Undoubtedly.

His performance in the library is impressive enough to make Gao Ge well-known in the whole Cultivation Academy.

When he is in the limelight, Gao Ge doesn"t continue making a name. After all, he has become a target now. All the people want to challenge Gao Ge and defeat him so as to prove their value. It has been a common practice from time immemorial to climb up the social ladder with the shoulders of giants as the stepping stone. It must be faster than taking step by step. It"s a shortcut.

However, when they want to find Gao Ge, they realize that Gao Ge has retreated heroically before a rushing torrent and gone to the Sword Gallery for training.

Those cultivators who hope to take Gao Ge as the stepping stone can"t find a target after making a lot of preparations, feeling frustrated as if they punch the air.

In the Sword Gallery.

Gao Ge sits cross-legged on the ground to operate the Star Rotating Method.

Xiao Linran, who is standing aside, is wiping Boli with a cloth.

While Gao Ge is sitting cross-legged, unwittingly, cyclones have been formed around him.

When he slowly opens his eyes and takes a long breath, his spirit and energy have been greatly enhanced.

He can feel a strong airflow in here, according to Xiao Linran, which is sword spirit.

The fact that Gao Ge is able to feel the sword spirit is regarded as quite impressive by Xiao Linran.

As to that, Gao Ge doesn"t feel anything special.

"How are you feeling now?" Seeing that Gao Ge stand up slowly, Xiao Linran comes to his front and asks.

"Not bad." Gao Ge spreads himself and runs his power of stars, saying smilingly.

"The power in your body is quite special, which is a good thing, but it may cause some trouble." Xiao Linran says, "But I don"t know much about it. After all, you are the decision-maker."

Gao Ge nods his head seriously.

Luckily, by far, all he can feel is the benefit that the power of stars brings him. No harm is found now.

"Since you choose to practice sword, you should have a suitable sword." Xiao Linran says, "However, currently, all the other swords are no match for my Boli. Hence, you cannot practice with a real sword for now."

Gao Ge feels so perplexed, "If so, what weapon do I take to practice?"

Xiao Linran laughs, "I"ve prepared one for you already."

Then Xiao Linran turns away and after a short while, he comes back.

He is carrying a long wooden box in his hand.

Gao Ge takes the wooden box from Xiao Linran and feels it quite light, getting increasingly curious.

After he opens the wooden box, Gao Ge is shockingly stunned.

"A wooden stick?"

"To be exact, it is a wooden stick with a handle." Xiao Linran tries to correct him.

Gao Ge feels a serious headache…

He is simply bullying Gao Ge!

"When can I practice with a sword?" Gao Ge asks.

"Until you have a sword that is right for you." Xiao Linran says simply.

Gao Ge nods his head.

After all, Xiao Linran is the teacher. His cla.s.s, his call.

On these matters, Gao Ge won"t have any problems.

He knows so little about swordsmanship.

Now Xiao Linran is the teacher of swordsmanship. It must be right to listen to the teacher.

"You are doing quite well in Heaven Shaking Sword Method. You can spend more efforts on that." Xiao Linran says.

"Then shall I start practicing now?" Gao Ge asks tentatively.

"No."

Gao Ge is at a loss.

"Follow me."

Following Xiao Linran, Gao Ge walks to the top floors of the Sword Gallery, on which there is a shabby room. In the room, there is a desk and a few chairs.

Upon entering the Sword Gallery, Gao Ge finds that this is an interesting place. On the wall and the podiums are various types of swords, including long swords, short swords, soft swords and heavy swords, making a spectacular view for the incomers.

However, in the room, only sheets of fully written words are hung on the wall.

There are also writing brushes, ink sticks, ink slab and paper on the desk.

"From today on, you shall practice calligraphy here." Xiao Linran says.

Gao Ge is shocked.

"I come here to learn swordsmanship!"

"When you can take the writing brush in your hand as a sword, you can start practicing then. I will have the meals sent to you." After saying that, Xiao Linran walks out.

Gao Ge looks at the numerous sheets of calligraphy in the room, shocked and dumbfounded.

It"s good that Xiao Linran comes back again soon.

Gao Ge is so tremendously thrilled.

He really hopes that Xiao Linran can walk to his front and pat his shoulder, saying that everything he just said is kidding.

Xiao Linran does walk to this front and reach out his hand. Yet, he just takes away Gao Ge"s mobile phone from his pocket.

"Stay here. No playing with your mobile phone." When turning around, Xiao Linran mumbles, "There is Wi-Fi in here…"

Gao Ge is speechless.

This time Xiao Linran doesn"t come back again.

Walking to the desk"s front, Gao Ge finds that the ink stick is ground and that a lot of writing brushes are hung on the pen rack. The writing brushes are of different thicknesses, sizes and materials. He can just find all that are necessary on the desk.

"All the things are fully prepared." Gao Ge thinks of an interesting thing. All the time, the one with the most beautiful stationery in the cla.s.s is always the one who has the worst academic performance and the ugliest handwriting.

However, this theory cannot apply to Xiao Linran.

The handwritings hung in the room are apparently written by Xiao Linran, whose font is as sharp as an unsheathing long sword. The handwritings reflect a strong murderous intent--the horizontal stroke looks like splitting attacks in the strife; the vertical stroke appears like hacks on the enemies; the left and right falling strokes are like fierce sword fighting.

The handwriting of Xiao Linran is remarkable in a special way.

Gao Ge thought what Xiao Linran said was merely kidding, but now he feels that Xiao Linran is quite honest.

Xiao Linran does retreat the writing brush as a sword!

Standing in the room, Gao Ge can feel that the sword spirit is flowing around.

He takes a deep breath, taking the brush pen to start writing.

"Do you not see the Yellow River come from the sky, rushing into the sea and never coming back…"

Until…

"With you I will drink off our age-long sore."

A magnificent piece of handwriting.

After finishing the writing, Gao Ge puts down the writing brush and sits up straight to appreciate his handwriting. He has a mixed feeling and almost throws up.

In fact, Gao Ge also has learned calligraphy writing before. However, compared with Xiao Linran"s writing, his calligraphy appears quite nondescript and even reflects a feeling of softness, just like a girl throwing a handkerchief.

"Intolerable to the eye. Intolerable to the eye…"

Gao Ge comments on his own writing and then quickly kneads the paper, throwing it to the side. This time, he doesn"t hasten to start writing but take a stroll in the room, appreciating the handwritings of Xiao Linran.

"To take the writing brush in the hand as a sword?"

Gao Ge narrows his eyes, yearning to find some clues.

Then, he walks back the desk and writes again. When he finds the writing unsatisfactory, he rolls it into a ma.s.s by kneading and then strides around to keep thinking. After a while, he rewrites another piece of calligraphy.

He writes round and round, tireless.