My ability is immortal

Chapter 142 Accepting disciples?Mr. Chen changed his mind?
After going back to take a shower, Han Mu led the descendants of Bai Ze to Chen Lao's residence.

Under the guidance of Dabai, Han Mu met Mr. Chen in a remote but quiet courtyard.

"Here you come? Sit down."

Chen Xingyuan was watering the flowers leisurely, when he heard the movement at the gate of the yard, he said without turning his head.

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Chen."

Han Mu thanked him politely, went in and sat down on the wooden bench.

He knew that Mr. Chen seemed to have gone to deal with something outside the base these two days, otherwise he would have been called over that day.

Licking dog Dabai had already slipped to Chen Xingyuan's side early, and rubbed his head affectionately against his body.

Chen Xingyuan patted Dabai's head with a smile, without saying anything polite, and said straight to the point:

"Do you know why I called you here?"

As he spoke, he straightened up, put down the shower, turned and walked away.

"This... junior, dare to guess, Mr. Chen, are you going to teach me sword skills?"

Han Mu blinked his eyes and spoke expectantly.

After he said that, he directly came to cut first and play later, but he didn't believe that Mr. Chen didn't teach him!

"Hehe, you're welcome."

Chen Xingyuan heard Han Mu's careful thoughts, but he just smiled and didn't care about anything.

He hunched over and lay down on the recliner, put one hand on his big white hair, facing the cool wind, and nodded slowly:
"Indeed, if you can help Dabai get back the blood brand, I should do something for you, old man."

"I only have a little bit of knife skills left. I just heard that you use a knife, so I decided to teach you."

Chen Xingyuan spoke frankly.

Hearing this, Han Mu quickly sat upright, played the traditional performing arts, and said solemnly:
"Old Chen, I don't ask for anything in return for healing everyone, including Dabai. There is absolutely no need for you to teach me sword skills just because of this, this junior deserves it!"

"Ha ha……"

Old Chen glanced at him with a half-smile, and said softly:

"Then you mean... you don't need me to teach you?"

"Ah this..."

Han Mu was speechless for a moment, no, Mr. Chen, why do you think so?
He hurriedly scratched his head, pretending to be a little embarrassed, and said:
"Of course not. The junior heard that your sword skills are superb, and you can take the head of an enemy general among thousands of armies. I still want to learn from you!"

"Well, if you want to brag, you don't need to say more, just want to learn."

Chen Xingyuan waved his hand, interrupted Han Mu's spellcasting, and said:
"However, I don't want to teach you the sword technique. The teaching is for master and apprentice."

"Even if you are talented in cultivation and have the potential to be above the ninth-level martial artist. But if the Dao of the Sword doesn't suit me, I still won't accept you as a disciple."

"Now, it's just pointing and pointing at you."

After speaking, he took a sip of some cold tea.

"This junior understands." Han Mu said solemnly.

Although he was very sorry to hear Chen Xingyuan say this, he also understood that if the Dao of the Sword was different, it was really not suitable to accept apprentices.

"Well, let's demonstrate your sword skills first." Chen Xingyuan said lightly.

With his eyesight, as long as Han Mu demonstrates it once, he will be able to find many loopholes in Han Mu's sword technique and give pointers.

"Ok."

Han Mudang even got up, moved a few steps to the right, came to a relatively open place in the yard, and stood at attention.

"It just so happened that I learned the elementary sword drawing technique, so I just let Mr. Chen see what level it is."

The only thing Han Mu could do was the elementary sword-drawing technique, so he sank into his dantian, held his breath and concentrated on performing the exercises according to the basics of the elementary sword-drawing technique.

As the operation gradually entered the state, under the caress of the cool wind, his upright posture changed.

Squat down with both legs, and take a step back with your right leg, holding the scabbard in your left hand and the handle in your right hand, in a posture of drawing a knife.

Under the cold starlight, there seemed to be invisible fluctuations of spiritual power entangled and wandered around Han Mu's body, detouring the gentle evening wind in shock.

"Oh?"

Chen Xingyuan raised his body while lying leisurely on the recliner, his eyes were slightly fixed, watching Han Mu's every move.

Han Mu's performance seemed unusual, a bit beyond his expectation.

"drink!"

After a while, Han Mu let out a soft drink, pouring all the strength brewed in his body into his right hand, and then instantly passed it into the alloy knife.

"Chong!"

With a crisp ringing sound, Han Mu pulled out the knife like lightning, and quickly slashed at an angle.

The moment the saber was pulled out, the energy filled with the saber was like a flood breaking through the dam, pouring out in an instant, with surging energy.

These energies formed an arc-shaped knife aura, which swung out along the blade after the knife was drawn, cut through the air, and slashed straight ahead.

"Snapped!"

The sword qi slashed on a rockery three meters in front of Han Mu, and in an instant, the rockery made of solid rock was cut off a little.

A white mark was clearly visible, and a lot of gravel shot out, and some of them turned into powder and fluttered in the wind.

This is the power of Han Mu's sword drawing technique at his best.

Seeing this scene, the indifference on Chen Xingyuan's face was gone, replaced by a lot of solemnity.

He hurriedly got up from the recliner, walked up to Han Mu, and said in a slightly deep voice:
"Where did you learn this sword technique? You already have a master?"

Chen Xingyuan stared at Han Mu.

"No, this is all my own perception." Han Mu opened his mouth and came.

The basic knife drawing technique given by the system is not easy to explain, so let's just say that he understood it himself.

"I realized it by myself? You didn't lie to me?"

Chen Xingyuan was a little disbelieving, his eyes were scrutinizing, as if he wanted to see through Han Mu.

"It's absolutely true! Old Chen, before I awakened, I was a guy who couldn't even pass the college entrance examination. Who would teach me sword skills? After awakening, no one taught me. They only know that my healing ability is very strong."

Han Mu explained calmly, with a frank voice.

However, although he was calm, Han Mu's inner joy was uncontrollable.

He felt that Mr. Chen seemed to be surprised by his elementary sword drawing skills. Doesn't this mean that his level of sword drawing skills is very high?
Seeing that Han Mu didn't show any timidity at all, and didn't look like he was lying, Chen Xingyuan didn't ask any more questions, but kept silent for a few seconds with his eyes downcast.

Then when he looked at Han Mu again, there was a smile in his wrinkled eyebrows, and he affirmed:

"It seems that you are also very talented in the Dao of the Sword!"

"Really? I thought I was just a little special?"

Han Mu blinked, with a pure and joyful expression on his face.

"Ah."

Chen Xingyuan nodded resolutely, then turned around and walked leisurely towards the recliner, with a smile in his voice:
"Besides, your saber technique...is very similar to mine."

"Ah? Then...doesn't that mean that you can accept me as an apprentice?"

Han Mu's face was full of surprise, and he spoke with a cheeky and unscrupulous manner.

If there is an eighth-level martial artist as a master, then his backing will be even higher.

Moreover, this old man is not affiliated with the military, so he is considered a loner, so he will not be restrained in any way.

Simply perfect!
(End of this chapter)