Chapter Sixty Seven – Questions and Answers (1/2)
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Chapter Sixty Seven – Questions and Answers
Zuo Mo was like a tense string as he carefully moved in front of the door to the grass hut. Just the slightest bit of outside force and he would move.
He took a deep breath. Even though he had broken through to the second breath of [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation] and didn’t need to use his nose and mouth to breathe, but when he was nervous, he still unconsciously followed the familiar pattern of breathing to calm his emotions. Letting his mind settle, he gave a deep bow to the wooden door of the grass hut, “Disciple Zuo Mo greets Shibo!”
“Come in!” Xin Yan Shibo’s icy voice cameout of the grass hut.
The wooden door opened silently. The inside of the hut was a patch of darkness. Zuo Mo’s heart couldn’t help but tense up once again. He gathered his courage and walked in.
The interior of the grass hut was extremely crude. There was only a meditation mat, other than that, there was nothing else. Xin Yan Shibo was sitting on the meditation mat, a small stream of sunlight entering the grass hut and falling onto Xin Yan Shibo’s body. Shibo’s body was under the sun but his face was shadowed by the hair in front of his forehead and couldn’t be seen clearly until he opened his eyes.
In the shadow, two dots of ice suddenly lit up. For some unknown reason, Zuo Mo felt a bone-aching cold flow from the tail of spine upwards, all the muscles in his body paralyzed.
“You are a surprise to me.” Xin Yan’s voice was like a cold mist, permeating through Zuo Mo’s skin into his heart, so cold that he almost couldn’t move.
“You don’t have any talent at the sword.” Xin Yan said calmly.
Zuo Mo’s heart suddenly tensed. He felt that he almost forgot to breathe at this instant. Terror, like the flood overcoming the dam, instantly broke through Zuo Mo’s psychological defenses. Did Shibo find out?
“You could comprehend sword essence in three months, that surprised me.” Xin Yan didn’t look at Zuo Mo. He slowly closed his eyes, the two dots of ice disappearing into the shadows, “I’m not concerned with what fortuitous encounters you had, but you have to remember, if you do anything against the sect in the future, I will kill you with my sword.”
The tone was calm, as though it was narrating a simple matter.
It was like Zuo Mo suddenly rose from hell into heaven. This joyful surprise stunned him for a moment. He had already prepared to stretch out his neck to be killed. He had assumed that Second Shibo had already seen through him, and seen that Pu Yao was in his consciousness.
The tense muscles on his body instantly relaxed. Zuo Mo felt his body was weak, the lingering fears in his heart like a flood, almost swallowing him. His feet were sore and weak.
“Yes!” Zuo Mo hurriedly answered, his mind slightly steadier.
“The [Li Water Sword Scripture] that you cultivate is unique but is limited by the knowledge of the author and it would be hard for it to improve further in the future.” Xin Yan didn’t open his eyes as he said calmly, “And your fundamentals are too weak. Several places need to be changed. However, the places that you changed yourself, they weren’t bad.”
Afterwards, Xin Yan pointed out a few spots. Zuo Mo, now having calmed down, was delighted and willing. The places that Shibo pointed out, it was exactly the places that he felt were uncomfortable and didn’t flow properly, but he hadn’t known how to change it. Hearing Shibo’s advice, he instantly understood.
After that, Xin Yan Shibo threw a jade scroll to Zuo Mo, “Theseare some basic sword scriptures. Practice them more.” Pausing, he said with a hint of regret, “Your primary focus is dan-making, and you’re also a ling plant farmer. You are not suited to cultivate the sword. For sword xiu, what is important is not to be distracted by other matters, the clear heart sword. You, try to do your best.”
Bidding farewell to Shibo, when Zuo Mo passed over the mud in front of the grass hut, he didn’t feel any of the sword essence that had been there previously. Just like those sword essences knew him and hid themselves.
On the road from Sun Lookout Peak to Little West Wind Yard, Zuo Mo had been pondering Shibo’s words. Shibo’s meaning was extremely clear. If he wanted to progress another step on the road of the sword xiu, and really accomplish something, he must abandon being a ling plant farmer and dan-making, and only practice the sword. Otherwise, he would find it hard to progress further on the sword.
Shibo’s words were as clear as they could be, but Zuo Mo knew what he was worth.
If he was like Wei Sheng Shixiong, he might abandon everything and be a pure sword xiu but he wasn’t. He knew just how much talent he had. If he didn’t have Pu Yao, he basically couldn’t have been able to comprehend sword essence. He had been sliced several thousand times before he had comprehended Shibo’s tidal sword essence. If it had been Wei Sheng Shixiong, he would have needed only a few dozen before he could have comprehended it.
If he didn’t have the experience of comprehending the tidal sword essence, he certainly wouldn’t have been able to comprehend the li water sword essence in three months.
He was fated to not walk Wei Sheng Shixiong’s path!
As he walked with the wind blowing gently in his face, Zuo Mo’s mood rose. The road each person walked was different. Even more, the progress he had made was something he didn’t dare to even think of before. Yet now, he had made it.
His mood recovered quickly. After the rise and fall in his emotions today, his body felt slightly exhausted. He needed rest.
However, when he walked to the mouth of the West Wind Valley, his feet stopped and he paused on this spot.
“Ai ya! Zuo Mo Shixiong, you finally came! Shixiong was so strong in the sect assessment, Shidi has come to especially give congratulations, just a humble gift… …”
“Does Shixiong still remember me? That year, if it wasn’t for your [Little Art of Cloud and Rain], I would have been homeless. This little brother still remembers it… …”
“Shixiong Shixiong, this little brother cultivates the sword, but doesn’t have a master… …”
“Shixiong, us sisters from the Eastern Peak… …”
Looking at the dense mass of people, Zuo Mo’s head rang.
The entrance of West Wind Valley was filled to the limit. This scene, it was even busier than the last time when Zuo Mo had been promoted to an inner sect disciple. Even the gifts they had prepared were higher quality than last time. Some outer sect disciples that had good family backgrounds had really spent a lot.