Ling Ye Lai looked sullen and said to Zhao Yun, "Why are you putting on airs again? Don't you have basic etiquette? "
Zhao Yun remained silent and didn't want to make any excuses. The Fire Lotus' true Qi stayed warm in his dantian and was extremely comfortable. Although he didn't know what this Nine Revolution Fire Lotus Seed was, it was obviously a rare item. He could clearly feel the purity and richness of its aura without a trace of impurities.
Ling Ye Lai was already used to Zhao Yun's silence and could only smile bitterly at this scene. He didn't know how he chose this stubborn kid to be his disciple, but he was actually helpless. "Come with me to the Mirage Pearl's enchantment. This West Sea Nine Revolution Fire Lotus grows under thousands of layers of ice in the West Sea. It spins once every thousand years and can only be plucked at the ninth revolution, so it's rare. This lotus nurtures warmth in an extremely cold place and contains the essence of heaven and earth. If used well, it's equivalent to thirty years of cultivation during the Golden Elixir. Circulate the Iceheart Arts. "
When Zhao Yun heard that this inconspicuous lotus seed could actually make his cultivation advance by leaps and bounds, he hurriedly sat down and secretly circulated his divine sense to absorb the lotus seed. However, Wisp of Heart Monkey couldn't restrain himself and kept thinking, "Master gave me such a precious Nine Revolution Fire Lotus without hesitation, but I'm inexplicably throwing a tantrum. Zhao Yun, oh Zhao Yun, you're actually such an ungrateful and heartless person! "His blood churned and his divine sense suddenly stagnated.
The Iceheart Dan Steps realm of the Iceheart Arts was a technique to condense true Qi into one's dantian. Zhao Yun's mind was distracted and his divine sense was like a wild horse that was out of control. In an instant, it scattered into his bones and flowed chaotically. The true Qi that had just been nourished by the Fire Lotus was extremely domineering. Jumping up and down, the scorching aura roasted his meridians and acupoints and constantly squeezed the edge of his body, as if it wanted to break through the air.
In the next moment, Zhao Yun felt suffocated in her chest. With a "wah" sound, she spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood was bright and glistening, and it instantly dyed her collar red.
Ling Ye Lai was staring at Zhao Yun when she suddenly saw Zhao Yun's body sway. She knew that Zhao Yun's divine sense had gone out of control again. She hurriedly formed a lotus heart with her hand and summoned the divine sword Ice Mongoose. She inhaled and exhaled frost vital energy and a ray of white snow directly shot into Zhao Yun's chest.
Zhao Yun shuddered all over. With the support of her master's vigorous True Qi, she managed to return her scattered Divine Sense to her Dantian with great difficulty. She raised her head and asked, "Master, what's going on? Once I use the Ice Heart Technique, my Divine Sense won't listen to me at all. What should I do? "
Ling Ye Lai stretched out her jade-like hand and took back the divine sword Ice Mongoose. She pondered for a long time, but she still couldn't figure it out. When she lowered her head, she bumped into Zhao Yun's eyes, which were full of desire. She couldn't help but feel helpless. "Master also doesn't understand the reason for this. This Nine Revolution Fire Lotus's aura is mellow and Wen Zheng is calm. I have never heard of a precedent of vital energy backlash. Fine, you can stop cultivating the Ice Heart Technique for the time being. Your internal injuries today are not light, so you should rest well. I will come again tomorrow. "
Zhao Yun couldn't help but feel depressed. She originally thought that she could rely on the Ice Heart Technique to accumulate vital energy and quickly master the Green Lotus Sword Technique. She didn't expect that her beautiful dream would turn into a bubble right after it was realized. Many days of joy and anticipation were shattered into pieces.
Her mind was in a mess, so how could she be in the mood to rest? Ever since Ling Ye Lai left, she picked up the sword and practiced randomly. The Mighty Fighting Divine Sword seemed to have sensed something. It whistled into the air and suddenly fell to the ground, stirring up an ice-cold feeling in her heart.
This kind of sword practice had no effect. It was like performing acrobatics on the street. There was no pattern and it was just a meaningless venting. Zhao Yun's mind was firm, and she never forgot the thought of revenge. She soon sobered up and knew that she couldn't give up. She patted the Mighty Fighting Divine Sword and laughed self-deprecatingly. "Old friend, please give me a hand." She immediately concentrated and concentrated on studying the Water of the Yellow River from Heaven.
This repeated practice of the Ice Heart Technique allowed her to get closer to Li Qinglian's heart. As the saying goes, "I am born to be useful, and a thousand gold will come back after it has been spent." When Li Qinglian was at the end of the road and was disheartened, she still maintained a self-confident and strong spirit. She was invincible throughout history. Only this unbridled and unfathomable Water of the Heavens could imitate a little.
Zhao Yun gradually comprehended that the Sword Insight of this move was precisely born in an impossible place, and it evolved at unexpected times. Inspiration flashed through his mind as he immersed himself in the profundities of the Sword Dao, completely disregarding the passage of time.
