Immortal Martial Era, 18th of March.
It was evening.
Ye Ping had already been in the Qingyun Dao Sect for 15 days.
Ye Ping had completely comprehended all 1,460 sword moves of the Four Thunder Sword Techniques.
In other words, Ye Ping had completely reached the peak of this set of sword techniques.
Now, he was going to comprehend the sword momentum.
The so-called sword momentum was a kind of Sword Dao momentum.
There were 1,460 sword moves in a set of sword techniques, and if he were to execute all of them, it would be like doing radio gymnastics. Each move would be very stiff.
However, there was no need for that to condense the sword momentum. As long as one stabbed with the sword, it would be equivalent to adding all the moves of the entire set of sword techniques into one move.
Hence, the sword momentum was very important as each move was equivalent to a set of sword techniques.
As for the sword intent, it was a more high-end existence.
Powerhouses with sword intent did not need to use their swords at all. They could just stand there and suppress their enemies.
Hence, the sword intent was the most profound.
Ye Ping spent 15 days to comprehend the entire set of sword techniques, and he believed that he would be able to comprehend the next sword momentum soon.
However, Ye Ping was not arrogant because he knew that the reason why he could achieve that was entirely because of Su Changyu.
Without Su Changyu's sword mark, it would be difficult for him to comprehend it.
Ye Ping would remember the kindness of those who dug the well when he drank water.
He thought about how he participated in more than 50 Grand Immortal Ascension Meets half a year ago, but none of the sects wanted him. That made Ye Ping feel terrible. Now that the Qingyun Dao Sect did not despise him, Ye Ping naturally remembered their kindness.
At the thought of this, Ye Ping couldn't help but look at Su Changyu who was on the cliff not far away, his heart filled with admiration.
"Eldest Senior Brother."
Ye Ping called out.
Su Changyu sat on the cliff for several days in a row.
He didn't know what was wrong with him recently. He was fine during the day, but when it was close to night, he would somehow feel melancholic.
Perhaps it was because he had suffered a blow, or perhaps it was because of Ye Ping's heaven-defying aptitude that made him doubt himself. He wondered if he was not suitable for cultivating the Sword Dao.
However, at this moment, Su Changyu heard Ye Ping's voice and couldn't help but turn around.
"What's the matter?"
Su Changyu's expression was calm.
"First Senior Brother, I've already comprehended all 1460 sword moves. I'm here to inform you."
Ye Ping, who was below the cliff, said calmly.
After he said that, Su Changyu, who was already depressed, felt even more upset.
He was so jealous.
However, he could only silently feel sour. Most importantly, Ye Ping was clearly very strong, but he acted like he was a noob.
On the other hand, he was clearly a weakling, but he still had to act like he was strong.
No matter how thick one's skin was, it was hard to resist.
"Then have a good rest. Don't work too hard. We cultivators need to know how to strike a balance between work and rest. As the saying goes, more haste, less speed. You should understand this, right?"
After a while, Su Changyu told Ye Ping to rest for a while. At the same time, he was very emotional.
Geniuses weren't scary. What was scary was that geniuses were hardworking. This was what made people despair.
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother."
Under the cliff.
Ye Ping nodded.
For the past fifteen days, he had indeed been diligent and diligent, neglecting to eat and sleep. He had not had any time to rest at all.
Although he had to be diligent, it wasn't good to be too diligent. He had to take a break at the right time.
Alright, I'll give myself an hour off.
Ye Ping nodded and then sat on the ground to clear his mind.
He looked at the Qingyun Dao Sect.
The sunset glow swept across the horizon, and the Qingyun Mountain Range was illuminated in a faint red color. Everything was silent and poetic.
At this moment, Ye Ping stretched his waist and glanced at the beautiful scenery of the Qingyun Dao Sect. He then couldn't help but speak slowly.
"The sunset glow covers the Qingyun Peak, and the high and low mountains are red."
"I'm willing to learn the Qingzhou cultivation technique and take advantage of the weather."
Ye Ping said.
He couldn't help but recite a poem.
It was written by Lin Yongzhong, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty.
However, Ye Ping changed it slightly and changed the Zhurong Peak to the Qingyun Peak. He also changed the Lingyang cultivation technique to the Qingzhou cultivation technique.
It was a small change, but the intent remained the same. That was probably the highest realm of plagiarism.
Ye Ping was slightly proud of himself.
Although he was a good-for-nothing in the world of immortal cultivation, he was considered a little famous in Jin Nation, right?
However, Ye Ping was indeed being modest. He was not just a little famous in Jin Nation.
Saying that every word was worth a thousand taels of gold would be an insult to his status.
The nobles of Jin Nation loved the zither, chess, poetry, and painting the most. Coincidentally, Ye Ping was their idol. Hence, if it weren't for the fact that this was a world of immortal cultivation, Ye Ping would have been able to do well in Jin Nation.
However, Ye Ping didn't regret it at all.
In his eyes, all other things were inferior, and only cultivation was superior.
At this moment …
Su Changyu, who was standing on the rear cliff, moved slightly.
He changed his posture and looked at Ye Ping.
Firstly, his legs were numb.
Secondly, Ye Ping's poem just now caught his attention.
Su Changyu was uncultured.
However, he could tell that Ye Ping's poem was good.
Thinking about Ye Ping's origin, Su Changyu couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Little Junior Brother, I heard from Sect Leader that you were a scholar before you came up the mountain?"
Su Changyu asked.
"Senior Brother, I'm considered half a scholar."
Ye Ping hurriedly answered, not daring to be arrogant.
"Half a scholar?"
Su Changyu was curious. 'What do you mean by half a scholar?'
"I haven't obtained a scholarly title yet, so I can only be considered half a scholar."
Ye Ping immediately answered without keeping him in suspense.
"Oh." Su Changyu nodded. He didn't really understand.
However, Su Changyu continued to ask.
"Little Junior Brother, do you know how to paint?"
Su Changyu asked.
"I know a thing or two."
Ye Ping said humbly.
"Draw a painting for me then."
Su Changyu didn't suddenly think of it, but he just felt that if Ye Ping knew how to paint, he would have something to brag about when Ye Ping really became successful in the future.
The best Sword Immortal in Jin Nation had painted for him before.
Su Changyu didn't have many hobbies and his only hobby was to pretend to be impressive.
"Okay, Senior Brother, wait a moment, I'll go get a brush and ink."
Ye Ping nodded.
He was good at painting and sketching, but he wasn't interested in it. In his previous life, in order to pursue a goddess, he joined a painting club and practiced hard for three years before finally learning how to paint. However, the goddess ran away with a rich second-generation heir.
Hence, Ye Ping understood something.
Learning to paint couldn't save him from being single.
Soon, Ye Ping returned with a brush, rice paper, and an inkstone.
He had brought those things with him before he went up the mountain, but he didn't have a place to use them.
After fetching the ink, Ye Ping looked at the sunset seriously and then at his Eldest Senior Brother before starting to paint.
Su Changyu didn't think much about it and simply stood up, quietly gazing at the sunset.
Two hours passed.
He was done.
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