0p0 Chapter 220 Ye Xiaofan, I will give this sword manual to you as a gift! (2)
Chapter 220 Ye Xiaofan, I will give this sword manual to you as a gift! (2)
Ye Xiaofan kept asking questions along the way, from the first time Ye Dingzhi went to the Sword Forest to seize the sword, to the time he went to Tianqi City to take the academy exam, and finally to his return to Nanjue to practice the Magic Immortal Sword Technique...
Ye Dingzhi picked and chose and gave the child a general idea.
Ye Xiaofan listened very carefully, and was fascinated by the Jianghu described by Ye Dingzhi...
In this way, in less than half a quarter of an hour, the two of them arrived at the threshing ground where Ye Xiaofan usually practiced sword.
There was no rice left on the threshing ground, only piles of neatly stacked straw.
Seeing Ye Xiaofan ready, Ye Dingzhi smiled slightly and said:
"Ye Xiaofan, draw your sword!"
Ye Xiaofan held the sword to his chest and saluted Ye Dingzhi, then his momentum suddenly changed -
The sword intent emanating from that wooden sword is no less than that of a swordsman in the Vajra Mortal Realm!
The wooden sword whistled, and the sword energy burst out as fast as the north wind and as cold as winter snow...
That set of sword techniques was originally the Ye family sword techniques that Ye Dingzhi learned from his father since he was a child. The sword techniques originated from Ye Yu's experience in marching and fighting.
Therefore, the killing moves are fierce and practical on the battlefield, and the killing intent is fully revealed in each move, but it lacks agility and the lightness that a sword technique should have.
But this sword technique in Ye Xiaofan's hands was a bit more light and swift, and Ye Dingzhi clearly realized that -
This child's talent in swordsmanship is almost as good as mine!
Watching Ye Xiaofan gradually master the Ye family sword technique, Ye Dingzhi couldn't help but marvel in amazement!
A ten-year-old child, without any internal strength, actually used a set of military swordsmanship to display sword intent that surpassed that of a Vajra mortal swordsman!
"Ye Dingzhi, why are you in a daze? Is there something wrong with my swordsmanship just now?"
"Is it because I made a small change? Because the connection between each move was a little bit not smooth, so I slightly changed the way I changed the sword technique..."
"Hey, are you talking?!"
Ye Xiaofan's words brought Ye Dingzhi back from his trance.
"Very good, very strong!"
"Ye Xiaofan, you are even more powerful than I thought."
Ye Dingzhi looked into Ye Xiaofan's eyes and said calmly.
Ye Xiaofan was overjoyed when he heard Ye Dingzhi's praise:
"Haha... Great! I knew I was practicing correctly!"
"But I've been practicing this sword technique for more than half a year. Do you have any new sword techniques to teach me?"
Ye Dingzhi thought for a long time, but there was really nothing he could teach Ye Xiaofan. After all, the child was still young and had no foundation in internal strength.
Whether it was the Southern Sword Technique or the Demon Fairy Sword Technique taught to him by Yu Shengmo, Ye Xiaofan was unable to practice them.
Seeing that Ye Dingzhi didn't move for a while, Ye Xiaofan sat down on the ground dejectedly:
"Forget it if I don't have any. Anyway, my father never let me practice martial arts and forced me to go to private school."
"What's so good about studying in a private school? The teacher always makes me memorize the Four Books and Five Classics. It's so boring!"
"By the way, Ye Dingzhi, I really like the poems written by a man called the Poet Immortal, especially his poem..."
"Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles. When it's done, brush off your clothes and hide yourself and your name."
"Wow! So cool... I like it very much. I have a feeling that this person must also be an expert swordsman. Maybe even better than you!"
Ye Dingzhi's heart moved when he heard these words. After hesitating for a moment, he took out a yellowed sword manual from his pocket and handed it to Ye Xiaofan:
"I can't compare to that man. He's the Immortal Poet Li Xuan, a man famous throughout the world!"
"Since you like his poems, I'll give you this sword manual. I can't practice it anyway..."
"But you still have to go to private school and study hard, whether it's the Four Books and Five Classics or poetry!"
Ye Xiaofan took the sword manual. On the slightly stained title page were three seal characters: "Poetry and Sword Technique".
"Poetry Sword Technique? Ye Dingzhi, is this the legendary peerless sword technique? You're just giving it to me so easily?"
"But my father was reluctant to see a doctor in order to save money to send me to a private school..."
