"Yes." Xu Taiping nodded. "But Recluse Sansan carves the day's exercises onto a wooden board every day. His instructions are very detailed, and I've benefited a great deal."
Xu Taiping still held Recluse Sansan in great respect.
After hearing this, not only Xu Ziyan but even Zhao Linglong found it somewhat unbelievable.
"How many days has this Recluse Sansan been teaching you, Taiping?"
Zhao Linglong asked with a serious expression.
"Altogether, it's been almost half a month."
Xu Taiping answered truthfully.
"Only half a month?"
Xu Ziyan pressed a hand to her forehead.
In her view, no matter how well Recluse Sansan taught or how extraordinarily gifted Xu Taiping was, a mere half month of Sword Flight practice could not even count as mending the pen after the sheep were lost when it came to this competition.
"Junior Brother, what exactly has that Elder Sansan taught you?"
Zhao Linglong looked at Xu Taiping gravely.
Rather than whether Xu Taiping could distinguish himself in the Seven Peaks Grand Competition, she was more worried right now about that baffling Recluse Sansan and whether he had led her junior brother astray.
"On the first day, Recluse Sansan carved the Sword Flight Mind Method's mnemonic verses onto a wooden board for me to practice on my own. Then he had me try controlling a sword to cut sword marks into the cliff face."
"For the next ten days, I repeated more or less the same thing every day."
Xu Taiping gave a brief reply.
"That's all?"
Zhao Linglong found this unbelievable and wished she could return to the Seven Peaks immediately to argue with her unreliable father.
Xu Ziyan frowned as well.
"That sounds very interesting."
Upon hearing this, Lin Buyu put away the storybook in her hands, showing keen interest.
"Yes, it really