Zhu Tian: Becoming a Sword Master from Martial Arts

Chapter 137: The Harmony of the Sword and the Qin
Daofeng, nameless lake.

It has been more than half a month since the competition, but even after half a month, that competition is still talked about with great relish by many Dao Sect disciples.

In Dao Sect, for a long time, Ying Xiaoxiao was known as the number one person in Dao Sect. In the hearts of many Dao Sect disciples, Ying Xiaoxiao was number one in terms of both strength and talent, and was considered the most outstanding disciple in Dao Sect.

Not long ago, after the Sword Saint joined Dao Sect, although Ying Xiaoxiao was not the first, there was actually no difference between her and the first. After all, no one would compare a genius with a god.

But in that competition, Ying Huanhuan, who had not been paid much attention for his strength and talent, actually showed extremely amazing talent and fighting power. Under the condition of equal strength, the strength he displayed almost made Ling Qingzhu, who had suppressed Ying Xiaoxiao at the beginning, lose.

Of course, compared to Ying Huanhuan, the amazing strength displayed by Ling Qingzhu and the confrontation between the two women attracted more attention from countless Dao Sect disciples.

Ying Huanhuan had no intention of refutation at all. As for Lin Xuan, he never cared about the comments of the outside world.

On the top of Daofeng Mountain, Ying Huanhuan looked at the pair of eyes that were calm but made her nervous, and she couldn't help but lower her head slightly, as if she was admitting her mistake, but there seemed to be a hint of cunning in his eyes.

Lin Xuan slowly shifted his gaze to the sword in Ying Huanhuan's hand, and then spoke softly.

"You have unparalleled talent. There is no need to waste it on swordsmanship."

Having said that, Lin Xuan turned and walked towards the desk. Starting from the second day after the competition, Ying Huanhuan asked Lin Xuan to teach her how to practice sword. Every day, Lin Xuan would first learn the piano, and after that, he would teach Ying Huanhuan how to practice sword.

However, unlike Lin Xuan who made progress in the way of the zither every day, Ying Huanhuan had practiced sword for half a month but had not made any progress so far, and it was almost the same as her first day of practicing sword.

Lin Xuan didn't know what Ying Huanhuan's talent in swordsmanship was. After all, there were some people who achieved success late in life. They seemed to have no results in the early stages, but eventually they had an epiphany and made rapid progress.

But compared to Bingzhu's talents in other areas, Lin Xuan still felt that there was no need for her to waste time practicing swordsmanship.

Looking up cautiously and looking at Lin Xuan's back, Ying Huanhuan couldn't help but smile a little more. She excitedly chased after Lin Xuan and asked with a sweet smile.

"Lin Xuan, are you angry?"

Lin Xuan, this is how Ying Huanhuan has addressed Lin Xuan in the past half month. No one knows who she learned this from. At least, as far as Lin Xuan can remember, very few people have addressed him this way. Who was the last person to do this?

However, Lin Xuan has never cared about such things. It's just a name, for people to call him. It's up to Ying Huanhuan to call him whatever she likes.

After hearing Ying Huanhuan's words, Lin Xuan couldn't help but pause. He turned his head slightly, stared at the girl with big blinking eyes, and then shook his head slightly. But when Ying Huanhuan saw Lin Xuan's actions, she burst out laughing.

"This is the first time I've discovered that you can actually tell lies. Are you afraid that I'll be unhappy, so you said this on purpose?"

Lin Xuan, who was about to take a step forward, turned his head again and looked at Ying Huanhuan. Then he shook his head very seriously and said softly.

"I'm not angry. I just think that since you don't like practicing sword, there's no need to waste your time on it."

Ying Huanhuan stared at the expression on Lin Xuan's face closely, and the smile on her face gradually faded. She put her hands behind her back, leaned forward, and spoke softly with a somewhat pitiful look and a pair of lively eyes that seemed to be able to speak.

"Okay, I was wrong. I actually think kendo is quite interesting, but I don't like practicing swordsmanship in such a rigid way. How about we try another method?"

stiff?

Something seemed to flash in Lin Xuan's eyes when he heard this word. After practicing swordsmanship for so many years, he had already gotten used to it.

Therefore, when practicing the piano during this period, Lin Xuan practiced it like he was practicing swordsmanship. He practiced hard every day. With such hard work, his progress was naturally obvious.

