It's drizzling outside, so there's no need to dig a lake today.
Li Shiyin curled up on the sofa, leaning against the cushion, teasing Zhuifeng with a small bamboo stick.
Zhuifeng is growing very fast, changing almost every day. When I picked him up on a rainy night, he was the size of a kitten. Now, less than a week has passed, and he has grown to be the size of an adult cat, and a very tough adult cat at that.
He chased the bamboo stick in Li Shiyin's hand, ran from the sofa to the ground, and jumped from the ground to the coffee table. He looked ferocious, as if he had some grudge against the bamboo stick.
Li Shiyin took a bamboo stick and waved it everywhere, chasing the wind everywhere. The man and the cat had a lot of fun.
“Bang!”
Suddenly, the door of the living room was pushed open from the outside, and a wet wind blew in from outside. Li Shiyin looked over and saw Qin Ran, who was soaking wet and walking in with a sword in his hand.
"Master, where have you been?" Li Shiyin asked.
She paused and turned around quickly, only to find that the bamboo stick in her hand had been caught by Zhuifeng. Zhuifeng clapped his two strong claws, opened his mouth and bit, and with a "snap" the bamboo stick broke into a section.
How fierce, she thought to herself, and threw the whole bamboo stick to Zhuifeng.
“Behind…” Qin Ran replied.
He put away the umbrella, took it outside to shake off the rain, then brought it in and placed it by the door. He then used his magical power to absorb all the rain water on his clothes, condensed it into a ball in his hand, and threw it outside the door as well.
Li Shiyin watched and once again admired her master's control over his magical powers.
"Behind?" she asked.
"The cave is right next to the waterfall..." Qin Ran closed the door and pointed to the back of the house. "Danfeng's previous caves are all over there. There are still some things left in the caves."
Li Shiyin had seen the cave on the back mountain from afar, but had never been there. She nodded, and when she saw the sword in Qin Ran's hand, she said, "Is this the sword left by our predecessors?"
"Yes." Qin Ran came over and casually threw the sword in his hand to her, saying, "There are not many people in Danfeng who use swords. I tried my best to find a sword that is suitable for you. It can barely be considered a low-grade magic weapon. You can use this sword to practice sensing objects."
Li Shiyin raised her hand to take the sword. The scabbard was jet black and felt heavy, weighing about seven or eight pounds. She pulled out half of the sword, and the blade was cold and sharp. There were gray spots on the blade, just like the stars in the night sky.
The sword is a good sword, but...
"How delicate!" she said. The sword was too narrow and not her favorite style.
Closing the sword, she saw the name of the sword on the hilt, Qingxing, and asked, "Which female senior's sword is this?"
“I don’t know either.” Qin Ran poured a cup of hot water from the kitchen.
He came, stood in front of the sofa, and said to Li Shiyin, "You can find any sword to practice sword skills, but you can't control a sword, because controlling a sword requires feeling the object first. It's strange to easily communicate with the sword."
Li Shiyin secretly glanced at Qin Ran and thought that her master's view on love was so pure.
She looked back at the Qingxing Sword. Not only was the sword delicate in appearance, it was also very light... although it already weighed seven or eight kilograms.
She shook her head and said, "I don't like this sword."
"Even if you don't like it, you can only bear with it for now. Pay attention. Once you have learned how to fight and control the sword, we will find someone to forge your natal sword."
Qin Ran held the cup and said, "When the time comes, your natal sword will be forged according to the requirements of the Nine-Transformation Star Sword Technique."
Li Shiyin could still accept it for temporary use. She pouted and said, "Find someone to forge it? Then I hope my natal sword can be heavier and more majestic."
"Well, whatever you like." Qin Ran drank the water and asked, "Which technique did you choose?"
"The art of guiding starlight." Li Shiyin replied.
Qin Ran nodded. This was not unexpected to him.
The Art of Guiding Starlight, to be precise, is not a sword technique, but more like a magic technique that increases destructive power.
