"You understand swords?" Han Sen looked at the green-clothed woman in the painting.
"I naturally understand after seeing your sword skills." The faint voice came from the stone again.
"If you want to learn, I can teach you." Han Sen rolled his eyes and looked at the woman in the painting.
"I have already learned it," the woman in the painting said.
"You learned it just by looking at it?" Han Sen looked at the woman in the painting with disbelief.
The woman in the painting didn't say anything else, but Han Sen was shocked to discover that the green-clothed woman in the painting moved.
The stone wall seemed to become a television screen. In the misty rain, the green-clothed woman closed the umbrella and used the umbrella as a sword to perform the Heart Sword Dao that Han Sen had used.
Han Sen was dumbfounded. The woman in the painting had demonstrated the Heart Sword Dao he had practiced. Be it the sword skills or the concept, they were identical to what Han Sen had practiced. She had indeed learned it.
"You are just copying. You haven't truly learned it."
Han Sen wasn't as shocked after seeing the green-clothed woman in the painting practice the Heart Sword Dao.
The true power of the Heart Sword Dao was faith and concept. The woman in the painting had completely copied his sword skills. It looked like she had learned it.
However, the woman in the painting wasn't Han Sen. Her thoughts and experiences were completely different from Han Sen's. She could use the sword skills exactly the same as Han Sen's after seeing it once. This meant that she hadn't comprehended the Heart Sword Dao herself. She had some special power that allowed her to copy Han Sen's Heart Sword Dao.
"Is there a difference?" the woman in the painting said calmly.
Han Sen thought for a moment and said, "No matter how similar the copied thing is, it isn't your own. The Heart Dao is about one's self. You don't even have a self. Even if you know this sword skill and can use the power of the sword skill, it doesn't mean you have truly learned the sword skill."
"What does it mean to have learned it?" the woman in the painting asked.
"If you can express your beliefs with the sword intent, then you will have mastered it," Han Sen said.
The woman in the painting did not speak again. Han Sen waited for a while and asked a few more questions, but she did not answer. It was as if the stone and the painting were still a dead object.
"Could it be that only powerful martial arts can attract the interest of the woman in the painting?" Han Sen thought to himself.
While he was deep in thought, he suddenly saw a figure walking into the garden.
Han Sen was surprised. He had been there for half a month, and this was the first time he had seen a spirit enter. He thought it was the woman, but it didn't look like it. He looked closer and saw a spirit wearing a grey cloak. He couldn't see her face, but judging from her body, it was a female spirit.
"Are you the new priest?" The female spirit looked at Han Sen. Her eyes peeked out from under the hood of her cloak.
"Yes," Han Sen answered casually.
"What makes you so good that you deserve the position of priest?" the female spirit asked.
"I didn't want to, but your leader wanted me to. I had no choice but to take it."
Han Sen had been through a lot, so he knew she was not happy about him becoming the priest. She was there to cause him trouble.
"Three months. If you cannot make the holy child speak in three months, I will replace you as the priest. Not even the leader can stop me," the female spirit said firmly.
Then, she turned around and left. It seemed as if she was talking to Han Sen, but it also seemed as if she was talking to herself.
Han Sen looked at Ghost Moon's back, blinked, and asked, "Is it hard to make the painting speak?"
"Since Ghost Sword Priest six thousand years ago, no one has been able to revive the holy child. The next priest to do so will be me, Ghost Moon." After Ghost Moon said that, she walked out of the garden. Han Sen did not have time to say anything in response.
"It's just speaking. It shouldn't be that hard, right?
The woman in the painting doesn't like to talk, but she should have spoken for six thousand years.
On the day I arrived, she said a few words, "Han Sen thought to himself.
But Han Sen didn't practice any other skills for the woman to see. He didn't want her to steal his skills, and he didn't think it was necessary.
If Gui Yue could really replace him as the High Priest in three months' time, that would be the best. He could use that as an excuse to escape.
Because he was worried about Ling Mei 'er, he told Moment Queen to go to the Underworld and find Ling Mei' er. That way, she could help her out.
Moment Queen wasn't strong, and she had only generated a bronze geno core. But she was far more cunning than Ling Mei 'er, and with her around, she'd be able to help Ling Mei' er out of any trouble she might face.
Ling Mei 'er had Snake King to protect her, so she didn't lack power. What she lacked was a brain.
The next day, Moment Queen replied to Han Sen. She told Han Sen that she had found Ling Mei 'er and had gained her trust. She was now staying in Mask Shelter.
Bao 'er was curious about the garden, but after a few days, Bao' er couldn't take it anymore. Han Sen sent her back to the Alliance. Ji Yanran wanted to take Littleflower on a vacation, so Han Sen took Zero, Bao 'er, and Ji Yanran with him.
Littleflower could walk, but he was a very quiet child. He sat on a cushion under a tree and played with Bao 'er.
Han Sen, Ji Yanran, and Zero sat under the tree. They ate snacks and talked, and they enjoyed the petals that fell like snowflakes.
Rainflower Planet's annual season was when the Rainflower Trees bloomed. It attracted many tourists to come here for a holiday and enjoy the beautiful scenery of falling flowers.
Han Sen had heard of Rainflower Planet for a long time, but it was the first time he had seen it in person.
They were in a good mood, and as Han Sen and Ji Yanran talked about their time in the military academy, a man in a suit approached them.
Han Sen and Ji Yanran looked at the man. Many people were there for a vacation, but most of them wore casual clothes. They chose to sit under a tree and enjoy the falling petals. They didn't want to disturb each other.
However, this man had walked all the way to the Yuhua tree where they were. It was obvious that he had come for them.
"Hello, I am Wang Gukai. I work for Demigod Qiuming. Mister Qiuming will be here soon to admire the flowers. This is his favorite spot. If it is possible, please name a price. I would like to buy this spot." The man's tone was polite, but there was a hint of dominance.