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Chapter 195: Damn it, my disciple is the Demon Lord 14

As if his sight was burned, he hurriedly shifted his gaze to the end of the branch.

The flowers and leaves above have not completely fallen off, and a huge white magnolia is blooming, with its petals half open and half closed, carrying an inexplicable classical landscape mood.

Lin Zhou was distracted without realizing it, but was soon interrupted by the woman's instructions accompanied by the scent of flowers in his ears.

"Lin Zhou, hold your sword tightly."

After she reminded him, Lin Zhou's eyes fell on her again and he subconsciously tightened the branch in his hand.

The next second, a crisp sound of breaking through the air came towards his ears, and a huge flower bud was spinning and approaching in his sight. Without thinking too much, Lin Zhou reflexively raised the branch in his hand to block to the right.

The branch on the opposite side attacked again, and the intricate petals spun rapidly, flipping down and hitting his wrist.

There was a pain in the palm of my hand, and I opened my fingers slightly, and the branch fell to the ground.

Lin Zhou quietly looked up to observe Shi Qing's reaction.

"Come again." Still in a calm tone.

Lin Zhou picked up a branch from the ground, his eyes lit up with fighting spirit, shining like stars.

Soon, Shi Qing attacked relentlessly. His movements were unpredictable and irregular, yet they formed a system of their own, flowing naturally.

Every time she hit him, his hands would become numb. Before Lin Zhou could prepare himself for the attack, she would change her moves. She was soft but firm, like a sword hidden in honey. It was impossible to tell which move was real and which was fake.

Lin Zhou couldn't resist and was beaten by her the whole time, which frustrated his mind and made his body tired and weak.

After a long time, when I was feeling dizzy, I finally heard the announcement of the end.

Lin Zhou was already out of breath, and could no longer hold the branch in his hand, so he fell to the ground. On the other side, the woman had her left hand behind her back, and in her right hand she was holding a branch with magnolia flowers on it.

Between the two people, there was only a hint of white among the tender green grass.

"How does it feel?" Shi Qing asked.

She only asked four words, without specifying whether the subject was him or her. If the answer was to be perfect, all aspects had to be covered.

Lin Zhou sorted out his thoughts, carefully considered his words and spoke:

"Master, your moves just now are somewhat familiar. If I am not mistaken, Master also used the Broken Star Sword Technique, but the order and pattern of Master and I are different."

"You're right."

Shi Qing turned her wrist and held the branch upright behind her. Her movements were smooth and graceful.

"The night sky is filled with thousands of stars, flickering and blinking. No matter which ones are connected, they can form different patterns. The core of the Broken Star Sword Technique is to take advantage of its ever-changing and unpredictable nature."

Lin Zhou seemed to understand and nodded:

"Even if they are in the same starry sky, the images seen by each person are different due to their state of mind. Therefore, the Broken Star Sword Technique requires the user to explore the path that suits him/herself in order to exert its greatest power."

Shi Qing nodded in appreciation, "That's right."

The Canxing sword technique varies from person to person, depending on the user's personality. The sword moves they use will be somewhat influenced by their temperament.

As the ancients said, a person's handwriting reflects his personality. Although this may not be accurate, it does make sense.

Lin Zhou couldn't help but recall his master's sword moves just now.

The move seemed gentle, but in fact it was fierce, like an undercurrent hidden beneath the sparkling lake, or a poisonous snake lurking under beautiful flowers.

Beauty exists, but it is fatal.

Lin Zhou was in a daze for a moment, and couldn't help but curse himself inwardly. These words were extremely disrespectful to describe his master.

He lowered his head and frowned, not daring to have any extra thoughts. He followed the rules of a disciple and saluted Shi Qing.

"Disciple thanks Master for his teachings!"

Shi Qing's expression remained unchanged, and his voice was indifferent:

"This sword technique is difficult to practice, and progress is slow. It requires long-term exploration and practice. Even if you learn all the moves, if you don't have the understanding, it will be difficult to exert its maximum power."

She paused and "looked" towards where Lin Zhou was. "Instead of doing this, why don't you choose another sword technique."

It is true that the Broken Star Sword Technique is difficult, but other sword techniques also require comprehension.

Shi Qing said this only out of his own selfish motives.

Lin Zhou raised his eyes, his thick eyelashes fluttered, and his dark pupils were as bright as day. He said firmly:

"If I can't even endure this little setback, how can I be qualified to be Master's disciple?"

"Master, I know your good intentions. I am not afraid of any hardship or difficulty. I believe that one day I will figure out my own Broken Star Sword Technique!"

By then, I will become someone as powerful as my master.

