Fairy, return my flying sword to me

Chapter 129 A Spark
"Where have you been?" Haruyuki smiled as he saw her coming back from the woods.

"I'm going out to beg for food." Lin Jian smiled and told the elders about the 15,000 spirit stones he had donated and the complete set of talisman equipment his senior sisters had given him. He couldn't help but sigh again, "There are still many good people in this world."

As he spoke, he placed the three new techniques he had just received from his master in front of Haruyuki one by one, looking at her expectantly. "How are they? Any new ideas?"

Haruyuki looked at the spell, then at Linjian's expectant face. He couldn't help but bang his little fist against Linjian's forehead. "Do you think I'm a turtle in a wishing well? I can get whatever I want!"

"Ah, aren't you?" Lin Jian said with some regret, "I've always treated you as a little blue man without hands."

"You're the bastard, you're the little blue man without hands!" Chunxue bared his fangs and pounced on him to bite.

"Beep, beep, beep~" The timely knock on the door interrupted their play.

Chunxue coughed lightly and shrank back in an instant. He picked up the celadon teacup and looked sideways towards the distant valley. His face was calm, like a person who was indifferent to the world.

"Who is it?" Lin Jian stood up and opened the door.

There was a familiar figure outside the door.

The white and blue tights highlight her slender figure, and her black hair is tied up in a high ponytail, with the ends like sword edges.

There was a cold star in the girl's eyes, and the corners of her lips were slightly pursed, with a hint of lingering sharpness.

It’s Li Yuwan.

"Senior Brother." Seeing Li Yuwan in the woods, he lowered his head and smiled gently.

Lin Jian put his hands behind his back and asked, "What's the matter?"

Li Yuwan immediately clasped her fists and said meticulously, "That's right, Senior Brother. After this four-sect competition, I deeply realize my own shortcomings. Therefore, I would like to follow you and practice for a while. I hope you will allow me."

Everyone can see the power of the forest.

If it was just the praise from the national teacher at the beginning, then after the four sects' competition, no one could deny the value of Lin Jian.

But in fact, if you think about it carefully, how big is the gap between Senior Brother Lin and her?
Senior Brother Lin is a sword cultivator, and I am also a sword cultivator.

Senior Brother Lin is at the first level of foundation building, and I am also at the first level of foundation building.

Of course, Senior Brother Lin seemed to have broken through to the second level of foundation building in this competition, but it is undeniable that he was already very powerful when he was at the first level of foundation building.

Talk about magic?
Now that I have joined the Zhengyang Sect, I can theoretically learn everything that my senior brother has learned.

I will no longer have to face the same constraints as when I was a casual cultivator following the National Master.

If there is only one difference, it may be that my senior brother has gold spiritual roots while I have wood spiritual roots.

But will this slight difference make the combat capabilities of both sides so different?
In the final battle, Senior Brother Lin was at the core of the fight against the calamity-level demon, while he himself was struggling against some of the saprophytic and evil-fetus-level monsters.

Being in the same foundation-building stage, Li Yuwan felt that this shouldn't be the case.

Her original intention in coming to Zhengyang Sect was to follow in Senior Brother Lin's footsteps... and to strengthen herself.

Looking at the serious young girl in front of him, Lin Jian nodded without hesitation and said, "Come in."

When facing the invasion of the demons, this little girl was the first among all the disciples to stand up and support him.

The brave should be rewarded.

Lin Jian led the way inside, saying, "But there's something I need to explain to you in advance. This time I'm back in the sect, I'll only stay for two days before I have to go out for training, so we only have two days."

"Yes!" Li Yuwan nodded seriously.

Lin Jian looked up at the sky and said with a smile, "You've come just in time. I'm about to practice swordplay too. Want to practice together?"

Li Yuwan's face was slightly happy, "That's exactly what I meant."

In the small courtyard, two sword lights whistled.

