Chapter 53
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The summoned power flowed out of the gap like water. He didn't feel it was a pity at all.
He would rather not have power that he couldn't completely control.
Moreover, this way, he could get closer to his master.
The medicinal bath needed to be soaked for six hours.
Shen Shu rested his head on the edge of the bathtub and looked at Ye Yunlan standing nearby. Ye Yunlan watched him attentively in the mist and observed his condition.
"Master … I'm still in pain," he said in a muffled voice.
Ye Yunlan frowned slightly and wanted to distract him. He said, "Let me tell you a story."
Shen Shu's eyes lit up. He asked, "What … story?"
Ye Yunlan asked, "What do you want to hear?"
Shen Shu thought for a while and said, "I want to hear … the story of how you learned the sword in the past. Has anyone taught you this before? "
"Most of my swordsmanship relied on my own understanding and long-term practice," Ye Yunlan said. "However, you asked if anyone taught me before …"
The dark and evil figure of that person appeared in his memory.
After that person rescued him from the pagoda, he knew that his death was near. That person left his lifelong understanding of the sword path and cultivation, as well as his own sword, to him.
Later, his Nirvana Sword Will reached the Great Mastery and entered the Void Treading Realm. He couldn't leave that person's karma.
"Yes," he said in a low voice.
Shen Shu asked, "What kind of person was that?"
"… A stubborn and unscrupulous person."
Shen Shu blinked. "Then should I call him … Grandmaster?"
Ye Yunlan thought of the enmity between him and that person in his previous life. He was silent for a long time before he said, "Yes."
Shen Shu looked at his stunned expression and felt a little upset.
Only now did he know that his master wasn't as cold as he looked on the outside. He would also hide people in his heart and remember them forever.
"What's the Grandmaster's name?"
Shen Shu asked again.
Ye Yunlan closed his eyes and said, "He doesn't have a name, only a title."
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"When you attack, you must calm your heart and control your breath. You must concentrate your mind and spirit."
A breeze blew through the sea of flowers.
Ye Yunlan pointed the branch at Shen Shu. Her black hair and sleeves fluttered in the wind. Under the sunlight, she looked like an immortal.
Shen Shu stood in front of him, holding a wooden sword with both hands, eager to fight.
The two sides exchanged blows.
Ye Yunlan's swordsmanship was still calm and graceful. Shen Shu's movements became faster and faster. His swordsmanship became denser and denser.
Shen Shu had a wild instinct when it came to swordsmanship.
Suddenly, he caught a slight pause in Ye Yunlan's movements and flicked the flower branch away from Ye Yunlan's hand.
This was the first time that Shen Shu had gained the upper hand in a spar between the master and disciple.
The air quieted down for a while.
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