Borrowing a sword

Chapter 271 The Dao Ancestor is Dancing with a Sword

"Ninth Senior Brother, what's wrong?"

The fat Taoist priest sitting to the side asked.

"nothing."

Ninth Senior Brother turned his head back and continued to bury himself in his porridge. After finishing, he went to get a refill.

Chu Huaixu followed behind him and tried to raise his hand again to gently touch the hem of his clothes, but his fingers still slipped through.

"Ok?"

He was somewhat puzzled.

He no longer just touched the hem of his clothes, but went to touch his ninth senior brother's back.

Chu Huaixu's entire hand went right through the clipping.

Moreover, this time, the "Dao Ancestor" did not react at all.

This made him frown, and his gaze returned to the black bead as he fell into deep thought.

As a body cultivator, his sense of touch was incredibly powerful and clear.

Chu Huaixu was certain that what he had just experienced was not his imagination; he had indeed touched the bead.

He pondered for a moment, then followed closely behind his ninth senior brother.

After seeing him get another bowl of porridge and return to his original seat, the follower then sat down next to him in a very abstract manner.

Unconvinced, Chu Huaixu raised his hand again and poked the black bead.

"Yay! I hit it again!"

He was somewhat pleased.

He looked down at his fingers, and then this time he raised his hand voluntarily.

As expected, Ninth Senior Brother turned his head back again.

Chu Huaixu still couldn't "see" his expression clearly, but for some reason, he felt that he was looking at him with a shake of his head and a helpless smile.

On the other hand, the situation on Han Shuangjiang's side was similar to that on Chu Huaixu's side.

She immediately recognized it as the Gentleman's Temple from a thousand years ago, and also realized that this so-called Ninth Senior Brother was none other than the Dao Ancestor.

The girl even politely bowed to him as a disciple.
His attitude was extremely respectful, and his eyes were filled with endless reverence.

"Disciple Han Shuangjiang greets the Dao Ancestor."

Compared to the well-behaved young girl, Chu Huaixu was clearly more unruly.

She wouldn't dare lay a hand on the Dao Ancestor.

But Han Shuangjiang tentatively touched the surrounding buildings, and after seeing her little hand pass through them, she roughly understood her situation.

The girl was not stupid; only Chu Huaixu would occasionally see her slightly naive side.

She quickly noticed a black pendant hanging from the Dao Ancestor's belt.

"Isn't this the pendant from the scabbard of the Dead Fox sword?"

"Did the Dao Ancestor wear it on his body as an ornament at this stage?" Han Shuangjiang wondered.

However, she did not reach out to touch it.

Otherwise, she would have witnessed an incredibly magical scene.

All I can say is that the girl is still too well-behaved.

After finishing their meal in the cafeteria, the four young Taoist priests chattered away as they walked outside.

Chu Huaixu recognized the direction; it led towards Daozhong.

It's like going to the open space outside the main hall.

After the four arrived, they began to tidy each other's clothes.

After a while, they saw an old Taoist priest leading four middle-aged Taoist priests walking towards them, and the four of them immediately stood in a row properly.

Chu Huaixu, having nothing better to do, also joined in the line.
He naturally stood next to his ninth senior brother.

He followed the gaze of the four young Taoist priests and looked to his right.

"This old Taoist priest must be the abbot of the Junzi Temple in this generation, right?"

He does indeed have a somewhat otherworldly air about him; at least judging from his appearance alone, he gives off the feeling of a highly accomplished person.

But Chu Huaixu knew in his heart that the Gentleman's Temple at this time was just an ordinary Taoist temple, not a sect of cultivation.

Everyone here is just an ordinary person.

As for the four middle-aged Taoist priests following behind the abbot, each of them held a wooden sword in both hands.

The wooden sword is made entirely of ebony, as is the scabbard.

Chu Huaixu's gaze swept over the four wooden swords and their scabbards, wondering, "So, which one of these is mine?"

His "Calming the Storm" is definitely one of them.