Shi Qing didn't know what he was thinking, so he just nodded and said, "It's up to you to decide. I'm tired, you can go back."

After saying this, she returned to her room.

She threw the branch casually on the ground, leaving it blooming alone.

Lin Zhou glanced at the tightly closed door and felt that his master seemed unhappy, but he didn't know what he had said was wrong.

He drooped his eyelids in frustration, and his dark blue eyelashes fell, hiding the loss and anxiety in his eyes.

After the setting sun disappeared behind several distant peaks, a cool moonlight in the east quietly bloomed on the treetops, disguising itself as a blooming magnolia in an attempt to attract a moment's glance from passers-by.

The slender figure like a pine tree stood silently.

After a while, a pair of bony fingers quietly picked up the forgotten magnolia branch.

After returning to the room, Shi Qing hurriedly found a porcelain bottle from the storage bag, poured out one or two red pills from it, and quickly swallowed them. Only then did the burning sensation in his eyes gradually fade away.

After all this time, I still can't look directly into the sun.

Shi Qing sighed and took out a blindfold of black silk from the jade box. This was found by the head brother. Although the effect is not as good as the white silk from the East China Sea, it is better than nothing.

After putting it next to the bed, Shi Qing did not go to the back mountain again this time.

She took out the black ice crystal stone, and the strange cold darkness instantly filled the room. Shi Qing used a spell to create an isolation shield in the room.

She also took out the mirror. The last time it appeared in the bracelet was just a temporary means to facilitate movement. The old man's soul was still trapped in the mirror.

"Why is this ice crystal stone so black? It must have not been bathed for a thousand years! We should just call it black crystal stone."

The ice crystal stone on the table was so pure black that no corners or details could be seen. When it was placed there, it was like a hole suddenly appeared in a three-dimensional room.

"Aren't you the same?" Shi Qing said in a flat tone.

The old man choked. His long white beard looked a little frizzy because he hadn't been groomed for a long time. There were loose hairs all around. At first glance, you would think it was a low-quality wig bought online.

"Young people today really don't know how to respect their elders."

The old man was angry, but he didn't care. He looked at the ice crystal stone again.

"Although I already knew that ice crystals are most susceptible to evil spirits, I didn't expect there would be so many."

The old man stroked his beard, his white eyebrows wrinkled, "The Star Dragon Grass hasn't bloomed yet. It will take a long time for the flower juice to drive away the evil spirit from it. So, you'd better seal this thing first."

After a thousand years, the evil spirit, resentment and other negative auras tainted by the ice crystal stone are extremely strong. If they are not removed, they will become a time bomb.

"I know."

Shi Qing touched the ice crystal stone and felt it was extremely rough, like a wall built with thousands of needles, with densely packed tips that were dry, hard and prickly.

However, with just a slight stroke, red marks appeared on her fingertips, and the outermost layer of skin was directly cut, and the bright red color beneath the fair skin was faintly visible.

She seemed to be thinking about something, then suddenly smiled and said:

"A sword made of this must be very sharp. Imagine stabbing it into the devil's heart, and the blood will explode like fireworks."

As she spoke, she made a finger gesture in a very rich onomatopoeic way, and a strange smile blossomed on her moon-like face, which was quite abrupt.

The old man seemed to be used to her nature and remained calm. "Then you must practice quickly and practice the Cold Moon Heart Technique to the highest level. Otherwise, how will you be able to defeat that old immortal?"

Shi Qing took out a jade box, put the ice crystal stone in it, then sealed it with spiritual power and placed it together with the thick ancient book.

After doing all this, she seemed to remember something, "I wonder who won the first place in the sect assessment?"

_

Day two.

The winner was having a great time in the mountain behind the snowy peak.

Lu Xingxuan was wearing the indigo-blue sect disciple uniform and sitting cross-legged on a smooth boulder beside a clear spring. She had her eyes closed as if she was meditating and practicing.

Suddenly, the bamboo pole in his hand moved and the fish was hooked.

Lu Xingxuan opened her round almond-shaped eyes in a flash, a look of joy appeared on her face. She stood up abruptly, reeled in the line, scooped up the fish, and put it in the basin. Her movements were smooth and skillful, and it was obvious that this was not her first time.

She glanced at the grass carp swimming freely and said to herself, "I don't know how Master raises them. There are so many fish in this spring that you can never catch them all. They are all so sleek and shiny."

The Star Dragon Grass next to it lay on the basin, its eyes wide open, "Such a big fish, could it be a spirit?"

After so many days of getting along, Xinglongcao had given up on Shi Qing's two disciples and cried bitterly because it was completely useless.

