If the Snow Girl had really learned the Inherited Heaven Sword Style, how long did it take her?
This was a question worthy of deep thought and careful calculation, because this would definitely become a record in the history of Aoyama.
Jing Jiu asked Tong Yan to teach the Snow Girl how to communicate normally with human beings. Then, he went to the Snow Lake to set up the magic circle and prepare to sharpen the sword. Tong Yan took out the bronze ware, porcelain ware and the books at the same time. All in all, it took at most ten breaths of time.
No, there should be even less time.
Jing Jiu stretched out his hand to catch the thin booklet that floated in front of him and burned it into green smoke with his sword fire.
Looking at the smoke, he thought to himself. Before Tong Yan entered the meditation room, Xueji had already finished reading.
His expression didn't change, but his mood wasn't.
He had been in seclusion at Shangde Peak and Shenmo Peak all year round. He rarely came into contact with the outside world, but he had lived for a long time after all. He was experienced and knowledgeable, especially after reading the notes left by his senior brother.
He had never seen, or even imagined, an existence like the Snow Girl.
The Inherited Heaven Sword style was the main sword style of Tianguang Peak and the compulsory cultivation method for the sect masters of Aoyama. It used the sword as a formation, and its complexity was only inferior to that of the Endless Sword style of Qingrong Peak, but its profundity was even greater than that of the Endless Sword style of Qingrong Peak. As such, it was extremely difficult to learn it.
How many years did it take for Gu Qing to learn this sword technique? How many years did it take for Liu Shisui? Where was Zhuo Rusui?
How many years did Liu Ci take? How many years did Senior Brother take? What about himself?
In Aoyama's hundreds of years, countless Sword Dao geniuses were no match for her.
Far inferior to her.
Jing Jiu wasn't disheartened. He just sighed with emotion that the gap in life was so huge.
Just like a moment ago, Tong Yan thought of his face in the meditation room.
It was really boring.
"The things that Tong Yan wants to teach you are really boring. If you don't want to learn, then don't."
Jing Jiu looked at Xue Gie and said.
He had made up his mind that he could not teach her anything.
At this rate, it would only take her a few days to master all the cultivation methods in the history of the human race.
Most importantly, if she learned about human hypocrisy, conspiracies, and sometimes unreasonable impulse to kill indiscriminately through those books, then things would really get out of hand.
"But … do you want to learn Go? One of them has a chess piece that looks like your eyes. It's beautiful. "
Jing Jiu suddenly asked.
Qing 'er is sure that the chess player is not only heartless but also thick-skinned. She can't help but cover her face with her transparent wings, but she can't hide the shame on her face.
Xue Gie looked at Jing Jiu in Silence.
If it were someone else, even someone as thick-skinned as Zhuo Rusui, he would feel a little embarrassed under such a gaze. However, Jing Jiu would not. He said calmly, "I said no. I can't go to that place myself at the moment, and I can't bring you there unless you can help me reach that state as soon as possible."
Qing 'er knew where the place he was talking about was. She couldn't help but glance at him, wondering if he wanted her to help him ascend.
It was such a shameless request, but he said it so calmly and matter-of-factly. It was … enough!
Jing Jiu didn't expect the Xue Gie to agree to his request right away. What he did was merely to foreshadow his request. Who knew what it would be useful in a few hundred years?
Since the sword formation was broken, Jing Jiu had no way to sharpen his sword. He picked up the Green Sky Mirror and left the snowy lake.
The Xue Gie followed him with the quilt on her head. She looked like a little girl ghost drifting in the air.
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The Young Master Li woke up slowly. Thinking of the immortal master who had suddenly appeared in front of him and the formidable frost, it took him a long time to come back to his senses.
He was about to leave while holding the ancient zither. As he passed by the stone bridge, he happened to see the Xue Gie following Jing Jiu.
Standing in front of the Young Master, Jing Jiu rubbed her head like an elder, saying something to her.
The Young Master Li felt it odd, but his gaze was attracted by the Xue Gie.
She should be the little girl who was pressed under the quilt on the mountain the night before.
The Young Master Li thought that she had indeed recovered from her illness. He was surprised and happy at the same time, but he smiled wryly at himself when he thought of how anxious he was at the time.
He was merely a mortal, but he tried in vain to save a fairy lady.
It was the same as asking for magic pills for that girl when he knew she was ill.
