"Boy, do you know who I am?"

The sword-crazed old man walked all the way to the top of the mountain and asked on the way.

This question was embarrassing, and Luo Feng didn't know how to answer it for a while.

Where can he find out?

Seeing that Luo Feng couldn't answer, the old man Jian Kuang laughed loudly.

"It's okay if you don't know. If you knew, I wouldn't teach you. It shows that you are sincere in your swordsmanship. You are not here for my name, but sincerely admire my path of swordsmanship."

"I admire you, I was forced to come here. If my ancestor was still here, would I come to find you?" Of course, Luo Feng said this to himself, so he naturally did not dare to say it out loud.

But since Auston arranged for him to come, and the Ninth Emperor actually wanted to send his descendants to Jianhao Peak, this person must also have the ability to lead the way.

"Let me ask you, do you know who is number one in the field of swordsmanship now?"

"What about the ancestor of the Ji family?" Luo Feng asked.

The sword-crazed old man suddenly stopped and sighed helplessly, "Yes, he is indeed a genius, but! I'm not bad either."

"The fact that he was able to overwhelm me with his sword was actually only due to some small factors. The combination of these factors made my Yin and Yang swords break under his Fulong Sword."

"Senior, your arm is also his..."

"No, even though he defeated me with a sword back then, this arm was not cut off by him, but cut off by me myself, and I still don't want it to recover."

"Why?"

The sword-crazed old man sighed, "Because as long as he is alive for a day, I will not let this arm grow again, nor will I let it hold a sword."

"Isn't there a saying in the path of swordsmanship? For one day, the ancestor of the Ji family, no one can cross the field of swordsmanship. Unless he dies, I'm afraid I will never be able to surpass him in this life."

"It's been hundreds of years. I thought he was really dead. I originally planned to leave the mountain. It wasn't until a few days ago that I heard that a descendant of the Ji family had used the sword of the ancestor of the Ji family. I didn't know that the old monster

Still alive."

"I'm afraid this right arm will never grow back again. I don't want to be called the number one swordsman."

As he spoke, the old man Jian Kuang looked at Luo Feng lonely, with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

"Boy, actually I don't want future generations to enter the field of swordsmanship, because you will find that as you continue to improve and progress, you will feel my unwillingness and pain."

"So what if you are a genius? As long as the ancestor of the Ji family is around, no matter how good your sword or sword style is, you will never be able to compete with him."

Luo Feng was extremely shocked, "My ancestor seems to be even more powerful than I thought. So many seniors have made such high evaluations. Is he really a god?"

"So I think you have what it takes to step into the real realm of swordsmanship. I'm not happy because of you. Instead, I see another young version of me."

"So when I teach you the true way of swordsmanship, nothing is the most important. You only need to remember one sentence to keep your sword heart intact."

"Which sentence?"

"Never think about being the first to use a sword."

"What's the point of not being the first?" Luo Feng said, "And in the field of swordsmanship, there is a so-called powerful enemy that can never be overcome. Isn't this a very lucky thing?"

The sword-crazed old man was stunned and his eyes widened, "Why do you say that?"

The corner of Luo Feng's mouth raised slightly, and he thought of his eldest brother, the top mountain in physical cultivation in the new era, the top mountain star boy in bloodline, Ji Zhantian, the true genius of swordsmanship, and said, "How can you go to a higher altar when you have always been invincible? The opponent is just

It’s something that keeps us from feeling lonely.”

"It's confusing and painful for a person to be invincible all the time. Just like Teiryuuzaki, it would be interesting if there was a competitor around him who wouldn't let go."

"Boom!" At this time, the brain of the sword-crazy old man was like an earthquake, which could not calm down for a long time.

He looked at Luo Feng as if he were a monster, and then he looked up to the sky and laughed. The entire mountain peak was shaking violently.

"Hahaha, the longer I live, the more confused I become. After all these years, I still don't have a child who can live a clear life."

"If you and I were in the same era, we would definitely be very good friends. If I had met you earlier, I would not have fallen into this situation."

"Boy, you have a bigger heart than me. You are just like the ancestor of the Ji family back then, because he also said the exact same thing to you."

Luo Feng showed his white teeth and said with a smile, "Old man, actually you can do it now."

The old man Jian Kuang covered his eyes with tears filling his eyes. He sighed helplessly for a long time and said, "It's too late. It's too late after all. What a state the ancestor of the Ji family has reached now, how can it be that I can peep into it? But I think you have

With such a state of mind and understanding, you may not be able to replace me and compete with him one day."

Luo Feng chuckled, "Okay, then just teach me, and I will break the Ji family ancestor's sword for you."

The sword-crazed old man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "If you can really do it, help me cut off his arm as well."

Although it is a joke, it also expresses the obsession of the ancestors of the Ji family in the hearts of countless sword-wielding demons.

...

A waterfall at the back of Jianhao Peak.

Opposite the waterfall is a simple thatched house.

"Old man, I think you can teach me now. Where to start?"

The sword-crazed old man shook his head, "Remember, when you reach your level, the sword style is actually useless. What I want to teach you is the great way."

"Avenue?"

"Well, I want you to forget the sword style and everything you have learned before. I want you to return to your original nature. Look at that," the old swordsman pointed at a rusty sword hanging on the waterfall.

"In the first step, I want you to observe the sword every day and understand its meaning. Until you understand it correctly, you will have succeeded in the first step."

Luo Feng was confused, but he still walked to the waterfall, sat cross-legged, and looked at the sword carefully.

This sword is very ordinary. It has been rusted by the baptism of time and even has many cracks.

"Look, if you're lucky and your talent is high enough, you can realize it in ten years."

Luo Feng was stunned, "Fuck, ten years!"

"Yes, ten years is considered slow. It took me thirty years to observe and practice. When you can understand the higher charm of swordsmanship from it, you will officially be reborn."

"Does this have any hints?"

"The three thousand worlds of swordsmanship are like purgatory on earth. Only by enlightening one or two can you escape from the sea of ​​suffering. Please take your time to understand."

Luo Feng was helpless.

How could he have so much time in ten years to look at a broken sword every day?

And there is no prompt. Isn’t this just a blind cat that kills a mouse?

Having said that, since he has come, Luo Feng still plans to give it a try.

In the next time, Luo Feng would read the sword, during the day and at night.

Time passed, and three months passed like this.

At this time, Luo Feng's face was covered with stubble, but his posture of sitting upright had not changed.

The sword-crazed old man in the thatched house was a little in awe when he saw this.

He thought that this seemingly frivolous boy would start scratching his head in the first month, but he never imagined that three months had passed and he was still so calm.

From the beginning to the end, apart from eating, drinking and having sex, Luo Feng kept staring at the rusty sword.

Half a year has passed in a flash, and at this time, many talented students outside the Guangming Emperor Temple have also begun to show their talents, constantly setting new records on the "Emperor God List".

But none of this seems to have anything to do with Luo Feng, who is standing still. He just observes the Broken Sword every day.

This state lasted until one night when the sword-crazed old man who was snoring loudly was woken up by a sudden jolt.

The sword-crazy old man opened his eyes dimly and saw Luo Feng, whose beard looked more like a savage than himself, standing in front of him with excitement on his face.

"Why did you give up? If you give up and you can go down the mountain, it means that my path is not suitable for you."
Chapter completed!