Chapter 17 Diligence can make up for weakness "Don't cry, here, it will look better." He handed the sword to the little disciple, but the little disciple's face was still full of resistance and he didn't want to take it. "This sword is not as cool as I imagined. Are you a little disappointed?" He almost laughed out loud. In fact, he was a little disappointed at first, but when he thought of the appearance of the Hengyue Sword recorded in the jade slip, he was helpless. "You are a smart child. This sword is the way of life left by Fairy Hengyue for the people of the world. But how can the demons who want to destroy this world not have a backup plan? Although his real body is trapped in the formation, he has also developed power in this world. Those who follow him will definitely not want to see the Hengyue Sword successfully find a successor. You did not activate the Hengyue Sword Talisman in front of others, but they would rather kill someone by mistake than let him go. Being the successor of Hengyue is full of dangers. The low-key appearance of this sword is just right for you. Besides, its appearance... you can communicate with the sword spirit and change it to the appearance you want at any time." After listening to his master's words, Zhou Ling wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and finally took the sword. In fact, she didn't want to take it, not because she was disappointed, but simply because she was wondering where the thick oil stains on the sword had gone. When she first held the iron frame, the greasy touch was like a nightmare, and she even had some psychological trauma. Fortunately, when I held it again, the wooden handle felt pretty good. "Now that you have a sword, when you go back, you can first take a look at the Hengyue Sword Art that I left for you in the storage bracelet, as well as the martial arts created by the Hengyue Fairy. Only you can see the contents of the jade slips that record the sword art and martial arts. Although I cannot teach you, there are many basic things in swordsmanship that are common. If you encounter something you don't understand, you can always come and ask me." "Thank you, Master." Zhou Ling was very grateful for Master's thoughtfulness. But I also felt a bit of pressure.
Being chosen as the destined person by Fairy Hengyue and inheriting her legacy is naturally a great opportunity. But this opportunity comes with a deadly and unknown danger. Whether she can use the Hengyue Sword to become another powerful boss who can save the world depends on whether she can survive on this road of cultivation. When we returned to Zhijian Peak, it was already late at night and the dew was thick. There was a lantern hanging in front of my mother's tent. Through the candlelight, I could vaguely see a figure in the tent, which must be someone who had not yet gone to bed. "Mom, I'm back." The voice came before the person arrived. Hearing his daughter's movement, Zhou Li pulled aside the curtain and came out. Seeing that his daughter was holding a sword in her hand, he looked at it curiously. "There will be no sword-fighting class tomorrow, so don't rush to find a sword." She thought her daughter hurriedly followed her master out in the middle of the night to find this ordinary iron sword. Zhou Ling was feeling a little sleepy at first, and was yawning as he crawled onto the couch. But when he heard the words "attend class tomorrow", all of a sudden he lost all his sleepiness and became very energetic. "You have a class tomorrow? What class?" "All new disciples must go to the lecture hall to attend the classes." Zhou Li was holding a sword and looked at her in surprise when he heard his daughter's question. "After the people at the Inquiry Level came out, a deacon disciple loudly spoke about what they needed to know before entering the sect. You... you kid, didn't you listen?" I can’t bear to hit my own child, but it’s really infuriating that he didn’t even listen to such important information. Zhou Li glared at Zhou Ling angrily, put down his sword, and picked up the bag of snacks on the table. "If you don't study hard, your snacks will be confiscated and you will be punished!" "I was wrong and I deserve to be punished." Zhou Ling admitted his mistake honestly. This time, it was indeed her fault. Now recalling the scene at that time, it seemed that she did hear someone loudly reading the instructions for initiating disciples, but she was distracted at that time. After all, her own master knelt in front of her in front of so many people and did that. She was still young and she couldn't digest it! I haven't attended class for a long, long time. Zhou Ling lay on the couch, holding the doll her mother had sewed for her, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. It feels a bit like the nervousness before an exam, even though it's not an exam. It was extremely quiet outside, with the occasional chirping of insects. Since he couldn't sleep, Zhou Ling simply got up and practiced.
I had only heard before that monks didn't need to sleep, and could sit there with their eyes closed to circulate spiritual energy for several weeks. Although they didn't sleep, their bodies would naturally warm up and repair themselves because of the spiritual energy. One night of cultivation was more effective than sleeping for ten days. I had only heard about it before, but now I could try it myself. For fear of disturbing her mother, Zhou Ling tiptoed out of the tent and found a flat piece of grass to sit down. The evening breeze was blowing gently, the moonlight was like water, and the red maple leaves not far away were rustling, accompanied by the occasional chirping of insects, which calmed Zhou Ling's heart a little. The storage bracelet her master gave her was almost like a treasure bag, containing everything, naturally including the introductory method of meditation and circulation of spiritual energy. He probed his spiritual consciousness into the jade slip and took a rough look at it. He found that the way it was recorded was exactly the same as what he realized instinctively when he was almost blown up by spiritual power! Wow! Can you realize this by yourself? Could it be that I am a rare genius in cultivating immortals that appears once in a million years? Thinking of this, the corner of Zhou Ling's mouth, which had just been raised, instantly turned into a bitter smile. Is there any immortal cultivation genius who is a rubbish with five spiritual roots? Sigh... Fortunately, Zhou Ling has always believed that diligence can make up for one's shortcomings and man can conquer nature. As long as she puts in a little more time and energy than others, she will never fall behind too much, even if she is the early bird. She closed her eyes and circulated her spiritual energy. Time passed by quietly like quicksand as she was immersed in her cultivation. The scorching sun in the early morning was a little dazzling. Just after finishing the last cycle of exercise and closing his mind, Zhou Ling felt someone poking his shoulder. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw his mother's stunning face magnified before his eyes. "My God! Why did you wash your face?" Zhou Ling was so scared that she leaned back and reflexively looked around to see if there were any outsiders. "Don't be afraid..." Seeing that his daughter's first reaction was like this, Zhou Li felt a pang of pain in his nose and took a step forward to hug his daughter. "Now that you have a master and have entered a sect, you have someone to back you up. There's no need to hide it anymore. Axia, tell me." She gently stroked her daughter's back and explained to her in a soft voice. She had a pretty face, but for a beautiful woman to raise a child alone in this cannibalistic world of immortal cultivation, it would be very difficult for her to survive if she didn't hide herself. In the early years, because of this face, I had encountered countless troubles. Later, when my daughter grew up and could speak, after she called me "Mom" for the first time, I babbled and told her indistinctly that it would be safer to smear her face black. "Oh, that's right!" Zhou Ling finally reacted. The situation is different now. She has a backer now. There is no need to hide her mother's beauty. She can protect her! "Don't be happy too early." Seeing that she had come to her senses, Zhou Li let go of her, pointed to the height of the rising sun, and spoke again with a stern face. "First day of school, late, punished." Zhou Ling: “!!!” Her head buzzed and she almost ran down the mountain. (End of this chapter)