…… Seven days later, Xi Heng learned many variations of the Red Line Sword Technique and practiced swordsmanship with other apprentices from the Sword Academy, but rarely won. During this period, she had several battles with the talented Lin Ying of the same period, and was easily defeated every time. When sparring with that man, Xi Heng was basically suppressed by the opponent's sword moves. He could only defend continuously. He had no way to perform his own moves and was eventually defeated easily. The opponent's moves were extremely fast. Even though both of them were using the same sword technique, they knew each other well. Xi Heng knew the flaws in the opponent's sword technique that could be exploited. He could try to break through the enemy's strengths and attack their weaknesses. But Lin Ying's sword style was too sharp and swift, and Xi Heng had not been able to grasp the flaw before it disappeared in an instant. Her ideas and moves could not be used at all in the sword fight with the opponent, and she couldn't help feeling frustrated and powerless. And once this feeling emerges, it is the time of her downfall. In the end, Xi Heng was often blocked by Lin Ying's sword, and then the sword stopped at his throat, and the victory or defeat was decided by this. After the defeat, she had no choice but to return to her original position to rest and practice sword skills again.
But no matter how much she practiced, her sword could never be as sharp and fierce as Lin Ying's, and her body's speed and strength could not keep up with the opponent. "I lose to others in every aspect..." Xi Heng whispered to himself while practicing sword. Even if the symptoms in his body were temporarily suppressed by expensive medicines, he still could not compare with these gifted people. The martial arts genius Lin Ying has now defeated most of the senior sisters and is about to enter the next stage of learning body skills. As for herself, she only won two or three times by luck. It will obviously be quite difficult to cross the threshold to enter the realm of strength afterwards. "Perhaps it will take two or three lifetimes to truly become a warrior?" she thought to herself. Fortunately, I was able to reload the game. If I were just an ordinary person, the best outcome would probably be to become a sickly person, relying on various tonics to live a few more years, and silently waiting for death to come. "Heh..." Xi Heng shook his head: "If I were an ordinary person, I would have fallen to my death on the cliff of Yaowang Mountain." She has now changed her destiny and started practicing sword and martial arts. If you continue to work hard to change your destiny for the better, perhaps you will have a bright future. "Get into the game." She whispered, "I'll put my heart and soul into this life, just to get into the game!" Xi Heng took a deep breath and continued to practice sword dance until his body could endure the limit. …… The sun sets and the sky darkens. The girl pressed her aching shoulders and arms with her left hand, and weakly grasped a wooden sword with her right hand. She left the sword courtyard, passed by an elegant and tidy flower bed, and was about to return to her residence to rest. "I hope there will be some improvement." Xi Heng whispered to himself on the way. As long as today's efforts can turn into tomorrow's progress, she will be very satisfied.
As long as you keep moving forward, you will achieve your desired goal sooner or later. Xi Heng used these words to comfort his tired body and mind, sniffing the fragrance of the flowers around him, looking around at the colorful flowers around him. This flower bed is not big, but the bouquets planted here are colorful. At a glance, there are more than a dozen kinds of flowers that catch the eye. There was a hunchbacked old man in the altar, holding a big-bellied, thin-necked, flared-mouth porcelain pot steadily, dripping water from it to water the flowers. Xi Heng looked at the other person's back. The old woman seemed to sense her gaze and slowly turned around to look at her. Then the old man frowned and rubbed his eyes. She kept staring at Xi Heng, her eyes motionless and the wrinkles on her face frozen. The girl also stopped and looked at him in confusion. Xi Heng gradually recognized that this old woman was the woman sweeping the floor outside the gate of Hongxian Sword Academy when she came to the Academy. She also remembered that it was the other party who brought her to the courtyard and handed her over to Senior Sister Hong Miao. It seems that the eldest sister calls this old woman... Elder? "Greetings, Elder." Xi Heng then bowed casually. The elder seemed not to hear what Xi Heng said. He just looked at her and muttered to himself in a hoarse voice: "alike……" …… Chapter 7: The Difficulty of Qi and Blood "picture?" Although the elder's voice was quite hoarse, Xi Heng still heard the two words he murmured. like what? "Yeah, it really looks like it." The old woman put the porcelain pot she was holding steadily in her hand back to the edge of the flower bed and slowly approached Xi Heng. The closer she got, the brighter her eyes became. She stopped when the distance was only one meter. "Kid, what's your name?" The old woman's voice was as hoarse and dull as old newspapers blown by the wind, as if something was stuck in her throat. "Xi Heng." Xi Heng felt strange, but the other party was an elder of the Sword Academy after all, so he still behaved politely. "Last name Xi?" The other person's lazy and blurry gaze gradually became sharp and stared straight at him. Xi Heng felt a little pressure, but still nodded. Ever since she came to this world, her name has always been Xi Heng. Others called her by these two words, so she naturally thought that this was her name.
