The Way of Wuji does not have many complicated moves, only the ultimate secret - your sword is my sword.

"The so-called my sword is your sword." Master Yi stuck the long sword on the ground and grabbed one in the air. A long sword made of weathered material condensed in his palm.

"Is the sword so extreme that nothing can be used as a sword?" Chen Senran said casually as he looked at the romantic long sword in Master Yi's hand, remembering the messy theories in martial arts novels he read when he was bored in the previous world.

came out.

Master Yi was stunned for a moment, and nodded seriously: "I didn't expect that you, without a teacher, are self-taught. This is an exquisite statement."

"Now, follow me." Master Yi walked quickly to the waterfall and raised the long sword in his hand. "Perceive the enemy and ourselves. First, perceive nature."

Master Yi's emerald-green long sword was put into the waterfall, and the water splashed, but there was no touch. When every splash of water was about to hit the long sword, the long sword would move at a slight angle. If you didn't observe it carefully, you would almost

The movement of the sword cannot be detected.

"This is the first step." Master Yi opened his eyes, put away his long sword, and patted Chen Senran on the shoulder, "Work hard, young man, there is not much time left."

Chen Senran nodded and handed the wooden sword in his hand to the waterfall. This was different from the previous physical training. Instead, he had to extend his mental power to the wooden sword. The difficulty and mental consumption increased exponentially.

of.

At first, Chen Senran couldn't avoid a trace of water splash. Although he could sense the flow of those water splashes, Chen Senran had no way to deal with them. Even if he avoided a trace of water splash, he would still be hit by the surging water splash from other angles.

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Chen Senran tried to communicate with the surrounding water splashes as he did before, but through a wooden sword, the transmission of mental power would be extremely long. It seems that it is necessary to smelt a sword of his own, at least

It will be much more beneficial in the transmission and consumption of mental power.

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Regarding the training of avoiding splashes, Chen Senran spent all his time.

To Master Yi's surprise, Chen Senran once again made a breakthrough. Just like condensing water splashes on the surface of his body, Chen Senran condensed every drop of water around the wooden sword, and then let them slide freely, even though this was very time-consuming.

Mental power can only be maintained for about half a magic hour at a time, but this has to be said to be another improvement in the Wuji way.

"Very good, I have nothing worth teaching you." Master Yi smiled, and the mustache under his forehead trembled with joy. Little Annie wanted to pluck it out again.

beard.

Master Yi avoided Little Annie's claws with a headache. He was silent for a moment, "Perhaps, you now feel that this is of no use at all. But you have to believe that this is a seed.

One day, it will grow a big tree that covers the sky."

Chen Senran naturally understands this truth. In fact, he has no doubts about Master Yi's training. It is completely imparted. He taught Chen Senran the most important things. It is not a flashy trick.

, but about control, creation and integration. This is almost the origin of the world.

I have to say that Master Yi is a qualified teacher.

"Originally, I can continue to teach you." Master Yi sighed and looked to the far north, "But, I still have destiny."

"Before we say goodbye, drink a glass of wine with me." Master Yi took out a bag of wine from somewhere.

"Summoner, the best wine in the tavern, Heart of Fire." Master Yi opened the lid of the wine, and a smell of wine like fire rushed straight to his nose, "Legend has it that the warriors of the barbarians drank it before going on a battle.

It means courage and determination to die."

When Chen Senran was a killer in the previous world, he tasted fine wines from all over the world, but he had never smelled such strong wine. It was like a flame, and just smelling it had already burned his lungs.

Little Annie was choked to the point of sneezing repeatedly, and her tears couldn't stop flowing. "It's so hot." The little Loli shrank behind Chen Senran with a cry.

Master Yi himself took a big sip first, as easily as drinking boiled water. Only the hot breath coming out of his mouth revealed the ferocity of the wine.

"Drink." At this time, Master Yi seemed to be possessed by a barbarian from the Freljord Plateau. He patted his inconspicuous chest muscles boldly and handed the strong drink to Chen Senran.

Chen Senran didn't say anything. He took the wine bag from Master Yi's hand and took a big sip. The ferocious liquor burned directly from his throat to his lungs like a flame, but after a moment it turned into a stream of cold air and rushed away.

When I came up, there was only a warmth flowing in my chest.

Chen Senran exhaled a hot breath and held the wine bag high. At this time, the sunset was about to set, and the two men drank hard liquor. No one spoke, and something like fire was burning with the sunset.

"Young man, I am about to leave." Master Yi glanced at the setting sun and took out a scroll from his arms, "This is the summary of my life. I hope it will be useful to you."

Master Yi handed the scroll to Chen Senran and took back the liquor. Then he patted Chen Senran on the shoulder, like a sign of support from an elder or a farewell from a comrade before going to the battlefield.

"Inheritance, the infinite way."

After saying this, he began to walk towards the setting sun.

Chen Senran watched this man of unknown age strolling along the blood-red path, with only the shadow of his emerald-green sword accompanying him, and suddenly felt so lonely.

"Hey, what are you going to do?"

"revenge."

Chen Senran was silent for a while, not knowing what to say. This reminded him of a killer he had in the past. That night, he was going to assassinate a political figure in a desert country. The other party's protective power was more than he could bear.

times, but he could only go. Chen Senran treated him to the best wine, played with the most beautiful women in Paris, and then sent him on a private plane. Before leaving, he said: "Don't die."

So, he said: "Don't die."

Master Yi did not look back, but just waved his hand. This man who had been with him for three months and could not be said to be too familiar just disappeared into the distance. He was on his way to a grand death.

The mountain breeze blew by in the evening, and only little Annie vaguely heard Chen Senran shouting in a low voice: "Teacher."

It's night.

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I was a bit busy today and didn't have time to update, so this is compensation.
Chapter completed!