Chapter 192 Jiang Nian: Suddenly Wants to Be a Teacher.
Feng Bailong felt he had let his teacher down. He hadn't expected to be defeated by a junior carrying bamboo poles; it was truly humiliating...
"Well, I hope Sect Master Feng will keep his promise."
"Definitely, definitely."
Feng Bailong coughed twice, stood up, patted the dirt and dust off his clothes, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.
It's already like this, so he might as well accept reality.
Following behind this Holy Son doesn't seem so hard to accept.
At least, in terms of swordsmanship, he was truly convinced.
"Sect Master actually lost?! Holy Son Jiang Nian's understanding of swordsmanship is probably no less than that of a Title Douluo!"
"Waaah~ I really want the Holy Son to teach me hand in hand, even if it's just holding my hot sword hilt."
"Whose sword hilt is hot! Hmm... no."
Jiang Nian looked at the mountain peak where the Wind Sword Sect was located, which was somewhat similar to the fantasy world of immortals and heroes he had imagined.
"Holy Son, you must be tired from your journey. Why don't you rest at our Wind Sword Sect for a while?"
Jiang Nian stroked his chin and nodded, "That's fine."
Feng Bailong immediately instructed his disciples to prepare accommodations for them.
A short while later, Jiang Nian, Qing Yu, and Zhu Zhuqing arrived at a small manor atop the main peak of the Wind Sword Sect.
The environment was beautiful, with a small lake.
Small animals occasionally appeared, causing Xiao Bai to excitedly chase and play.
Cultivating here was indeed quite pleasant.
The next day, Jiang Nian practiced his swordplay in the open space in front of the courtyard, resting when he got tired.
A girl wearing cat-ear headdress sat on the steps watching the man practice his sword, watching for the entire morning. When Xiao Bai got tired of playing, he lay down and slept at her feet, his fluffy appearance quite endearing to Zhu Zhuqing.
She scratched him with her little hands, and Xiao Bai smiled sweetly.
Not long after, Qingyu called Zhu Zhuqing to cultivate together, and also fed her some whale glue.
"Squeak squeak." Little White leisurely crossed its legs, holding a drink with a straw in its hand.
If the disciples of the Wind Sword Sect saw this, they would probably be astonished.
Whose mouse is so human-like?!
Unbeknownst to him, Jiang Nian had already been staying at the Wind Sword Sect for three days.
With nothing to do, he decided to go down and see how the Wind Sword Sect disciples practiced their swordsmanship.
Soon, on a remote mountain range, Jiang Nian noticed a little girl practicing her sword very diligently, but she seemed to have very little talent, not even having mastered the basics.
Jiang Nian didn't watch for long before moving on.
Until evening, he passed by the mountain range called Qingyun Peak and found the girl still practicing her sword, her clothes soaked with sweat, but she still didn't stop.
When it was very late at night, her hands finally couldn't hold the sword anymore, and then she knew to go back to rest.
Jiang Nian was somewhat surprised, glanced at her a few more times, and then left.
The next day.
The girl started practicing swordsmanship before dawn, devoting almost all her time to it except for meals, drinks, and bathroom breaks.
Jiang Nian watched silently, without disturbing her.
Until the seventh day.
The girl, dressed in a white training uniform, stared blankly at the sword in her hand, took a deep breath to clear her mind of distractions, and continued swinging.
Behind her, a voice that commanded respect came from within.
"Wrong posture, unstable stance."
"Too little force, wrong direction... Ugh, where's your teacher?"
Qin Rushuang paused, turning to look.
"Who are you?"
Jiang Nian didn't answer, casually sitting down on a chair and speaking calmly.
"Swing your sword again, with all your strength."
"Don't hesitate, don't waver."
Although Qin Rushuang didn't know who this man was, she still couldn't help but try to follow his method.
Jiang Nian nodded in satisfaction when he saw that she was relatively obedient.
Then, he continued to correct the girl's shortcomings.
It was truly unacceptable that she was so diligent and hardworking, yet hadn't even mastered the basics.
An hour later, Qin Rushuang lay on the ground, panting heavily, drenched in sweat. She usually wouldn't be this tired even after cultivating for two or three hours, but today she couldn't even stand up after such a short time.
At this moment, Jiang Nian walked over, squatted down, and looked at the determined girl in front of him, channeling some soul power into her to help her recover.
"Where is your teacher? How come you're the only disciple in this mountain range?"
The girl's eyes dimmed, and she said softly, "My teacher... died in the Star Dou Great Forest two years ago. I'm the only disciple on Qingyun Peak."
Jiang Nian shut his mouth and didn't say anything, obediently treating her.
Once the girl had recovered somewhat, she stood up, picked up her sword, and respectfully clasped her hands in a fist salute: "Thank you for your guidance, senior. I am deeply grateful."
"This is nothing. There's more to come."
Jiang Nian casually picked up a bamboo pole and corrected the girl's posture.
Qin Rushuang knew that this handsome older brother seemed to be going to teach her, and out of her desire to become stronger, she was very obedient.
"Don't bend over."
"Your lower body is too weak. You'll have to practice standing meditation for two and a half hours after this."
"Your sword is so weak. Even my little white mouse with a stick has more presence than you." Ten days later.
Jiang Nian, who used to find fault with everything, now occasionally praised her.
This girl's determination to become stronger was much stronger than he had imagined. She would even get up in the middle of the night to secretly practice her sword.
Jiang Nian had discovered this twice, but he didn't stop her. He simply channeled his soul power into her to quickly put her into a deep sleep, so that she could get plenty of energy after sleeping for two or three hours.
"Not bad, you can actually cut out a wisp of sword energy."
Qin Rushuang looked at the broken boulder in front of her, and a genuine smile finally appeared on her face.
She abruptly turned to look at the young man sitting on the recliner, took a deep breath, dropped her sword, and wanted to throw herself into his arms and cry.
"Ouch~" Qin Rushuang rubbed her forehead, her impulse instantly vanishing.
Jiang Nian put down his teacup and picked up the bamboo stick beside him.
"Hold out your hand."
The little girl lowered her head, somewhat fearfully extending her right hand, followed by a series of slapping sounds.
After ten slaps, a tear rolled down her cheek, her pitiful appearance making one want to hold her and comfort her.
"Do you know why I hit you?" Jiang Nian asked calmly.
"It's...it's because I overstepped my bounds..." Qin Rushuang lowered her head, clutching the hem of her clothes, like a child who had done something wrong.
"Wrong! As a swordsman, you must always hold onto your sword! That's what you rely on for survival!"
"Only when you comprehend the highest realm of swordsmanship can you put down your sword and pursue other things."
Qin Rushuang stared blankly at the man in front of her, lowered her head, and picked up the sword she had just dropped.
"Big brother, I know I was wrong..."
Jiang Nian hummed in agreement, fiddling with the bamboo stick in his hand, preparing to continue imparting knowledge to her.
"Big brother... what is the highest level of swordsmanship like?"
"Do I have a chance to comprehend it?"
(End of chapter)