Attracting starlight, as the name suggests, is to draw starlight to the sword to gain stronger combat power. This belongs to the close combat method.
This relatively tough close combat method is very suitable for Li Shiyin's personality.
As for whether to use close combat or long-range spellcasting, that is a matter of personal character and there is no good or bad. He will not comment on that.
"Since you've made up your mind, hurry up and practice..." Qin Ran said, "When you're done, we'll go down the mountain."
"Huh? Go down the mountain!?" Li Shiyin's eyes lit up, and she realized that she had to go down the mountain to find someone to forge a sword.
If she goes down the mountain, can she go find her silly brother? Can she go home?!
"Yes, I went down the mountain, but not to play. I went to find someone to refine my natal sword." Qin Ran ruthlessly extinguished Li Shiyin's fantasy.
Li Shiyin was stunned for a moment and replied: "Oh!"
"It's raining today, so we don't need to dig a lake. It's a good time to practice sensing objects." Qin Ran sat on the coffee table, facing Li Shiyin, pointed at the sword in her hand, and said, "Let's not waste time, let's get started!"
"Ah!" Li Shiyin sighed, pulled out the Qingxing Sword, and asked, "How do I sense things?"
"Sensing things is the same as sensing qi." Qin Ran explained to Li Shiyin.
"Feeling the Qi is in the body, feeling
The energy in the body, and then push the energy according to certain rules, and then you begin to practice.
"To sense objects is to feel the internal structure of objects, so as to infuse mana into them. Mana operates inside the objects, and people use it to control the objects..."
As Qin Ran was speaking, Zhuifeng, who was biting the bamboo stalks madly, came over here chasing after the bamboo stalks.
One end of the bamboo stick hit the leg of the coffee table, and the other end was still bitten by Zhuifeng. He seemed to know nothing, biting the bamboo stick and continued to move forward, and the bamboo stick was squeezed and bent, and then...
“Bang!”
Zhuifeng opened his mouth and let go of the bamboo stick, which suddenly recovered and hit Qin Ran's calf.
"Hiss..." Qin Ran sucked in a breath of cold air in pain and quickly lowered his head to see Zhuifeng chasing the bamboo stick and sneaking past the coffee table like an idle cat.
"Hey? You little thing!" Qin Ran angrily grabbed Zhuifeng and slapped him lightly on the innocent face. Then he put him on the coffee table next to him and pointed at him and said, "Sit down!"
Zhuifeng seemed to realize that he had made a mistake and sat down feeling aggrieved.
Qin Ran picked up the bamboo stick he was playing with, held one end like a sword, and held it across Li Shiyin's eyes.
"Use your mind to find the internal laws of the object, and then infuse the magic power into it according to that law..." As he spoke, the magic power was infused from his hand into the bamboo stick. He let go of his hand, and the bamboo stick floated in the air. "This is controlling objects!"
Li Shiyin understood. She nodded, held the Qingxing Sword to her forehead, closed her eyes, and tried to find the rules in the sword.
"Do you know what that rule is?" Qin Ran continued.
"That's actually a formation! Everything has its own rules, and that rule is a formation. The eight extraordinary meridians, the five internal organs, the organs, the limbs, their layout is a formation, and the practice map is a formation map. The mana running in the body is running according to a certain formation rule, and the mana running in the sword is also running according to a certain formation... For a flying sword, the weapon refiner will definitely set up a formation inside!"
The magic power in Li Shiyin's body circulated, coming out of the sea of consciousness and entering the Qingxing Sword.
After a moment, she loosened her hand and the Qingxing Sword remained suspended in the air.
The feeling is completed!
“This is just a fucking talent!” Qin Ran shook his head and sighed, unable to deny it.
He explained the most profound theories of flying swords to Li Shiyin in a simple way, but he was sure that Li Shiyin did not understand. However...
She can do it, and she can do it very easily. This is called talent.
He looked down and saw Zhuifeng, who was squatting next to him, looking seriously at the flying sword floating in front of Li Shiyin's forehead.