When Zhao Yun finished practicing the sixty-fifth move of the Heavens, she brushed her sleeves and wiped her sweat. She smelled a burst of fragrance and hurriedly looked around. Sure enough, she saw Ling Ye Lai standing there with her green dress trailing on the ground. She said happily, "Master, you're here!"
Ling Ye Lai had been here for a long time. She saw that Zhao Yun was concentrating on practicing the sword. Her sword moves were also quite decent. She was quite pleased and didn't disturb her. She only looked at her with her gentle and clear eyes. She was like a water lotus, standing quietly on the grass. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, revealing the silent admiration from the bottom of her heart.
At this time, hearing Zhao Yun's shout, Ling Ye Lai slowly walked in front of Zhao Yun. She restrained the smile on her face and said, "It seems that you've already practiced the move 'Water of the Yellow River from the Heavens' very skillfully. Master will teach you the second move today. You can watch my practice carefully. "
It turned out that the second move of the Green Lotus Sword Technique, "Peach Blossom Pond Is a Thousand Feet Deep", complemented and harmonized with the first move. The first move was to come out of the unknown, but the second move was to go to an unknown place. The so-called "a thousand feet deep" meant that the sword momentum was deep and unfathomable, and the sword intent was distant and continuous.
"If you can reach the state of 'the song ends, the person disappears, and there are many green peaks on the river', then although the state of 'a thousand feet deep' is not correct, it's not far away." As Ling Ye Lai said so, her sword also did the same, creating sword circles. Like a stone thrown into a calm lake, the ripples undulated endlessly until the end of time.
Zhao Yun felt that the sword light was eerie, and couldn't help but be dazzled. She gasped in amazement, and only then did she realize that the depth of the way of the sword was not something that a beginner like her could comprehend. She stared intently at the changes in her master's hand, not daring to miss a single detail.
After Ling Ye Lai finished practicing the sword move, she asked, "Zhao Yun, do you know why I'm teaching you the 'Peach Blossom Pond Is a Thousand Feet Deep' today?"
Even though he warned himself several times to calm down, the young Zhao Yun still couldn't stop himself from revealing a proud expression. He said happily, "Didn't Master say it already? I've already practiced this move 'Water of the Yellow River from the Heavens' very skillfully, haha. "
"Hehe," Ling Ye Lai couldn't help but burst into laughter. "This disciple of yours is really climbing a pole at the first sight. Aren't you afraid that you'll sprain your back? I only praised you once, and you're already so proud? Let me tell you, I'm going to represent the Lingyun Temple to attend Chirumen Wang Yasheng's hundred-year birthday banquet. I'm afraid it'll take three to four months to go back and forth. Therefore, I'm teaching you this move first, so as to not waste your progress. "
But in her heart, she thought, "Wang Yasheng is well-versed in both ancient and modern times. Perhaps he has a solution. Besides, the heroes of the world are gathered in the Valley of the Ruins of End. I've asked Sect Leader Martial Uncle for this task. Hopefully …? "
Zhao Yun frowned, and a feeling of reluctance suddenly welled up in her heart. She asked, "Why is it taking so long? What if I've already mastered one or two moves? Wouldn't there be no sword art left? "
Ling Ye Lai flicked her slender finger, and amidst her clear laughter, the back of Zhao Yun's head had already been hit solidly. She couldn't help but cry out.
"You little brat, don't bite off more than you can chew. Don't you understand? Now that you've finished practicing the sword art, you can continue to read Li Qinglian's poetry collection. You have to thoroughly grasp the eighty-one variations of the sword art for me. Do you think you still have time to spare? "
Zhao Yun was speechless. He watched as his Shifu's fragrant trail disappeared into the distance. Dispelling the lingering fragrance in the air, he concentrated on studying the 'Peach Blossom Pool's water is a thousand chi deep'.
The days of practicing the sword always passed by too quickly. During this fulfilling time, Zhao Yun had no other distractions. She wholeheartedly studied the sword art. Unknowingly, more than two months had passed.
Counting the days, Zhao Yun realized that his swordsmanship had achieved a small success, but he couldn't make any further progress. Reading and flipping through poems would always be boring. Therefore, he put away the bamboo book, folded it, and went out of the Mirage Pearl's enchantment. He went straight to Huo Huan Tang. It was time for him to pay his respects to his other Shifu.
By this time, the sun had already set in the west, the afterglow was gradually fading away. Zhao Yun was familiar with the path. Following the winding corridors, he walked very fast. In the blink of an eye, he stepped into Lin Bai Dao. The sky was getting dark, the road was empty, there was no one to be seen.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh." Suddenly, the Mighty Fighting Divine Sword trembled violently. Zhao Yun was alarmed and hurriedly turned to the left. A golden sword aura was faster than a meteor. It passed by Zhao Yun's side and went straight into the hundred-year-old ancient cypress tree in front of him.
Hualala, the ancient cypress tree made a dull noise. Half of the trunk was immediately cut off. The growth rings that recorded the vicissitudes of life withered in an instant, annihilating into an unspeakable wound.
What a domineering sword aura!
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