"Master, please accept this disciple's kowtow."
Wang Lu successfully used this trick to cause a heavy loss of several tableware to the Misty Peak Cafeteria, which made the young chef somewhat lost her wits.
"How, how can this be? I just came to Lingjian School as a guest to learn, how can I overstep my authority and become your Master? Moreover, don't you Nine Regions people attach the most importance to the Master's inheritance? Wouldn't this damage the dignity of a Master!? "
Wang Lu smiled and said, "My Master doesn't even have a personality, how could she have dignity? Don't worry, no harm. "
"Em … But." The young girl obviously couldn't accept it.
Wang Lu didn't say much, he bent down and was about to kowtow again.
"Okay, okay, I understand. If it's just a swordsmanship practice, I have no problem. But, I'm not your Master, and you're not my disciple. "
Wang Lu smiled. "Okay!"
—
Thus, that afternoon, Wang Lu experienced the fierceness of this Western Continent girl.
In the Misty Peak Cafeteria, she had only been in Lingjian School for four years. During this period, she rarely went out and never showed her ability to outsiders. Therefore, even Wang Lu didn't expect that this girl was actually so powerful …
At the Misty Peak's training field, Wang Lu, armed with the Purple Soft Sword, faced the wooden sword wielding girl, put out all of his skills. Using the Soft Cloud Sword and Winding Step as the foundation, he blended all of his one month's experience in swordsmanship, combined with the ninth layer of the Non-Phase Sword Bone, as well as the eighth level Qi Cultivating Stage Core Method … When he went all out in defense, Wang Lu was confident that even a low-level Foundation Establishment Cultivator would have a big headache.
However, in the face of such a powerful defense of Wang Lu, the blonde girl only used three sword strikes to disintegrate it.
The first sword strike was straight at the top of Wang Lu's head. The wooden sword was as heavy as Mount Tai, which broke a hole in Wang Lu's defense on the spot! The second strike was still aimed straight at his head. The momentum of Wang Lu's sword was scattered, and his qi and blood were in turmoil. The third strike was aimed straight at his head, and the Purple Myrtle Flexible Sword flew out of his hand, causing Wang Lu's final struggle to end in failure.
After three strikes, Wang Lu was completely convinced.
The girl did not rely on pure brute force to win. Her strength was at most equal to Wang Lu's, but she was able to win with three strikes. These three strikes seemed simple, but who knew how many tricks were hidden in the subtleties!
At the same time, Wang Lu could see the uniqueness of the girl's swordsmanship from these three strikes.
According to the standard of Nine Regions, this girl was undoubtedly a very different kind of swordsman. Her swordsmanship did not have a well-formed routine. Just now, those three sword moves were just like a heavenly steed flying in the sky, but each sword strike fell on the vital point. Every movement of her whole body was exquisite and peerless … In a more vulgar way, it could be said that no move was better than having a move.
However, according to the Lady Boss's theory, how could there be any swordsmanship in the world that could surpass a move without a move? If one couldn't even practice the basic skill, then one might as well light a firecracker under one's butt. It was not that there was no swordsman who could surpass a move without a move, but the premise was that his swordsmanship had reached perfection.
The swordsmanship of the Western Continent was very different from that of the Nine Regions. There were not too many schools of swordsmanship, but after all, there was a quite mature swordsmanship system … Not long ago, the Lady Boss had nothing to do, so she explained the mystery of it to Wang Lu and personally demonstrated it. However, the blonde girl's swordsmanship was also completely different from those mature systems.
Quoting the Lady Boss's point of view again: In this world, if one wanted to enter the realm of no move was better than having a move without practicing swordsmanship, then there was only one way.
A veteran of hundreds of battles.
Even the Lady Boss did not want to be the enemy of those who reached the peak through this road.
In other words, this blonde cook was at least on the same level as the Lady Boss!
Of course, this could also be seen from her breasts …
All in all, with such a great expert around, there was no need to worry about the cultivation of swordsmanship. Just now, he was defeated in three moves, but after he closed his eyes to reflect on the three moves, he felt that he had gained a lot. Many conclusions that needed to be deduced countless times in his mind were naturally comprehended now.
"Again."
The girl smiled faintly and gripped her wooden sword tightly again. Then, she swung it down again!
