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But the next moment, perhaps to make it easier for the beginners present to understand, a longsword made entirely of ice instantly appeared on that snow-white right hand.

Bai Yan rallied his spirits and watched Jing Liu demonstrate the movements intently.

Although it's a basic routine, something that should perhaps have been taught to you by a student who has already mastered the basics, something as simple as the 26 letters of the alphabet, in the hands of Kagami-ryu it's like a detailed breakdown of some terrifying sword technique.

After finishing the demonstration, Mirror Flow sheathed his sword, made a sword gesture with one hand, and gently gathered his slightly disheveled hair.

She approached Bai Yan and saw that he was engrossed in reminiscing, so she did not disturb him but waited quietly.

A moment later, Bai Yan came to his senses, and the cold longsword was handed to him.

"Once you're ready, you can give it a try. Don't worry about how well you can do it. Just do the movements you just performed according to your own ideas."

"Ah."

Bai Yan took the longsword and, while his memory was still clear, began to wield it.

The icy longsword was held in his hand, but the freezing air seemed to be locked inside, without the bone-chilling cold he had imagined.

It's just cool.

The sword was crystal clear under the moonlight, and as Bai Yan danced, streams of moonlight poured down.

His movements showed no murderous intent, which was the complete opposite of what Jingliu had demonstrated.

Seeing this, Jingliu, who was observing from the side, couldn't help but show a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"He is one with heaven and earth, and fights with gods and men... His temperament is more like that of a dancer wielding a sword than a swordsman..."

The more he observed, the more bewildered Jingliu became.

"No wonder..."

Amidst the shimmering light, a man and his sword coexisted in harmony.

In Bai Yan's mind, Jing Liu's figure gradually blurred, leaving only those sword techniques.

He was unhurried, simply presenting all his moves as he pleased.

Finally, just like when the Mirror Style finished its move, Bai Yan also made a sword gesture with his left hand, but there was no messy hair in the process.

"Master Jingliu, how did I do just now?"

"There aren't many mistakes, but..."

"But what?"

"This set of movements was originally designed to help beginners get started, but I modified it to help beginners discover their own style and direction."

Bai Yan nodded, knowing that the prestige of a thousand-year-old sword master in this regard was unmatched by any short-lived species.

It means that, in her opinion, she has already found the path that suits her.

"You don't like killing or fighting now; you prefer peace and harmony."

"But I can tell that what you like is not either of those two..."

"Whether you are a swordsman or not, you need to explore your true inner self yourself, so I can only say this much."

"As for the art of swordsmanship, I cannot give you an ambiguous answer."

Bai Yan suddenly noticed that a faint smile flashed across Jing Liu's face.

Jingliu continued, "So, although you may find it hard to accept, based on my thousand years of sword experience, there is a sword technique that is undoubtedly the most suitable for you."

"What kind of swordsmanship?" Bai Yan had a bad feeling.

"Use water as the artistic conception, and use the intangible to represent the tangible moves."

"When you first learn it, it's not simply about using a sharp blade to hurt people. It's about drawing your enemy into your swordplay like water, letting your mind guide your actions."

Bai Yan pondered: "So, you mean there are elemental and mental attacks involved?"

"This statement is not entirely accurate, but it can be understood in this way for the time being."

"What's the name of this sword technique? It sounds like it's related to water?"

"That's right. Let's just leave it at that."

Jing Liu paused, looked at Bai Yan who was currently completely disguised as a woman, and softly uttered:

This sword technique is called "The Goddess of the Luo River".

Volume 1: Chapter 15: Mirror Flow: Come here.

Bai Yan remained silent for a long time, without confirming which two characters Yueyi was referring to.

It's a bizarre thing that people from different star systems have similar cultures, but once you realize that you've traveled through time, you can accept it.

The Goddess of the Luo River is also one.

Since you're already dressed as a woman, you might as well learn a sword technique called "Luoshen" (Goddess of the Luo River).

No matter how you practice, it's still practice and you don't need to castrate yourself. It's much stronger than some other divine skill, so there's no problem.

No problem!

"How does it feel? If you can't accept it, you can look for more."

"But it's not as well-suited as this one, right?"

"good."

"We'll practice this," Bai Yan said decisively.

I've had enough of being weak. It doesn't matter if the first martial art I learn is called "Goddess of the Luo River". Becoming stronger comes at a price, and this is already very cheap.

Jingliu nodded and then asked, "How much time is left?"

"About ten minutes."

"Then I'll give you the general outline first, and we'll talk about the rest next time."

"it is good."

As Rita's assistant, Bai Yan has received training in rapid memorization.

Jingliu slowly recited the general principles of swordsmanship, and Bai Yan memorized them in just a few minutes.

"As I said before, the key to this sword technique is not in the details of the moves, but in the understanding of the artistic conception."

"The general principles are the same; you need to remember the most crucial characteristics of the 'Goddess of the Luo River'."

"All sword techniques lead to the same goal; however, at your current stage, you still need to distinguish between different schools."

"It's like a road ahead; although the destination is the same, travelers cannot deviate from the path midway, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable..."

