I just want to touch, what bad thoughts can I have?

Chapter 57 The Sword Saint
Inside the Muhua Sword Gym Dojo.

Early in the morning, Xie Jun swung his bamboo sword vigorously, sweating profusely.

Only by maintaining such a highly concentrated cultivation state can he temporarily empty his mind and escape from the state that he was almost frightened into incontinence yesterday morning.

To be honest, he was very unwilling. He has always been the most proud disciple of the master, and he often regarded himself as the leader of the younger generation of kendo. In the end, he lost to a new student in an ordinary guiding battle. Jin's transcendent.

In the eyes of outsiders, he may have just recognized the strength of the new transcendent, and took the initiative to help the opponent skip this adaptation battle, but he knew in his heart that he just lost, completely lost!
On the court at that time, I couldn't even summon up the courage to resist!

Because, he knows how perverted the field of kendo is.

To be precise, it shouldn't be something that a first-order firefly-level transcendent can grasp at all.

Normally speaking, it is likely that most of the kendo practitioners will be able to understand the rudimentary form of the kendo field at the third-level flame torch.

His master, Nie Wenyuan, the owner of the Muhua Sword Gym, slowed down his practice of spiritual fire in order to comprehend the domain of kendo, and finally mastered the power of the domain at the stage of the third-level flame torch.

Relying on the field of kendo and superb sword moves, his master can even briefly deal with the existence of the fourth-level non-extinguishing level with the level of the flame torch limit!
The third level to the fourth level is a qualitative change like the soaring fire of spirituality. Under this gap, his master can still fight against the strong in the unextinguishable realm, which is enough to see the strength of the power of the domain!
While swinging his sword, a middle-aged man in a classical gown with gray temples came out slowly from the inner room.

"Master."

Lowering his head and shouting respectfully, Xie Jun noticed the master's attire and was slightly dazed.

This long gown was embroidered by my wife for Master.

Master has always cherished it, and will only wear it out on extremely solemn occasions.

"Xie Jun, go and make a pot of tea, choose the best tea, and it will be delivered to the reception room later."

"Is there a distinguished guest coming?"

Xie Jun asked subconsciously.

"Guests who have mastered the field of kendo, do you think they are honored guests?"

Nie Wenyuan glanced at him with a half-smile.

"Forget it, for sure!"

Hearing this, Xie Jun was full of strength.

If he can get a few simple pointers from the distinguished seniors, then for him, it is not a benefit that can be measured by money.

Humming a ditty to make tea, one image after another of sword masters was sketched in his mind.

On the other side, at the entrance of the Muhua Sword Gym, Fang Qingran followed behind the Sword Gym apprentice who led the way, looking around the scene while walking around.

In the open-air outfield, there were quite a few teenagers between the ages of seven and twelve or thirteen. Their legs were trembling with exhaustion, but they all gritted their teeth. No one dared to play without permission.

"They are in the stage of laying the foundation, and when their muscles and bones are almost ready, they can formally touch the sword."

The apprentice who led the way slowed down and introduced him. Although the other party's attire was rather novel, you can tell from the two branches on his back that he must be a lover of kendo!
Maybe after today, there will be an additional apprentice in their sword gym, and he will also have an additional junior junior.

Just when he was about to sell a few more words about his own sword gym, he noticed the figure of a man walking towards him, with a bit of respect unconsciously showing on his face, and stepped aside to the side of the road:

"Master, you are early."

"Ah."

Responding lightly, Nie Wenyuan's gentle face showed some joy visible to the naked eye, and he tentatively said to Fang Qingran:
"It's Fang Qingran... Mr. Fang?
She looks much younger than Nie imagined! "

"Master Nie."

Realizing the identity of the visitor, Fang Qingran greeted him politely.

Nie Wenyuan, the owner of the Muhua Sword Gym, learned swords from the Tianshu Sword Master when he was young. He has extraordinary strength and is said to be ranked among the top five in Ningcheng.

His soul thought swept over him, and he sensed the other party's restrained aura hidden under the elegant appearance.

"Yu Cheng, go and do morning class with other senior brothers first."

Nie Wenyuan smiled kindly when he sent the apprentice to Fang Qingran to lead the way:
"Some time ago, Teacher Lu from Tianshu Academy asked me to help a student and teach him the way of swordsmanship.

At that time, I agreed, and promised that if the other party stepped into the extraordinary and had no optional exercises, I would teach him the exercise "Muhua Sword Classic" practiced in this hall.

And yesterday, I heard a familiar name from my senior disciple again.

Just when I was wondering whether there was any connection between the two, you, Mr. Fang, contacted me.

Haha, unexpectedly, the two are the same person, moreover, they are still a 17-year-old third-year high school student. "

Just as Fang Qingran was about to say a few words of self-effacing, Nie Wenyuan spoke again:
"Excuse me, I'm afraid I'm not qualified to teach you, Mr. Fang."

"???"

Fang Qingran knocked out several question marks.

Does that mean not to play with him?

Then he didn't come here for nothing today?

"Nie is just a little earlier on the road of transcendence, what qualifications does he have to teach a master who has also mastered the field in the way of swordsmanship?
Talk about communicating. "

An invisible wave was blowing in all directions centered on Nie Wenyuan. He took out a small white jade sword several centimeters long from his bosom, with a very solemn expression on his face:

"I'm not qualified to teach, but since I promised Mr. Lu, it's impossible for Mr. Fang to leave you empty-handed.

This small white jade sword is what I got from Master before I left Tianshu City and bid farewell to Master.

It contains a trace of master's sword intent.

It's a pity that even though I study it day after day, it's still difficult for me to understand anything related to the way of swordsmanship.

I think it's not just because of my talent, maybe it's because after so many years, there has appeared in my heart something that is more precious than the way of swordsmanship. "

Gently stroking the classical gown on his lower body, feeling the touch of the embroidery thread and fingertips, the expression on his face gradually changed from regret to a free and easy one:
"Perhaps it is better to give it to a young hero like Mr. Fang than to rot in the coffin with me, which is the best explanation and destination for it.

But before you give it away, please..."

At this moment, Nie Wenyuan is like a sharp sword out of its sheath, his eyes are full of brilliance, showing his sharpness:

"May I implore Mr. Fang to let Nie experience your strength in the field of swordsmanship?"

The grassland on both sides of the road seemed to be bent by an invisible force, and the surface of the small lake in front of the rockery was rippled layer by layer. Fang Qingran heard the wind, footsteps, and apprentices' exchanges, all went away.

The world was silent.

Somewhere, there seemed to be a sharp blade floating in the air, falling down anytime and anywhere, taking his life.

At this moment, Nie Wenyuan was the only one left in Fang Qingran's field of vision.

Bearing the ubiquitous threat and sense of oppression, he held the handle of the silver branch with his backhand, and suddenly removed the small white jade sword surrounded by runes, and said in a deep voice:

"I understand……"

The field of swordsmen, expand!

(End of this chapter)