In order to let the injured guard get a better rest, Li Xiuyuan asked Xu Fu to stay at the inn for one more day.
He had to calm down and think about what if so many people started practicing swordsmanship.
Neither Xu Fu nor Zhao Meng had any objections. One was because the town was safe, and the other was that the injured guard really needed an extra day of rest.
Li Xiuyuan sent Xu Fu and Zhao Meng to go shopping and sell horses, while he sat alone in the backyard of the inn and made a pot of tea.
It was rare for a group of boys and girls to go out shopping, and the money they robbed from the killer was distributed to them. Now no one was short of money.
So except for a few injured guards in the entire inn, only Li Xiuyuan was left staring blankly at the green pear tree in the yard.
From Tianshan swordsmanship to Qingcheng swordsmanship, Li Xiuyuan learned several moves from Nangong Feiyan and Hu Ge.
But in his opinion, they are both suitable for Xu Fu and others to practice. Just like his Zhanxue, the swordsmanship of the two schools also requires hard practice.
Not to mention his own Divine Dragon Sword Technique and Samsara Sword Technique.
With his current strength, he simply couldn't use the power of Shenlong Sword Technique, not even Xiao Hei.
Ever since the two of them lost their divine dragon bodies, they had no connection with the divine dragon swordsmanship.
Is the only martial arts in this world that is fast and unbreakable? Is it easier to break the law with force, or is it easier to break it with speed?
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan walked under the green pear tree, took out his bamboo sword, inserted it diagonally on his waist, and imagined the killer he met in the mountains standing in front of him.
If you think about it, neither Zhao Meng nor Xu Fu can stand up to killer-level monks at the moment.
So, he imagined that the enemies in front of him were the bandits who rushed up with shouts.
Zhao Meng and Xu Fu, who have reached the third level of Qi Gathering, have more strength and confidence when facing the bandits. As long as they draw their swords fast enough...
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan's eyes lit up. With absolute speed and appropriate strength, he could make up for his shortcomings in cultivation.
Only if you draw your sword faster than the enemy, when the enemy's sword reaches mid-air, your own sword has already penetrated the opponent's body.
You don't even need to go through a winter of hard training like Zhan Xue to get started.
As long as Zhanxue Yijian is slightly modified, it can be drawn and slashed as fast as lightning.
Then, no matter whether the weapon in your hand is a knife or a sword, you can practice it, and you can practice it all the time.
It is not limited by spring flowers, autumn leaves, and winter snow.
As long as you follow one direction and draw the sword faster every day, then every day is progress.
In this way, you can practice for more than one hour a day. As long as you stop, in addition to eating and sleeping, you can also practice hard all the time when the guards are on duty at night.
Li Xiuyuan was startled by his own thoughts.
If this move works, it will become a killer move that he will practice hard in the years to come.
Before your sword is unsheathed, my sword has already penetrated your body. This is the real killing move!
Hahaha!
Li Xiuyuan laughed three times, pulled out the bamboo sword again and again, and slashed into the air.
After trying a few tricks but not satisfied, he took out the bronze sword he got from the killer. With a clang sound, the copper sword was unsheathed and slashed at the fallen leaves in the wind.
Hurry, I want to be faster!
Only now did Li Xiuyuan realize that his speed was still not fast enough, at least not as fast as he imagined.
Next, he is afraid that he will have to practice the sword drawing technique five thousand times or even ten thousand times a day!
He couldn't even imagine what it would be like if his sword-cutting snow was combined with lightning-fast sword-drawing skills.
Perhaps, only in that way can it be called an instant kill?
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan put away his bamboo sword. Now that he had a direction and ideas, he would not be anxious.
He would first practice his sword-drawing technique for a few days. After he found the feeling, he would ask Zhao Meng to practice with a group of guards. For the same reason, Xu Fu also needs to start from scratch.
When Xu Fu practiced quietly for a year and a half, perhaps at some point, he encountered danger.
Who would have thought that the frail Lord Xu could kill an enemy with a sword like lightning? This is the effect Li Xiuyuan wants.
Create extraordinary swordsmanship for ordinary people.
If Xu Fu and Zhao Meng changed their lives from the moment they gathered their energy.
From this moment on, Li Xiuyuan truly entered the world, using the thoughts of the most ordinary people to create the greatest swordsmanship.
The art of sword drawing.
A sword-drawing technique that has been passed down through the ages and can be practiced by everyone.
Li Xiuyuan's original intention was just to let Zhao Meng defeat opponents taller than him so that Xu Fu could survive three trips eastward.
Otherwise, he could have put more effort into building Zhao Meng and Xu Fu to a higher level.
It was almost noon and Xu Fu had not returned yet. Li Xiuyuan ate a bowl of porridge and then went back to his room to rest. The wounds on his body had not completely healed and he needed to rest.
He even wanted to have a soul exchange with the old Taoist priest in his dream.
I don’t know how many flowers have fallen in my dream. I have already lived in Daqin. You should come and see me, right?
However, there was no old Taoist priest in the dream, only his imagination of drawing the sword again and again, a thousand times, ten thousand times.
Just like when he read "Ksitigarbha Sutra" for the first time in Chunfeng Academy, he stayed up all night, reciting that magical Buddhist sutra while half asleep and half awake.
After selling their horses and buying food supplies, Zhao Meng, Xu Fu and others returned to the inn, and Li Xiuyuan was already asleep.
The two of them did not disturb Li Xiuyuan's rest, but sat in the yard, boiling water and making tea on the stove under the green pear tree.
Xu Fu was very satisfied with this trip because he met Li Xiuyuan and changed his world view.