These two people were like being brainwashed, blindly optimistic and trusting the woman unconditionally. Every time he said something bad about her, Lin Zhou looked unhappy and taught him a lesson with a very cold face; Lu Xingxuan was a man of action, and he directly thought of various ways to deal with him, without any means.

Although it did not cause any actual harm, it seriously damaged its fragile dignity.

Failing to attack head-on, Star Dragon Grass decided to adopt a roundabout tactic, pretending to surrender, and then escaping when they relaxed their guard.

"That makes sense." Lu Xingxuan squatted down and said to the fish calmly, "If you become a spirit, just make a sound."

The grass carp's gills fluttered underwater, its eyes were small and round, and it made no sound.

Lu Xingxuan pointed at it and said, "I think it's rolling its eyes at me."

Star Dragon Grass rolled its eyes and ignored it.

After a while, Lu Xingxuan brought the big fish in the basin to the kitchen of Jixue Peak.

Since she came, the kitchen that had been unused for a long time was finally put to use again, with smoke rising up and fragrance lingering in the air every day.

After processing the grass carp, Lu Xingxuan sprinkled the seasonings she had found from various places in the sect, and a fragrant braised fish was ready. Lu Xingxuan bent down and smelled it, and the taste was no less than that of a Michelin chef.

Her eyes were shining as she carefully picked up the plate and walked towards Fenghui Courtyard.

_

At that time, the wind returned to the courtyard.

On the edge of the green grass, rows of pebbles were laid neatly. The white tips of a woman's shoes were spinning and dancing on them. The purple skirt of a vine swept past, causing the grass leaves to sway. A flash of silver light flashed by, leaving only a few afterimages.

When the sword was extended and retracted, the woman followed like a shadow, and the man and the sword became one. Her movements were ingenious, gorgeous, and powerful.

In an instant, Shi Qing sheathed his sword, but the remaining sword energy remained, causing his sleeves to rustle and the magnolia petals to shatter and fall.

This scene is like being in a fairyland.

"Xingxuan?" The woman in the rain of flowers tilted her head and looked accurately at Lu Xingxuan at the gate of the courtyard.

"Master!" A smile broke out on the girl's pretty face. She trotted over cautiously, holding a plate full of braised fish.

"Master's sword dance is so beautiful, sweeping across the world with vigorous momentum!"

Shi Qing smiled and said, "Don't be so slick. What brings you here today?"

As soon as she got closer, Shi Qing smelled the spicy food but pretended not to know.

Lu Xingxuan quickly put the plate on the stone table and introduced excitedly: "Master, you have worked hard coming down the mountain. I specially made a braised fish for you. Please taste it, Master."

Shi Qing hesitated, "I am thoughtful, but I seldom eat these grains..."

Lu Xingxuan seemed to have heard some extremely bad news. She pursed her lips and turned down her almond-shaped eyes in grievance.

"Master, this disciple tried for ten days before he succeeded. I heard that you were coming back last night, so I went out to fish early in the morning, just to make it taste delicious for you."

She raised her eyes, her eyes were full of tears like a gurgling spring in the forest in the afternoon. Her tone was like the cry of a baby bird, so pitiful.

Shi Qing held back the words that he wanted to politely refuse. Unable to resist her request, he had to sit down gracefully on the cool stone bench.

Thinking of something, Shi Qing asked Lu Xingxuan to call Lin Zhou over.

A moment later, the master and his two disciples enjoyed the delicious braised fish together in the yard.

During this time, Lu Xingxuan kept talking about some interesting things that happened in the sect, such as the thousand-year-old ginseng raised in Yaogu Peak that ran to Lihuo Peak and was accidentally used as a carrot by the disciples of Elder Su Lian to make chicken soup.

For example, after the last turtle incident, Lu Xingxuan and his three companions became famous among all the disciples. Whenever they saw them, the new disciples would ask how old the turtle was, whether it would eat people, etc., which scared Lu Xingxuan so much that he would run away when he saw people.

Furthermore, Hall Master Ren caught a few disciples who were skipping classes and slacking off during his patrol, and there were many fat pheasants and wild birds on Qingfeng Peak, the most flowers and plants on Yaogu Peak, and the most special rocks on Lihuo Peak.

Lu Xingxuan spoke with great passion and emotion, and many daily events sounded like humorous little stories through her mouth, which were very interesting and funny.

Shi Qing wore a faint smile throughout the whole process, listening attentively and responding occasionally.

Lin Zhou, who was sitting opposite, glanced at Lu Xingxuan who was talking so much, and then thought of his own poor tongue and felt annoyed.

If he had a more lively personality like Lu Xingxuan, would Master look at him more?

He raised his eyelids and peeked at the woman's beautiful face from the corner of his eye.