With Jingliu's careful explanation, Bai Yan gradually grasped the gist of it.

"This swordsmanship belongs to the water element in the Five Elements theory?"

"Well, you could say that."

"I have a question: what should I do if my element is fire?"

"...Water is the evil of fire. Using it to kill enemies is in line with the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams. If you feel that the evil energy of the water-attribute sword technique is too heavy, you can choose to forge the sword with the wood element. Water 1 Ling Qi Qi Si Wu Liu Sheng Wood, Wood Sheng Fire, and the middle can neutralize it."

Bai Yan began to ponder.

Sharp sword, soft purple sword, heavy black iron sword, and finally, grass, wood, bamboo and stone can all be turned into swords, transforming reality into illusion.

To truly rid oneself of the tangible sword, one must reach the same level as the invincible Dugu Qiubai in his later years to be qualified.

Eh?

Bai Yan suddenly had a completely new idea.

Just because a wooden sword doesn't work doesn't mean that only wood has the wood attribute.

The Xun trigram belongs to wood and represents wind, so one can use the east, which has the attribute of wind, as a substitute for oneself.

Having settled on a certain idea, Bai Yan reined in his wildly wandering thoughts.

He shook the Frost Sword in his hand and said to Jingliu, "Master, your swordsmanship has now reached the point where grass, trees, bamboo, and stones can all be used as swords?"

"An invisible sword is more in line with my will; only by not being bound by appearances can true power be unleashed."

Because his memories were from a long time ago, he only vaguely remembered that Jingliu's swordsmanship was terrifying and that he was determined to kill the woman who was rich and beautiful.

At this moment, Jingliu looked at Baiyan's hands.

"You don't seem to lack the talent for fighting, so why don't you have any martial arts skills? Why do you insist on learning in this way?"

"You can think of it this way: I am currently living under the same roof as a terrifying being who could become possessed at any moment, and my boss has given me the task of getting close to her."

"Can't we bring her here and restrain her?"

"However, I can't decide who gets in here, otherwise I wouldn't have gone to such lengths to secretly become stronger behind the backs of the organization."

Jingliu looked at the thin film of water on the ground and asked, "What level of power does that being possess?"

This question stumped Bai Yan, who didn't know how to respond.

After thinking for a long time, he said, "At her peak, she could kill more than 60 million people by throwing garbage from another planet more than 300,000 kilometers away. Now she probably only has more than half of her strength left."

Peak Sirin had 6 cores, while the current Kiana seems to have 3 cores, so it's probably half.

perhaps.

Jingliu paused for a moment, then slowly said, "You should develop the power of this space and see if you can find a way to get me back to my hometown, or you can come here to take refuge."

Bai Yan subconsciously sensed it and thought that the restriction on carrying items might be a rule-based restriction, but what if he himself could pass through it?

In his perception, the two people in the hyperdimensional space were physical entities; however, it was as if there was a lock here, locking the contents of the safe; to open this lock, Bai Yan needed a specific key.

As for the specific key, Bai Yan was completely clueless, only vaguely feeling that he should be able to recognize it when he saw it.

Thinking about this, Bai Yan finally realized what was going on.

At this moment, Jingliu was looking at him, his gaze unwavering.

There was no emotion in his eyes, but neither was there the indifference born of a thousand years of solitude.

I just watched.

He looked at Jingliu, their eyes met: "Master, do you mean I sent it?"

"From a purely rational perspective, fleeing is the most sensible course of action."

"...What if I train hard for three years, add items that boost my strength by two levels, and a laser cannon that weakens the opponent's abilities?"

"I still recommend coming to my place."

So the question is, which side is more dangerous?

He had a vague feeling that the other person might have actually learned how to use an abacus, so the sensation of the abacus beads bouncing on his face was probably not an illusion.

Don't be fooled by Jingliu's current normal and calm demeanor; it's only temporary.

She possesses a demonic spirit!

"I haven't fully figured out this space yet, but I'll figure something out once I do," Bai Yan replied casually.

"That's good."

When the time was up, Bai Yan fled the scene.

It's hard to say what a beautiful girl who's 1,800 years old would think of someone who can suppress her demonic nature.

Back in the dorm, I checked the time and found that the time on both sides was the same.

The red wine stood quietly on the floor, while a small piece of mosquito coil burned beside it, slowly emitting wisps of smoke.

"If the time spent in the hyperdimensional space increases, we need to find a good excuse for disappearing."

"Going to the toilet is a pretty good excuse. Although taking too long is a flaw that only pretty girls have, it can be turned into a positive factor in certain situations."

St. Freya is about to officially start its semester, and according to the curriculum, Bai Yan cannot avoid practical training.

Let's train then. In the past, the main reason was to avoid teaming up with the silly goose.

Now, putting aside the core of the Herrschers, everyone's talents are not far apart, and they won't be fighting every day, so life will be better.

Unlike the silly goose, whose talent is terrifying and who is so eager to get things going as if the world is about to end.

The above issues are minor matters; the key problem is that when facing Bai Yan, Dai'e completely disregards basic matching mechanisms.