If Xue Ji really learned the Chengtian sword technique, how long did it take her?

This is a question worth pondering and careful calculation, because it will inevitably become a record in Qingshan's history.

Jing Jiu asked Tongyan to teach Xue Ji how to communicate with humans normally, and then came to Xuehu to set up a formation to prepare for sharpening the sword. Tongyan took out bronze ware, porcelain and those books at the same time, and then gathered it for more than ten breaths.

No, there should be less time.

Jing Jiu reached out to take the thin book that floated in front of him and burned it into blue smoke with sword fire.

Looking at the Qingyan, he thought silently in his heart. Xue Ji had already finished watching before Tongyan walked into the Zen room.

His expression has not changed much, but his mood is not the case.

He has been in seclusion at Shangdefeng and Shenmofeng for many years and rarely enters the world, but after all, he has lived for a long time and is knowledgeable, especially after reading the notes left by his senior brother.

He had never seen or even imagined that there was a presence like Xue Ji.

Chengtian Sword Technique is the main sword of Tianguang Peak, and is a compulsory skill of the leader of Qingshan. It uses swords as a formation, and its complexity is only below the unprovoked sword technique of Qingrong Peak. It is even better than the mysterious ones, so it is extremely difficult to get started.

How many years did Gu Qing use this swordsmanship? How many years did Liu Shisui use it? Where is Zhuo Rusui?

How many years did he use Liu Ci? How many years did he use his senior brother? Where is himself?

Qingshan has been around for hundreds of years, and countless sword geniuses are not as good as her.

Far less than her.

Jing Jiu was not discouraged, but was a little embarrassed that the gap in the life class turned out to be so big.

Just like the moment before, Tongyan thought of his face in the meditation room.

It's really boring.

"The things that Tongyan wants to teach you are really boring. If you don't want to learn, don't learn it."

Jing Jiu looked at Xue Ji and said.

He had made a decision that he could not teach her anything anymore.

At this speed, it may only take a few days to master all the practice techniques in the history of the human race.

Most importantly, if she learned the hypocrisy, conspiracy and sometimes unreasonable impulse of human destruction that she learned through those books, then something really would happen.

"But... do you want to learn Go? One of the chess pieces looks very similar to your eyes and look good."

Jing Jiu suddenly asked.

Qing'er confirmed that the person playing chess was not only hearty but also thick-faced. She couldn't help but cover her face with her transparent wings, but she couldn't cover the shame on her little face.

Xue Ji looked at Jing Jiu quietly.

If it were someone else, even if Zhuo Rusui had such a thick-skinned person, he would feel a little embarrassed when he looked at him like this, but Jing Jiu would not, and said calmly: "I said no, I can't go to that place for the time being, and I can't take you there, unless you can help me reach that level as soon as possible."

Qing'er knew where the place he was talking about was, so she couldn't help but look at him, thinking that was the point of asking her to help you ascend?

Such shameless requests can be said so calm and so naturally, it is really... enough!

Jing Jiu naturally would not expect Xue Ji to agree to her request on the spot, but just put a foreshadowing in advance. Who knows what it will be useful in hundreds of years?

The sword formation was broken, so naturally there was no way to sharpen the sword again. He picked up the Qingtianjian and left Xuehu.

Xue Ji followed her over with the quilt, looking like a little girl floating.

...

...

Young Master Li woke up, thinking about the immortal master who suddenly appeared in front of him and the terrifying snow frost. It took him a long time to come back to his senses.

He held the Guqin and was about to leave. When he passed by the stone bridge, he happened to see the scene of Xue Ji following Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu stood in front of the ***, touching her head like an elder, not knowing what he said.

Mr. Li felt a little strange, but his eyes were attracted by Xue Ji.

That should be the little girl pressed into the quilt mountain I saw the night before yesterday?

Mr. Li thought that her illness had really recovered. She was surprised and very happy. She also thought about her anxiety at that time and laughed at herself with a laugh.

