Since the old man had something to say, Chen Feifan naturally would not refuse and quickly nodded in agreement. Ling Yani also followed Chen Feifan obediently, and the two of them followed the old man into the cabin.
The interior of this wooden house was a bit crude. What caught their eyes was an extremely ordinary round wooden table. There were several wooden stools placed around the wooden table, and behind it was a screen painted with green bamboo. The old man turned around and faced the two people behind him, smiled slightly and said, "Sit down wherever you want. We don't have any guests here on weekdays, and I don't have anything to entertain you, so don't mind."
"Senior, you're welcome." Chen Feifan didn't mind at all and found a stool nearby to sit down. Ling Yani beside him frowned slightly, but still sat down slowly.
Seeing that both of them had sat down, the old man took out a teapot from the side, and then took out three cups and placed them on the round table. Each of them poured a glass of water, and then he also sat down.
When Chen Feifan saw that the water in the cup was water and not tea, he didn't think anything of it. He picked up the cup and took a sip; Ling Yani glanced at the water in the cup, her expression was indifferent and she didn't make any move.
Before the old man saw each other, the two of them moved and remained silent. He didn't say anything. He just smiled, picked up his glass and drank it in one gulp, then refilled it for himself, and then said: "Boy, who are you? From Which sect?"
Seeing the old man's relaxed expression, he was not trying to embarrass himself. Chen Feifan was not restrained and took another sip of water in the glass before replying: "This junior has no sect. I don't know if my senior can believe it."
"Hmph, hum." The old man looked at Chen Feifan and said, "Wuxin Sword Technique, Legendary Sword Technique, Yunlong Sword Technique, if you just mentioned any sect, I wouldn't believe it; but now, I do believe it." After saying that, the old man He picked up the teapot and added some more water to Chen Feifan's cup until the cup was full.
Just as Chen Feifan was about to speak, the old man sighed and said, "It's just a pity."
"Senior, why did you say this?" Chen Feifan was a little confused about what the old man in front of him wanted to say.
The old man glanced at the two of them and replied slowly: "I am not from a well-known family. Whether these martial arts of yours are stolen or robbed, in my eyes, it is your ability to learn them; but since you I have no knowledge or sect, I must have learned this by some chance and coincidence, I probably never practiced martial arts in the early years."
Upon hearing this, Chen Feifan quickly nodded and admitted: "Indeed, as the senior said, the junior has only been practicing martial arts for two or three years."
The old man said with a pity look on his face: "You have a good talent, but it's a pity that it's a bit counterproductive. If I'm not mistaken, based on your skills in the handed down sword art, in the eyes of outsiders, you have already stepped into the realm of a master; but also It is this handed down sword technique that makes you forget that you are just a young boy who has been practicing martial arts for two or three years."
"Senior, I..." Hearing the old man's words, Chen Feifan really felt something. Without the handed down sword skills, he didn't think he could really travel alone in the world.
As soon as Chen Feifan spoke, the old man waved his hand to stop him from continuing to speak, but he continued: "In my eyes, you are full of flaws at the moment, and you cannot be called a master. Don't say you didn't use sword energy, even if you used sword energy, He may not be my opponent.”
"Senior, why do you know the handed down sword technique?" Chen Feifan couldn't help but ask.
The old man chuckled and said: "This is also the first time I have seen it with my own eyes. You are very blessed. I once saw it in a library. This technique can only be obtained by one person in a lifetime. Even if it is placed in front of a cultivator, It’s also a unique skill.”
Unexpectedly, the old man in front of him really knew the handed down sword technique. In addition to being surprised, Chen Feifan also truly felt that there were many crouching tigers, hidden dragons in the world. Although the righteousness of Jianghu is dominated by famous sects, and the so-called masters are the best among those sects; there is no shortage of masters in Jianghu who are as far away from the world as the old man in front of them.
"If you lose, you lose on basic skills. Masters often don't care about the moves. The competition is just one punch and one kick. You and I are destined." The old man glanced at Ling Yani who was standing aside, then looked at Chen Feifan and said, "Let's do this. , you just stay here for half a month, I will teach you some skills, as long as you practice diligently, you will become a real master in less than a year."
When Chen Feifan heard this, he was overjoyed. He quickly stood up, bowed and said, "Thank you, senior, for your love."
The old man smiled slightly, but immediately stopped it, turned to look at Ling Yani and said, "But this little girl can't stay here."
Ling Yani had been sitting quietly aside, listening to the conversation between the two, and would not move even if she didn't drink water. Now when she heard the old man say this, she smiled in return, stood up slowly and replied: "Since the senior said so, Then Yani will leave first."
Although he felt a little sorry for Ling Yani who came with him, the opportunity to become a master was rare and Chen Feifei didn't want to lose it. So he stood up again and said to Ling Yani apologetically: "Yani, I..."
Before Chen Feifan could finish speaking, Ling Yani interrupted him with a smile and said softly: "Brother Feifan, I'll wait for you in the ghost town. We'll see you again in half a month."
Chen Feifan originally wanted to say that there was no need to waste time waiting for him, but seeing Ling Yani's tender and expectant expression, he had to change his words and said, "Okay, I will definitely come to the ghost town to find you in half a month."
Ling Yani looked at Chen Feifan, nodded, and without any hesitation, saluted the old man, then turned and walked out of the wooden house. After a while, there was the sound of distant horse hooves outside.
"Boy, beauty is a disaster." The old man said with profound meaning.
Chen Feifan shook his head and smiled, then drank the water in the glass in front of him in one gulp, and then replied: "Senior, it's not what you think."
The old man snorted coldly and said: "I am not blind. However, I must remind you; boy, this woman is not a kind person, so be careful."
Chen Feifan was stunned. He didn't expect that the old man in front of him had such a big prejudice against Ling Yani. He hurriedly asked: "Senior, have you met Ling Yani?"
"Boy, you are not familiar with the world." The old man sighed, "Let's stop talking here. You will know in the future."
Seeing that the old man's answer was not what he asked, although Chen Feifan was not satisfied, he had nothing to do. Based on his understanding of Ling Yani, he would definitely not blindly believe the old man's words, but his guard against Ling Yani unknowingly rose.
"Back to the topic." The old man frowned slightly and said, "Boy, your swordsmanship is indeed good, but there are some shortcomings. Do you know why?"
Chen Feifan thought about it for a while. Although he understood something, it was still a little vague. He didn't dare to ask for help, so he said: "I would like to ask senior for some advice."
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