(I suggest reading this chapter with a song playing. This chapter is very short. I thought about it for a long time, but could only break it off there, because I like it that way. Tsk, tsk, this striving for perfection of mine really is rather fine. It's just that I got something wrong in yesterday's chapter: Jing Jiu had met Luo Huainan more than once. But I can't be bothered to change it, so let's leave it like that for now.)
"What did Junior Uncle-Master look like?"
"The best-looking person imaginable."
"Did Junior Uncle-Master attend classes here like us back then?"
"Classes? Do you see that cliff cave opposite? He lay there all day back then. His fellow disciples all mocked him for being lazy, never knowing he was nourishing his sword with his will!"
"Didn't the elders punish him for skipping classes?"
At this point, the Sword-Washing Disciples suddenly came to their senses. They weren't chatting in the cliff cave; they were in class.
They hurried away from the windows and returned to their seats, uneasy and afraid that the teaching Immortal Master would punish them.
This lesson covered Introduction to the Sword, and the teaching Immortal Master was surnamed Lü.
To the Sword-Washing Disciples' surprise, Immortal Master Lü wasn't angry. He smiled and said, "If you want to watch, go down to the creek. How can you see clearly from here?"
The disciples could scarcely believe their ears. They exchanged several glances, confirmed that the Immortal Master really had said that, then cheered, hastily bowed, and ran outside.
Immortal Master Lü walked to the window and watched the Sword Boat in the sky, gently stroking his beard, a gratified smile on his face.
Once, his prospects in cultivation had been bleak, but his experiences at