I am dying of old age, and I have awakened to the character of longevity.

Zhang Lin looked at Xie An in surprise.

He didn't know what Wei Dian had given Xie An, but he felt that his old brother valued friendship, and this comparison made Zhang Lin feel that he was too selfish.

"Brother Xie values ​​gratitude and is chivalrous! I can't compare to you at all. If I chose to leave before Wei Xiangzhu was seriously ill and dying, it would be too ungrateful and chilling."

After a pause, Zhang Lin made his decision:

"I also choose to stay. Even if Lin Yun fails to take the stage and is suppressed by the new Xiangzhu, it will be nothing more than suffering some grievances and losing my future. It's not like my head will fall off."

Seeing Zhang Lin's determination, Xie An felt that he had misled him… …

"Just now, Wei Xiangzhu kept me here and gave me the complete mental techniques and moves of the Chongshan Saber. He also endured the pain and taught me personally. Therefore, I cannot leave. Brother Zhang, you don't have to be like this."

Originally, Xie An didn't want to say these things, lest Zhang Lin feel unbalanced.

But Zhang Lin's decision made Xie An think highly of him.

What's more, choosing to stay or leave is related to Zhang Lin's future prospects.

Compared to personal prospects, imbalance is too small.

Even if he knew that Zhang Lin would feel unbalanced after hearing this, he had to make it clear.

Sure enough, Zhang Lin showed a strong sense of loss after hearing this.

Chongshan Saber ah… …

The supreme martial art in the hearts of thousands of disciples of the entire Tiger Wolf Gate!

However, he quickly adjusted, "It should be. My strength has been stuck in the Copper Skin Realm for many years, and there is no future. Old men like me are not valued much wherever they go. Wei Xiangzhu allowed me to stay in this black market until now, and did not deduct any medicinal supplements or money in the middle. He also asked me to seek another high position before his death. I am already grateful in my heart.

And old brother is different. Although he is also old, his strength is increasing day by day. He is worth cultivating. I see it clearly. So… … I still choose to stay."

Xie An thought highly of Zhang Lin again and did not persuade him further.

After some polite greetings, Zhang Lin found an excuse to leave.

Xie An also closed the courtyard door and returned to the water tank in the kitchen. He took a sip of the water in the water tank.

Familiar taste!

The water nourished by the Immortal Treasure Box is indeed extraordinary.

With one mouthful, a warm current surged through his body, gathering in the lower abdomen, lingering for a long time. It was very comfortable.

… …

The next day, the sky was slightly bright.

Xie An came to the courtyard to practice the Chongshan Saber.

Ever since Xie An witnessed Wei Dian's pressing saber technique, Xie An had developed a strong interest in this martial art!

The pressing saber technique of the Chongshan Saber alone can achieve inch-distance force!

What a terrifying thing is this?

You must know that sabers and spears are weapons that require large movements, and often need to be accelerated over a long distance to explode with absolute power.

The larger the weapon, the stronger the power, but the longer the acceleration distance is required.

This is in line with physics.

But the Chongshan Saber can exert force at an inch's distance. In battle… … the enemy is completely caught off guard and can hardly figure out how they died.

It's simply outrageous.

No wonder it is the top martial art of the Tiger Wolf Gate, no wonder Meng Hu spent thirty-eight years to master this saber technique.

However, it is really difficult to refine.

Forward stab, horizontal chop, vertical slash.

The blade stops an inch from the ground… …

Unfortunately, the moment the blade stops, the saber momentum also dissipates.

It can't suppress the momentum at all.

Xie An tried dozens of times in a row, without exception… … all failed.

This pressing saber stunt is too difficult to figure out on your own… …

Xie An washed his face, changed his clothes, and hurried out to the hall.

When he knocked on the courtyard door again, Wei Dian opened the door himself. He didn't see Lin Yun, who was probably in seclusion preparing for the examination in a month.

"Xie An, you're here."

"Yes, I have."

"Then don't be dazed, practice the pressing saber technique for me to see."

"Okay."

Xie An regained his thoughts, drew his broadsword, and began to practice.

As a result… … failure.

Wei Dian patiently guided him, "Don't worry, it took me five years to learn the pressing saber technique… … You practice it tens of thousands of times first, find the feeling, and then I will tell you the true meaning, and you will understand. This is called… … practice the saber a thousand times, and its meaning will appear."

Xie An was not an impatient person either. He had been mentally prepared for the difficulty of cultivating the Chongshan Saber and could endure loneliness and suffering.

What's more, Xie An could feel that Wei Dian's understanding and experience of saber techniques were far superior to his own. Having such a master to teach him was much better than Xie An groping on his own.

Soon it was dusk, and Xie An bowed his hands to thank Wei Dian for his guidance and prepared to leave. He also planned not to disturb Wei Dian for the next few days.

After all, he needed to practice tens of thousands of times for the meaning to appear.

