Chapter 673 - 368: Blood Garment 1000 Falls
Chapter 673: Chapter 368: Blood Garment 1000 Falls
Looking at the joy in Wu Qianhuan’s eyes, Chu Qing smiled and said:
"Your meridians are now reestablished after being broken, becoming more resilient than before, with greatly enhanced endurance.
"It’s only natural for your training speed to increase as a result.
"After all, such an experience is quite rare."
Those four words—reestablished after breaking—sound simple, but in reality, they are filled with unimaginable danger.
A slight mistake, and one would be rendered useless.
Being able to turn crisis into safety under such circumstances naturally comes with blessings.
Wu Qianhuan nodded, while Chu Qing said:
"You should rest here for a while."
As he spoke, he stood up and approached the table, lighting the oil lamp.
Wu Qianhuan sat on the bed watching him:
"What are you going to do?"
"Mother and Elder Brother are going back to Celestial Dance City, so I’m preparing something for them."
Chu Qing took out a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, just about to grind the ink, when Wu Qianhuan had already appeared beside him:
"Let me help you, are you writing a letter?"
"Yes... and no."
Supporting his chin, Chu Qing looked at her and suddenly asked:
"The Sword Technique I taught earlier, how have you all comprehended it?"
As soon as this was mentioned, Wu Qianhuan paused in her actions, glanced at Chu Qing, then continued grinding the ink:
"I ask you, is this Sword Technique more about intention than form? You said the intention precedes the sword, actually it means forsaking form for intent!"
Chu Qing’s eyes lit up:
"Such insight, that’s exactly right.
"What I taught you is Tai Chi Swordsmanship, each of the three times the techniques were entirely different, yet the Sword Intent was consistent.
"It was to tell you to grasp the intent and forget the form."
After hearing this, Wu Qianhuan sighed:
"It’s not that we have good comprehension. To be honest, if I were to think about it myself, I probably wouldn’t glean the truth in this lifetime."
Chu Qing was taken aback:
"Then you..."
"It’s Gentle."
Wu Qianhuan said softly:
"Today, as we explored your Sword Technique, each of us had different feelings.
"Su Ningzhen believes there are many secrets hidden within this Sword Technique, which need to be deciphered one by one. The reason why each of the three performances was entirely different is simply because our eyesight isn’t sharp enough to see the reality within.
"If we can become adept in all three sets of Sword Techniques, perhaps we can see the full picture of the Sword Technique.
"Her saying is also acknowledged by Liu Qingyan..."
"And what about you?"
Chu Qing asked with a smile.
"I think... you just weren’t willing to pass on your secret techniques and were deliberately teasing us."
Wu Qianhuan seemed a bit embarrassed as she spoke:
"But then I thought about it, and felt that even though you are without demeanor, you probably wouldn’t go back on your word.
"But still, I couldn’t figure out what’s mysterious about these three sets of Sword Techniques...
"Until we couldn’t reach a conclusion, we decided to use weapons to try.
"We didn’t expect that as soon as Gentle made a move, she displayed the Sword Technique you use.
"Later, upon further inquiry, she said she didn’t remember any sword moves at all, which was the truth, but she remembered the Sword Intent.
"That’s when we realized you were teaching Intent, not moves."
After hearing this, Chu Qing was also stunned for a while, suddenly feeling that he knew nothing about Gentle’s talents.
Just because this girl had always been so pure, Chu Qing mistakenly thought that while her skills were good, they were just that.
But never thought that perhaps her ’just that’ wasn’t because she herself was ’just that,’ but because those who taught her were ’just that.’
Although Angerless Divine Fist Cui Bunu left many legends in the Martial World, in Chu Qing’s current eyes, he was no longer considered a remarkable person.
Moreover, there are many instances where the master is skilled in Martial Arts but the disciple is ordinary.
Gentle’s purity itself is an extremely precious quality.
Only when the mind and body are like crystal can one be thoroughly clear from start to finish.
Chu Qing suddenly became interested, just about to say something when he noticed Wu Qianhuan’s somewhat forlorn expression, instantly understanding her thoughts, he smiled and said:
"The reason you didn’t think of this aspect actually doesn’t relate to your own aptitude or insight."
"Hmm?"
Wu Qianhuan frowned slightly:
"Are you comforting me?"
"Look."
Chu Qing smiled and said:
"I am indeed speaking the truth, but because of the relationship between you and me, it inevitably leads you to misconstrue.
"Martial Arts is also like this. Imagine if today it was a respected elder you’ve heard of teaching you Sword Techniques.
"Would you still feel that they were just teasing you?
"Would you think more deeply? Would you not compete in your heart?
"Wiping away the distractions in your heart, with your most pure wisdom and insight, could you truly not see through the True Intent within?"
"This..."
Wu Qianhuan was left speechless by Chu Qing’s words, bit her lip and said:
"Though what you say makes much sense, why does it feel a bit unsatisfying?"
"Because we grew up together."
Chu Qing sighed, drawing her into his arms:
"We know each other inside out, which is mostly a good thing.
"Yet sometimes it’s not quite good... you’re naturally competitive, and I have been slightly inferior to you since we were young.
"Now that my Martial Arts have surpassed yours, in your heart there’s inevitably some dissatisfaction.
"So the Martial Arts I teach you, although you want to learn, in your heart, you hold a dissatisfaction, wanting to compete with me...
"Such distractions interfere with your wisdom to a small extent.
"To a large extent, they can foster a Heart Demon, leading to uncontrolled madness."
"I... I don’t want to compete with you either..."
Wu Qianhuan lowered her head:
"I just feel like... I’m not worthy of you..."
Hearing this, Chu Qing laughed, lifted Wu Qianhuan’s face, and looked at her dispirited expression, smiling: