Although Anxixia was not interested in Lingxuzi's swordsmanship, he had already smelled the atmosphere of conspiracy.
The Sword Master comes to teach An Xixia swordsmanship every day. She is naturally talented, and her body has wonderful bones, so she has made rapid progress in these days. In terms of swordsmanship, she has reached the fifth level, and now she has learned
How can I handle a sword, but I'm not very proficient yet.
The sword master saw her making such rapid progress, and he felt extremely proud. After seeing Lingxuzi's lukewarm attitude towards her, he felt that this was just right, and it was perfect for him to teach Anxixia. But as time went by, she realized that something was wrong.
Yes, Lingxuzi asked about Xuepo's whereabouts several times, but he left her behind but did not teach her any sword skills.
After about ten days of this, An Xixia only felt that the energy in her body was abundant. From the looks of it, she seemed not too far away from advancing.
Anxi Xia had just finished adjusting her breath after practicing the exercises that day. When she saw the sword master looking at her with a sad face, she asked curiously: "What's going on?"
The sword master sighed and said: "Since ancient times, separation has been sentimental. Your master and I still have important things to do, so I have to leave you for a while."
Although An Xixia felt that his words "Since ancient times, sentimentality hurts parting" were a bit inappropriate when applied to her and him, but when she heard that he was leaving, she felt a little reluctant. After all, she was still very serious when she was the Sword Master.
She asked: "Where are you going, master? I haven't learned all the sword skills yet!"
"Now that you want to conquer the world with this swordsmanship, there are not many people who can match you. What you lack is practical experience. You have to rely on yourself for actual combat. Being a teacher cannot help you.
"The sword master said calmly.
An Xixia knew that he was telling the truth, so she didn't hold back at the moment. She just cupped her hands and said, "The mountains are long and the rivers are wide. Master cherishes it."
"I know you are a girl without a conscience." The sword master looked at An Xixia with a smile and said: "It's just that you have no conscience, but as a teacher, you can't have a conscience. You have this sword manual. If you have nothing to do, you can read the details yourself. Wait for me
I will test your swordsmanship next time I come back, so don't let me down then."
An Xixia reached out and took the sword manual. She lowered her head slightly and said softly: "I will never let Master down."
When she raised her head, the Sword Master had disappeared without a trace. She felt a little sad in her heart. She bowed three times to the place where the Sword Master left. Although she and the Sword Master were not happy when they met, he
He was extremely serious when teaching her. He was already her elder in her heart.
An Xixia put her sword skills away, and counting the days of the Tianwu Competition that she had arranged with Li Jie, she should be ready to go.
When she put away her sword and returned to Qingjianmen from the hot spring, she saw Jianyan standing there and said: "Little junior sister, master, please come over."
Ever since she seriously injured Jian Yan last time and cut off his descendants, he had been avoiding her. She felt a little strange seeing him again now.
She soon discovered what was wrong. Jianyan spoke in a sharp and soft voice, like a woman, but also looked like a man, which sounded extremely disgusting.
There was a faint coldness in her eyes. She knew that it was impossible to reconcile the relationship between her and Jianyan. Jianyan probably hated her to the core for a long time, so he just asked: "Where is the master?"