This time, Wang Lu was still defeated in three strikes. However, on the third strike, the girl didn't aim for his head. Instead, she aimed for his chest.
After three strikes, the young girl nodded her head in satisfaction. "Not bad, not bad. Your comprehension is really good. With a disciple like you …" Halfway through her words, she realized that she had made a slip of the tongue and immediately shut her mouth. Unfortunately, it was too late.
Wang Lu suddenly jumped up. "Haha, you finally admit that I'm your disciple!"
The girl was flabbergasted. "… I didn't."
"Haha, you obviously have it! What's there to be shy about? I'm just taking in a disciple, not asking you to get married. You should just obediently obey me … "
"Hmph!" The girl didn't say anything else. She raised her wooden sword and swung it down. However, this time, she didn't limit her strength. With one strike, she knocked away Wang Lu's Purple Soft Sword.
"Hmph, how can a loser who can't even take one strike be qualified to be my disciple?"
"Damn, you're just acting shamelessly, okay!?"
"You talk too much!" She swung her sword again. The wind from the sword was so sharp that Wang Lu couldn't say anything.
— —
For the next month, Wang Lu began the harsh cultivation of swordsmanship under this unjustifiable master-disciple relationship.
The word "harsh" was not an exaggeration. The golden-haired girl wasn't a kind teacher. It could even be said that she didn't know how to teach her disciple. Her foundation in swordsmanship was excellent and she had received very orthodox training. However, what really allowed her to reach the peak of swordsmanship was the accumulation of thousands of battles.
Therefore, for her, the cultivation of swordsmanship was nothing more than actual combat. Therefore, the method she taught her swordsmanship was only one move: to let Wang Lu remember it with his body.
Simply put, it was to beat Wang Lu in every possible way, so that the other party would grow in pain.
As for Wang Lu, to be honest, he wasn't afraid of pain. Although every time he was hit by the wooden sword, he would wonder which old dog he had cultivated his Ninth Layer Non-Phase Sword Bone. Obviously, even a low-rank level 3 monster couldn't break his defense, so why was it that every time he was stabbed by the golden-haired girl's wooden sword, he would feel a heart-wrenching pain …
However, Wang Lu actually didn't mind the pain on his body. Because every time he felt pain, it meant that his swordsmanship had made great progress. The golden-haired girl was indeed not a qualified teacher, but Wang Lu was a superb student.
The only problem was that, in the Misty Peak's Martial Arts Practice Field, he had been beaten by a golden-haired girl for a month in a row, which made him lose a lot of face. Fortunately, Wang Lu was a disciple of the Non-Phase Peak, so he didn't care much about face. Although in the beginning, he was still criticized by the Misty Peak's inner court disciples, but later on, several Foundation Establishment disciples who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth came to challenge the golden-haired girl and were beaten by her with one sword strike … After that, there were no more nosy people.
One month passed by quickly. On this day, Wang Lu performed exceptionally. The Purple Soft Sword was shaken by him like a long whip, soft and flexible. The golden-haired girl attacked ten times in a row, and each sword strike had the power to split a mountain, but she couldn't break through Wang Lu's sword defense. Although in the end, Wang Lu found it difficult to continue, the girl nodded with satisfaction, retreated a few steps, and no longer attacked.
"Amazing, in just one month, you have progressed to this level, your talent is really amazing."
After Wang Lu blocked the ten sword strikes, his whole body relaxed, and he took a long breath. "This Three Feet Sword Defense, can barely be considered as the initial stage."
The golden-haired girl nodded. "With your current swordsmanship, it is almost impossible for ordinary people to break your sword defense. However, this swordsmanship is only suitable for the duel between martial artists. According to the standard of your immortal path, it can only be regarded as the entry level."
"It's good enough to be able to enter the entry level. In the future, I will slowly enrich and perfect it. At least, I have built a reliable framework."
The Non-Phase Sword Art was undoubtedly broad and profound. When practiced to the realm of his Master Wang Wu, a bamboo sword could resist all kinds of spells of a Daoist Master of Yuanying Stage outside the sword defense. That was truly the realm of one sword breaking ten thousand methods. Now, Wang Lu had only cultivated for two months, so naturally, he could not break ten thousand methods. However, the road was walked step by step. Now that he had reached the third layer, at least in the mortal world, he could barely be regarded as one sword breaking ten thousand methods.
