Fall: Rebirth

Qisheng Pavilion.

Cang Yan, who has always been taciturn, naturally doesn't like huge palaces. Therefore, he built the Qisheng Pavilion not far from the palace and lived alone in the Qisheng Pavilion.

Although it is not as spacious and grand as the palace, its scale should not be underestimated, and the interior is decorated very beautifully. In the courtyard, there is a towering phoenix tree, and under the phoenix tree, there is a stone table and several stone chairs, which look simple and elegant.

At this moment, Cang Yan was sitting quietly on one of the stone chairs, his eyes closed as if he was sleeping. He exuded a quiet and peaceful temperament, as if he had blended in with everything in this world. The breeze blew gently, and his long black hair, like a waterfall, fluttered in the wind, but there was no sense of disorder.

Not far in front of Cang Yan, Ling Xuan was concentrating on practicing the sword skills that Cang Yan had taught him a few days ago.

The long sword in Ling Xuan's hand was seen flashing a faint blue light, and every time the sword was swung, a faint blue sword energy would be drawn. However, at this moment, Ling Xuan's sword force suddenly changed, becoming more fierce and sharp. The long sword in his hand seemed to turn into a mighty and majestic blue dragon, with its fangs bared and claws waving, and it was aggressive. Unfortunately, it seemed that Ling Xuan had some difficulty controlling this "dragon". There was a sharp and piercing sound of breaking through the air, and the dragon sword actually broke free from Ling Xuan's control and roared towards the sycamore tree.

At that thrilling and critical moment, Cang Yan opened his eyes, waved his sleeves lightly, and an invisible force blocked the giant dragon.

Ling Xuan was shocked when he saw this scene. He quickly put away his sword, his face full of fear and guilt. He bowed and said, "Master, please forgive my rude offense!"

Cang Yan slowly stood up and walked to Ling Xuan with steady steps. His face was as calm as water, and he said slowly: "The essence of swordsmanship does not lie in the fancy and complicated sword techniques, but in the cultivation of the inner world. Now it seems that your state of mind has not yet reached a mature and stable state."

After saying that, Cang Yan stretched out his hand, put his index and middle fingers together to form a sword shape, and gently touched Ling Xuan's forehead.

In an instant, a refreshing coolness penetrated into his body along his eyebrows and quickly spread to his limbs. Ling Xuan suddenly felt comfortable all over, and his whole body exuded a radiant glow; at the same time, his state of mind became clearer and more ethereal, and calmer.

"Thank you Master for your careful teachings!" Ling Xuan was overjoyed and bowed respectfully to Cang Yan again.

Cang Yan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, and nodded gently, seeming to be quite satisfied with Ling Xuan.

This god, who was usually taciturn and not good at expressing his emotions in words, turned around and slowly walked back to the stone chair and sat down leisurely. Then, he closed his eyes, as if he had instantly fallen into a deep sleep, and once again immersed himself in that transcendental state where he had forgotten the troubles of the world.

Thanks to the fresh air that Cang Yan had just injected, Ling Xuan's mood was unusually calm at this moment, and the swordsmanship in his hand became even sharper.

As time went by, Ling Xuan's swordsmanship became more and more skillful and his figure gradually merged with the sword moves. Every sword swing contained endless power and charm. In this state of selflessness, Ling Xuan constantly broke through himself and moved towards a higher realm.

Suddenly, a powerful force surged in Ling Xuan's heart, surging like a raging wave. His swordsmanship also changed accordingly, and the sword force was like a violent storm, fierce and unusual. The coldness in the swordsmanship became stronger and stronger, as if to freeze everything around him. As he continued to swing, the air seemed to condense into ice. When the last move was performed, a dazzling light flashed before Ling Xuan's eyes, followed by a loud noise, and the wooden bridge above the pool broke.

Ling Xuan stared at the messy scene in front of him with wide eyes, looking at it in astonishment. He couldn't believe that all this was caused by him. He slowly turned his eyes to the side and suddenly found that Cang Yan had been standing there quietly without knowing when, with a puzzling smile on his face.

"Well, you did a great job. The progress is beyond imagination." Cang Yan's voice was as light as the flapping of a mosquito's wings, but it was clearly heard by Ling Xuan. Then, Cang Yan gently waved his arm, and the damaged wooden bridge began to repair itself at an astonishing speed, as if time was flowing backwards.

Hearing Cang Yan's praise, Ling Xuan felt a surge of pride in his heart. He carefully put the long sword in his hand into his palm, thinking to himself: After this period of hard training, my strength has indeed made a qualitative leap. At this moment, he is full of unprecedented confidence.