The Demonic Sect's Ye Youying didn't reply. She just continued to wipe her face.
After washing away the soot that she had smeared on her face, her bright and lustrous skin had a hint of redness to it. It had to be said that this Demonic Sect's Ye Youying was indeed quite good-looking. If one had to say, she was somewhat qualified to be a maidservant.
Zhu Minglang also washed up and tidied up his clothes.
As expected, Mingxiu and Lin Zhong knocked on the door early in the morning. They had brought breakfast and were prepared to show them around.
"Did the two of you sleep …" Lin Zhong glanced at the Demonic Sect's Ye Youying and couldn't help but fall into a daze. It was as if he didn't know where this stunningly beautiful woman had come from.
Was it because it was too dark last night, or was it because the dirt on her face had been washed away? She actually looked so pretty and charming. No wonder this young master wanted to elope with his maidservant!
"Sorry, I almost didn't recognize you," Lin Zhong explained awkwardly.
"It's rare to be able to enter the White Robe Sword Sect. I heard that your sword techniques are elegant, and your attacks are as gentle as ripples of water. However, their power is no less than that of raging waves. It's a good opportunity for me to learn from you," Zhu Minglang said.
"You're too kind. Your Distant Mountain Sword Sect's sword techniques are the most outstanding. However, if Brother Zhu wants to learn, we can arrange it," Lin Zhong said.
Zhu Minglang sincerely wanted to learn.
Regardless of whether it was the Fighting Sword Sect, the Flying Sword Sect, or any other sword sect, there was a point where they needed to master it. Every time the sword awakened, it required a large amount of energy. Furthermore, this energy could only be replenished with special metal tools. Zhu Minglang needed to learn more unique flying sword techniques. This way, it would be easier for Stegosaurus to display more powerful abilities.
The White Robe Sword Sect had a very deep foundation. Venerable Swordmaster's grandfather had also mentioned this Zong Lin many times.
When they arrived at the Sword Training Mountain Plateau, Zhu Minglang saw that these people were facing a long canyon and practicing their swords. They were practicing the Flying Sword Technique. Everyone was using their fingertips to control the sword. The more skilled ones were using their minds.
Zhu Minglang saw them controlling their flying swords and flying towards the valley that was slanted towards the mountain lake. He could see that these flying swords were all following the same path, flying further and further away. Furthermore, they were uniform. Standing on the mountain plateau and looking into the distance, they looked like a silver ribbon that was swimming across the mountain lake.
"Brother Zhu, aren't you also from the Flying Sword Sect? Do you want to give it a try?" Mingxiu asked.
"What kind of test?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"Look carefully at this long valley. There are some wooden stakes placed on both sides of the valley. From where we are standing to the mountain lake, there are a total of 86 wooden stakes in the long valley. The Flying Sword Sect's Swordmasters of the White Robe Sword Sect treat this as a test. They have to control their flying swords to cross this long valley and reach the mountain lake. They have to try their best to hit as many wooden stakes as possible, "Mingxiu explained with a smile.
Zhu Minglang stood on the mountain plateau and looked into the distance. The long valley was very long. In the nearby forest, he could clearly see the red wooden stakes. However, in the distance, the wooden stakes were as small as scallions. When he reached the mountain lake, he could barely see the human-shaped wooden stakes …
"If you can't even see them, how are you going to hit the wooden stakes?" Ye Youying was also puzzled.
"Of course, we don't require you to hit 86 wooden stakes. This is just an extreme that we pursue so that our disciples can constantly surpass their limits. Furthermore, the Flying Sword Technique is all about speed. Every time you reach the mountain lake, you can't exceed half an hour of this teapot clock." Mingxiu pointed at a stone platform beside them.
On top of the stone platform, there was an ancient hourglass. It was a kind of clock with a precise scale.
"This is a rather difficult Flying Sword Test. Typically, we only require our disciples to control their flying swords to reach the mountain lake within half an hour of the teapot clock.
"After that, we require our disciples to try their best to hit as many wooden stakes as possible within the teapot clock.
"Beside the stone platform is a pillar of names. We will record the most outstanding results and arrange them …"
"Brother Zhu, do you want to give it a try?"
Lin Zhong and Mingxiu seemed to want to witness the strength of a swordmaster from the Distant Mountain Sword Sect.
When the other disciples who were practicing the sword heard that Zhu Minglang came from the Remote Mountain Sword Sect, they all stopped their practice and gathered in a circle to watch.
Zhu Minglang looked up at the pillar of names and asked, "Could the record at the top be Senior Brother Lin Zhong's?"
Lin Zhong smiled without saying a word.
"It's a good practice method, but it shouldn't be difficult for me. Right, Little Epiphyllum?" Zhu Minglang raised his eyebrows at the Demon Sect's Ye Youying.
Ye Youying revealed a very perfunctory smile. It was just a smile on her face. She didn't mean to flatter him at all.
"Brother Zhu, don't underestimate this long valley practice. After all, the further the flying sword is from the controller, the harder it is to achieve precision," Lin Zhong reminded.
"There are a few wooden stakes not far from our feet. It's not difficult to hit them, but in the middle of the long valley, or even in the latter half, it's common for flying swords to lose control and fall." Mingxiu was a little arrogant. He also looked like he was waiting to see the results.
"Then please help me time it." Zhu Minglang walked towards the extended sword training platform.
The Stegosaurus was right behind Zhu Minglang. It didn't have a sword pouch, but it looked like it was carrying it. As Zhu Minglang walked, the distance between it and Zhu Minglang didn't change at all.
He pointed his finger at the sky, and the Stegosaurus was unsheathed. It instantly leaped high into the air. The dark red glow on the sword wasn't dazzling, but it gave off a sharp and cold feeling.
At that moment, the Demon Sect's Ye Youying was also staring at Zhu Minglang.
Ye Youying was naturally curious about the strength of this man from the Distant Mountain Sword Sect.
The way he unsheathed his sword was very elegant, and his movements were very skillful …
When the disciples of the White Robe Sword Sect saw Zhu Minglang's move, they couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
Not all swordmasters could grasp such a cool way of unsheathing their sword!
"This Brother Zhu should be very strong. I felt it last night," Lin Zhong whispered to Mingxiu, who was beside him, with a look of anticipation.
"Anyone can do it with enough practice. However, he might not be able to pass the test of the long valley," Mingxiu said.
…
Zhu Minglang stood at the edge of the platform and made many elegant sword riding postures. His eyebrows were like stars. His mind was one with the sword, and his fingertips were the rudder. He perfectly controlled the Stegosaurus as it flew across the long valley!
Of course, this was just a fake flying swordmaster.
The real him wasn't focused at all. He was still thinking about the delicious soup noodles in the morning. Then, he casually instructed the Stegosaurus, "Moxie, poke at the wooden stakes along the way when you fly over."
As for those elegant sword riding postures, they were just random gestures!
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