Zhao Yun knew that his master had high hopes for him. She stood her ground against the opinions of the masses and held her own views. She accepted him as her disciple and used her divine sense to give him many magic weapons. She had put in a lot of effort for him. How could he not repay his master's kindness? How could he bear to let down his master's expectations of him and climb to the peak of the Sword Dao?
However, he didn't have much time left! In the future, this Sword Dao would be a mountain of knives and a sea of fire, a tiger's den and a dragon's pool. It would be extremely difficult and torturous. He had the confidence and motivation to try and struggle.
However, he didn't have long to live.
He had the will but lacked the strength. In just a year, it was impossible for him to reach the peak of the Sword Dao.
The burden on his body was so heavy that the situation was imminent. He had to race against time. He had to race against death. He had to practice martial arts to find his enemy and take revenge!
He was unwilling to give up the belief of revenge just like that. However, the temptation of the Sword Dao and the weight of his master's kindness were so difficult to choose.
After a long silence, Zhao Yun said with difficulty, "Master, I, I want to learn martial arts in a short period of time."
Ling Ye Lai smiled gently. Zhao Yun didn't dare to look at Ling Ye Lai's expression. He didn't know whether it was anger or resentment. He lowered his head and waited for his master's judgment. For some reason, he suddenly thought that even if his master didn't teach him the Sword Dao in a short period of time, he would have no complaints.
Ling Ye Lai wasn't angry or resentful. She just said softly, "Since you've made this choice, don't regret it in the future. The most precious thing is the heart and ears. Even the Green Lotus Sword Intent is only the heart and ears. I hope you won't forget your original intention in the future. "When Zhao Yun heard this, he didn't know whether he was happy or worried. He just nodded slightly.
At that moment, Ling Ye Lai gave Zhao Yun the "Ice Heart Art". This "Ice Heart Art" was a method to cultivate divine sense and cultivate true essence. It had three levels, namely "Ice Heart Jade Pot", "Ice Heart Red Steps", and "Ice Heart Jade Sky". Regardless of the realm, it was all guided by divine sense and guided by true qi to reach the Frozen Heart Immovable Realm. "Jade Pot", "Red Steps", and "Jade Firmament" respectively represented the three stages of Qi in the four bones, Qi in the Dantian, and Qi in the Soaring Sky. Finally, the genuine Qi could flow out of the body as one wished.
Zhao Yun had the foundation of cultivating the Jade Fire True Qi and had her own understanding of how to drive her Divine Sense. Therefore, she was able to cultivate the Ice Heart Secret Art with twice the result with half the effort. Not only was Zhao Yun elated, but even Ling Ye Lai couldn't help but sigh at Zhao Yun's rapid progress. For the next few days, Zhao Yun focused on the cultivation of the "Iceheart Arts". At the same time, she did not relax her research on the Azure Lotus Sword Technique and the Azure Lotus Poetry Anthology. Time passed quietly in this kind of undistracted, painstakingly cultivating day.
On this day, Zhao Yun continued to cultivate the "Iceheart Pill Steps" realm of the "Iceheart Arts". She circulated her Divine Sense in an attempt to channel her true qi into her Dantian. When she was halfway through the small cycle, half of her body suddenly shook, and her Divine Sense actually scattered. She hurriedly drove her Divine Sense according to the heart sutra, but to her despair, she found that her Divine Sense was like a group of disobedient children. No matter how their parents and elders called them, they still hopped away resolutely. Even if there was a daughter, she couldn't call them back.
Zhao Yun was very anxious. She felt that the Divine Sense that she had painstakingly cultivated was about to disappear. Even though her life was full of setbacks and she had experienced a lot, she still didn't know what to do and was at a loss. Blue veins popped out on her forehead, and sweat poured down. However, she still couldn't feel her right arm, and the meridians in her limbs seemed to be blocked for a while.
How could this be!
What should she do?
Zhao Yun's mind spun as he reflected on what had gone wrong. He tried hard to recall that all his cultivation steps were in accordance with the "Iceheart Arts" taught by Ling Ye Lai. He progressed step by step. It was impossible for it to be because of greed. Could the problem be with the "Iceheart Arts" incantation? But how could the "Iceheart Arts" taught by Master herself be wrong? He couldn't figure it out. The Qi in his body was in a mess, and the numbness began to spread from his right arm, gradually nibbling away at his meridians. The situation was very critical. Zhao Yun was on the verge of Qigong Deviation.
Ever since Zhao Yun started cultivating, he had never encountered such a situation. In his panic, a beautiful and refined figure gradually became clear.
"Find Master! Only she can save me! "
Zhao Yun made a prompt decision and bit the tip of her tongue. She felt her tongue go numb, and she spat out a mouthful of blood. Her mind instantly became clear. She tried to protect her heart meridians and prevent the Divine Sense from invading her. She struggled to stand up and hurriedly rushed out of the enchantment.
When she arrived outside Ling Ye Lai's room, she saw the room emitting a faint white light and an elegant and light fragrance spreading in the air. At this time, Zhao Yun's Divine Sense had already begun to slacken. Ignoring Ling Ye Lai's prohibition of him stepping into the room, she directly burst open the door and shouted, "Master!"
When the door opened, the elegant fragrance seemed to be a little stronger. It drifted straight into her nose, and her troubled Divine Sense calmed down. However, she couldn't see Ling Ye Lai. Zhao Yun went straight into the depths of the boudoir.
Inside the light green curtain, there was a white jade incense barrel. Ling Yelai was only wearing a thin moonlight colored robe as she stood gracefully beside the barrel. Her snow-white jade-like arms were exposed outside of her robe. It was as if she was in a dream under the moonlight, her clear splendor carrying a certain charm. Even though Zhao Yun was anxious and hesitant, she couldn't help but stare blankly. She actually wondered if her Master had finished bathing or if she hadn't.
Ling Ye Lai's phoenix-like eyes narrowed. She lightly shouted, "Get out." With a wave of her delicate hand, a gust of strong wind swiftly swept towards Zhao Yun. Zhao Yun couldn't control the Divine Sense in her body and had been struggling to hold on. At this time, Ling Ye Lai's gust of strong wind attacked her like a landslide. She couldn't stand straight and tumbled a few times. Under the influence of the Qi, Zhao Yun's Divine Sense couldn't help but wander around like ten thousand snakes. Immediately, Zhao Yun was confused. Zhao Yun's vision turned black. She didn't even have time to shout and immediately fainted.
When Zhao Yun slowly woke up, she found herself lying on the bed in the 'A' room. Under the dim yellow candlelight, she could see Ling Ye Lai's clear eyes looking at her with resentment. Zhao Yun thought about how she had mistakenly entered her Master's boudoir. Although she had a clear conscience, her Master's fragrant clothes made her suspect that she had peeped at her Master's body. She hurriedly got up and said apologetically, "Master?????" Only then did she realize that the numbness in her arms had completely disappeared. The Divine Sense and True Qi in her body had returned to stability. She knew that her Master had saved her in time. The Divine Sense that she had painstakingly cultivated had not dissipated. She was elated. She shouted again, "Master?????"
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