possessed.
Han Xiao discovered that the true energy that had penetrated his body was following a path that he was all too familiar with, washing the meridians in his body over and over again. In the end, the true energy seemed to hesitate for a moment before leaving a trace in his body. After the trace of true energy left his body, it exploded in Han Xiao's meridians and then fused with Han Xiao's true energy without any rejection.
Han Zhitian looked at Han Xiao, who was sitting cross-legged. True Qi was easy to recover, but depleted divine sense was not so easy to recover. At this time, the sun was already high in the sky. Han Zhitian waved his hand to let Linglong and Jin Ling 'er go find Uncle Zhong to eat, but he walked to the edge of the cliff and looked at the sea of clouds in the distance silently. Han Zhitian didn't need to look back to know that the footsteps behind him were his wife.
Ye Shuangyue walked to Han Zhitian's side and held his arm."" You actually used a heavy hint on Han Xiao and the others. The Yin Yang School's techniques are too overbearing and strange." Ye Shuangyue did not finish her sentence, but the meaning behind her words was clear. She blamed Han Zhitian for being too rash and not caring about the child.
Han Zhitian knew what his wife meant, so he continued,""I know. I wanted to use the power of my realm to imprint the saber technique in their sea of consciousness, but Linglong and Jin Ling 'er couldn't accept it at the beginning and sealed themselves. Only Xiao' er held on to the instinctively closed sea of consciousness and opened a gap to withstand my invasion. I think you know how it feels. I didn't use heavy hints. However, it's almost the same. I used Heart to Heart. It's just that this cultivation technique has many restrictions. It's not easy to discover it. However, Han Xiao did not disappoint me.”
"Heart to heart." Ye Shuangyue mumbled the word as she looked into the distance with her eyes glazed over. Under the sunlight, her peerless face exuded an astonishing beauty. Unlike her usual heroic beauty, this was a rare feminine beauty that Ye Shuangyue had.
"In the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred years have passed.”Ye Shuangyue murmured. Although her husband did not answer her, Ye Shuangyue knew that he was thinking the same thing as her.
"Hehe, there is no time in cultivation. Everyone in the world says that cultivation can lead to longevity, but they don't know that cultivators don't experience as much time and love as people in the world. Moreover, there is no immortality on the road of cultivation.”Han Zhitian held his wife's hand and sighed,""After all these years, if we didn't have a daughter, what would we have left behind? The past hundred years of grudges are over, but I don't want my children to be like you and me and stay here alone for the rest of their lives. The outside world is dangerous, but it's also very exciting.”
Ye Shuangyue listened to her husband, and her face was sad for a long time. Finally, she said,""I'm destined to never enter the Humble Class again in this life. I think Father will never forgive this unfilial daughter of mine, but I've never regretted it. I just can't betray the sect. I don't know if it was right or wrong for me to teach Linglong the cultivation method, but Linglong is still a descendant of the Ye Family. However, Han Xiao and Jin Ling 'er are your and Uncle Zhong's disciples. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse to teach them. Although I can't teach them the supreme arts of the Humble Class, I still have a way to trick them.”
Han Zhitian held his wife's hands tightly and looked at Ye Shuangyue in surprise.""You finally figured it out? I knew it."
Ye Shuangyue rolled her eyes at her husband.""After looking at your method just now, I also thought of a method. It's just that the method is a little rough. I'm afraid they'll have to suffer. However, it's not possible now.”
When Han Zhitian saw his wife relent, he quickly said,""It's fine. A sword's edge is honed. There's no reason to be afraid of hardship in cultivation!”
In the afternoon, the sky was like a boundless sapphire, embedded in the top of their heads. The white clouds were like cotton, casting shadows on the mountains from time to time. Today was a sunny day, and the clouds that they were used to in the mountains had disappeared without a trace. Only a few white clouds floated on the top of the mountain in the high sky.
Standing on the Full Moon Platform, one could see the boundless mountains. The plants at different altitudes formed a strange mottled picture. From time to time, the faint cries of birds and animals could be heard.
If one were to look down from the sky, the Full Moon Platform would be like the fingernails of the Sky-piercing Peak. The few patterns on the fingernails were the houses of Han Xiao and the others. In the middle of the empty space stood Han Zhitian and his disciples. After Han Xiao finished his meditation and everyone had lunch, Han Zhitian continued to teach them the saber technique.
"This saber technique is the Wooden Door Defending Saber Technique. It focuses on being endless, ever-changing, and continuous. There were nine moves in the saber technique, and each move had nine forms. Each form had a different way of transformation. In the morning, I will practice the nine moves and nine forms. As for the changes between the moves, it will be up to you to figure them out and find the changes that are suitable for you. If I were to teach them all, I would be left with a bad reputation.”Han Zhitian didn't ask Jin Ling 'er for the Cold Moon Scimitar this time. Instead, he bent his fingers into a blade and practiced the nine moves slowly and coherently.
As Han Xiao watched, he verified it with the bladesmanship he remembered in his heart. Compared to the bladesmanship in his mind, the one his master was practicing now lacked the agility and charm. Thinking of the pressure on his soul in the morning, Han Xiao couldn't help but think of his master's words. No matter how brilliant a technique was, it had to rely on deep internal energy to drive its power. The human body was the foundation of cultivation. That was probably what he said.
He recalled what his master had said and the records of those cultivators who cultivated in the Dao techniques, drove talismans and swords, and cultivated spirits and ghosts. He really did not know how they cultivated.
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