MTL - The Most Generous Master Ever-Chapter 17 : Zixia Swordsmanship

"Okay! You go down..."

Qi Wugui waved his hand, indicating that Qi Hao can go out.

After Qi Hao left, a young man walked in excitedly and bowed head to head.

"Master, I have broken through to the second rank of Qi training..."

The young man said as if asking for credit, and he was very happy. He just made a breakthrough and wanted to share this joy with Master.

Who would have thought that Qi Wugui glanced at him with disdain, then thought of Lin Qingzhu again, and his eyes became more and more contemptuous.

This young man is none other than the disciple Qi Wugui and Yang Wudi fought over that day, Li Caisi.

At first, he thought he had picked up a treasure, but now he feels as uncomfortable as eating shit.

It took five days to practice the second level of qi, and Lin Qingzhu has already practiced the fourth level of qi.

"What is there to be proud of?"

Qi Wugui said coldly, when Li Caisi heard this, he was very disappointed.

He couldn't figure it out. In just one day, Master's attitude instantly turned 180 degrees and became so unfamiliar.

Could it be his performance that disappointed Master?

"If you have a little achievement, you will be complacent. How can you become a big thing with such a heart."

Qi Wugui continued, saying that they are also born with divine bones, so why do other people's disciples practice the fourth qi in five days?

And his disciple, only worthy of the second rank?

Could it be that he is inferior to Ye Qiu?

Impossible, he would rather believe that he received a piece of trash than that Ye Qiubi would teach his disciples.

Li Caisi was very depressed in his heart. He thought that he would be happy if he told Master about his breakthrough.

Unexpectedly, Qi Wugui was not only not happy, but very angry.

"Master, I know I was wrong! I will definitely work harder to reach the height that Master expects as soon as possible."

"Well, let's go down!"

Qi Wugui didn't show any expression, just said plainly.

He has given up any hope for this disciple.

I just hope that Qi Hao can fight for a bit. After all, he is his own son and future heir.

the next day…

Wake up early in the morning, the sun slowly rises, inside Zixia Peak.

"The plan of the day is in the morning. Early morning, full of vigor, is the most suitable time for cultivation."

"Teacher, you have to understand! In the wilderness, if you want to survive, you can only rely on the sword in your hand."

"Only if you are strong enough, will people listen to what you say."

In the bamboo forest, Ye Qiu said eloquently, and Lin Qingzhu listened very carefully.

"Today, pass on your Zixia swordsmanship for the master!"

"This swordsmanship is the swordsmanship that I inherited from Zixia Peak and continued in the general outline of the patching sky. Later, it was improved by your master to maximize the power of the swordsmanship."

"Swordsmanship is profound and cannot be mastered in a day. You have to practice diligently every day, and don't let it go to waste..."

Lin Qingzhu listened very carefully, nodded solemnly, and said, "Master, I understand, I must practice diligently, and strive to develop my unique skills as soon as possible."

"Very good, Zixia swordsmanship, pay attention to an ethereal, elegant movement."

"It looks like a sword dance, but it's actually more like a slow dance in the clouds. It looks delicate, but it's powerful. Often, a single sword strike will make the opponent throw away their armor and armor and flee."

With that said, Ye Qiu picked up a bamboo and said, "I'll show it to you, and I'll teach you the swordsmanship later. Then, you can practice according to the swordsmanship."

"If you have any questions you don't understand, you can come and ask me directly..."

Ye Qiu didn't use the Yunxiao Sword, the main reason was that the sword was too powerful, and he was afraid that he would end up taking it home.

With his current strength in the Divine Treasure Realm and the Yunxiao Sword, even a leader-level powerhouse is no match for him.

Ye Qiu has this confidence, mainly because of the mental method he has cultivated, but the divine-level mental method, its spiritual power is pure, and its power is amazing.

Plus, with the bonus of the Immortal Sword, if you can't even beat a leader, it would be a shame.

Lin Qingzhu's expression was tense as he stared at Ye Qiu in the bamboo forest.

"Master, I'm ready!"

Ye Qiu nodded and immediately began to dance the sword.

I saw the bamboo turn in my hand, and a beautiful sword flower bloomed instantly, giving birth to a lotus pattern under my feet.

In an instant, Ye Qiu jumped and danced in the air, dressed in white, like a sword fairy in the sky.

Where the sword energy swept across, Bamboo Forest turned back and forth again and again.

Looking at Lin Qingzhu was fascinated and intoxicated, such illusory swordsmanship, coupled with Ye Qiu's temperament in white clothes, made one really unable to extricate himself.

Soon she fell into it, and in the process of Ye Qiu wielding the sword, she gradually found out some ways.

Suddenly, the originally bland sword art suddenly became fierce, and the killing intent skyrocketed.

A bamboo in Ye Qiu's hands danced with a terrifying sword intent, instantly slashing the dust.

Suddenly, the ground suddenly cracked a gap...

"this…"

Lin Qingzhu was shocked. She did not expect such a terrifying move in this seemingly ingenious swordsmanship.

Soon, Ye Qiu completed the demonstration of a set of swordsmanship, and slowly fell from above. Bamboo stood on his back, and he really felt like a sword fairy in the sky.

"Teacher, can you see clearly?"

Ye Qiu said with a guilty conscience.

He was also cramming a few days ago and just learned it.

Because of the comprehension bonus of Daozhihua, he learned very quickly, and he mastered the mystery of Zixia swordsmanship in a few days.

I don't know if Lin Qingzhu can understand it. If he doesn't understand, it will be embarrassing.

After all, as a master, he has just learned, and he is still groping.

To Ye Qiu's surprise, Lin Qingzhu smiled slightly and said, "Well... I see it clearly."

"Although Shizun only demonstrated it once, I have written down all of it."

Ye Qiu was a little surprised, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Is it possible that this girl still has the ability to remember?

Can this be seen clearly?

"Did you really remember everything?"

Ye Qiu asked in disbelief, while Lin Qingzhu smiled proudly.

"How difficult is this, let alone these few swordsmanships, even if it is a thick Taoist scripture, I can remember it just by looking at it at a glance."

Ye Qiu's eyes lit up, this girl really has the ability to never forget?

She really underestimated her, and she didn't find out for so many days.

"Very good! Now that you have seen it clearly, you can hold this sword manual, follow it, and practice what I just demonstrated."

"If you come across something you don't understand, feel free to ask me."

Ye Qiu smiled comfortably and continued, "Although you have a good memory, when it comes to swordsmanship, the most important thing is your understanding."

"There are many swordsmanships in the world, but no matter what kind of swordsmanship, its ultimate meaning will lead to a goal."

"That's the Sword Intent! Only by comprehending the Sword Intent can the true power of the Sword Art be exerted."

"It's not an easy thing to understand the sword intent. It will take a year, or even several years, to understand the sword intent."

"Those with poorer comprehension might not be able to comprehend the sword intent in their lifetime."

Lin Qingzhu listened very seriously. Hearing how difficult the Master said about Sword Intent, he suddenly had a goal in his heart.

"Master, don't worry, I will practice hard, and strive to realize the sword intent as soon as possible."

"Well, let's go! I'm very at ease with you as a teacher..."

Lin Qingzhu was overjoyed and walked away happily with Jianpu in his arms.

Master said that he was very relieved to me, that is, he was very satisfied with me. It seems that I did not disappoint Master.

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