Luo Feng answered Mr. Yang and swept his sword across the air. A stream of wind pressure shot out from the wooden sword and went straight to the wooden stake.
"boom!"
The wooden pile shook violently, sending up dust.
This sword was Luo Feng's first serious sword strike after many years. His movements were extremely stiff, and even the heart of wielding the sword contained too many thoughts, so that he could not reach the realm of the unity of man and sword.
But... everyone at the scene fell silent.
The sword energy erupted from the sword swing just now was indeed very good.
Liu Baichen said calmly, "Mr. Yang, how are you doing?"
Mr. Yang was very calm. He came to the wooden pile and took a quick glance.
All I saw was a groove as wide as my thumb and three centimeters deep on the wooden pile.
"Although this sword is not perfect, in terms of destructiveness alone, it barely reaches level four. It's a pity." He turned around and looked at Luo Feng with admiration. "You just swung the sword. If you could clear away all thoughts, maybe It should be at the level of a standard fourth-grade swordsman."
"But it doesn't matter. After all, you haven't wielded a sword for many years. As long as you adjust your movements and mentality, you should be fine."
"That's great," Wei Meiniang breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Luo Feng with gleaming eyes.
Luo Feng was disappointed and smiled bitterly, "I didn't expect that I am so weak that I am only a small fourth-level swordsman."
No one knew about Luo Feng's perverted thoughts. They all thought that Luo Feng was extremely happy.
After all, Luo Feng is a fourth-grade swordsman at a young age and has a good starting point. Anyone would be excited and surprised.
"Well, yes, boy, don't embarrass the beautiful mother. There is still one month left. You should adjust your condition. You are a physical warrior, and your physical fitness is stronger than most warriors. Although you are a fourth-grade swordsman, your power is not as good as yours." It’s comparable to the fifth grade, I’m optimistic about you.”
Liu Baichen said this, but everyone knew that he just didn't want to smear Wei Meiniang's face.
Luo Feng was a little hesitant.
After all, he has a knot in his heart, and his sword swing must not be as free and easy as before.
The master did not allow him to use the sword again, saying that he was competitive and could not reach the supreme realm of those swordsmen.
"Are you worried about anything?" Liu Baichen saw that Luo Feng was worried and asked a question.
The most taboo thing for a swordsman when wielding a sword is having too many thoughts.
Luo Feng nodded and shook his head, "No, it's okay."
"Well, in that case, let's do it. If you haven't eaten yet, go to dinner with me. The Baidi Guild will have a cocktail party in the evening. You can follow Meiniang to meet the head of our Baidi Guild."
Luo Feng and others left.
Yang Lao sighed. He actually wanted to tell Luo Feng just now that since he had obsessions in his heart, it was best not to waste time on the path of swordsmanship.
Unfortunately, Liu Baichen was present, so he couldn't say much.
After all, he knew very well that he had obsessions in his heart, and as his swordsmanship improved, the problems he would encounter would become more difficult.
I thought that although he, Yang, could not open up the Qi Sea, let alone awaken the veins, he was talented in swordsmanship.
It's a pity that I did something wrong back then that I regretted for the rest of my life, and I have an obsession that I can never solve in this life.
Because of that obsession, his cultivation level could only stay at the seventh level, barely able to compete with one or two at the top of Dragon Peak.
"Hey, it's a pity that such a good seedling is here."
…
After dinner, Liu Baichen personally arranged accommodation for Luo Feng, Wei Meiniang and others.
The sun was about to set at this time, and Luo Feng was lying on the bed with a lot of thoughts.
His mind was full of images of his childhood friend being seriously injured and killed by sword energy because of his own vanity.
He will never forget the way his playmate's mother looked at him and her deafening curses, and the way his master broke his sword in front of him and left in disappointment.
"Can I... still swing my sword?" Luo Feng asked himself and shook his head with a wry smile.
At this time, there was a knock on the door of the room.
The gray-haired old man in a tuxedo said, "Brother, can I come in?"
Luo Feng opened the door to the room, "Senior, please come in."
"Well, okay," the gray-haired old man in a tuxedo walked in, but did not sit down.
"What's up?"
