No one really thinks I'm a master, right?

Chapter 3 Senior brother is really super strong

Looking at the back mountain in Shangqing, Jian Wuya leaned lazily under the ancient pine tree, his cheeks full of maturity sighed with stubble, his eyes full of stories looked into the distance indifferently, and said softly: "Yi Fan, learn from me!" What is the sword for?"

Yi Fan: "..."

This problem seems simple, but in fact, there are big pits within small pits, and small pits within pits. There is water in each pit, and there are nails in the water. If you fall into it, there will be no trace.

Going to the end of the world with a sword?
I'm afraid that the controlled knives will be confiscated just after going down the mountain, so let's be invited to drink tea.

To kill gods and Buddhas with one sword?

Good middle school two, besides, the gods and Buddhas provoke me, and they will destroy them at every turn?

The sword is a killing technique?

Pull it down, I can't grab Brother Baoqiang's lines, and besides, I haven't even killed a chicken.

hobby?Proving immortality?Realize the self-worth of life?
How should I answer it? This is a peerless opportunity. If I miss it, I will regret it even if I jump off the cliff again.

"What to do? What to do? What to do?
Soon, Yi Fan broke into a cold sweat and couldn't think of a good answer despite searching his guts.

More than an hour has passed. Looking at Yi Fan who was constipated and troubled, Jian Wuya felt that his legs were a little numb and his waist was a little sore. faint.

Jian Wuya really wanted to squat down and rest for a while, but now I am a peerless swordsman, a Taoist master from the hidden world, the kind who comes and goes, how could I squat on the ground and rest in such an inconspicuous manner?

"Hey!"

Jian Wuya sighed heavily, pretending to be disappointed to remind Yi Fan.

Yi Fan woke up suddenly, a little flustered, and blurted out: "I, I learn swords purely as a hobby!"

"That's it?"

"Uh, subduing demons and eliminating demons!"

"Low level!"

"Well, that's chivalry!"

"boring!"

"No. [-] in the world!"

"Get out!"

Yi Fan was about to cry, and racked his brains to say something that people would deny. In the novel, it wasn’t me who opened his mouth, and people were astonished as heavenly beings, and then regarded himself as a peerless genius. , to the pinnacle of life?

What went wrong? Could it be that I fell off the cliff in the wrong way?

"Little brother, you have been in the world of mortals for too long, and your Dao heart is muddy. It may be difficult to achieve the way of swordsmanship."

Jian Wuya hurriedly took the opportunity to stand up straight, turned around slowly, subconsciously pulled out the cork and was about to take a sip, but the pungent smell of alcohol rushed into his stomach, and he almost couldn't help but spit it out.

Fortunately, the past few years of walking in the scenic area were not in vain, Jian Wuya forcibly endured the discomfort in his stomach, and was speechless for a while.

Yi Fan's heart was ashamed, secretly thinking that he really knelt down this time, he couldn't answer a simple question, and this peerless opportunity was about to slip away before his eyes.

"Well, if you can't tell, it's not that you don't understand, but that you lack accumulation!"

After all, Jian Wuya has practiced swords since he was a child, and his physical fitness is not average. He has recovered a lot now. He glanced at the wine gourd in disgust, tied it around his waist, put his hands behind his back, looked into the distance, and said slowly: "Actually, You're not entirely wrong."

"Only by being extremely emotional can one be extremely Taoist. If you don't love swords, naturally don't talk about the pinnacle of swordsmanship!"

"Senior brother is good at the Tiangang Demon Sword Technique, which is meant to subdue demons and eliminate demons. What you said is not wrong!"

"Sword cultivators should be brave and diligent, not afraid of power, and help each other with their swords when encountering injustice, which is beneficial to Dao Xin, so why not?"

"As for number one in the world, as a sword cultivator, I don't even dare to have such confidence. I might as well go home and farm!"

Yi Fan suddenly realized that an expert is an expert, the elder brother is simply too stable, I can say nonsense and he can speak clearly and logically, it seems that the way of swordsmanship is really broad and profound, what I read in novels before is still too superficial.

