"Junior Zuo, where did you learn your hidden weapon skills?"
"I once read a Hidden Weapons Compendium... It recorded all sorts of hidden weapon techniques. I studied them in depth, and the rest came down to all kinds of grueling practice. You have no idea how hard I trained back then. It was enough to break your heart..."
Zuo Xiaoduo said this without the slightest pang of conscience. His hidden weapon training back then had exhausted both body and mind, not to mention cost him vast sums of money. Those truly were memories he could not bear to revisit.
"A Hidden Weapons Compendium? May I ask what that work was called?"
"It was called..."
"Then... that belongs to my family..." Tang Qianshou was stunned. "That's my family's General Outline of Hidden Weapons... Only inner disciples are qualified to access it. How did you get it...?"
"Oh, it was from a teacher's treasured collection."
"And who was that teacher of yours?"
"Hehehe... Senior Qianshou, hehehehe..."
"That was indiscreet of me."
"Mm-hmm."
"That move you used today, just what was..."
"This and that... Mm, what about that blade of yours that concentrated the power of your soul?"
"This and that..."
"Oh... So that's how it works."
"That move of yours..."
"That move of yours..."
The two laid their secrets bare to each other, learning from one another while constantly exploring and simulating in their minds the techniques the other described and the essence behind them.
After this exchange, both felt they had benefited enormously, with further progress in sight.
Beyond the fact that stones from another mountain could polish their jade, their hidden weapon arts ultimately shared the same origin. With the same roots and source, learning from each other proved no difficulty at all.
The more Tang Qianshou talked, the more