Legend of Swordsman

from your injuries here before you have to leave,” said Leng Rushuang, shooting him a glance before going back to the room.

“Unbelievable! I never thought that sister would allow you to stay here for a month,” Leng Ruxue oddly said.

Jian Wushuang smiled faintly.

He felt that even though Leng Rushuang was still indifferent to him, she was not holding herself aloft anymore.

“Big Brother Wushuang, please stay here and recover over next month at ease.
You can even listen to my sister’s music when you’re free.
Others could never get such a chance!” Leng Ruxue said and smiled.

Jian Wushuang agreed with her.

It was hard for him to walk now, since he was badly injured, let alone leave here by himself.

Moreover, he didn’t intend to leave now.

He was so curious about the melody Leng Rushuang had played.

The next day, Jian Wushuang had recovered a little bit.
So, during the morning, he listened to Leng Rushuang play her Chinese zither again.

The melody was rising and falling as if there was magic power in it.

Though it was a new song, the moment he heard the sound, Jian Wushuang immediately found himself settling into a peaceful state that he had never felt before, and he could see the Origin surrounding him more clearly, comprehend it more efficiently.

Even with only Sword Soul, he could comprehend the Origin at an amazing speed.
Now, with help from the music as well, he was able to do it 100 times faster than before.

100 times faster!

What did this mean?

If he could continue comprehending like this, he would progress 100 times faster!

It was unbelievable!

More than that, he also gained Spiritual Power faster here, with the help, than he did outside.

“What a great opportunity! A chance like this is as important and helpful as the Ancestor’s Land!” Jian Wushuang’s eyes were glittering. “But I only have one month, so I should not waste a single day.”

After learning about the benefits of the music, Jian Wushuang did not miss any chance to listen to Leng Rushuang play.
Sometimes, he even picked a piece of bamboo, using it like a sword, and practiced his sword skill while listening to the music.

Leng Rushuang played the Chinese zither every day, and Jian Wushuang would listen to her every time.

While she played, he listened or practiced his sword skills.

From the beginning to the end, neither of them ever talked to each other.

In a flash, one month had passed.

Under the crooked tree, as the white-clothed girl suddenly stopped playing the Chinese zither, the melody that resounded through the bamboos slowly died away.
Jian Wushuang, who had been practicing his swordsmanship in front of the girl, stopped as well.

“One month has passed.
It’s time for you to leave,” The white-clothed girl said while looking at Jian Wushuang coldly.

“Time to leave?” Jian Wushuang sighed and was a bit reluctant to leave.

He had benefited a lot from the music, progressing incredibly and steadily during the past month.
If possible, he really wanted to stay longer.

But he could not.

“I’ve made great progress during the past month, so I should be satisfied,” Jian Wushuang thought.
Then he looked at Leng Rushuang and said, “Thanks so much for the past month.”

It was his heartfelt appreciation.

Leng Rushuang had indeed helped him so much during the past month.

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