Chapter 349 — Weaknesses Everywhere
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
His sword art was clumsy, without any sense of nimbleness; only as the Carefree Sword's speed quickened did a nimbleness gradually come, and the child swords flying in the air grew more and more numerous, the sword art faster and faster, dancing in attendance on the Carefree Sword in his hand! The Hermit of Qingyou's face grew graver and graver, while Long Yu, Mu Qingdai and Wang Muran found that they could no longer follow it at all. The sword principles involved in Shen Mu's art grew more and more complex, more and more profound. Above this immortal mountain, the three thousand flying swords now gathered and scattered like clouds, like grey clouds massed and rent; now became towering mountains that broke the cloud vapors apart; now became a long river in the empty sky, rushing down until one could almost hear the sound of water; now became a thousand trees and ten thousand more, rank with green, so lush that one could see every vein upon every leaf and blade of grass! After a while, all the sword light vanished.
Shen Mu shook the Carefree Sword, and the flying swords flew out from it one by one, dropping into the Taotie Pouch at his back. "There is no need to compete!
" Mu Qingdai came to herself and said hurriedly, "My cultivation is a shade below Senior Brother Long Yu's; better that I not compete at all! " Wang Muran shook his head. "I could not withstand that move either.
No need to compete—I concede. " Long Yu's face was pale.
He opened his mouth, found his throat dry again, hastily gulped two mouthfuls of water and said, "Your sword art—I can no longer understand it. " The Hermit of Qingyou was dazed. He looked at Shen Mu, then at Li Zheng, and suddenly sighed: "Old brother of the Dao, you have taken a fine disciple. Your sword art has entered the Dao. " Li Zheng shook his head.
"I did not teach him to refine the sword this way; he comprehended it himself.
Shen'er, your sword art still has many flaws—like a broken sieve leaking wind on every side.
You must keep working at it.
If you meet someone whose insight surpasses your own, you will die without even knowing how. " Shen Mu shuddered with cold.
"I see the flaws too," he mumbled, "but I still cannot mend them.
" "Is this any way to teach a disciple? " The Hermit of Qingyou did not know whether to laugh or cry.
"This sword art could already reign supreme under heaven, could it not? Anyone who surpasses it must be a figure who has attained the very Dao of the sword!
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