Practicing at home was the same.

Just as Xie An was about to go out, Wei Dian's voice came from behind him.

"Xie An, if the Blood Ridge Black Market is not busy in the next few days, you can come here to practice the saber during the day."

Xie An was about to refuse and tell Wei Dian to take good care of his body when he suddenly saw that Wei Dian was the only one left in the entire empty courtyard.

Lin Yun also went into seclusion to prepare for the examination… …

Although disturbing Wei Dian was not conducive to his recuperation, Xie An couldn't bear to see this lonely Xiangzhu who didn't have much time left.

"Okay."

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Half a month passed in a flash.

Xie An came to Wei Dian's other courtyard early every day to practice the pressing saber technique. He rested at noon, Xie An went to the Water Lantern Town outside the hall to solve lunch, and then continued to practice the saber in the afternoon until late at night before leaving.

Wei Dian didn't teach anything else, just let Xie An keep practicing the saber. If there were deviations in movements and thoughts, Wei Dian would correct them in time. Occasionally, he would chat with Xie An about family matters. Adding some popularity to this secluded courtyard, Xie An would feel a little gratified every time he heard Wei Dian laugh.

Sometimes Wei Dian was tired, Xie An would let Wei Dian go to the room to rest, and he would practice in the courtyard by himself.

For half a month, Xie An had been repeating three sabers.

Forward stab, horizontal chop, vertical slash.

Very boring, extremely dull.

Only people with great perseverance can endure it.

At first, Wei Dian only thought that Xie An was just a three-minute heat. The reason why he taught patiently was mainly to give Xie An a favor, so that Xie An could protect Lin Yun's life after he left.

But as time passed, Wei Dian discovered that this old man Xie An had great perseverance.

For half a month, rain or shine, three saber techniques, repeated tens of thousands of times, hundreds of thousands of times… … Although all failed, he was still persisting.

He was also a martial artist, how could he not be moved?

On this day, it rained heavily.

The autumn rain was piercingly cold.

Wei Dian, who was poisoned by the corpse poison pill, was invaded by the cold air, and his body deteriorated severely. He got up late, looked at the pouring rain outside, and couldn't help but sigh.

"With such heavy rain, Xie An shouldn't be here. I'm the only one left, I'm not used to it."

He put on his clothes, put on his bamboo hat, walked out of the bedroom, and came to the living room. Wei Dian saw cool buns and soy milk on the Eight Immortals table not far away, as well as a tonic wrapped in mulberry paper.

Lin Yun had been in seclusion recently, so these things… … were naturally sent by Xie An.

"It's raining and I can't practice, but I brought breakfast, which is thoughtful."

Wei Dian walked over with a smile, opened the mulberry paper, and saw a good ginseng inside.

Although ginseng is very nourishing, it is useless to Wei Dian who is poisoned by the corpse poison pill, but Wei Dian was still very happy, "Okay, it seems that you really recognize me as Xiangzhu."

All along, Wei Dian had believed that Xie An was from the Tang Family Fort and valued Xie An very much.

He had repeatedly shown kindness to Xie An with a purpose. To put it bluntly, it was an exchange of interests.

He was a little uneasy in his heart. He was afraid that Xie An would be disgusted and unappreciative after knowing his intentions.

Now, seeing this not-so-valuable gift from Xie An, Wei Dian felt much more at ease.

He began to re-examine Xie An.

If he were outside, Xie An's age would naturally be past the age of practicing martial arts, and he would not have much success. However, the Tang Family Fort specializes in health cultivation, which one is not a late bloomer?

Meng Hu is a late bloomer, Tang Taoye is, Tang Qingyun and Tang Qingfeng are too.

Therefore, Wei Dian did not dare to rashly say Xie An's future achievements.

While Wei Dian picked up the cool buns and chewed them, he thought in his heart: Perhaps, if I impart everything I know, he can really master the Chongshan Saber?

Splash!

Outside the door, thunder flashed across the sky and rain curtain, shaking the earth as if it were trembling.

The huge roar interrupted Wei Dian's thoughts. He looked up at the window and saw the fine rain and heard bursts of different sounds.

Huh?

Wei Dian was curious, slowly walked to the gate, and then his pupils shrank deeply.

In the huge courtyard, an old man with white hair was standing in the pouring rain, practicing saber techniques meticulously.

Forward stab, horizontal chop, vertical slash.

Constantly repeating these three styles.

Let the cold raindrops hit his face, let the wet long hair stick to the corners of his mouth, let the thunder roar, all unable to shake the old man's will to practice the saber.

"My Baiyu Hall, how has there ever been such a person with great perseverance! He may really be able to master the Chongshan Saber."

Wei Dian's eyes bloomed with unprecedented brilliance, "Not for favor, not for Lin Yun, just for your great perseverance, it is worth my all to help you!"