Chapter 72 – Unorthodox Art (II)
“Unorthodox art…?” Staring at the la.s.s in amazement, Shui Yuner ruminated the words.
Unorthodox path, a path that deviates from the path that should be taken.
As a matter of course, the path that “martial pract.i.tioners” should take is the “martial path”.
If “magic” deviates from the “martial path”, it means…
“Little Senior Disciple Sister, do you mean to say… that magic is different from martial arts?”
Shui Yuner asked Xue Qilin if her conjecture is correct, and Xue Qilin nodded with a stern expression.
This must be a rather serious subject. The girl has never seen this little Senior Disciple Sister who has always been so kind to her a.s.sume such a serious expression.
“"Magic" is not "martial arts", so it doesn"t belong to the "martial path".”
Therefore, I call it unorthodox art – Shui Yuner guessed the other party"s unspoken words.
“Can I learn it?” She asked impatiently.
Appearing to hear the sound of her heartbeat, Shui Yuner cannot restrain the surging emotions in her chest.
Before the answer comes, she feels uneasy in her heart. The extreme unease makes her thoughts stagnate gradually, and she doesn"t realize that her breathing is becoming chaotic.
That she isn"t suitable for practicing martial arts, Shui Yun"er knew it from the beginning.
True qi is the source of strength for martial pract.i.tioners. If you don"t have true qi, then you cannot become a martial pract.i.tioner. However, as her qi pa.s.sageways are congested, she cannot absorb spiritual qi drifting in the world and convert it into true qi.
Therefore, it is impossible for her to become a martial pract.i.tioner.
She obviously knows that this is a dead end, but because of the persistence in her heart, she chose to take this path – this is pure self gratification.
Shui Yuner is aware of this.
But she has only one choice left, because she has no one to trust.
Since this is the case, then she can only rely on her own strength to achieve her goal. And the only thing that can grant a person the greatest individual strength is "martial arts".
Therefore, she deceived herself and told herself that when Heavens close a door, they open a window, hoping that the impossible can be made possible.
Although it is self-deception, but it is because of it that she has hope, and didn"t die in the wilderness of despair.
And now, hope came.
A glimmer of hope.
After who knows how long – perhaps it was only an instant, or maybe 1,000 years – Xue Qilin lowered her eyes.
“… You can.” The plump cherry lips weaved out the answer.
In an instant, it was like the dark clouds parted, and dazzling sunlight illuminated everything.
“I really can?” In order to make sure that she heard correctly, Shui Yuner asked again.
She didn"t realize that she has gasped out her words.
“You can. "Magic" hasn"t rejected you. No…” Xue Jiujiu raised her head, “Perhaps it should be said that you were born for "magic", and are favored by it.”
Really? Shui Yuner couldn"t believe it. She opened her mouth, but failed to say even a word.
Her emotions took away her ability to speak and scattered her thoughts.
I can learn magic – only these words echoed clearly in her mind.
Because of this, she didn"t pay attention to the complex emotions that streaked past the face close by.
At least, at the time, she didn"t notice.
After calming down a little, Shui Yuner asked, both expectant and uneasy: “Little Senior Disciple Sister, can you teach me?” She took a deep breath, and then continued, “Teach me magic.”
For some reason, Xue Jiujiu looked away.
“In this world, only one person knows "magic", and only she can teach you.”
Shui Yuner asked without thinking: “Who is it?”
“I…” She paused abruptly, “… My Teacher.”
She spoke in an unnatural tone.
However, what is unnatural about it? Shui Yuner doesn"t know.
Ordinarily, she would surely get to the bottom of it, but now – she doesn"t care.
“Are you referring to Senior Xue Qilin?”
Merak Temple"s Young Ancestor, a Heaven Realm master with the alias of "Natural Disaster".
But…
“Will she teach me?”
Such an unreachable person, will she teach me? Shui Yuner is uncertain.
“Yeah, about that… I already told her about you.”
When did she tell her teacher? This doubt suddenly popped up in her mind, and Shui Yuner swept it into the corner of her might, not getting to the bottom of it for now.
“What did Senior Xue say?”
“Hmm, she said – I see.”
Shui Yun"er thought that there would be more. However, things didn"t go the way she expected.
“That"s it? Didn"t Senior Xue say anything else?”
After not hearing anything else for a while, Shui Yuner realized that Xue Jiujiu has finished speaking.
“Hey, she is extremely busy! She will find you when she"s free!”
In Shui Yuner"s ears, this sentence sounds perfunctory, like she can"t be bothered.
Is she brushing me off? Xue Jiujiu"s use of words is too casual, so Shui Yuner can"t help but to conceive this idea.
She shook her head to try to dispel this idea, but it was in vain.
Some ideas are destined to plague people