[ Liu Qingge feels Shi Qingxuan looking in his direction and turns his face even more into his shoulder. He may have also somewhat forgot to keep moving his hands to clean himself and now just has his arms firmly crossed in front of his chest. ]
Disciples.
[ He repeats the word back -- almost forgetting what he had asked the Wind Master but thankfully, his mind had not turned to such jelly that he forgot something of that kind.
His arms loosen from how they are crossed in front of his chest and drops down slightly into the water at Shi Qingxuan admitting that he did not feel like he was suited to be anyone's shizun.
That isn't a sentiment that is foreign to Liu Qingge. The manner in which he taught his disciples couldn't really be called teaching them. He would show up once a month, beat them all senseless, and leave to find some new challenge in the world. He expected them to find thei rown path and their own answer to their cultivation with the most basic of basic manuals on how to form their own core.
But that is how Liu Qingge was taught and how he learned. Yet somehow ... seeing how Shen Qingqiu had come to care for his disciples, in how the Peak Lord would come to his peak to ask for his help in showing certain moves and skills, he realizes that his method of teaching may be a little shallow?
But that isn't the question that Shi Qingxuan is asking him, so he provides instead: ]
A few.
[ A beat. ]
And one day, one of them will kill me and become the next Peak Lord. [ Liu Qingge sounds proud of this fact. Because he is. It means that they've completed their training and their skills are at their highest to be able to fight and kill even a cultivation master.
Hm.
But would that be strong enough to handle every and all threats after that? He suddenly ... isn't sure. ]
They're good. [ He finishes. Like that sentence fits somewhere in what he just said. ]
no subject
[ Liu Qingge feels Shi Qingxuan looking in his direction and turns his face even more into his shoulder. He may have also somewhat forgot to keep moving his hands to clean himself and now just has his arms firmly crossed in front of his chest. ]
Disciples.
[ He repeats the word back -- almost forgetting what he had asked the Wind Master but thankfully, his mind had not turned to such jelly that he forgot something of that kind.
His arms loosen from how they are crossed in front of his chest and drops down slightly into the water at Shi Qingxuan admitting that he did not feel like he was suited to be anyone's shizun.
That isn't a sentiment that is foreign to Liu Qingge. The manner in which he taught his disciples couldn't really be called teaching them. He would show up once a month, beat them all senseless, and leave to find some new challenge in the world. He expected them to find thei rown path and their own answer to their cultivation with the most basic of basic manuals on how to form their own core.
But that is how Liu Qingge was taught and how he learned. Yet somehow ... seeing how Shen Qingqiu had come to care for his disciples, in how the Peak Lord would come to his peak to ask for his help in showing certain moves and skills, he realizes that his method of teaching may be a little shallow?
But that isn't the question that Shi Qingxuan is asking him, so he provides instead: ]
A few.
[ A beat. ]
And one day, one of them will kill me and become the next Peak Lord. [ Liu Qingge sounds proud of this fact. Because he is. It means that they've completed their training and their skills are at their highest to be able to fight and kill even a cultivation master.
Hm.
But would that be strong enough to handle every and all threats after that? He suddenly ... isn't sure. ]
They're good. [ He finishes. Like that sentence fits somewhere in what he just said. ]