Yun Chujiu was dumbfounded when she heard elder Duanmu’s words. Why did this method sound so unreliable? Wasn’t there a saying that said that water flows faster when it is cut off by a knife? How could it not be stained by water droplets?
However, she felt that elder Duanmu was not a person who would spout nonsense, so she temporarily memorized this method, then, she asked, “Elder Duanmu, besides the fast sword intent, is there also the slow sword intent? The fast sword intent was still understandable, but how could the slow sword intent be explained? His sword was as slow as a tortoise. How could he possibly win against the rabbit
Elder Duanmu was stunned by this strange analogy, but he still said, “Of course there is the slow sword intent, but very few people can master the slow sword intent, and I haven’t seen through the profoundness of it.
I advise you to focus on comprehending the fast sword intent. After all, the slow sword intent is too difficult.”