Ye Dingzhi remained silent upon hearing this. He reached into his waist and fumbled for a moment, then pulled out a handful of silver and a few three-inch-long gold bars and stuffed them into Ye Xiaofan's hand.
"This money should be enough to pay for Dad's medical treatment and your private school tuition!"
"Use the rest to buy more flour and meat for your family. You need to have a full stomach to practice martial arts. Remember that?"
This was the money that the master asked Jian Nu to give him before he left. Even a hero needs money to travel the world.
Ye Xiaofan held the yellow and white thing in his hand and shook his head:
"Ye Dingzhi, I can't take your money. My sister and I can dig bamboo shoots and pick mushrooms and sell them in town!"
"It's not easy for you to be away from home, and you need to spend money, so you should keep it for yourself..."
As Ye Xiaofan said this, he was about to return the gold and silver to Ye Dingzhi.
Ye Dingzhi chuckled and said:
"Well, consider it as a loan from me temporarily. When you become successful in the future, you can return it to me with interest!"
Ye Xiaofan opened his mouth, thought for a long time, and asked seriously:
"Well then...would you like to sign a document?"
Ye Dingzhi frowned: "No need...you kid still know how to write a document!"
Ye Xiaofan stuffed the gold and silver into his arms, took out the sword manual, flipped through it, and asked:
"Did the Immortal Poet give you this sword manual?"
Ye Dingzhi smiled and shook his head:
"Of course not. He has been dead for a hundred years. It was given to me by a friend of the Immortal Poet!"
"He's also a remarkable man..."
Ye Xiaofan seemed to understand:
"It's truly remarkable that the Immortal Poet's friend is still alive..."
"Then why don't you practice? This is the sword technique of an immortal. If you practice it, won't you become an immortal?"
Ye Dingzhi grabbed Ye Xiaofan's wooden sword with one hand and sucked it into his hand:
"My master risked his life to teach me another set of sword techniques, so... I don't want to learn other people's sword techniques anymore. I want to prove to my master that he is far better than that person in teaching disciples!"
"I'll show you how to use it now, but you can't learn the last sword move. Remember?"
Ye Xiaofan looked at Ye Dingzhi's tall back and nodded blankly: "Remember!"
In an instant, demonic nature emerged, and the sword intent surged...
The ten-year-old boy's eyes reflected a giant purple-black dragon that pierced through the heavens and earth. The dragon roared wildly, and even the sky above the threshing floor was suddenly filled with thunderclouds...
Ye Dingzhi used the twelfth strike of the Magic Fairy Sword. The wooden sword could not bear the weight and was turned into powder by Ye Dingzhi's surging internal force!
Ye Xiaofan was so immersed in the magic sword technique that had just destroyed the earth and mountains that he could not come back to his senses for a long time.
It was not until Ye Dingzhi withdrew his internal energy and slowly fell from the air holding the half-broken wooden sword handle that Ye Xiaofan exclaimed:
"Wow! So cool! Ye Dingzhi, what is this sword technique called? Is it the Black Dragon Sword Technique?"
"Can you teach me that move you used just now with the Nine Black Dragons? I heard from my father that the immortals in the sky can fly around on dragons!"
"Hey? Wait a minute... Ye Dingzhi, where's my sword?"
Ye Dingzhi threw the half of the sword handle to the ground with some shame, feeling a little embarrassed:
"I'm sorry, Ye Xiaofan, I destroyed your sword..."
Ye Xiaofan didn't say anything, but smiled faintly:
"It's okay, I can carve another one. You haven't promised to teach me this sword technique yet!"
Ye Dingzhi reached out and rubbed Ye Xiaofan's head:
"If I can come back safely, I will definitely teach you!"
"You can't practice peerless swordsmanship by relying on a wooden sword. How about this? When I come back, I'll give you a sword. A real sword. But before that, you have to promise me one thing!"
When Ye Xiaofan heard that he was going to give him a real sword, he immediately danced with joy:
"Okay, tell me, I promise you everything!"
Ye Dingzhi squatted down, looked intently into Ye Xiaofan's shining eyes, stretched out a fist and said:
"After you master this sword technique, you must protect your family!"
"No matter who it is, you are not allowed to hurt them before you fall. Remember?"
Ye Xiaofan stretched out his little fist and solemnly bumped it with Ye Dingzhi:
"Ye Dingzhi, I promise you!"
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