I was just a mortal, but I actually tried to save an immortal.

Just like when I knew that the girl was sick, I actually wanted to ask for elixirs for her.

It's really ridiculous.

Mr. Li held the Guqin and turned around and walked out of the temple, with a little lonely back.

...

...

Immortal and mortal are of different paths.

Tongyan looked at the figure gradually fading away, and silently thought about these four words.

He knew that this person was not playing the piano for those of him, but for the senior of Shuiyue's temple, but whether it was infatuated or long-lasting, or just some kind of distant look, it was always futile.

When embarking on the road of cultivation, you must first understand this principle. Life span is different, and the world is different. In the past, relatives and friends will always get farther and farther away, and will eventually look at each other across the grave.

He understood this truth when he was five years old. He would not feel any emotion, but it might be that similar situations made him feel a little pity for this person.

He walked back to the Zen room and prepared to put away the bronzes and porcelains, and go to Dayuan City to give them to Mr. Li tomorrow. Since Xue Ji was unwilling to learn these, it would be useless to keep them by her side.

At this moment, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He walked to the window and saw waves appearing on the lake surface, and the cosmic front stopped on it.

Xue Ji was standing at the sword head wrapped in a quilt, Jing Jiu stood behind her, Qingtianjian tied behind her, and Qing'er sat on his shoulder.

Are you going to leave now? Tongyan wondered how to block Xue Ji's coldness? Could it be that Jing Jiu has a way to bring the lamp array in the temple with him? And his own things have not been packed yet.

Just as he was thinking about these things, he suddenly saw the apology in Qing'er's eyes, and his heart suddenly sank.

"I have no choice, Qingtianjian is in his hands." Qing'er said with a grievance.

Tongyan didn't say anything, and without hesitation, he sacrificed his magic weapon and blasted towards the lake.

It's day now, and the spring is very bright in the blue sky, but it suddenly becomes dim.

The immortal lights in the nunnery lit up at the same time, and the secret connection between them formed an extremely strong formation.

There was a loud bang.

The magic weapon flew back.

Only then did Tongyan realize that the lantern array of Shuiyue Temple was used to deal with him in addition to isolating the chill on Xue Ji!

The cosmic front buzzed slightly, and the fine lines on the lake surface became denser.

Tongyan said to Jing Jiu: "You actually robbed me?"

Jing Jiu said: "I won the bet with Qilin in Guocheng Temple. Qingtianjian should have let me spend a while. You can practice here with peace of mind. When you want to go to the West Sea, you will naturally give it back to you."

Tongyan frowned and thought to herself, how did you know I was going to Xihai? She asked, "She will be discovered, what will you do then?"

Xue Ji's bloodline is too strong, and the chill in her body can move the world. Where can a quilt be covered?

Jing Jiu said, "I'm leaving."

I didn't see how Xue Ji was doing, and the immortal light on the trees around the snow lake was shaking.

Hundreds of sword intents overflowed from the edge of the universe, and as Xue Ji's consciousness fell, it was tied onto the quilt like an invisible rope.

This is Chengtian Sword Technique.

The chill on Xue Ji's body was locked and she no longer leaked.

At this time, she looked like a little girl who had forgotten to add firewood at home, afraid of the cold, and was tightly wrapped in a quilt on the kang during the Chinese New Year.

...

...

Mr. Li left the temple and walked out of the mountain.

Before he could walk for a long time, he arrived at the intersection of the two streams.

There is a pond here, with lots of lotus flowers growing inside.

It's spring now, and I've just experienced a terrible late spring cold. Naturally, there are no new lotus branches, only the remaining leaves from last year, which looks very bleak.

He stood by the lotus pond, silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

Something suddenly fell in the sky, right in front of him. He subconsciously reached out to take it and found that it was a small porcelain bottle.

He looked up and saw a sword light flying towards the horizon.

The sword light quickly disappeared into the sky in a few breaths.

He looked quietly in the sky, and after a long time he did not retract his gaze.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!