But as his piano playing skills continued to improve, Lin Xuan could clearly feel that his piano was lacking something compared to Ying Huanhuan's. Before, Lin Xuan had been pondering over and even thinking about the words Ying Huanhuan taught him, "The piano is love", but he still couldn't understand its meaning.

However, the word that just came out of Ying Huanhuan's mouth made Lin Xuan feel as if the clouds had been cleared and the questions that had been bothering him all had answers at this moment.

Swords are divided into soft swords and hard swords. Even the most standard sword is flexible, not rigid.

After practicing sword for so many years, Lin Xuan has come to realize that the world of kendo is endless. You think you know a lot, but maybe it's just a drop in the ocean. However, when you think that kendo is just that vast ocean, you don't know that beyond the ocean, there is even a vast starry sky.

The habit left over from practicing sword for many years made Lin Xuan subconsciously practice the piano in the same way as practicing sword. Therefore, the sound of the piano was strong but not gentle enough.

The zither and the sword, one is soft and the other is hard. The zither is the inner part of the sword, and emotion controls the sword. The sword is the outer part of the zither, and emotion is protected by the sword. The sword needs to be stained with blood and is cold, but the human heart must not be too cold, otherwise, one will become a slave to the sword.

Therefore, when he first started practicing the piano, Lin Xuan felt that his swordsmanship was also affected as his piano skills improved.

Ying Huanhuan stared at the dazed Lin Xuan, feeling the mysterious fluctuations from the other party, and her eyes were flashing with strange lights, especially when she looked at that face that had softened a lot, her smart eyes were narrowed into a curved slit.

After coming back to his senses, Lin Xuan turned his head to look at Ying Huanhuan with a slight smile on his face, and said softly.

"How do you want to practice swordplay?"

"Can I really choose?"

The girl's face was full of smiles, which made Lin Xuan feel a little helpless. He didn't understand why Ying Huanhuan was so happy, but his intuition told him that it seemed to be related to him.

After hesitating for a moment, Lin Xuan nodded slightly and replied softly.

"Earlier, Miss Huanhuan let me choose when practicing the piano, so naturally, Miss Huanhuan will also choose when practicing the sword."

"Okay, you are using sword to learn piano, so, your practice of piano was the same as your practice of sword. Then I am using piano to learn sword, so, when I practice sword, I need someone to play piano for me." There was a glimmer of triumphant smile in Ying Huanhuan's eyes, like a cunning little fox who had deceived an innocent big white rabbit. Lin Xuan hesitated for a moment and nodded after hearing this.

"That's fine, you practice swordplay while I practice the piano!"

As Lin Xuan spoke, he took another step forward and walked towards the music stand next to the desk. Ying Huanhuan followed behind him with a smile, knelt down beside the desk, took out a box of new tea, and helped Lin Xuan brew it, explaining with a smile.

"To thank you for your patience in teaching me swordsmanship, I brought some of my father's precious tea. How about it? Lin Xuan, I will treat you well?"

Lin Xuan paused slightly in his action of placing the Tian Huang Qin, turned his head to look at Ying Huanhuan, then continued to fiddle with the Tian Huang Qin in front of him and responded softly.

"No need to do this. Although wine and tea are interesting, Lin Xuan is just a stupid person and cannot distinguish between good and bad. There is no need to waste them like this."

"It's okay. My dad doesn't understand either. Are you ready? Then I'm going to start!"

The girl arched her nose slightly, and then said nonchalantly, "However, just yesterday, Ying Xuanzi was still interrogating Chen Zhen and others, tracing the whereabouts of his box of good tea."

Lin Xuan habitually picked up the teacup, took a sip, and nodded slightly. This time, when his hands were placed on the strings, the expression on Lin Xuan's face was much softer.

After Ying Huanhuan stood on the open space, he took out the magic sword from his Qiankun bag. The next moment, the aura on his body became a little different. It was rare to have a bit more sharp and cold aura.

Lin Xuan frowned slightly. The aura of Ying Huanhuan was comparable to the state he had been in when he had been practicing sword for more than a year. At that time, he had not yet comprehended the heart of the sword, but he had already taken the first step.

But before that, Ying Huanhuan's swordsmanship was not even unfamiliar...

However, those distracting thoughts only existed for a moment in Lin Xuan's mind before disappearing.

Looking at Ying Huanhuan holding a long sword, Lin Xuan's aura also changed. The next moment, his hands plucked the strings of the zither, and melodious sounds rang out.

