Borrowing a sword

Chapter 272 The Origin of "Tao Canon"
Chu Huaixu looked at the scene before him, feeling somewhat puzzled.

In the current scene, the world seems to have been paused.

Only the Dao Ancestor kept wielding his sword.

Chu Huaixu wasn't in a hurry at all; he observed very carefully from the side.

Then, he discovered something very interesting.

"Actually, he's been repeating himself?"

"Or rather, have I been watching replays all along?"

At first, he thought that everything around him had frozen in time, and only the Dao Ancestor was still practicing his sword.

But he later discovered that after he finished a whole set of sword techniques, every movement was exactly the same as before the next time he practiced swordsmanship, without any difference.

That's not the point, since it's possible to do that if you have incredibly precise control over your body.

Even the way their clothes fluttered was the same.

Even each strand of hair looks exactly the same when it flutters.

This means that Chu Huaixu was actually watching the "replay" footage the whole time.

"So, what is this doing?"

After watching for a while, Chu Huaixu had an idea and began to try practicing along.

The swordsmanship taught by this abbot was far too simplistic.

Its nature is actually almost identical to that of the old ladies and gentlemen dancing with swords in the park.

He learned the Chu Huai Preface with great ease.

Before long, he was able to perform a whole routine with effortless grace.

After he finished the last move, a gust of wind suddenly blew up.

The gust of wind came from afar, and wherever it passed, everything in sight was blown away.

Soon, everything around them vanished with the wind.

Chu Huaixu was once again plunged into darkness.

He began to have some vague guesses about this trip.

Meanwhile, Han Shuangjiang's progress was about the same as his.

She quickly realized that the scene before her was repeating itself.

After she imitated him and used her fingers as a sword, practicing once again, she too was plunged into endless darkness.

After about half an incense stick's time, the scene of the sun rising in the east and the first rays of dawn appeared before their eyes once again.

The darkness began to dissipate, but the scene before them was no longer within the Junzi Temple.

This is a cave, or rather, a secret realm for the inheritance of traditions.

A young Taoist priest dressed in a Taoist robe was sitting cross-legged.

Beside him lay the standard black wooden sword of the Gentleman's Temple.

However, the scabbard was intact, but the sword was broken in two.

Chu Huaixu had heard Li Chunsong say that after the Dao Ancestor's wooden sword broke, he had only ever carried the scabbard with him.

An ordinary sword sheath had been with him for decades, and he managed to nurture it into a super-grade spiritual weapon.

"So, it seems the wooden sword broke in this cave?"

In front of the young Taoist priest, a bamboo scroll was spread out, and next to it was a secret manual.

Chu Huaixu went over to take a look.

The cover of the manual had four large characters written on it: Chasing Wind Sword Technique.

But he couldn't see the contents, because he couldn't touch the manual at all; it was all just an illusion.

The bamboo slip was now spread out on the ground, so he squatted down to look at its contents.

As a result, the more I looked at it, the more familiar it seemed.

"Isn't this the first volume of the Daoist Canon?"

"But it's different."

"To be precise, it only has a prototype; it's a semi-finished product."

Chu Huaixu had already thoroughly studied volumes 1-3 of the Daoist Canon and could tell at a glance. Looking at the young Daoist meditating, he couldn't help but mutter, "Could he be completing the text himself?"

He remembered clearly that, according to the records in the Taoist scriptures, the Taoist patriarch obtained an unnamed skill by chance when he was young.

He never named this practice, but later generations respectfully called it the "Daoist Canon".

"So, the Dao Ancestor actually obtained a half-finished cultivation technique, and then started practicing it haphazardly on his own?" he guessed.

Chu Huaixu looked at the contents of the bamboo slip and realized that it was absolutely impossible to cultivate spiritual power this way.

He sat down cross-legged next to the young Taoist priest and carefully examined him.

He could tell that the body beneath that Taoist robe was quite sturdy.

After a while, the young Taoist priest suddenly let out a scream.

The heart-wrenching screams echoed throughout the entire cave.

If others heard this, they would probably think that he had messed up his attempt to complete the technique and gone mad.

But standing here now is Chu Huaixu.

Upon hearing that scream, he immediately understood:

"It's done!"

He was all too familiar with that kind of scream.

He often made this sound when he first embarked on the path of cultivation. Xiao Xu also made the same sound after he took him to cultivate the "peerless divine skill".

—Body tempering is something that needs to be called out.

But the thought that the person in front of him would later become the Dao Ancestor made him suddenly find the scream so pleasant and melodious.

"It seems that even the Dao Ancestor was in a lot of pain while practicing his skills."

Chu Huaixu laughed heartily on the side, enjoying himself for a long time, and even burst out laughing.

After a while, the young Taoist priest calmed down and began to breathe heavily.

As the pain subsided, he uttered a sound tinged with joy and excitement: "I did it?"

“This senior was indeed wrong from the start,” the young Taoist priest said.

"Only by cultivating both inner and outer qualities can one achieve success."

Chu Huaixu listened to these words from the side, then looked down at the contents of the bamboo slip.

"The bamboo slips only contain a half-finished version of the first volume of the Daoist Canon."

"So, the cultivation techniques for the subsequent realms were all deduced and created by the Dao Ancestor himself?"

The young Taoist priest got up from the ground and began to stretch his muscles and bones to adapt to his enhanced physical body.

Chu Huaixu glanced at his waist.

The black beaded pendant was no longer hanging on his waist, but was now tied to the sword sheath.

After a while, the young Taoist priest picked up the secret manual from the ground and stood up to read it.

Chu Huaixu walked directly behind him, stretched his head forward, and looked at him together.

As he looked at it, he commented, "It looks like it's only at the level of a Yellow-grade spell, and it's one of the worse Yellow-grade spells at that."

But the Taoist priest watched very carefully and attentively.

He would occasionally raise his left hand and make a slight gesture in the air.

After reading it once, he couldn't help but say, "It's quite simple."

Judging from his posture, it seems he's already mastered it?
The young Taoist priest placed the secret realm on the ground, then picked up the broken black wooden sword and began practicing swordsmanship inside the cave.

"He really learned it right away?" Chu Huaixu muttered to himself as he watched from the side.

Then, everything around them froze again.

Chu Huaixu could still hear the wind, but even the wind stopped.

Only the Dao Ancestor continued to wield his sword.

One is born, the second is cooked.

"Just follow along and learn," Chu Huaixu said to himself.

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