From the sword of the third master

Chapter 20
Just as Chen Sheng ran not far away, a haystack on the side of the road suddenly exploded. Immediately afterwards, a sword light flew towards him, and the angle was chosen very trickily.

Huh?
The opponent has improved this time, and has learned to sneak attack?
Chen Sheng stepped on his feet and jumped out keenly, not entangled with him at all.

"Hahaha, stay safe, old Xiahou, your secret has been exposed, I will kill your bird sooner or later."

"What?" Xiahou Feishan stabbed the air with his sword, and fell to the ground with a cold face: "The old man will not keep you."

"Although please, old man, does your chest still hurt, have you been coughing recently?"

"Sharp-tongued kid, die!"

"Then come quickly, I'm worried that you won't survive this Qingming Festival..."

Chen Sheng escaped from the back window, and he didn't have time to ride a horse, so he could only rely on his familiarity with the terrain and try his best to deal with Xiahou Feishan.

Ever since, the game of cat and mouse was once again staged.

"Ding ding ding dong."

He ran as long as he could, and beat him for a while if he couldn't.Taking advantage of Xiahou Feishan's inattention, Chen Sheng suddenly sprinkled Shunlai's rouge powder over the old man's head and face, and then stabbed him with a sword.

"Ah... despicable and shameless."

The situation was turned again, Xiahou Feishan turned around and ran wildly while covering his chest, while Chen Sheng stared at him from behind, chasing him all the way.

For a while I chase you, for a while you chase me...

From spring to summer, and from summer to winter, Chen Sheng never expected that the protracted contest between the two of them would travel thousands of miles and last for a whole year.

At the beginning, Chen Sheng could only support thirty or fifty moves under Xiahou Feishan's sword, and he had to run away immediately. Later, as time went by, fifty or sixty moves, seven or eighty moves, he became more and more courageous as he fought, and became more and more powerful. The longer it lasts, the more it can survive hundreds of strokes.

Powerful enemies put tremendous pressure on Chen Sheng, forcing him to keep improving.

Now, Chen Sheng has combined the dozens of swordsmanship he has learned, and has reached the state of "integrating and mastering, doing whatever he wants", and has finally stepped into the threshold of super first-class!

One bitter morning.

Xiahou Feishan and Chen Sheng confronted each other in the wilderness.

Snowflakes flutter.

The north wind is blowing.

The world is vast.

Xiahou Feishan seemed to be older than last year, and his hair had all fallen out. He looked up at the sky and sighed faintly.

"Boy, let's stop fighting, stop fighting."

"Want to lie to me?"

Chen Sheng, who was full of energy, was very vigilant: "Hmph, what do you do, I can still persist."

"You can hold on, but the old man can't hold on anymore! XXX, XXXXX!" Xiahou Feishan jumped up and uttered a series of obscenities.

Chen Sheng: "..."

Xiahou Feishan cursed louder and louder, and when he was most excited, he actually threw the weapon on the ground.

This time Chen Sheng finally believed that the opponent really didn't want to continue.

He felt inexplicably relaxed in his heart, but he was also a little bit unsatisfied.Hiss, hey?Am I cheap?

Now that he said "stop", Chen Sheng became polite.

"How did senior figure it out?"

Xiahou Feishan choked up and said, "Today is my 66th birthday. I want to go home and have a look at the old house and Xiahou Xing."

"Oh, congratulations."

Chen Sheng applauded quickly, and sang while applauding: "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

Xiahou Feishan's expression was distorted, as if he stepped on shit when he went out.

"What's the tone so weird?"

"I made it up myself."

"Then you are really blind!"

Chen Sheng was not angry at all, he grinned and laughed, and said seriously, "Senior, please rest assured that the secrets about Xia Houxing and Xue Keren will rot in my stomach, and I will never reveal them. The sky can prove it." , I, 'Qualcomm', am not a gossiper, otherwise I would rather be burned to death or struck to death by lightning."

"Really?"

"No lie."

Xiahou Feishan stared at him, and it took him a long time to say: "Okay, I believe you."

Chen Sheng quickly said, "Then can I go?"

"Go away."

"Thank you."

It was finally over, and his thank you was so sincere that he couldn't even close his mouth.

……

Unexpectedly, just after Chen Sheng took two steps, Xiahou Feishan flew back and stood in front of him.

