frightfiction Chapter 451 Who is the Ancestor?
Chapter 451 Who is the Ancestor?
After preparing everything, Bai Lan immediately turned the green dragon under his feet, ignored Yuqing Peak in the distance, and quickly walked towards Liubo Mountain.
Nan Xianzhi, who had been waiting at Yuqing Peak after receiving the news that Bai Lan had returned alive, was now teaching Xueer to practice magic.
"Your basic skills are too poor, is this how Bai Lan taught you? Your strength is not even as good as the Qi Refining disciples of Zhengdao Peak! The foundation-building disciples who were killed by those who crossed levels in the cultivation world must have been lowered by people like you."
Nan Xianzhi looked disappointed. He put away the blade of his sword and hit Xue'er on the back of her head with his backhand.
After being hit, Xue'er yelled in anger, then shot a water arrow towards Nan Xianzhi with her backhand.
Not only did this move miss, but it made Nan Xianzhi laugh out loud: "Oh my god, I don't use this move in the middle stage of Qi Refining, but you are still using it after you have established your foundation?"
"You, don't go too far! When Master comes back, you'll be in big trouble!" Xue'er choked with sobs, but her hands did not stop moving. Several water arrows shot towards Nan Xianzhi one after another.
Xue'er seldom does any fighting herself. To be more precise, most of the time she relies on the Jindan stage guard beside her to take action. Even when she is needed to take action, he will directly smash the magic weapons and talismans in the storage bag.
But the master said that this was wrong. Relying too much on the gifts given by the elders would make her sword become dull. Then he took away her storage bag and only gave her a long sword, asking her to practice swordsmanship well...
Xue'er then remembered that there was still the sword given by Bai Lan in her storage bag. She wiped her tears, took out the long sword from the storage bag, and raised it to Nan Xianzhi: "Come again! With the sword given by my master, I will definitely teach you a lesson this time!"
"......This sword." Nan Xianzhi was surprised for a moment.
Such a familiar sword, it seems to be... the sword that Taoist Qingxuan gave to Bai Ling when she became a disciple. Now it appears in Xueer's hands.
The sword that the former master of Yuqing Peak gave to his disciple was now given to him by the current master of Yuqing Peak.
It sounds like they are from the same lineage, but the truth is completely different.
It’s a pity that Xue’er’s swordsmanship is not very sophisticated.
The magical powers she had learned were indeed top-notch, but she had no method in fighting. Nan Xianzhi just pointed out a few obvious weaknesses, and Xue'er's rhythm was completely messed up. Her sword skills no longer looked like sword skills, and her footwork no longer had the rhythm of a footwork. She just started to chop randomly in the direction ahead.
The food is so bad that it's unbearable to look at.
Even if it were placed in the Ten Thousand Mountains, it would be tortured by the spirit pigs and run around everywhere.
Bai Lan is a talented cultivator of Qingyuan Sect after all. He is hard to find an rival even in Wuyun Continent. It would be too embarrassing to tell others that the disciple he accepted is of such a character.
Nan Xianzhi closed his eyes reluctantly, raised his hand and sent a stream of spiritual energy to knock the sword out of Xue'er's hand, and said in a cold voice: "Hold your breath and concentrate. If your mind is disturbed, the sword will be disturbed as well. Only when your mind is free of other things can you achieve the unity of man and sword."
"What, what is the unity of man and sword?" Xue'er covered her hands and looked up, with a hint of doubt in her nasal tone.
Nan Xianzhi took a deep breath and said, "You... that's all. This is how I should teach a disciple like you!"
After saying that, Nan Xianzhi shook the sword in his hand and struck straight towards Xue'er.
Nan Xianzhi learned from Master Qinghe, and his skills are to hide a dagger behind a smile and to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger. His moves seem soft and weak, but there are mysteries hidden inside.
With the intention of teaching Xue'er a lesson, Nan Xianzhi did not leave her no room for attack as he did when he dealt with the demon cultivator. Instead, he gave her enough space to dodge and fight back, and then pointed out the flaws in her moves.
This went on for two hours, but Nan Xianzhi had no results. He even had time to eat some melon seeds while practicing, but Xue'er was already sweating profusely from exhaustion.
"Thank you, thank you..." Xue'er lay on the ground and spoke weakly.
No matter how stupid she was, she knew that this unknown kind-hearted senior sister from Qingyuan Sect was just teaching her.
The tears in Xue'er's eyes were caused by tiredness and the scolding from Nan Xianzhi.
She missed her master. When her master taught her swordplay, he would definitely not scold her like this...
Nan Xianzhi snorted and slowly retracted his sword: "Why hasn't that woman come back yet? I was planning to teach you until she comes back, but you are so tired that you can't move. Why is she still nowhere to be seen?"
When Xue'er heard Bai Lan's name, she slowly got up from the ground: "Yes, yes, where is Master?"
"Forget it, I'll go to Zhengdao Peak to take a look, you..." Nan Xianzhi turned around and glanced at Xue'er after saying this: "Your endurance is good, but a little worse than mine. When I was practicing swordsmanship, I had to swing the sword 10,000 times a day. As for you, tsk tsk tsk."
Ten thousand times???
Xue'er originally wanted to get up and go to Zhengdao Peak with Nan Xianzhi to see Bai Lan, but the next second she was crushed back to the ground by the three words "ten thousand times".
No, no, if she can do it, then I can do it too!
Otherwise, Master will definitely be disappointed in me.
The smiling figure of Bai Lan flashed through Xue'er's mind, and she was suddenly cheered up. She slowly moved her gaze to the sword that fell on the ground, gritted her teeth, and picked it up again.
Nan Xianzhi looked at Xue'er in front of him in silence for a long time, and then as if he thought of something, he became excited and started swinging his sword.
“…outrageous.”
Just as she was about to turn around and leave, Nan Xianzhi turned back and bumped into Nangong Yuan who was walking towards her cautiously.
"Hmph." Nan Xianzhi sneered, flicked his sleeves and left.
“Senior sister! Senior sister Nan!” Nangong Yuan hurriedly called Nan Xianzhi and handed her a storage bag with both hands: “Senior sister, that day outside the Corpse Refining Sect, I offended you. You are a great man who does not bear grudges. But please do not scold me in front of the ancestor…”
"What did you call me?" Nan Xianzhi pointed at herself: "Senior Sister?"
The three from Yuqing Peak, including Bai Ling, all looked down upon her when they saw her. They took advantage of their status to call themselves senior brothers, but never once called her senior sister. They always called her by her full name when they met her.
"No, isn't that right?" Nangong Yuan began to panic. Shouldn't he call her Senior Sister? Could it be that this person was of a higher generation than him?
"Who is the ancestor you just mentioned?" Nan Xianzhi's expression suddenly became strange when he saw this situation.
Nangong Yuan swallowed his saliva: "The ancestor is the ancestor, the master of Yuqing Peak, Master Bai..."
"...?"
Nan Xianzhi fell into silence for a long time. She walked around Nangong Yuan and said, "Are you okay?"
Nangong Yuan rubbed his head and said, "Please forgive me, Senior Sister. I was abducted by a demon cultivator not long ago, and I can't remember many things that happened in the past."
“…Oh, you lost your memory.” Nan Xianzhi reacted immediately.