"Yes," the gray-haired old man in a tuxedo turned around and smiled, "Are you worried about something?"
Luo Feng was stunned and did not answer.
"Just now, the boss noticed that you have a knot in your mind, but he didn't ask in front of so many people. But since you have such a good talent in swordsmanship, don't be trapped by the knot in your heart and waste your talent."
Luo Feng smiled bitterly, but he didn't expect it to be because of this.
"Since we have arrived at Wufang Mountain, we have only one purpose, and that is to find ways to become stronger. If you can untie the knot in your heart, you can try it, how about it?"
Luo Feng was silent for a long time and said, "Senior, I once took away a friend's life with a sword. I can no longer use the sword."
The gray-haired old man in a tuxedo thought deeply, "Can you tell me?"
Luo Feng spent more than ten minutes recounting what had happened, only concealing that he had reached the sixth level of swordsmanship at the age of sixteen.
"I see, that's why the old madman won't let you use the sword, right?"
"Yes, Master does not allow me to use the sword anymore, and I don't think I can reach the highest level, so..."
"Since you dare to come to Wufang Mountain, why don't you dare to give it a try?" the gray-haired old man in a tuxedo said with a smile.
"Am I okay?" Luo Feng was stunned.
"It's okay to give it a try. Regardless of whether you can reach the level recognized by the old madman, at least you dare to try. If you really can't, it's okay to quit halfway, right?"
Luo Feng looked at his hands and fell into silence again.
"Think carefully, I won't disturb you anymore," the gray-haired old man in a tuxedo turned and left.
Luo Feng hesitated for a long time, took out his mobile phone, looked at the master's number and fell into deep thought.
Finally he worked up the courage to make the call.
The call was answered surprisingly quickly, and the old voice that was familiar and inexplicably safe came to mind.
"Brat?"
"Master, it's me," Luo Feng said with a guilty conscience.
"I know," the old madman said, "Didn't I tell you that it is taboo to go to Wufang Mountain to cultivate feelings, so you can't contact us casually."
"Master, I encountered something and I want to confirm it with you."
There was silence on the phone.
"Is Master here?" Luo Feng nervously touched the back of his head.
The old madman sighed, "Is it about swordsmanship?"
"You know?" Luo Feng was stunned.
"I can guess," the old madman said helplessly, "In Wufang Mountain, you will encounter more opponents. Swordsmanship was once your proudest achievement. I know that sooner or later you will swing the sword again."
"Master, I have an obsession in my heart, and I can no longer achieve the unity of man and sword. Without your encouragement and support, I can't swing the sword, and I can't get over the hurdle in my heart."
Every time Luo Feng took the sword, the guilt in his heart would increase. He was afraid of swinging the sword.
"You brat, go ahead and pick up the sword again. You have experienced a lot of people and things these days down the mountain. You must have matured a lot. You must understand the purpose of wielding the sword."
"Master, you...you allow me to use the sword?" Luo Feng stood up from the bed excitedly.
"With my hands on you, you can swing the sword at any time. If you can't get over the hurdle in your heart, you can't get over it. Remember what I said, and you must understand the belief in swinging the sword. With belief, your sword will be different. This is the greatest simplicity." Do you understand the core of the Four Swords Style?"
"Master, I understand," Luo Feng clenched his fists.
"Is there anything else you want to ask?" the old madman said.
"Master," Luo Feng hesitated, scratched his head and said with a smile, "I miss you."
There was silence on the phone, "Yeah, okay, I understand, practice well."
The dialogue between the two is like that of a father and son. The old madman is an old father who cannot say sensational words, and Luo Feng is a son who is cautious about looking forward and backward.
After hanging up the phone, Luo Feng took a deep breath. This time his eyes became firm again. He turned around and rushed out the door, returning to the Swordsmanship and Martial Arts Hall.
Mr. Yang was preparing to pack his things to attend the Baidi Guild's cocktail party when he saw Luo Feng running back excitedly and wondered.
"Child, what are you..."
"Old sir, can you give me another chance? I want to test it again." Luo Feng grinned, showing his white teeth. "I think I should be able to perform better. This time I know why I swing the sword." ”