It was truly ridiculous.
The Young Master Li turned around and walked toward the outside of the nunnery hall with the ancient zither in his arms, looking a bit lonely from behind.
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The path of immortals and immortals was different.
Looking at the figure disappearing into the distance, Tong Yan thought of these four words in silence.
He was fully aware that this person didn't play the zither for them, but for the senior master of Shui Yue Nunnery. However, it was all in vain, regardless of whether it was the infatuation or the long-lasting affection, or the distant longing.
One had to understand this principle before embarking on the path of Cultivation. The difference in lifespans and the different levels of the world meant that the old friends and relatives would eventually drift apart and see each other across the grave.
Jing Jiu had understood this principle when he was five years old. Normally, he wouldn't feel sentimental about it; but it was probably because of the similar situation that he felt pity for this person.
He walked back to the meditation room, intending to put away those bronze wares and porcelain wares and bring them to the Young Master Li in Dayuan City the next day. Since the Xue Gie was unwilling to learn these wares, it was useless to keep them with him.
It was then that he suddenly felt something was out of place. He came to the window and found that the waves had formed on the surface of the lake, and the Sword of the Universe was hovering over it.
The Xue Gie stood at the head of the sword while wrapped in the quilt, and Jing Jiu stood behind her with the Green Sky Mirror tied on his back, and Qing 'er sat on his shoulder.
Was he going to leave so soon? Tong Yan wondered how he could block the cold intent from the Xue Gie. Did Jing Jiu have a way to bring the lantern formation of the nunnery hall with him? And he hadn't put away his wares yet.
As he was thinking of all this, he suddenly saw the apologetic expression in Qing 'er's eyes, and his heart sank.
"I can't do anything about it. The Green Sky Mirror is in his hands," Qing 'er said with an indignant expression.
Tong Yan didn't say anything. He called out the magic treasure without hesitation and struck it toward the surface of the lake.
It was daytime, and the spring sun was very bright in the blue sky; but it suddenly grew a bit dimmer.
The longevity lamps in the nunnery hall were lit up at the same time. They formed a strong formation based on the secret connection between them.
There was a loud bang.
The magic treasure flew back.
Tong Yan realized by now that the lantern formation of Shui Yue Nunnery was used to deal with him in addition to blocking the cold intent from the Xue Gie.
The Sword of the Universe let out a faint buzzing sound, and the fine lines on the surface of the lake grew denser.
Tong Yan exclaimed to Jing Jiu, "You've really snatched it from me?"
"I won the bet with the Unicorn in the Guocheng Temple," said Jing Jiu. "I should have used the Green Sky Mirror for a while. You can cultivate here. I'll give it back to you when you're ready to go to the West Ocean."
Tong Yan furrowed her brows, wondering how he knew she was going to the West Ocean. She asked, "She will be discovered. What will you do then?"
The Snow Girl's bloodline was too powerful, and the cold intent in her body could shake heaven and earth. It was impossible for a quilt to cover her.
"I'm leaving," said Jing Jiu.
The longevity lamps on the trees around the snowy lake started swaying. It was unclear what the Snow Girl had done.
Hundreds of sword wills came out from the Sword of the Universe. As the Snow Girl's awareness dropped down, they wrapped around the quilt like invisible ropes.
This was the Inherited Heaven Sword style.
The cold intent in the Snow Girl's body was locked tightly, no longer leaking out.
At the moment, she looked like a little girl who had forgotten to add firewood to her house and was afraid of the cold, and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt on the Kang during the New Year.
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The Young Master Li left the nunnery hall and headed toward the outside of the mountain.
It didn't take long for him to arrive at the intersection of two streams.
There was a pond here, with many lotus flowers growing in it.
It was spring, and the lotus flowers had just experienced a dreadful late spring cold. As such, there were no new lotus branches sprouting, save for the leftover leaves of the previous year. It looked rather gloomy.
Standing by the lotus pond, he remained silent. It was unclear what was on his mind.
An object suddenly dropped down from the sky right in front of him. He reached out his hand reflexively to catch it, and found it was a small ceramic vase.
He lifted his head and saw a sword light flying toward the horizon.
The sword light traveled at a high speed, disappearing into the horizon in a few seconds.
He looked at the sky in Silence, and didn't pull back his gaze for a long time.
(End of this chapter)
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