For a month, although the golden-haired girl only used a wooden sword to fight with him, the wooden sword in her hand gave birth to endless changes. Sometimes it was as heavy as a heavy hammer or a giant axe, and sometimes it was as light as a silver chain or a golden bell. When Wang Lu fought with her, it was as if he was fighting against thousands of experts, gaining many precious experiences. This Three Feet Sword Defense was also initially formed under the continuous stimulation.
Indeed, from the current situation, it was only at the mortal world level. Under the Three Feet Sword Defense, it could block eighteen kinds of weapons, but it might not be able to block a fireball from a ninth level Qi Cultivating Stage cultivator … But as a basic framework, this was already good enough. With just a mere third layer, he could not expect too much.
Not to mention, if he really encountered a ninth level Qi Cultivating Stage fireball, why would he need to use pure swordsmanship to block it? Was the Ninth Layer Sword Bone and the Seventh Grade Qi Cultivating Stage just for show? When the time came, he could reach out and extinguish the fireball without the slightest bit of trouble.
In short, his Master's task could be considered to have been successfully completed ten days earlier than expected. It could be seen that he was indeed worthy to be a Void Spirit Root cultivator; he was born to create miracles and set records. With the completion of the task, Wang Lu could finally loosen up his tense heart for the past month.
Therefore, he finally could not hold back. He looked at the golden-haired girl and asked her a question that he had wanted to ask for a long time.
"Miss, what is your surname?"
The golden-haired girl was dumbfounded. The wooden sword in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
—
"... So you don't know my name?"
The girl sighed. She felt that in this one month, being a cheap Master was a bit of a loss! And as Wang Lu's disciple, he was indeed a bit heartless!
As she said in the beginning, she didn't come to Spirit Sword Mountain to be a Master. It's just that this Wang Lu was indeed to her liking. Moreover, his talent in swordsmanship was too good, so she couldn't help but feel itchy. Thus, half as a sparring partner and half as a Master, she decided to teach him.
Wang Lu also felt that this matter seemed a bit unreasonable. Looking at the girl's brilliant blonde hair, he tentatively said, "Um, Master Jin …"
Master Jin!? The girl felt that her vision turned black. It was quite similar to the time when she tasted her own dishes a few years ago.
"... Just call me Aya."
"Oh, hello Aya."
"Em …"
After a period of awkward run-in, the two were finally able to carry out a normal exchange.
What kind of exchange? It was nothing more than life experience and the like. Wang Lu had long wanted to ask, but it was inconvenient for him to open his mouth.
However, it was useless to ask, because Aya didn't intend to tell him those personal secrets. She simply answered the question.
"Aya, you have such a brilliant skill, you should be a famous big shot in the Western Continent. Why did you come here to be a chef? To promote the Western Continent culture and strengthen the food exchange? "
Aya said, "I didn't come here specifically to be a chef. It's just that there is something I need in Nine Regions, so I have to come."
"What is it? Elixir of immortality? "
"More or less …" Aya looked a bit sad. She shook her head and didn't say much. "In short, the Elders of Lingjian School have helped me a lot. They collected a lot of precious resources that I couldn't collect with my own strength. And I have nothing to repay them with, so I can only do what I can. "
Wang Lu found it hard to understand: Your so-called what you can do is to use your amazing skill to destroy the taste buds of Spirit Sword Sect's disciples?
However, before he could ask more, a heavy and loud bell directly blasted in Wang Lu's mind.
"What the hell!" Wang Lu jumped three feet high: This was the bell that gathered all the disciples of Lingjian School. Moreover, it rang three times in a row, which belonged to the relatively urgent level. Usually, it was a sign that the leader of the sect, Feng Yin Daoist Master, was going to come forward and make a speech.
This summoning bell was only effective for the disciples of Spirit Sword Sect. Although Aya was a distinguished guest of the sect, she couldn't hear it. Seeing that Wang Lu's expression was strange, she asked, "What's wrong?"
Wang Lu waved his hand. "It's nothing, someone just rang the bell of the Sect Leader."
After thinking about it, he felt that he was somewhat unwilling to be interrupted by the bell. Therefore, he clenched his teeth.
"I'm hungry, let's go to the cafeteria to eat something and then go to the meeting."
Aya's eyes lit up. "Okay!"
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