Chapter 17: Practicing Swordsmanship is for Killing People!

  "You've practiced for two and a half hours without moving." Meng Chaoran's discerning gaze looked at his second disciple, pondering: "It seems you're not just practicing swordsmanship?"

  "Master's discerning eye." Chu Yang smiled and said this to the master, no matter if it was in his past life or present life, he had always been very respectful.

  Meng Chao Ran has always been calm and composed, but no one dares to deceive him; he seems detached from the world, not caring about anything, but nothing in the world can escape his notice; in his heart, there is a balance scale!

  Weighing all under heaven!

  Such people are rare talents wherever they go!

  But he also had something in his heart that he wanted to protect, and that was his sect! Tianwai Building!

  So he would rather die fighting in the Tianwai Building crisis! But then again, he preserved his own disciples amidst the stench of wind and blood.

  Or perhaps the master had other regrets, but Chu Yang didn't know. All he knew was that his master would often stand alone in the wind on quiet nights, seemingly reminiscing, seemingly sighing, and seemingly thinking of something...

  "You're practicing your heart, your will, and also the speed of your sword. You're even controlling the sound of your sword leaving its scabbard!" Meng Chaoran crossed his arms and said calmly: "Who taught you these things?"

  "No one taught me, the disciple just felt that drawing a sword requires careful thought! Every move of the sword must be made with care in order to achieve an effect." Chu Yang said: "The disciple used to practice swordsmanship simply for the sake of practicing, and fell behind by too much..."

  "Hmm, not bad." Meng Chaoran nodded slightly and raised his hand. Chu Yang felt a weight in his hand and saw that there was an additional water bottle.

  "After you practiced sword, you put away your sword heart and sword intention, dispersed the sword energy in your mind, and then said a few more words to me. Today's realm is already stable, and you can drink water now." Meng Chaoran smiled and said.

  After excessive exercise, do not drink water immediately. If you drink water at the moment you stop practicing sword, the results of a morning's hard work will be in vain and it will also harm your body.

  But now after this period of buffering, it's no problem at all.

  "Yes." Chu Yang lifted the water jug and took a few small sips, then put it down again. Although he was extremely thirsty, he couldn't drink too much water now either.

  This principle is understood by everyone, but those who can truly exercise self-control are not many.

  Meng Chaoran had been staring at his face, and only now slowly let out a breath of relief, revealing a smile. "To cultivate the sword with one's heart, one must first cultivate the heart of the sword. Only when the heart of the sword is cultivated can one have the courage of the sword, and only when the courage of the sword is revealed can one roam freely under the sky. All of you disciples in this generation know this principle, but those who truly put it into practice are few. Now, you've barely grasped this level, not bad. However, you still need to continue striving."

  He paused for a moment and said: "How you practice your sword skills is none of my business. But why are you controlling the volume of the long sword being unsheathed?"

  Chu Yang smiled and said, "Master, throughout the entire Nine Heavens Continent, all swordsmen and knife wielders have one thing in common: their scabbards are made of iron. Some wealthy individuals may have gold, silver, or even more precious materials for their scabbards, but ultimately, they're all metal. Metal is sturdy, resistant to wear and tear, and can be used for a long time. Moreover, in desperate situations, it can also serve as a makeshift weapon. These are all advantages, but when the sword is drawn from its scabbard, the friction produces a clear, ringing sound."

  "Not bad." Meng Chaoran nodded.

  "But the clear sound gave the enemy time to defend. The disciple thought that this was the shortcoming of the metal scabbard!" Chu Yang said with a smile, "Master, what is the purpose of practicing sword? It's to kill people! If you just want to exercise, you don't need a weapon. Since we want to kill people, why give them time to defend? One sword to take life, isn't that more straightforward?"

  "I've been practicing the silent sword, just to attack when they're not prepared!" Chu Yang smiled slightly and said: "The road of Jianghu is ruthless, a man should kill people, splashing blood for three thousand miles, killing people without shape or form! I've always believed that killing people in the void is the highest realm."

