No abstraction, no cultivation

Chapter 53 You Roll You...

The practice in the mountains, day after day, year after year.

As for the practice below the foundation building stage, as Taoist Lan said, "even a pig can practice it", which shows that the difficulty of practice is indeed very low.

For Xu Shun, all he had to do every day was absorb spiritual energy, improve his physical condition, and eat and drink enough.

You don’t have to worry about survival or family, just keep practicing.

Xu Shun feels that days like this are simple and happy.

Unfortunately, one cannot continue practicing like this until reaching the Mahayana and Ascension Stages!

In addition to practicing, Xu Shun also has a lot of time every day to do many things.

For example, practicing sword.

His sword technique is the "Qinghua Sword Technique" taught by Taoist Lan. Even from Xu Shun's perspective, this is still a very basic sword technique.

Such names as "Phoenix Spreads Wings", "Wild Horse Jumps over the Stream", "Fishing for the Moon from the Bottom of the Sea", "White Ape Offering Fruit", and "Immortal Pointing the Way" all have four characters that rhyme, and the moves are simple such as chopping, slashing, and stabbing.

In the past, he traveled during the day and practiced at night.

Now that we are in the Qinghua Sect, there is naturally no need to hurry.

In addition, daily homework should not be too long, so besides reading in Qinghua Bookstore, he practiced swordplay.

At this moment, he was waving an iron sword in the courtyard. That was the iron sword that Lan Dao used when he wandered around the world before.

It was also the sword that Taoist Lan used to kill the demon in the well of Xu Shun's village. Xu Shun asked for it and used it to practice sword skills.

Speaking of swords, he also has a sword given to him by Taoist Qingtao.

The sword was emitting a cold light, and it was obvious that it was not an ordinary item.

Just thinking about the complicated relationship between Taoist Lan and Taoist Qingtao, Xu Shun felt that it was a bit inappropriate for him to use that sword.

In one year, not only did Xu Shun's cultivation reach the ninth level of Qi training, but his swordsmanship also reached perfection.

At first he thought practicing sword was boring, but after practicing for a while he found that it was very enjoyable.

He was already completely familiar with those sword moves, and he relied entirely on his body's instinct to drive the sword moves, one move after another, over and over again.

It was as if some power in his body was awakened, making him more energetic as he practiced.

Not far from where he was practicing sword, Zi Su sat at the door of her hut, watching Xu Shun dance the iron sword into a ball of silver light.

Zi Su had a blank expression on her face, but she was muttering something in her heart.

My third senior brother is also very hardworking.

It’s not just hard work, but too hard work, extremely hard work!

In addition to practicing every day, I practice sword skills, which lasts for the whole day.

Even if I went to the library inside the gate to read, I would go there before dawn and come back after dawn.

After coming back, I practiced swordplay.

That's not practicing sword skills, it's simply being obsessed!
Such a simple basic sword technique can be practiced for a whole day!

This happened every day for a year!
During this year, Xu Shun only did three things, apart from eating, namely cultivation, reading and sword practice.

As his junior fellow student, should he practice with the teacher or not?
Practice.

He could learn the basic sword techniques just by watching them once. Practicing them was a waste of time.

Don’t practice it.

Does it seem that I am not practicing diligently enough?
Especially since Xu Shundu had already reached the ninth level of Qi training, while he was only at the sixth level.

He used to be at the foundation-building stage, but Master Lan washed away his foundation and forced him to start practicing again.

Logically speaking, he should be familiar with it, but now no one can practice as fast as someone who has never practiced before.

It’s outrageous!

Thousands of words came together in Zi Su's mind into one sentence: Senior brother...you're rolling your horse!

He didn’t understand what the word “卷” meant before, but now he understands.

"Brother, why don't you take a break?" Zi Su looked at the sun and estimated that Xu Shun had been practicing sword for two hours from morning till now.

"It's not tiring at all, it's much easier than driving a screw!" Xu Shun said casually. Who is the screw?

Why hit him?

Why is screwing so tiring?

Shisu wanted to ask, but didn't.

He knew that asking would lead to no results.

Seeing a colorful cloud flying over from afar, Zi Su knew that the person she was waiting for had finally arrived.

"Senior Brother Zisu, sorry to have kept you waiting!" A graceful figure gently jumped down from the colorful clouds.

Zi Su looked at the frail but extremely beautiful woman in front of her and felt slightly dizzy.

The woman was dressed in an elegant purple and white Taoist robe that swayed gently in the wind, like a newly blooming lily, pure and gentle.

"You haven't waited long, Junior Sister Zi Yan." Zi Su tried to speak in the gentlest tone possible.

Zi Yan is a disciple of Taoist Lan Yu, a disciple of Taoist Qing Tao, and is of the same generation as them.

"Brother. Today is the Winter Snow Tea Party, which is a tea party for brothers and sisters of the Zi generation. Not only can we go out to enjoy the snow, but we can also exchange cultivation experiences and communicate with each other." Zi Yan said with a smile.

Her face was the most exquisite sculpture created by God, with a hint of sadness between her brows.

Her eyes are like the brightest stars in the deep night sky.

Her nose is straight and delicate, and her lips are pink, which, when slightly pursed, add a touch of charming temperament.

Zi Su looked a little dazed, until Zi Yan gently pushed him, he said: "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you, Junior Sister. Thank you for your help."

Although he called Zi Yan "Junior Sister", he was still at the sixth level of Qi training, while Zi Yan was already at the Dragon and Tiger stage and could operate magical instruments.

He can only attend the Winter Snow Tea Party by relying on "Caiyun".

As for why Zi Yan dragged Zi Su to attend the Winter Snow Tea Party, it was because Zi Su had a good master.

Among the monks of the Lan generation, Lan Ran is currently the only monk who has the hope of ascending to the Mahayana stage.

"Senior Brother Zicai is here too, why don't we go together?" Zi Yan shouted as she looked at Xu Shun who was practicing sword.

Xu Shun didn't say anything, but continued practicing sword.

Zi Yan looked at Xu Shun who was practicing sword, frowned, pursed her lips and shouted: "Senior Brother Zi Cai, let's go to the Winter Snow Tea Party together?"

"Third Senior Brother, why don't we go together?" Zi Su also said, "Master also asked us to communicate more with people of the same generation!"

"You guys go ahead! I'm practicing sword skills!" Xu Shun said, waving the sword in his hand.

He had not the slightest interest in these so-called tea parties.

He is only interested in practicing swordsmanship now.

"Brother Zicai..." Zi Yan felt that Zicai was a little aloof, so she said, "We are all fellow disciples, why don't we get to know each other?"

Xu Shun pretended not to hear and continued practicing sword.

Before Zi Yan could say anything, Zi Su said, "Junior sister, let's go first. Senior brother is just like that."

"Well... okay!" Zi Yan raised her slender jade hand, and the colorful cloud in the sky floated to the feet of her and Zi Su.

Then colorful clouds rose up and carried the two of them away into the distance.

On the colorful clouds, Zi Su looked at Zi Yan who seemed to be able to fly away with the wind, and felt that it would be great if he could fly on the clouds with Junior Sister Zi Yan for the rest of his life.

"Why don't you go?"

After they left, a voice sounded in Xu Shun's heart.

The voice was a little sharp and a little vicissitudes of life, sounding like an old man.

"With a sword in my hand, there is naturally no woman in my heart." Xu Shun also said in his heart.

He knew the voice.

Qinghua Sword.

(End of this chapter)