Chapter 8 (2/2)

Teaching hied in the mirror?

Yan Zheng ultimately showed due respect for his master in junior brother's prescence He sed his objections on the tip of his tongue, controlled his patience and inquired, “Master, I felt so with 'Backfire'”

“What's wrong?” Muchun Zhenren asked with a kind and pleasant countenance

Everything rong The Qi didn't circulate sreat resistance in his entire body as if rivers were flowing upstream

Although he understood that in his mind, he just couldn't put into words that sort ofThere was a host of words ready in his throat, but they so ended up blurting out “It’s like… it’s not beautiful”

Cheng Qian once again confirmed that his first senior brother was a sheer blockhead wearing gold and silver

His master beamed and said equivocally, “More haste, less speed You should wait a little”

The good-for-nothingfar-fetched and dull nonsense whatever the question

Yan Zheng ti in a pettishdo I have to wait?”

“Until you are a few Cun [2] taller, perhaps” Muchun Zhenren replied softly

Yan Zheng: “…”

There were always several days in ahis master

After finishi+ng his words, Muchun left Cheng Qian to the sect's “most precious treasure” and strolled back to the pavilion to enjoy his tea

Fuyao Sect followed consistently the ancient tradition that “the master teaches the trade; the apprentice's skill is self-htest true ability He only provided a theoretical framework, and whatever they filled it with

Yan Zheng flashed an upset look at his cold third junior brother But he had nothing to say to him So he plopped himself down on a seat as if in a fit of pique, and lazily leaned against the stone table Then a Taoist child came up, took away his wooden sith both hands, and wiped it carefully with a white handkerchief

Maybe the Taoist child hadn't even treated his own face so gently

Subsequently, young master Yan bounced up as if a corpse suddenly rose

He wrinkled his slender eyebrows and glared his displeasure at Yu-er But he refused to give the hint and reirl turned pale at once and was near to tears

In the end, it was Xueqing aiting for Cheng Qian that couldn’t stand watching and reminded her in a low voice “The stone stool is cold”

Only then did Yu-er realize that she just now seated the pa ence!

She hurried forward as she wept, and placed three cushi+ons as quickly as a lightning, as if she had committed a crime for which she deserved to die ten thousand deaths

Yan Zhenglare at her, and descended to take the seat reluctantly Then he raised his chin towards Cheng Qian “Go on practicing, I a You can ask me if any problem”

Cheng Qian simply took his first senior brother as muddy air that obstructed his view He didn’t even bother to answer, and made up his mind to take no notice of him so that he could fully concentrate on his wooden sword

Cheng Qian gained an extre in the tree Plus, his master’s demonstration was extremely snailish So hisQian recalled

By virtue of his memory, he cautiously imitated his master’s shaky moves, and compared them with his own tiadfly behind him

His ability of i was unconcerned at first, but gradually, his attention was drawn to Cheng Qian — this brat made bold to separate the moves of the first form on the basis of master's mnemonic rhymes

He repeated the separated ot more familiar, his eyes suddenly sharpened At the veryfor the teacup involuntarily — he found the vigor residing within the tip of the sword strangely fa himself on Li Yun!

After all Cheng Qian was only ith, he couldn't inspire the saor, his wooden swordflat on the ground swelled into a solid

But the outline was still vague Leave aside the fact that his swordplay couldn't be uable whether his basic ht or not

That ht he ht have seen the will of Fuyao Wooden Sword

Sas not a peach on the tree, nor a fish in the water Without decades of unre efforts and without body and sword as one, it was i Qian's case, of course he couldn't possibly for soh if he could hold the sword steadily and make sure it didn't drop on his foot

But the young lad just stepped into an immortal sect, his frame of mind mind coincidentally corresponded to the first forht hi when he saw talismans all over the mountain for the first time That was fresh, curious, and full of irrepressible hopes for future…

Perhaps that all didn't amount to the “sill”, but the Fuyao Wooden Sword happened to coincide with the wielder's frauided the wielder

Yan Zheng swordplay accidentally enabled him to touch the essence of the problees of the sword art, and why his master never explained — the sword art itself was alive

The reason why Yan Zheng started to feel his ability fell short of his wishes from the second form “seek and pursue”, and why it became even more difficult to continue when he reached the third forht — it was because he knew neither the taste of seeking and pursuing nor theof “backfire”

The wooden sword couldn’t guide him anymore

Notes:

[1] Jin: a unit of weight (= 12 kilograms)

[2] Cun: a unit of length (= 13 decimeters)