Chapter 162: Dajun's Sword
“Swish! Swish!”
The sharp sword wind split the faint mist in the air.
It is hard to imagine that such a sword was stabbed by an underage girl.
But it seemed that the few female disciples who were watching the performance did not cheer much.
After all, Dazhen's sword had already amazed them.
Although this temple is very large, there are not many disciples inside.
Not to mention their own wishes, in this era, not every family is willing to send their children to a Taoist temple.
In the mountains and forests, above the clouds and mist, there may be people who are devoted to practicing Taoism.
But there are also many cowardly and greedy people.
Even in an era where voice determines discourse power, they have vaguely replaced the ascetics who unintentionally mixed in and become the noisy mainstream group.
Even on this famous Taoist mountain, people's hearts are still ups and downs.
Although they practice the same way, not everyone is a guest in the misty cloud...
Yi Chun squatted on the swing on the grape trellis next to him, watching the girl playing with the sword with interest.
The sword technique looks fancy, and the significance of the routine is greater than the actual combat.
However, it seems that the other party is also in the process of laying the foundation, and it does not seem to be a good thing for him to learn the not-so-elegant killing skills too early.
Some people think that swords are a way to protect themselves, while others think that weapons should be used to kill.
Otherwise, the sharp sword edge can only be sealed in the scabbard, isn't it a deep sorrow?
Yi Chun didn't think about it too much. After all, in his opinion, he would never be able to reach a high level in swordsmanship.
What he needed was to use the flying sword's fierce attack to suppress most of the spellcasters who were unable to cope with attacks of this magnitude.
As for fighting against melee units, it is obvious that the bloodthirsty beast's combat mode is what he relies on.
The advantage of wild transformation also lies in this flexible role switching.
Not long after, the female disciples, who were nominally instructing their junior sister but were actually watching the orange cat entering the meditation, gradually dispersed.
They also have their own schoolwork, but they have relatively more space at their disposal.
But if the master's requirements are not met during the evening inspection, the situation is not very optimistic...
Yi Chun watched the other female disciples practicing sword for a while, but he felt that he didn't gain anything.
Although their swordsmanship is indeed pleasing to the eye.
But that was not what Yi Chun needed. He did not have to master the sword intent before he could make the elixir.
But at least, he had to know what it was...
The description in words can't actually carry too much.
In other words, the best effect it can achieve is guidance.
But for Yi Chun, who had no basics and wanted to skip classes, the guidance of "The Beginning of Sword Alchemy" was obviously a bit advanced...
Just when Yi Chun was about to leave, he followed Taoist Yun for a few days to see his swordsmanship.
Dazhen, who had just left for some unknown reason, suddenly trotted out from the yard.
Then, she glanced around the small courtyard, and when she saw Yi Chun squatting on the swing, she immediately called out:
"Brother Orange Cat, my master wants you to come over."
Dazhen’s master?
Yi Chun remembered the dangerous aura he had sensed before.
Excluding other factors, judging from his aura, Dajin's master should be a dangerous person with a rather hot temper.
Yi Chun's tail stabilized in the air, and he felt it would be better to go.
After all, if you really want to talk about it, the other party is still one's uncle-master.
Although, his identity as a disciple seems quite different...
"Meow……"
Yi Chun nodded to Daheng and jumped off the swing.
Afterwards, Yi Chun followed Dazhen into the small courtyard...
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There was a fence in the small yard, and the thorns on it were neatly trimmed.
Behind the fence is a row of straight green bamboos.
They are not like the common bamboo forests that look like still, raging waves.
Instead, it is like a sword reaching into the sky, carrying a certain aura of domineering.
Because of the heavy humidity on the mountain, the ground in the bamboo forest was a little damp, and Yi Chun could feel a cold and damp feeling on the soles of his feet.
After passing through the bamboo forest, at the end of the green bamboo is a small wooden house.
Walking closer, Yi Chun vaguely smelled the scent of burning wood.
Dazhen took Yichun straight into the cottage, and as soon as he entered the house, Yichun felt a warmth.
The crackling sound of burning wood also confirmed the smell Yi Chun had smelled before.
"Are you the disciple he accepted?"
Next to the firewood, a kind-looking female Taoist glanced at Yi Chun and asked casually.
"Meow"
Yi Chun nodded. The aura of this female Taoist was the same one he had sensed before.
However, compared to before, the other party seemed to be much more restrained this time.
"I know why you're here—this thing seems useless."
As the Taoist priestess spoke, she picked up a rough wooden sword from the firewood pile beside her.
"Hit once and you'll understand."
Then, she glanced at Dazhen beside her:
"You always ask me what's wrong."
"Fight with your senior brother. If you win, I will tell you where you are inferior."
Then, the female Taoist threw the wooden sword to Dahong.
"ah?"
Dazhen took the wooden sword somewhat at a loss, but looking at the orange cat next to her, she felt that it was a bit absurd.
Could it be that my master thought that I was just looking at the cat instead of practicing martial arts, so he punished me like this on purpose?
Dajun thought secretly in her heart.
She looked at the small body of the orange cat and felt that it was inappropriate for her to hit a cat, especially a cat older than her.
"You have mastered a hundred skills, and you know how to defeat your enemies."
“But it’s like what they say: it’s too artificial.”
"You have to choose to trust the sword in your hand, not your skills..."
Looking at Dazhen who still had a confused look on her face, the female Taoist shook her head.
Then, she suddenly shouted:
“Draw your sword!”
Under the stimulation of some force, Dazhen suddenly sensed a dangerous aura emanating from the orange cat next to her!
It is so hideous and terrifying that it makes people tremble!
This reminded Dahong of the time when she was a child and went out to sea with her father. She suddenly woke up in the middle of the night and stared at the endless, deep, dark sea outside. Under the dim light, she caught a glimpse of the unknown huge black shadow under the sea!
It was a touch that struck the soul, an experience where one's entire life was swallowed up in the next second! Some people would shudder to the point of losing consciousness under the suppression of this life class.
But there are also people who choose to commemorate their dying lives with a final struggle!
In an instant, Dajun suddenly thrust a sword at the orange cat next to her! She didn't use any moves in this sword, but just like the most clumsy apprentice, she used up all her strength just to thrust that sword! At this moment, the rough wooden sword seemed to be endowed with some kind of light, it was faint but hard to look at directly! Time seemed to slow down at this moment, the sword in her hand, the cat in front of her...
Countless wonderful thoughts were surging in Daheng's mind.
But when she recovered from this special state, her sword had already broken through the air! Not good!
After realizing what she had done, Dazhen was shocked.
Then, she saw the tip of her sword piercing the air and the orange cat staring at her with a familiar look as always...
The sword is empty???
For a moment, Dajun was somewhat bewildered...
