Xie Xiyi could not help remembering when Chi Yu first learned swordsmanship, holding a sword manual in one hand and scratching his head with the other-his education was clearly lacking. He could not even understand the most basic sword mnemonic, "Swordsmanship has three gates: left, center, right; the right is tiger, the center snake, the left called dragon. Hand forward, body back, reveal the blade stance; turn sideways, advance left, urgently enter the dragon gate...[1]" Yet he had still had the nerve to ask him about it.
Xie Xiyi had found it funny at the time. If he could not understand even these basic mnemonics, how had he understood cultivation Mind Methods and reached the Foundation Establishment Stage in his teens?
In fact, he had even maliciously suspected that Chi Yu was using it as a ploy to get close to him, but every time he looked into those clear, transparent eyes, such suspicions always dispersed of their own accord.
After learning the basic sword mnemonics, Chi Yu had wielded his sword with considerable force and very proper movements, but once he finished a routine, he looked less like a sword cultivator than a street performer doing a sword dance.
Starting to learn swordsmanship at seventeen was already very, very late, and Chi Yu's bone age was now only eighteen and a half. That he had reached this level in nearly two years had everything to do with his aptitude.
Wearing his mask, Xie Xiyi had no idea how bright his eyes were as he watched this scene, or how much heat they held, unnoticed even by himself.
His heart surged as he thought, I taught him myself.
Perhaps he had had such thoughts before and taken pleasure in them. But his state of mind now was altogether different; he