  "Is it murder without form? Like you framed Shi Qianshan?" Meng Chaoran tilted his head, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

  Chu Yang was taken aback, never expecting that Meng Chaoran had also seen through this matter and had even penetrated his own arrangements.

  "Can't help but say, framing Shi Qianshan is the most satisfying thing I've ever done." Chu Yang smiled frankly and didn't deny it. He then said in a low tone, "If he wasn't blinded by lust and greed, he wouldn't have been framed by me!"

  Meng Chaoran looked at him deeply, sighed deeply, but immediately skipped this topic, turned around and walked forward with his hands behind his back, saying lightly: "You just said that learning swordsmanship is for killing people... it's a bit biased. You should know that in this world, there are many lovely things and many entanglements. Learning swordsmanship is not necessarily for killing people, but also for protection."

  "With one's own sword, protect what one cares about. People, or things." Meng Chaoran sighed: "Human life is precious, if you can avoid killing, then don't kill. Even for the most ruthless villains, killing someone will still hurt your heart a little. No matter how evil the person being killed may be, they are still flesh and blood of their parents, and also someone else's son, husband, brother, father..."

  "Master also said to protect, the disciple agrees. But when others come to harm what we protect, in order not to make our loved ones sad and cry...” Chu Yang followed Meng Chao Ran's footsteps slowly moving forward, his mouth was firm: "Then it can only be that the enemy's parents will be sad and cry. This person must be killed!"

  Meng Chao Ran said: "When you can spare someone, then spare him."

  "I spare others, but they don't spare me!" Chu Yang said: "That's just how it is on the road of life. Crises and enemies are best resolved as soon as possible."

  "Your karma is too heavy!" Meng Chaoran: "This is very bad."

  He shook his head sorrowfully: "When will the endless revenge end?"

  "That's cutting the grass and eliminating the roots! That would have been settled instantly." Chu Yang said straightforwardly, "Master, you're too soft-hearted. Not like a Jianghu person."

  "Your silent sword practice is equivalent to a sneak attack. This goes against the rules of Jianghu Wudao. I'm afraid it will lead to controversy and have an adverse impact on your future prospects."

  Chu Yang chuckled and said, "Rules are rules, but I am me. Why should I follow those rules? As a disciple, there's only one rule to keep in mind: preserve your own life, that's the greatest rule! Without life, even if you're following the rules, it's all nonsense!"

  He paused, sneering and laughing: "Moreover, how many people in the world still follow those rules? Those so-called rules have become the cause of death for honest people!"

  Meng Chao Ran is silent.

  The two men couldn't convince each other, but both felt a sense of novelty in their hearts. In his past life, Chu Yang had only respected his master and never argued with him. Now the two walked side by side, discussing the matter of killing people, yet feeling warmth in their hearts.

  Meng Chao Ran is also like this.

  Chu Yang's words, he didn't agree with, but also couldn't deny that they made sense. He stopped talking because even if it was his own disciple, he had never forced anyone before. Everyone has their own path, how to walk it, let them choose for themselves.

  "Master, there is one thing that I, your disciple, have been thinking about for a long time but can't figure out," Chu Yang said hesitantly.

  "You're talking about... Shi Qianshan?" Meng Chaoran smiled freely: "I've been indulging in Shi Qianshan's deceitful and hypocritical cheating of you all, allowing him to monopolize the sect's resources before this without a word, isn't that so?"

  "Yes." Chu Yang raised an eyebrow and looked up.

  This matter is a doubt in his mind. Since Meng Chaoran understood, why did he never stop it? Shi Qianshan was a disciple, could it be that the two of them were not disciples themselves?

  Chu Yang was not dissatisfied, but knew that Meng Chaoran had his reasons for doing so. He asked now, and it was to ask clearly, because the next step was to kill Shi Qianshan. But what if he ruined Meng Chaoran's plan?

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