On the recliner, Haruyuki watched the two people's almost synchronized movements with a grin, wondering what he was thinking.

Even when there were people around him, the young man's sword was still focused.

Every move is careful and orderly.

The girl was obviously a little distracted at first, but slowly, under the influence of the forest, she seemed to be immersed in it.

ten times……

Fifty times...

One hundred times...

The sun in the sky slowly moved westward, and the girl's physical strength was gradually consumed.

Two hundred times... Three hundred times...

five hundred times...

The girl was panting and felt that all her strength was exhausted. She didn't even want to move a finger.

In fact, it is not just physical fatigue, but mental fatigue is even worse.

She didn't quite understand why her senior brother had to practice such a simple and basic sword technique over and over again?

She had mastered the Lingying Fenguang Sword, the entry-level sword of the Zhengyang Sect, to great proficiency just a few days after joining.

Although she had heard her senior brother say that she should practice sword fighting hard, after practicing for only a few hundred times, she began to doubt whether there was any point in doing so.
But even when she stopped, she was still filled with doubts.

No one answered, and no one comforted me.

There was a faint cold light in Chunxue's eyes, and the sound of swords in the forest never stopped.

Li Yuwan tightened the hilt of the sword in her hand and stood up again to keep up with the rhythm in the forest.

Six hundred times...

Seven hundred times...

Li Yuwan suddenly felt her mind become clear when she started practicing again.

She felt the changes in her sword moves under extreme conditions, and felt her state of mind become peaceful after overcoming fatigue.

She felt pious.

I felt the true understanding of the word sword.

Then there was nothing in my ears and no one else around me.

"Hu~Hu~" Li Yuwan stopped. This time she had really reached her limit.

But for some reason, after completing the exercise this time, my mind felt surprisingly satisfied and peaceful.

There is no longer that nervous and confused feeling of being dissatisfied with the current situation and wanting to work harder but always feeling that it is not enough.

She was sweating all over and didn't care about the dust on the ground. She was so tired that she lay down directly.

After resting for a while, she came to her senses and looked around to find her senior brother.

The senior brother didn't see it, only the mortal woman's voice sounded calmly, "He is practicing his skills. This is Shen Shi, which will be of great benefit to his practice of the skills."

"Oh~" Li Yuwan didn't want to appear weak in front of this mortal woman, but at this moment she still explained, "My skills need to be practiced at the hour of Mao."

Then he asked again and again as if curious: "Is this how you usually practice, Senior Brother?"

"More than this." Chunxue looked at Li Yuwan, and for the first time, a smile appeared on his face.

"You're pretty good too. You've practiced 1,083 times."

The other party was praising her, but Li Yuwan still pinched her fingers with some displeasure.

This sounds uncomfortable, as if the other party is speaking from a superior perspective.

But it was a compliment after all, and the politeness she'd developed through her upbringing made her reply seriously, "This is the first time I've practiced so many times in one day. It's like I can just keep doing it naturally when I'm around my senior brother."

"Perhaps this is the difference." Haruyuki smiled. "You're looking for a reason, and this is it."

"Practice swordplay at least a thousand times every day. This isn't just talk, nor is it a whim. It's something you must persist in day after day."

"Not one day, not one month, not one year. Every day."

Looking at the thoughtful girl in front of him, Chunxue's eyes flickered slightly, and he began to realize why Lin Jian cared so much about these junior brothers and sisters.

people……

Changing or even saving the world is never something that can be achieved by relying on the brilliant ideas of one or two people or a burst of courage at the last moment.

Just like in this competition when the demons needed to be eliminated and the formations broken, if it weren't for the heroic sacrifices of so many disciples.

How could Lin Jian and those few so-called elite disciples possibly kill the bone demon and destroy the magic circle while facing the invasion of so many monsters?

After all, personal power is limited, and Lin Jian is just trying to use his kindness to exchange for hope for the future.

One pass ten, ten pass a hundred.

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

(End of this chapter)