"Okay, it's not difficult for you. Brother, this set of swordsmanship is extremely mysterious. Those with high comprehension may have half the achievement of senior brother in three to fifty years. Those with poor comprehension and low aptitude may also be able to strengthen their bodies!" Wu Ya turned around with piercing eyes, which made Yi Fan feel uneasy.

"In order to prevent accidental injury, senior brother does not use mana, but first teaches you Tiangang footwork, as long as you have a little understanding, you can achieve something in ten years!"

"ten years?"

Yi Fan opened his mouth wide. This is not the world of fairy tales. How old will my buddies be in ten years?

Jian Wuya secretly thought it was bad, don't scare the kid away.

"It's only ten years, not to mention a snap of the fingers, even if you are expelled from the mountain gate by then, the fastest man in the world will not be as good as you!"

Jian Wuya heaved a sigh of relief secretly, if he didn't give the child some confidence, he would almost ruin the important matter of the master.

"The fastest man in the world, senior brother, you are indeed my senior brother!"

"One qi and chaos fill my form, Yu step pushes up to Yangming, heaven and earth turn back and forth on six armors, creek gangsters fight against nine spirits..."

The sword is boundless, he steps on the cloth and fights, and he chants the magic in his mouth. His body is like a dragon flying in the nine heavens, and like the gentle breeze, it is elusive. Sometimes the thunder rolls, and sometimes the wind roars. . . . . .

I don't know when Jian Wuya had quietly left, leaving only Yi Fan staring at the mysterious and endless footprints on the ground in a daze.

"Huh, I finally got through the first level!" Jian Wuya ran all the way, dove into Bai Mei's room, and said, covering his chest.

Bai Mei cheered up, and quickly asked: "How about it, is that kid willing to learn?"

Jian Wuya returned to his calm and breezy appearance again, and said confidently: "You can rest assured, Sect Leader, I am extremely fast in my steps, leaving only footprints and formulas, and without any guidance, he just fell in love with me." Even in 100 years, I can't realize a single woolen thread."

Bai Mei felt relieved when he heard the words, but he frowned again in an instant, and said seriously: "Don't go too far, how about it, seven days, within seven days, don't say a word to him except to deliver food, and then on the eighth day." Teach him something real, or he'll make a fuss and leave."

Jian Wuya thought about it, so he agreed, and went back to lie on the bed and sleep soundly.

The buddies only weighed in twos and threes. This night, in order to pretend to be beeping, more than half a catty was dried. If it wasn't for the stronger physique, it might have rolled down the cliff just now.

In the early morning of the first day, Yi Fan's face was pale and trembling, and there were two streams of crystal clear snot hanging from his nostrils. He didn't know it, and he was still staring at the footprints on the ground in a daze.

Jian Wuya shook his head and sighed, lit a fire behind him, untied his robe and put it on him, silently put down the food, turned and left.

The next day, Yi Fan had another quilt on his body. After finishing his meal in a daze, he sat back and stared at Jian Wuya's footprints in silence.

On the third day, Yi Fan's face turned red, and he seemed to have a fever. Jian Wuya couldn't bear it, so he massaged him lightly to dispel the cold.

For six days in a row, Yi Fan hardly moved from his nest except for eating, drinking, and messing around, and his eyes never left the seemingly dense and chaotic footprints.

Even Jian Wuya admired this kind of vigor. If he had had this kind of perseverance to practice the sword back then, even if he couldn't afford spiritual stones to practice mana, he would at least be able to cultivate to the realm of acquired physical body Dzogchen.

On the seventh day, Jian Wuya panicked and Yi Fan disappeared.

"It's broken, this kid won't be tempted to jump off the cliff!" Jian Wuya was shocked, and came to the edge of the cliff in a panic to look around.

Unexpectedly, there was a muffled thunder sound above his head, which frightened Jian Wuya, and he saw a vigorous figure walking down the towering ancient pine, but it landed firmly in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Taking a closer look, it was Yi Fan.

Yi Fan looked haggard, but his eyes were shining brightly. He grabbed Jian Wuya's hands and shouted excitedly: "Eldest brother, elder brother, fortunately, the younger brother did not disgrace his life, he has realized it!"

(End of this chapter)