These four wooden swords and their scabbards are all the same style, but they certainly can't be 100% identical; there will still be extremely subtle differences.

Relying on his sharp eyesight and familiarity with his magical weapons, Chu Huaixu quickly locked onto the one on the far left. However, he soon realized how foolish he had been.

Because these four middle-aged Taoist priests also walked over in a row, and stood directly opposite the four young Taoist priests.

Therefore, the wooden sword and scabbard facing Ninth Senior Brother naturally belonged to him.

The abbot stood there and began to speak.

Chu Huaixu couldn't understand any of the words he spoke before bestowing the sword; he only had a vague understanding of them.

That's how Taoism is; it always manages to depict profound meanings with the fewest words possible.

The more concise the word count, the harder it is to understand.

After the abbot mumbled something in Spanish, he said in a deep voice, "Give me the sword."

Four middle-aged Taoist priests, each holding a sword in both hands, stepped forward.

Four young Taoist priests bowed respectfully and then accepted the sword with both hands.

At this moment, a number of Taoist priests had gathered not far away, all looking in this direction with smiles on their faces.

Many people still have a touch of nostalgia in their eyes.

Some people even looked on with amusement.

Chu Huaixu could clearly hear their hushed conversation.

"Sigh, I was also very excited when I received the sword from the abbot. I got up every day to practice with him and never slacked off. But after a while, it just felt like torture."

"Yes, I was hoping to learn something, not necessarily to be like those sword cultivators, but at least not to be inferior to the heroes of the martial world."

"Who would have thought it was just about exercising every day?"

"You two stop talking nonsense. We're not cultivating swordsmanship, we're cultivating our hearts."

Chu Huaixu found himself quite immersed in the content.

If he were on Earth, acquiring a sword at first would certainly be a novel experience for him.

The first few times they get up to learn swordsmanship, they must be very motivated.

But if this is just a health-preserving exercise, then over time, people will probably find getting up early to exercise to be a form of torture.

Of course, now that he has embarked on the path of cultivation and his temperament has changed, he no longer finds it too difficult.

Chu Huaixu stood beside his ninth senior brother, watching them stand in a row, all holding their swords with serious expressions.

He suddenly became curious: "Since I can touch that black bead, can I also touch [Calming the Storm]?"

With this idea in mind, he gently poked the scabbard.

However, his fingers pierced through again.

This made Chu Huaixu frown slightly, somewhat puzzled.

"Only black beads are acceptable?"

He didn't know if he was being a masochist, but for a moment he felt an itch and couldn't resist poking the bead a few more times.

But he endured it.

After the sword-bestowing ceremony, the abbot offered a few words of encouragement to the four of them.

Then, everyone gathered in the open space and did morning exercises with him.

One after another, black wooden swords were drawn from their sheaths.

The abbot didn't specifically teach the four of them; he simply continued practicing his swordplay at the front.

Those senior brothers and elders who were already familiar with this sword technique also danced on their own, completely at ease.

The four young Taoist priests were left standing at the back, frantically trying to learn.

Chu Huaixu observed from the side, and he could tell at a glance that Daozu was the fastest learner among the four.

He only practiced it once and basically mastered it.

When he practiced with the abbot for the second time, he was able to do it exactly the same as him.

The morning exercises at Junzi Temple are not very strenuous, as they are mainly for health maintenance.

This entire sword technique can only be performed three times.

With Chu Huaixu's current level of skill, he didn't even need a system. After reading it three times, he learned this health-preserving technique in no time.

Dude, you're at least at [Comprehension 7] now!
But after the morning exercise ended, a magical scene unfolded.

The whole world seemed to freeze, suddenly standing still.

The abbot and the others remained still.

Even the birds flying overhead stopped mid-air.

Chu Huaixu looked at the big tree behind him, where a leaf had just fallen and was now suspended in mid-air.

However, not everything has come to a standstill.

Only the Dao Ancestor continued to wield his sword.

Once, twice, three times.
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