The memories before the time travel are quite vague, and it is difficult to recall much useful information from them. but…… Xi Heng's eyes flickered slightly. After the old woman's reminder, she immediately remembered a point that she had not paid much attention to before. After her previous life’s death, when she was about to load the save file, she saw something on the side of the word “Load Save”, which seemed to be the glowing text on the system interface. On the system panel, her name was not just Xi Heng, but also had the word "Zhao" in front of it. Xi Heng hesitated for a moment and opened his mouth slightly to mention this matter. But after opening his mouth, no sound came out. When she was about to say this, her chest suddenly tightened, as if something was squeezing her heart. A feeling also emerged in my heart - this matter doesn't seem to be something that can be talked about casually. "..." Xi Heng opened his lips but remained silent, being stunned for a moment. The old woman noticed her various reactions, and her eyes were filled with thought. In the end, she did not ask any more questions. She just turned around, looked at the many bouquets of flowers in the flower bed, and began to speak with her hands behind her back: "Kid, you look like a senior sister whom I admired and took care of when I was young..." The setting sun cast an orange-red glow on many flowers, making the red even redder, and the orange also turned red. Xi Heng was not in a hurry, so he stood aside and listened quietly to the elder talking about the past. "She often wears white clothes, and both her sword and her persona are extremely elegant. She was very favored in our Bloodline Sword Sect." The old woman shook her head slightly. "Later, when our sword sect encountered a powerful enemy, many senior teachers and mentors defended the mountain gate with their bodies, but in the end the mountain gate was still breached. It was she who led us all to fight our way out." "After we broke out, we split into several teams and fled to different directions. I haven't seen her since then. I don't know if she is still alive." "Perhaps she has already passed away." She sighed: "The warriors of our Bloodline Sword Sect don't live long. Even I am considered to have lived a long life..." As she spoke, the old woman looked up at the sunset in the distance, quietly watching the red sun sink below the horizon. After a few minutes, she turned around and looked at Xi Heng completely. Then the old man exhaled again and said hoarsely: "You look like her, but you look so frail and sickly, you don't look cool at all." The old woman shook her head again: "What a pity, what a pity." "..." Xi Heng didn't know how to react. She found it difficult to understand the old woman's thoughts and emotions. Just reminisce about the past, why do you suddenly have to say that she is not handsome enough? Xi Heng also wanted to become handsome and cool, but his physical condition did not allow it. "Once I get into the mood, maybe I can feel more relaxed." She suddenly, subconsciously, spoke out what was in her heart. The old woman was stunned and stared at Xi Heng with her gray eyes for almost half a minute.
Xi Heng was also stunned for a moment, looking at the other person's wrinkled face, feeling like he had said something wrong. "..." After a long silence, the old woman hummed a few words. Then she raised the corners of her mouth, her voice became louder and louder, and she laughed with her hoarse throat. "Okay, okay." The old woman stared at Xi Heng, her eyes had changed a little, and said: "I'll teach you a trick." "Please give me some advice, Elder." Xi Heng felt a sense of joy as if he had discovered a hidden mission. He immediately bowed politely and responded. "The Red Line Sword is a sharp and fierce sword, but with a physique like yours, it is really difficult to practice sword skills to the point of being sharp and fierce." The other party said: "In fact, there is another shortcut to comprehending the sword's will." "Is there a shortcut to practicing sword?" Xi Heng was a little skeptical when he heard it. "Instead of fighting for a sharp sword, you can choose a sword that will cost you your life." While explaining, the man's tone became much more stable: "Between life and death there is great terror, but there is also great opportunity." "If you can give up everything and just swing the sword to kill the enemy, even if you don't know what swordsmanship is, the sword will spontaneously come to you." "As warriors who enter the martial arts through swordsmanship, if we can get this opportunity, it will be of great benefit to our understanding of swordsmanship, sword spirit, and even the fundamentals of martial arts." The more she spoke, the stronger her voice became, and a certain warrior's temperament gradually emerged. "It is said that the founder of the Red Line Sword gained enlightenment from the experience of life and death, and thus integrated his sword skills throughout his life and passed them down." "The sword of self-sacrifice is the real red line sword." The other party said with a smile, then turned around and left slowly. Xi Heng fell into deep thought, and when he came back to his senses, he could no longer see the old woman. She then continued to walk back to her residence, silently thinking about the other person's words on the way. "A great opportunity between life and death? A life-sacrificing strike?" "I'm not afraid of death, so I think this is feasible... But, there aren't any enemies right now that require me to fight so hard, right?" Xi Heng tapped his cheek repeatedly with his index finger, raised his head and thought carefully: "If it is still difficult to get into the state of strength after a few months, I can go out and find some enemies to fight with and give it a try." "In the Sword Academy, there will definitely be no chance of fighting for your life." …… In the following days, Xi Heng continued to practice sword as usual. After a month, her wins against other apprentices gradually outnumbered her losses. A few days later, Xi Heng, under the watchful eyes of Senior Sister Hong Miao, narrowly defeated other apprentices one after another. He memorized all the changes of the moves and reached the stage where his mind and hands were in harmony. Next, Hong Miao took Xi Heng to practice body movements, explained and demonstrated them one-on-one, and personally exchanged a few moves with Xi Heng. Of course, the so-called fight was just the eldest sister dodging with her body skills, while Xi Heng chased her with all her might holding the sword. If Xi Heng really fought with this senior sister with swords, she was afraid that her head and body would be separated in the next second. But even if it's just a simple sparring session where you hit and the other person dodges.
It will still make her gradually frustrated and depressed. It looked so close, and the opponent was clearly within his attack range, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hit him. After a sparring session, Xi Heng panted and patted his chest to calm his breathing. He took the opportunity to ask the senior sister: "Come to think of it, what level of warrior is Senior Sister Hong Miao at now?" She wanted to know how powerful the warrior was at the moment and how he was playing with her.