Chen Sheng stepped back quickly, holding the long sword casually: "Hey? You don't mean anything!"

"Am I that kind of person?"

"picture!"

Xiahou Feishan: "..."

He said angrily: "Brat, what do you think of this old man? I'm looking for you for something else."

Chen Sheng retracted his hand slowly, and said suspiciously: "Okay, then please tell me."

Xiahou Feishan hesitated for a moment, then sighed: "This old man has pinned all his hopes on one person in his life, but unfortunately, that person has let me down."

Chen Sheng understood in seconds.

——He must be talking about his illegitimate son Xia Houxing. Xiahou Xing is like a sheep dung, smooth and bright on the surface, but in fact he has a belly full of idiots.

"and then?"

Xiahou Feishan said: "Then I want to pass on the sword technique to you."

This time Chen Sheng was taken aback: "Why?"

Xiahou Feishan said: "Back then when I had a duel with the old man of the Yan family, I accidentally lost a move. This is the shame of my life. The old man wants you to learn my swordsmanship, so that one day you can defeat Yan Shisan and break him. The thirteen deadly swords. As for my successor... there is no hope."

Chen Sheng shook his head and said, "No, no, Yan Shisan has a personal relationship with me, how could I seek revenge from him?"

"Pedantism!"

Xiahou Feishan scolded angrily: "There is no permanent enemy or permanent friend in this world, how can you guarantee that the two of you will not turn against each other in the future?"

Chen Sheng continued to evade: "However, Yan Shisan has withdrawn from the arena now, even if I want to compete with him, I have no chance."

Xiahou Feishan was at a loss for words for a moment, he frowned and said, "Then, that old man takes a step back. You learn first and then talk. Even if Yan Shisan retires, his sword skills will always be passed on. I don't care who you defeat, As long as you can defeat the successor of "Thirteen Swords of Desperation", it will be fine."

"This one……"

Chen Sheng thought for a while and agreed, "Okay!"

Just kidding, it's only a fool who refuses the good thing of pie in the sky.

Let's agree first, let's talk after we get the things, as for the future, hehe, who can control him in the future?

"Then you look good."

Xiahou Feishan drew out his long sword.

While slowly demonstrating, he explained: "My Xiahou family's kung fu is called "Fighting the Water Sword against the Current", and it has ninety-nine and eighty-one moves. After I gave "Thirteen Swords of Desperation", after my constant exploration and adjustment, it increased to one hundred and eight swords..."

Chen Sheng's eyes were burning, and he was studying hard beside him.

If his swordsmanship is excellent, then "Strike the Water Against the Current" is the best.

Earlier, if he hadn't escaped and fought on a fair basis, he might have died several times.

This set of swordsmanship is dense and swift, with various unpredictable changes.

Because it is practiced in rapids, the sense of balance is better when the shot is made, and it is easier to maintain the center of gravity.For a swordsman, "balance" is the guarantee of battle.

Even more powerful!

Hitting against the current must face "resistance" and "oppression". Once the swordsmanship is performed, this resistance and oppression will be transferred to the opponent, resulting in a strange "sticky feeling", which consumes the opponent's physical strength. play a role in slowing down the speed.

All in all, fantastic...

At this time, Xiahou Feishan had already used his last sword.

His wrist stirred continuously, forming a small vortex.

"This last move is called 'Stirring the Wind and Cloud', see clearly?"

"En." Chen Sheng nodded.

Xiahou Feishan said: "I have studied Thirteen Swords of Death for 20 years, there must be No. 14 changes in Thirteen Swords of Death, and this kind of change is its true essence."

Chen Sheng admired it very much, he was indeed a master of the older generation, and his calculation was too accurate.

Xiahou Feishan said: "The purpose of this sword is actually defense. I don't know where the sword will come from, but no matter how it changes, 'stirring the wind and clouds' can keep you alive."

Chen Sheng clasped his fists and saluted: "Thank you, senior."

"Humph."

Xiahou Feishan said: "I practice so slowly, you should have learned it, right?"

Chen Sheng said: "I have learned."

Xiahou Feishan gave him a last sideways glance, and then drifted away.

"Senior, what if there are No. 15 changes in Thirteen Swords of Death?" Chen Sheng shouted.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

(End of this chapter)