Han Sen thought the Elysium's holy child was just another Elysium. He thought he'd be a nanny, but when he followed the woman's gaze, he realized it wasn't a Elysium. It wasn't even a spirit.
Han Sen followed the woman's gaze and saw a stone. It was about ten feet tall, and Han Sen thought it was a fake mountain in the garden.
But when Han Sen followed the woman's gaze, he saw there was a drawing on the stone.
In the painting was a woman holding an umbrella and standing on a bridge. Under the hazy drizzle, only the back of the woman could be seen. Although her face could not be seen, there was an indescribable elegance and refinement to it.
"Are you saying the woman in the drawing is the holy child?
Where is she? "Han Sen couldn't believe what he was hearing, so he tried to think of a different way.
The woman seemed to know what Han Sen was thinking, and she said, "Yes, the person in the drawing is the holy child. She is right there."
"Does that mean the drawing is the holy child?"
Han Sen used his dongxuan aura to scan the stone and the drawing, but he couldn't detect any lifeforce. It was dead.
"Yes."
The woman nodded seriously. "You can go back to the Alliance and make some preparations. Bring back some famous books to read to her. Try your best to teach her some human ways of thinking. If you don't teach her well, I'll use it to cut off your head. If you teach her well, it's yours."
The woman took out the crocodile scissors and waved them in front of Han Sen.
"But …" Han Sen wanted to say something, but the woman turned around and walked away. She disappeared from the garden.
"F * ck, are you crazy?
You want me to teach her a drawing? Do you think she'll understand? "Han Sen felt depressed.
"Who says I don't understand?" Suddenly, a woman's voice came from the direction of the stone.
Han Sen was shocked. His eyes opened wide as he looked at the rock. He used his Dongxuan Aura to scan it, but it was still a dead object.
"Are you talking to me?" Han Sen couldn't believe what he was hearing. He approached the stone and looked at the green-clothed woman in the drawing.
"Are there any other creatures here?"
The voice came from the stone, but Han Sen didn't see any change in the green-clothed woman. She was still dead.
Han Sen said a few more words, but the green-clothed woman didn't respond.
"Hey, are you still there?" Han Sen called out a few more times, but he couldn't hear the woman's voice again.
"Weird. Was I hallucinating?" Han Sen was confused. He looked at the picture on the rock with a complicated expression.
But Han Sen now knew that the stone and the drawing were special. It made sense why the woman wanted him to teach her the drawing.
He couldn't run away, so he returned to the Alliance and found a few books to read to the drawing. But aside from the first two sentences, he didn't hear the green-clothed woman speak again.
The woman didn't allow Han Sen to leave the garden. So, aside from reading to the woman, Han Sen practiced Jadeskin and the Dongxuan Sutra. He wanted to regenerate the Bulwark Umbrella and Crystal Core.
Han Sen didn't really care about teaching the green-clothed woman. He spent most of his time practicing or playing with Bao 'er.
It wasn't that Han Sen didn't want to teach, it was just that no one would respond to him while he was in front of a portrait. He didn't need to do something like that. The woman could bring him a few books, and any spirit could do the job for him. They would do a better job than he did, and they wouldn't be as lazy as he was.
Fortunately, no matter how lazy Han Sen was, the woman didn't come looking for him. It was as if she had forgotten about him. Han Sen stayed in the garden for half a month. Aside from the drawing on the stone, he hadn't seen a single living creature. It was as if the whole world had forgotten about him.
"I wonder how Ling Mei 'er is doing. I hope she's fine. Don't let Spirit Thirteen steal her away." Han Sen wanted to help her, but he couldn't.
After practicing Jadeskin and the Dongxuan Sutra, Han Sen had nothing better to do. He couldn't escape, so he brought out Taia and practiced Heart Sword.
Heart Sword didn't focus on the skills, and it didn't matter if he learned all of Six Paths' skills. Heart Sword focused on the mind, and a person's will was more important than the skill itself.
Han Sen liked this sword skill a lot, but when he practiced it, he wasn't able to do much with it. It wasn't very effective.
Han Sen thought the problem lay with Six Paths Sword. Six Paths was able to use Heart Sword because he was a genius. His talent and geno core, Six Paths Sword, were compatible with Heart Sword. That was how he was able to use Heart Sword.
Han Sen did not have an element or a Six Paths Sword geno core, so it would be much more difficult for him to practice Heart Sword Path to that level.
But Han Sen wasn't planning on practicing Heart Sword Path to the level of Six Paths. He just wanted to use Heart Sword Path to understand his own beliefs. It was a way for him to reflect on himself.
Although he had learned Heart Sword from Six Paths, when he used it, it was completely different. That was because they were two different people. They were polar opposites.
Six Paths was a perfectionist, and there was nothing in the world that could leave a mark on his heart. Even the emperor geno core was destroyed, and he didn't think much of it.
But Han Sen was a man who had suffered a lot. He had too much on his shoulders, so sometimes it was hard for him to let go. He didn't want to let go.
Heart Sword was a way of thinking. When a person's heart was different, the sword skills they used would be completely different. Even if the skills were the same, they would look like two different sword skills.
When Six Paths used Heart Sword, he was like a god. People would want to use their bodies to test the sword. Even if they died, they wouldn't complain.
But when Han Sen used Heart Sword, things were different. When people saw Han Sen's sword skills, they didn't want to feed themselves to the sword. Instead, they were inspired.
This was something Han Sen couldn't control, because that was his belief. No matter what difficulties he faced, he wouldn't give up. Even if there was a chance, he would try to survive. His belief turned into Heart Sword, and it became this style.
Unless Han Sen changed his mind, even if he changed all his skills, he wouldn't be able to change the mind of his opponent.
"This sword is very good. What is its name?"
Han Sen was practicing when he heard a voice come from the wall. It was the woman's voice he had heard before.