Chapter 37: Offense is the best defense "Have you done anything wrong? You're so scared." Long Aotian stretched out his hand to help her steady the boat, and took a few more glances at the spirit cow that was knocked down by the shake. "It doesn't look like a spirit cow. Where did you get this cow?" All Zhou Ling heard was his master's words that he was going to eat Daniu. After he had firmly stood up, he took small steps with a flattering smile on his face and silently blocked Daniu behind him. "Master, this cow cannot be eaten. It is my companion who grew up with me. It saved my life. I want to take care of it in its old age." "You're amazing for making friends with a cow." Long Aotian smiled. The look of fear on her little disciple's face was just like how greedy she was, as if she would eat her cow friend alive in the next second. In the eyes of his little disciple, he is really just a glutton? He was so angry that he didn't want to pay attention to anyone, but when he turned around and saw his little disciple still smiling in a flattering way, he still felt a little distressed. It is not difficult to imagine the difficult conditions under which the young apprentice learned these sophisticated survival skills. "Master gave you so many life-saving things because I wanted you to learn to take the initiative and fight with others while ensuring that you are unharmed! I didn't want you to expose your neck to lure the enemy to provoke you, and then use rebound-type formation spirit tools to kill people when you find that you can't win!" Turning his face away and adjusting his expression, Long Aotian scolded in a deep voice and began to talk about business.
Zhou Ling's small body froze, and she felt helpless as if she had been caught doing something bad by her elders. What a joke! All the stupid things I did in the market town were actually seen by my master? Covering her face, digging her toes into the ground, she lowered her head and apologized at the speed of light. "I'm sorry!" He bowed at a ninety-degree angle, very standard. "Get up!" Long Aotian grabbed her collar and lifted her up and straightened her out. Zhou Ling didn't dare to say a word. She just let herself be manipulated and behaved like a quail. "Your life is related to the survival of this world. Since Master has accepted you as his disciple, he will do his best to protect you. Ling'er, next time, don't take such risks. The situation of your opponent is usually unknown. Even if the defensive magic weapon or spiritual weapon that Master gives you is very powerful, there is no guarantee that your enemy has something that can break through the defense. Remember, offense is the best defense. As a sword cultivator, you must uphold the belief of moving forward indomitable, so that you can fight against opponents of higher levels and become stronger when facing a strong opponent." Zhou Ling understood what the master meant, but when he heard the words "attack is the best defense", the words that Cheng Yaojin said after he used his skills suddenly appeared in his mind. Uh... Master, what you mean is that sword cultivators are fearless and can stimulate adrenaline when they are at low health during a battle, thus realizing the theory that the lower the health, the higher the damage? But Hengyue, the sword that can save the world, has recognized her as its master. Before it grows up and before the seal of the demon clan is re-strengthened, she cannot die. So... although she has many life-saving things on her, when fighting, she should forget about these life-saving things and fight only with her own strength. Only then can she truly improve her own strength and strive to achieve the state of unknown strength, and become stronger when facing a strong opponent! "Master! I understand! Thank you for your teachings!" Zhou Ling's mind was clear. After thanking him, he ran away quickly, saying that he was going to practice swordsmanship with someone. But Long Aotian was a little confused. He always felt that the girl didn't understand what he taught her. When he wanted to catch the person and interrogate him, he found that the person had run away. Only his disciple's mother and the cow friend were left staring at him, and the atmosphere was tense. "Ahem...well, I suddenly remembered that I had something else to do." Long Aotian was about to suffer from social phobia. He stammered to find an excuse and pretended to run away. But Zhou Li saw how his daughter's master had taken pains to teach her, so he couldn't miss the opportunity to thank her. "The sun is about to set, let's have dinner together, Master Long?" She may not be good at other things, but she is good at cooking. Her best dish is beef Wellington. My daughter can never get enough of it. I'm sure her master will like it too. Long Aotian didn't expect this to happen. He, he, he... It's been a long time since he's had a home-cooked meal like this. He kind of misses it, but... "No need to be so reserved. We are a family, Ling'er said." As soon as Zhou Li saw the look on Master Long's face, he knew that he must have wanted to come but was too embarrassed to speak up, so he quickly gave him a way out. "Okay, I'll come over later." Long Aotian stood with his hands behind his back and nodded slightly, pretending that he had made the decision after careful consideration. Zhou Li smiled without saying anything and nodded slightly in farewell. But when he turned around to lead the big cow, he suddenly realized that if he wanted to make steak for dinner... did he have to avoid the big cows?
…… Zhou Ling collapsed on the ring from exhaustion and was dragged away by his master by the collar. "When you go back and see your mother, don't tell her that it was me who asked you to work so hard." Long Aotian was so depressed that he almost wanted to cry. He was close to being able to open his mouth and eat home-cooked meals, but his little disciple almost lost his life because of his teachings. Given how much her mother loves her child, if she knew what the child had experienced in the ring today, let alone inviting him to dinner, she would definitely invite him to his last meal after execution. Zhou Ling, whose meridians were being warmed by his master's spiritual power, nodded weakly to show that he understood. Although she was tired, she had an unprecedentedly enjoyable fight in this afternoon's battle. Jiang Xing is the direct disciple of the master, and his understanding of kendo is really good! He was at the late stage of foundation building, and because he had benefited from her sudden enlightenment, he was about to advance to the stage of forming a pill. Before she went into seclusion, she saw that she was looking for someone to cross levels to learn swordsmanship, so she took the initiative to show up and fight with her. This senior brother was worthy of being trained as the future successor to the head of the sect. He was very capable and serious in his attitude. He showed no mercy to her young junior sister. Instead, he taught and beat her at the same time, so that Zhou Ling learned a lot while being abused. Both of them used the sect's most basic sword techniques. On the ring, they competed on their level of comprehension of the sword. In the first match, Zhou Ling was knocked down, with sword wounds all over his body, but the injuries were very minor. He could heal them by taking a pill, and he could get up and continue fighting. In the second match, Zhou Ling gritted his teeth and withstood the pressure of the opponent's high-level cultivation. When the knuckles were shaken by the hilt of the sword until they were bloody, he suddenly realized that in the case of unequal strength, fighting hard would only hurt himself. In the current situation, the right way is to take an unconventional approach and turn strength into skill. Although he was beaten down later, he made a lot of progress. In the third match, more and more fellow disciples gathered around, the sun set, and the sky darkened. Zhou Ling swallowed the elixir and recovered a little. When he grasped the hilt of the sword again, his eyes inadvertently swept across the beauty of the sunset glowing on the sky. A sword cultivator is fearless and courageous. In battle, even if he fights until the very last moment of his life, he must be like the sun and try his best to leave the last ray of light in the world. A moment of glory can be shocking. The hand holding the hilt of the sword gradually tightened, and when he opened his eyes again, there seemed to be a storm in Zhou Ling's eyes. Jiang Xing didn't expect that he would get too excited while playing. It was originally a competition, but he pushed his junior sister too hard, so that the little sister who was abused by him in the early stage, actually dared to fight him to the death! (End of this chapter)