Watching the sword thrust toward him, Lin Lang dodged easily.
Yunluo attacked eighteen times in succession, but not one strike touched the hem of Lin Lang's clothes. He had not even taken his hands from behind his back.
What was going on? She had clearly learned these Eighteen Forms of Raging Wind from a eunuch serving the Empress Dowager last time.
That old eunuch had even said the sword strikes swept like raging winds, impossible for ordinary people to evade. Yet these were clearly worthless sword techniques.
"You learned sword techniques from someone else?" Lin Lang frowned. "Did you think what I taught you wasn't good enough?"
Yunluo hurriedly said, "Master, that's not it. Last time, an old eunuch serving the Empress Dowager saw that I liked swords and gave me a manual of sword techniques he'd created, saying he didn't want them to die out."
"Master, if you don't like it, I won't learn them."
Lin Lang kept a stern face. "Where's the manual? Hand it over. I'm confiscating it."
"You haven't mastered the sword techniques I taught you, yet you're learning others? Do you want breadth without mastery?"
"Once you've mastered those sword techniques, I'll naturally teach you better ones."
Getting a Wulin Secret Art's sword techniques for free, and ones specializing in speed at that-Lin Lang felt this trip to Jingyang Palace had not been wasted.
But why was there only one?
Had Yunluo failed to understand his obvious hints last time?
Could the Great Ming court possess only this one martial art?
Seeing Yunluo lower her head, Lin Lang wondered whether he had gone too far. What if he discouraged her so much that she stopped stealing martial arts?
"Since you've already learned them, try combining the two sets of sword techniques. That will benefit you