Under the sound of Lin Xuan's piano, Ying Huanhuan, who had been extremely clumsy before, began to dance smoothly with the sword in her hand. There was a soft and lively aura between the waving of the sword, like a sword dance that matched the piano, complementing each other.

In fact, as time went by, the sword dancing in Ying Huanhuan's hand and the sound of the piano gradually blended together. The arcs drawn by the sword in the air were like notes, and the sound of the piano also carried some of the sharpness of swordsmanship.

It seemed as if the next moment, the piano sounds would transform into sharp swords and be swung down cleanly and neatly.

By the Nameless Lake, Fu Zhu and Zhu Yan, who were lying peacefully on the ground, were both frightened by the sharpness of the piano music. They ran out of their nest by the lake and hid in the distance, looking at the figures of the man and woman playing the piano and dancing with swords in doubt.

However, after gradually getting used to Lin Xuan's spiritual piano music, the sharp aura on the sword in Ying Huanhuan's hand gradually became gentle, and actually began to guide Lin Xuan's piano music, from sharp to gentle and melodious.

On the top of Daofeng Mountain, the melodious piano music sometimes turns into a biting cold wind, fierce and cold yet penetrating everywhere, and sometimes turns into a spring breeze, gentle and agile yet moistening everything silently.

At this moment, a stream of light came rapidly towards Dao Feng, but before it got close, Ying Xiaoxiao's pupils couldn't help but shrink after feeling the powerful energy fluctuations contained in the sound of the piano.

Fortunately, at this time, the sound of the piano seemed to sense Ying Xiaoxiao's approach and gradually calmed down, allowing Ying Xiaoxiao to approach safely.

Ying Huanhuan, who was happily practicing swordplay, looked a little unsatisfied after seeing Lin Xuan stop. For the first time, the girl felt that practicing swordplay was such an interesting thing, especially when accompanied by Lin Xuan's piano music. Ying Huanhuan only felt that when the sword in her hand was swung, it was not sword energy but sound waves.

However, after feeling her sister approaching, Ying Huanhuan's eyes became resentful, which made Ying Xiaoxiao, who had just landed, confused.

After looking at Ying Huanhuan, who had a very strange expression, with a strange look in his eyes, Ying Xiaoxiao looked at Lin Xuan, clasped his fists and said.

"I've met senior brother!"

"Miss Ying, are you here? Is there something the headmaster needs?"

Lin Xuan said softly that during the time he entered Dao Sect, basically no one came here to disturb Lin Xuan's practice, unless they had something to find him for, and almost every time, it was Ying Xiaoxiao who came to find him.

"Actually, this time I came here mainly to look for Huan Huan."

Ying Xiaoxiao replied softly, and then turned her head to look at Ying Huanhuan. Looking at the girl with a bit of surprise in her eyes, Ying Xiaoxiao couldn't help but shake her head in her heart.

"You forgot that we Dao Sect disciples have to go on a mission every once in a while!"

Dao Zong is such a large super sect. In addition to the magnificent mountain gate of the ancestral temple, it also controls a lot of "industries", such as some dynasties under its command, and some resource points.

These places need to be inspected regularly from time to time. One reason is to show Dao Zong's attention, and the other is to prevent any ulterior motives. In addition, if there are any troubles, they must go and help.

Naturally, it is impossible to just send the elders of Dao Sect and other older generation figures to deal with these matters. How can the strong people in the realm of life and death be dispatched so easily?

Naturally, these things fell on the disciples of Dao Sect, which could be considered a kind of experience. However, generally speaking, core disciples seldom went out. One reason was that it allowed them to practice with peace of mind, and the other was that they were afraid that these core disciples would be ambushed.

However, usually when there are more important matters, these core disciples will be dispatched. The people of Dao Sect are well aware of the principle that jade cannot be made into a useful object without being polished.

"Ah? Yeah, what's going on this time?"

Ying Huanhuan's face slightly blushed. During this period of time, she almost forgot about these things. Ying Xiaoxiao couldn't help but glare at the girl when she heard this. During this period of time, she was in Daofeng every day and only returned to Tiandian at night. How could she remember these things?
"Recently, something has happened over at the Blood Rock Land. It seems that a demon beast is causing trouble there. However, the area is extremely chaotic and is where all the major super sects meet. Our Dao Sect's deterrent power is not strong. Senior Sister Yuan Fang, who is in charge of the Nirvana Crystal Mine over there, is worried that someone from the Yuan Sect is secretly causing trouble, so she sent a message back to the sect for help."

(End of this chapter)