Seeing the young man's surprise, Feng Qingwu touched his nose and couldn't help but explain: "Actually, there is something unexpected in this. After seeing this sword for the first time, I could only imitate its shape. You can’t learn the essence.”
"The second time, that is, this time, under the strong pressure of a life and death crisis, I was able to grasp a trace of charm. It is really luck."
Nor is it purely explained to young people.
To be precise, Feng Qingwu really felt that way.
This sword is definitely the most powerful, the most consuming, and the most exquisite among the sword moves she has ever learned. If it weren't for these two life-and-death crises, Feng Qingwu would have to practice in seclusion. It takes a few years to get started.
But after she explained like this——
The young man's hands were shaking even more, as if he couldn't bear it.
Before Feng Qingwu could tentatively speak, he saw the young man pressing the long sword on his knees and staring at Feng Qingwu through the brocade covering his eyes: "You know what you are talking about. Well, listen to it yourself?!"
"What...what's wrong, senior?"
Feng Qingwu was so frightened that he blinked and spoke in confusion.
The young man's tone became particularly strange: "Do you think that the time I mentioned is the time of retreat and cultivation, such as several years or decades?"
"Uh... isn't it?"
"of course not!"
The corners of the young man's mouth twitched, as if he was speechless: "The sword, the king of hundreds of soldiers, is it a treasure that has been left to gather dust? A swordsman should go through hardships, explore life and death, and finally achieve true excellence."
"This is what every sword cultivator should do."
"What I'm talking about is that in the dangerous situation of life and death, you have to practice constantly before you can make a breakthrough in a flash of inspiration and make some progress in this move. What did you just say? How could it be so short? You can master it in just a few days!"
The more the young man talked, the more angry he became. As the founder of the sword move, he believed that not everyone could understand the subtlety of this move so easily, let alone——
Feng Qingwu is still in an ordinary Qi training period!
Thinking about this, the young man became angrier and more confused.
Hearing this, Feng Qingwu also touched his nose awkwardly and sighed softly: "But the problem is, it is indeed only a few days, maybe... you are lucky?"
Young man: ...Is this a matter of good luck? !
He seemed to want to say something more, but suddenly he noticed something wrong with Feng Qingwu's body. The eyes covered by the long belt were clearly invisible, but they seemed to be able to penetrate everything and take in everything. .
The young man seemed to be confirming something, and was speechless for a long time.
Feng Qingwu asked back: "Senior, what's wrong?"
Unexpectedly, the young man asked tentatively: "You... didn't lie to me?"
Seeing Feng Qingwu shaking his head, the young man was silent for a moment, and even the anger just now disappeared. He stared at Feng Qingwu closely, and no longer had the calm demeanor of an expert, and stood up directly - —
I saw the young man holding a sword in one hand and falling lightly to Feng Qingwu's side.
When she subconsciously wanted to retreat, she didn't expect that even though the young man was blind, he could directly grab Feng Qingwu's hand and look her up and down.
Feng Qingwu's pupils suddenly shrank.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, the young man suddenly said in a deep voice: "You...I now know why you can understand the sword moves so quickly."
"It's incredible to be born with a delicate heart."
Feng Qingwu frowned and wanted to ask, but when she saw the young man's unpredictable expression, she decisively chose to shut up and not get into trouble with him.
As expected, the young man spoke with gritted teeth.
"Such a talent can have unexpected effects in understanding the secrets of martial arts. I didn't expect that the talent that I am so eager for is actually in you!"
Feng Qingwu: ...blame me?
Young man: ...so angry.
After a brief silence, the young man took half a step back silently. He looked as if he had suddenly gone into emo, and he was a little disappointed when he spoke: "Forget it, at this age, with such a swordsmanship, ugh... "
"Talent and hard work are really indispensable."
The young man seemed to have given up and said directly: "Well, since you are already here, I naturally want to pass this sword to you."
Hearing this, Feng Qingwu, who had been in a state of venting, finally came back to his senses.
She bowed her hands seriously and said with a respectful face: "Junior Feng Qingwu, I would like to thank my senior for teaching me, and I will never forget your kindness in preaching and teaching."
"Needless to say, the name of this sword is——"
"'Open the Sky'."
When the young man spoke, his tone suddenly changed, and the soaring sword intent vibrated throughout the blank and void inheritance space. The cold and extreme sharpness was exactly the same as what Feng Qingwu had felt when he had a flash of inspiration in the Wu family.
The next moment, the young man raised his hand, and his slender fingertips touched her forehead.
At that moment - all the vision in Feng Qingwu's eyes was occupied by that dazzling, sharp cold light. She actually felt it directly, the unavoidable feeling that Jiaolong felt when he faced this sword. a feeling of.
Even more tyrannical, more dangerous, and more terrifying!
'This sword was indeed used by him. '
'He is indeed a master of swordsmanship! '
Feng Qingwu's pupils narrowed uncontrollably, and all his thoughts were immersed in this sword move called "Opening the Sky" at this moment.
Seeing Feng Qingwu standing frozen in the void, the young man let go of his hand and took half a step back, covering his eyes, but he could still "see" everything. He stood with his hands behind his back, showing a calm and detached attitude. Human style.
But at this moment - "Qiu Yu, what are you pretending to be?"
The moment he heard this voice, the young man who originally seemed to have a noble demeanor suddenly froze and turned his head tremblingly. Behind him, there was a man wearing a black and gold patterned uniform. Tall man.
The man just crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows.
That strange and handsome face is full of aggression and aggressiveness.
All of a sudden, Qiu Yu's original cold demeanor completely changed. He smiled awkwardly: "Your Majesty, this... I am trying to comfort the child."
"...She is my contractor."
Qiu Yu was not surprised: "Slave contract? No wonder it happened -"
Mu Jiuke said with a dark face: "It's the supreme contract."
At this moment, Qiu Yu was completely dumbfounded. After a moment of silence, he said, "Your Majesty, are you dumb because you were sealed? How could you sell yourself out?"
"Should... I find a way to terminate the contract and kill her?"
Although Qiu Yu quite admired Feng Qingwu, if he had anything to do with Mu Jiuke, then naturally the safety of his boss would be the top priority.
Thinking of this, Qiu Yu stared at Mu Jiuke, waiting for his order.
Mu Jiuke half-closed his eyes before speaking——
