"Little junior brother, shall I teach you next, okay?"
As soon as Li Qingzhu finished speaking, Li Qingmeng nodded happily. This attitude was completely different from Li Qingyou's. Seeing this, Li Qingyou shook his head with a wry smile and then turned to leave.
Li Qingzhu was also a little surprised by Li Qingmeng's reaction. Li Qingzhu had a feeling that Li Qingmeng had a special affection for him, as if he could feel full of happiness just by staying by his side.
"Could it be because only my spiritual power can enter his body to heal?" Li Qingzhu glanced at Li Qingmeng, who was lowering his head shyly, then put away his thoughts. With a movement of his mind, his spiritual sword immediately appeared in his hand.
"Little junior brother, follow me." Li Qingzhu gave a soft shout, and the spiritual sword in his hand immediately danced. Li Qingmeng, standing beside him, quickly raised his eyes to look at the sword in Li Qingzhu's hand.
Time passed, and another month went by. Although Li Qingmeng's progress was a little faster than before, he barely managed to reach the second level of the Xuanyuan Swordplay. However, overall, he was still a significant distance behind other disciples.
Li Qingmeng's existence was soon known to everyone in the Xuanyuan Sect. Everyone was curious about what kind of dull talent it would take four months to reach the second level.
As a result, quite a few disciples would come to watch Li Qingmeng practice every day, but most of them were met with ridicule. After all, Li Qingmeng's movements were truly astonishing.
It could be said that most of his movements were not precise enough.
Of course, when Li Qingzhu was present, these disciples would not act this way. However, Li Qingzhu was not always there, so when Li Qingmeng practiced alone, these surrounding disciples would naturally mock him.
Even when he had mastered the first level of the Xuanyuan Swordplay and could learn to fly with his sword, Li Qingmeng's performance was astounding.
Anyone else would have been eager to try. However, Li Qingmeng was terrified and hid behind Li Qingzhu. This scene made everyone present burst into laughter.
If it weren't for Li Qingzhu eventually speaking out and dismissing the crowd, even more disciples would have come to watch.
However, what was surprising was that no matter how much these disciples mocked and ridiculed him, Li Qingmeng seemed unfazed, as if he were unaffected. Instead, he diligently followed Li Qingzhu's instructions, practicing diligently.
As time went on, people gradually lost interest and slowly stopped coming to watch Li Qingmeng practice.
"Little junior brother, this sword riding technique is a must-learn for our Xuanyuan Sect. How can a swordsman not be able to fly with his sword? Don't be afraid, just maintain your balance and establish a connection with your spiritual sword. Come, try again."
Seeing Li Qingmeng fall from his spiritual sword again, Li Qingzhu rubbed his forehead, took a deep breath, and said.
"Senior sister, I... I..." Hearing this, Li Qingmeng's head shook like a rattle, as if he hadn't recovered from the fright.
Seeing this, Li Qingzhu sighed slightly and said, "Let me take you for a ride. Can you sense it?"
Li Qingmeng timidly raised his head and glanced at Li Qingzhu. After seeming to ponder for a moment, he finally nodded.
Above the Xuanyuan Sect, Li Qingzhu stood on his sword. Li Qingmeng, on the hilt, tightly gripped Li Qingzhu's waist, not daring to look down.
His constantly trembling legs made Li Qingzhu stop his attempt to pull away Li Qingmeng's hand.
Perhaps it was because he had never been hugged like this before, Li Qingzhu's face also turned a little red. After flying around the back of the mountain, Li Qingzhu stopped.
"Little junior brother, I have already taught you the secret to controlling a spiritual sword to fly. From now on, it's up to you. By the way, three days later, I will take you to the Xuanyuan Mountain Range for training. Perhaps, you can find some confidence there."
After Li Qingzhu finished speaking, he sighed and turned to leave.
As Li Qingzhu left, Li Qingmeng finally looked up, glanced at Li Qingzhu's retreating back, and hurried back to his room.
In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.
"Senior sister, are you sure he can face these beasts alone?" Outside the outer perimeter of the Xuanyuan Mountain Range, Li Qinglin glanced at Li Qingmeng, who was curiously looking around, and then asked Li Qingzhu beside him in a low voice.
Li Qingzhu shook his head with a wry smile. "If he only practices, he won't make much progress. Perhaps, here he can improve his vigilance against danger. Moreover, the beasts in the outer areas have only just begun to cultivate. With his current strength, he should be able to deal with them. However, I'm worried that he lacks any courage to fight."
Li Qinglin also let out a wry smile. This junior brother Li Qingmeng had a very famous reputation in the Xuanyuan Sect.
He dared not fly with his sword, he dared not speak, and he was notoriously timid and cowardly.
Sending him to the Xuanyuan Mountain Range, where beasts roamed everywhere, seemed a bit too harsh. However, if not for this, it would be difficult for him to improve.
"Let's begin. Junior brother Qinglin, you go and lure the monsters. Don't let any beasts above first-tier come over. Never mind, you should let one first-tier beast come over first." Li Qingzhu said, and then walked towards Li Qingmeng.
Li Qinglin curled his lips helplessly at the command. With a movement of his body, he disappeared into the vegetation with a few leaps.
"Little junior brother, there might be beasts appearing here later. With your current ability, you can handle these beasts. So, don't be afraid, understand?" Li Qingzhu said to Li Qingmeng.
Li Qingmeng's eyes showed a look of confusion, but he finally nodded slightly. Seeing this, Li Qingzhu finally breathed a sigh of relief for the first time in half a year.
Roar!
As soon as Li Qingzhu finished speaking, a loud beast roar shook the leaves. Li Qingzhu immediately moved at the sound and leaped onto a tall tree behind him, his eyes filled with anticipation.
Roar!
As the beast's roar approached, the ground trembled slightly. Li Qingmeng hurriedly turned to look. He found that Li Qingzhu had disappeared. At this moment, Li Qingmeng's face showed a look of fear.
Seeing this, Li Qingzhu's heart suddenly had a bad premonition.
At the same time, behind Li Qingmeng, a woolly white lion, more than three meters long, was slowly approaching.
Perhaps sensing danger, Li Qingmeng hurriedly grabbed the spiritual sword behind him, turned around, and met the gaze of the woolly white lion.
The man and the beast both froze.