A blindfolded man walked out of Longyan's home on Fanhua Street.
Outside, a young man immediately greeted him.
"You have to disguise yourself. You're not blind now, but you can't be discovered."
Chen Qingyan handed over a crutch.
Long Yan was silent for a while and replied, "I understand."
With that said, he took the crutches and walked with a trembling hand.
Chen Qingyan was then satisfied.
Regarding the divine bead, he promised Yagyu to keep it a secret. Although Longyan himself did not know the existence of the divine bead, Longyan's experience of being blind and having his hand tendons severed was at least well-known in this city. Once discovered by someone with a heart, It will inevitably cause a series of troubles.
"Did you get the stuff?"
Chen Qingyan asked again.
Long Yan nodded, then shook his head.
Chen Qingyan glanced at the baggage on Long Yan's body and the five fine famous knives hanging on his waist, and asked curiously: "Is there anything else you haven't taken?"
"The two boxes of official silver I hid were stolen."
When Long Yan said this, his tone was very hard, with a hint of gritted teeth.
Chen Qingyan's eyes suddenly became a little uncertain, "Maybe the brutal murderer from before took it away, or maybe a thief knew that no one was in your house and sneaked in and stole it. Well, it's all possible. Hey, the money is gone when it's gone, as long as it's gone As long as people are still there, everything will be fine.”
Long Yan nodded and said nothing.
Chen Qingyan didn't want to worry about money now, so he immediately walked in front and pretended to be the guide to lead Long Yan away.
Soon after, the two returned to Chen Qingyan's home.
Uncle Lin brought over a drawer of meat buns, "Master Mingxi, Master Longyan, have something to eat."
Chen Qingyan responded, picked up two meat buns and gnawed them. Long Yan was reserved for a while, then picked up one and ate it silently.
Lin Bo smiled on the side.
"Master Longyan, are you feeling okay?"
Long Yan has been staying at Chen Qingyan's house these days. Uncle Lin has also learned about the identity of this guest. Although it is very different from the rumored "blind eye and severed hand", he knows that this is his young master's secret. Uncle Lin was very smart and didn't interfere. He just kept these secrets in his heart, just like how he recovered inexplicably after being seriously ill that day.
"Uncle Lin, please go and have a rest. Call us again during dinner."
Chen Qingyan ate the meat buns in several bites, not wanting to make the elderly man suffer.
Lin Bo knew that the young master was going to practice Yueming Style Swordsmanship with Young Master Long Yan, so he immediately smiled and nodded, "Master, I'm going to play chess by the river. If you have anything to do, come to me at the usual place."
"OK."
Lin Bo went out.
After Chen Qingyan and Long Yan finished eating the meat buns, they rested for a while and then went to the backyard to practice Yueming Style Swordsmanship.
One teaches and the other practices.
As usual, he practiced a set by himself first, while Long Yan watched from the side.
"wrong."
Chen Qingyan said suddenly.
Long Yan was stunned for a moment and asked, "What's wrong?"
Chen Qingyan swung his sword and made several consecutive chops into the air. He shrugged and bent down, like a baboon hitting someone with a stone. He maintained the last movement and said: "This is wrong."
Long Yan held his chin in thought, and after a long time he pulled out the knife from his waist and demonstrated it himself. Except for the difference in height, the moves they performed were almost exactly the same.
Long Yan put away the knife and nodded: "There are some differences."
After Chen Qingyan received feedback and saw Long Yan's demonstration, he immediately fine-tuned the point of exertion. When the practice room suddenly showed an extra "3" points of proficiency out of thin air, Chen Qingyan suddenly felt certain that he was on the right track.
There is always more than one way to obtain proficiency in the practice room.
In fact, in addition to challenges and bounties, there is also the most basic way to gain proficiency, and that is through training.
In his first life, Chen Qingyan challenged "robbers" and lost more than he won. He couldn't even defeat a single robber. At that time, in addition to "meditating", he often gained proficiency through practice. For example, if he practiced the same move, If you have been practicing for a long time without any improvement in proficiency, then you must have practiced wrongly, and you must adjust it in time, otherwise you will only end up in the dark and waste your time.
Just now, he encountered this problem.
That's why Long Yan, the instructor, bluntly stated that there was a problem without even noticing it.
Yue Ming Ryu is a higher-level skill than Steel Sword Ryu. If we use martial arts grades to classify, Steel Sword Ryu is a third-rate martial arts, while Yue Ming Ryu is a first-rate martial arts.
It is difficult. Even with Chen Qingyan's rich experience as a "sixth generation", it is difficult to master it on your own like steel swordsmanship by just watching others practice it a few times.
Moreover, the skills of such advanced schools often have some hidden tricks, and without core training methods, it is difficult to get started.
Chen Qingyan's comprehension level is already very high. After a few days, Yue Ming Liu Dao can imitate exactly the same as Long Yan, but he still cannot get started and cannot be recognized by the training room.
Long Yan didn't know Chen Qingyan's situation, so he thought he had met a genius and praised him repeatedly.
Chen Qingyan was not very satisfied with his cultivation speed.
There are less than three years left before the opening of the Shengwu Dojo, and the game between the dojos has begun. Villains like the Sickle Man are fishing in troubled waters, targeting unarmed civilians, causing chaos everywhere and wiping out families. There are even more pretentious characters from all walks of life trying to stand out, joining in the fight for fame, and setting off a series of killings.
Unlike Yagyu and other examiners, he has the accompanying divine beads to help him practice. Even if he is seriously injured, he can recover quickly. If he wants to survive in this kind of world, he must improve his strength as soon as possible, otherwise he will be just a sickle man. It caught him off guard.
Chen Qingyan always kept one thing in mind, that is, the training room after ascending to another dimension was no longer the same as before. He could not guarantee whether he could be resurrected if he died in the training room.
Therefore, many life-threatening cultivation methods cannot be implemented. One can only practice and train step by step, challenge objects that are sure to be defeated, and then use the proficiency gained from the challenge to improve the skills mastered as much as possible.
From the Scythe Man, Chen Qingyan realized that he could not dominate the world with just one steel sword style. Even if he had raised the Steel Sword Style to the pinnacle, the result of fighting against a master of the Scythe Man level would still be quite embarrassing.
If it weren't for Yagyu's good friend, he would still have not recovered from his injury.
Chen Qingyan swung his sword with great force and force, and there was a strange buzzing sound.
Seeing the single-digit proficiency gained again, Chen Qingyan was a little distracted, "That guy may have been targeting me."
There was only one person he had provoked recently, and that was the brutal villain Sickle Man. After a fight, although he did not use his sword at that time, to be fair, he felt that his opponent also did not use his full strength. The last move that transformed four weirdos was really sharp.
One sickle man is troublesome enough. If another battle breaks out between Taoist leaders in this small town, innocent people like him might be implicated.
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ps: When I was shopping today, it rained. I saw a young lady wearing black stockings without an umbrella, and her clothes were soaked. So I kindly stepped forward and helped her take off her clothes... Now her face is still swollen. Hey, for the sake of me writing while injured, can I have a three-game series? Tips, monthly votes, recommendations, otherwise I won’t have the courage to help the wet girl next time, eh eh eh.