The same goes for Zhao Meng.
If he had been able to enter the realm of cultivation before, based on his military exploits on the battlefield, he might have become a general of the Qin Dynasty long ago, and he would have been assigned by the king to Master Xu to go to a foreign country.
Although he was not too disappointed after hearing the news that he was leaving the imperial city, he even held on to some hope. After all, who doesn't want to meet a god?
But the Li Xiuyuan in front of him was still the master he had really come into contact with. When he left the imperial city, he had no hope for this wine shopkeeper and thought everything was false.
Just when he was about to give up his fantasy and practice swordsmanship all the way, he accompanied Master Xu Fu to the sea to find immortals.
This inconspicuous wine shopkeeper who could bend a bow to kill bandits actually helped him enter the realm of spiritual practice.
Not only that, but what's even more amazing is that in nineteen eighty-nine, his subordinates successfully gathered energy and became real monks.
Even for those poor guys who didn't succeed, it was only a matter of time before they succeeded.
All of this was just a dream for him and a group of guards.
"I have copied this manual, and I will pass it on to my brother and copy it myself."
Zhao Meng made a fire and boiled water while returning Xu Fu's manuscript to him, looking at him with a smile and saying.
Xu Fu looked at him and said with a bitter smile: "Compared with you, I have inherent shortcomings. When the time comes, you will be ahead of me, so you can't leave me alone."
"How is that possible? Didn't Shopkeeper Li say so?"
Zhao Meng looked at him and said seriously: "A group of brothers and I will accompany you until the end. Let's go together to find the fairy mountains on the sea and seek our opportunities."
"It's the king's immortal fate." Xu Fu replied honestly: "You must remember these words, and you can't say anything wrong in the future."
Zhao Meng was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Yes, it's okay. Look at my pig brain, I always can't remember it."
After Xu Fu thought carefully for a long time, he said: "This is not only on the table, but you should not say it in private. At least let the guards understand that we are working for the king."
Zhao Meng smiled and said: "Don't worry, I understand this."
Xu Fu poured the spirit tea into the pot and said, "Next, we have to wait for Shopkeeper Li to find us a way to practice swordsmanship, and let's practice hard together."
"To be honest, this whole journey was like a dream."
Zhao Meng sighed and said: "So many bandits and killers came, but we killed them all. If it were done before, we would definitely not be able to do this."
"This is our secret." Xu Fu thought for a moment and replied seriously: "You have to keep this secret. Even if you return to the imperial city next time, you can't tell it to anyone, not even your men."
"I understand." Zhao Meng couldn't help laughing, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Will Shopkeeper Li always stay with Mr. Xu?"
Looking at the Imperial City soldier in front of him, Xu Fu shook his head.
He said softly: "I know, he just wants to come out to relax, and he can only accompany us this time at most. From now on, we have to rely on ourselves."
"Shopkeeper Li told me that asking for help from others is worse than asking for help yourself. He has helped us embark on the path of spiritual practice. From now on, we have to rely on ourselves."
Xu Fu poured hot tea into the cup and said leisurely: "Now, we are just waiting for him to teach us how to practice swordsmanship. Think about what will happen in half a year or a year."
Zhao Meng slapped his thigh and laughed loudly: "Don't say anything, Mr. Xu, I can't wait any longer."
At this point, Xu Fu's hand holding the tea cup was trembling slightly. He glanced at Zhao Meng and lamented that time flies by and time never waits.
If I cannot seize the opportunity in front of me, I am afraid that I will be a waste in ten or twenty years.
…
That night, Li Xiuyuan did not explain to Xu Fu and Zhao Meng the next steps in sword practice.
There are many swords, not only the swords to protect themselves, but also the swords obtained from bandits, which are enough for them to make them with all their strength.
Xu Fu didn't dare to rush him. He just said that he would set off tomorrow. After Li Xiuyuan thought of a solution, everyone would start practicing hard again.
The next day, Li Xiuyuan got up early at half past midnight.
A man stood under the green pear tree, pulling out the copper sword in his hand a hundred, a thousand... a thousand times... ten thousand times, just to find that wonderful feeling.
After breakfast, Xu Fu didn't ask any questions, and the group just put on the harness and continued forward immediately.
On the third day, I still got up at half past midnight. After practicing hard for an hour, I washed and had a meal, and then continued moving forward.
On the morning of the fourth day, while I was standing in the morning breeze with my eyes closed, and the bronze sword beside my waist made a soft chirping sound, there came a moment.
The sound of "Click!" sounded.
Looking up, he saw branches falling down from the tree three feet in front of him.
This is not a sword that cuts snow, it is much faster than a sword that cuts snow.
Not to mention the smooth cuts on the branches where the sword passed, considering the speed alone, when the soft moan was still echoing in the mountains, the branches had already fallen to the ground.
You know, this is his initial state. If he practices hard like this for a month, half a year, or a year...
I'm afraid that my opponent's sword has not been unsheathed yet, and my own sword has been withdrawn.
Looking at the bronze sword in his hand, Li Xiuyuan sighed softly, looked at the sky and said quietly: "Mumu, if you were here, would you be as happy as me?"
He is still practicing his sword to cut four petals of snow with one sword, and even dreams of one day reaching the realm of cutting three petals of snow.
He never expected that just his trip to Da Qin would allow him to find a new way to practice.
Drawing the sword as fast as lightning, coupled with the sword technique of cutting four petals of snow, and then using the sword technique of reincarnation... He could not have imagined that in this world, in terms of sword skills, who is still his opponent?
"Shopkeeper Li, it's time to eat." Not far away, Zhao Meng's excited voice sounded.
