Ye Fan felt that he needed to think quietly by himself. Otherwise, he wouldn't know where to start if he just walked and watched.
If he didn't know that the Ling father and son wouldn't lie to him, he would have thought that this was nonsense. How could there be such a "sword manual"?
Ling Qingfeng said, "Of course you can. Then White Light and I will leave first. Mr. Ye, don't worry and watch from here. No one from the Hidden Sword Pavilion will come in today."
"Thank you, Elder Ling." Ye Fan knew that this was a great trust in him. After all, the Hidden Sword Pavilion was the most important place in Mount Shu.
"Hehe, Mr. Ye is too courteous. Mr. Ye has done a great favor for our Ling family. Moreover, the Imperial Sword Technique has been searching for a successor for thousands of years.
"With Mr. Ye's powerful talent, he might really be able to bring this miraculous sword art back to the world." Ling Qingfeng smiled. leaf
Fan Xian smiled bitterly, "I'm still confused. Let's take a look first. I don't dare to say that I'm more talented than so many seniors. I'm actually one of those who spend time training hard. Elder Ling, please don't hold too much hope."
"Mr. Ye, there's no need to be modest. We won't disturb you any longer, so we'll be leaving first."
Ling Qingfeng and Ling Baiyi didn't say anything else as they turned around and left the Hidden Sword Pavilion.
When the secret room quieted down, he calmed his heart and began to look at the sword marks one by one.
As he looked, he tried to figure out what kind of sword path it was that could carve these sword scars on it.
And between these sword scars, what kind of rules and connections did they have?
However, at a rough glance, there were over a thousand of them, extending from the bottom all the way to the stone wall that was seven to eight meters tall. Just to finish looking at all of these sword scars, Ye Fan had to spend more than half a day.
Unknowingly, the sky had darkened. Fortunately, Ye Fan's eyes could still see clearly in the darkness, so he wasn't too affected.
The moonlight hit the mirror in the middle. The mirror began to reflect the moonlight, and the surrounding stone walls became more and more hazy.
Ye Fan had been standing there for so long, and most of the sword marks had already been memorized in his mind, but he still couldn't see anything.
Therefore, Ye Fan simply lay down and looked up at the sword marks on the entire stone wall.
After observing it over and over again, Ye Fan suddenly discovered that there were a few sword scars. Lying down and looking at it, it seemed to be a little different from when he was standing up …
Ye Fan frowned and quickly got up. After finding a sword mark, he stood, squatted, and then lay down. After looking at it from different angles, he discovered that this sword mark seemed to have been drawn while lying down!
This was because the lower side of the sword mark was slightly more worn, which meant that the angle of the sword was facing upwards.
Under normal circumstances, a sword wouldn't leave such a mark. After all, the height of a martial artist was there, and it wouldn't be a dwarf wielding a sword here …
The reason why there were such sword scars was because the sword of the Sword Control Technique was not held by a person. Instead, it could freely attack from different angles …
Ye Fan's mind suddenly quivered! Yes! When he looked at these sword marks, he couldn't look at them from a human's point of view, but from a sword's point of view!
Because, in a sense, the traces left behind by the Imperial Sword Technique were not 'done by man', but by 'done by the sword'!
After figuring this out, Ye Fan began to re-examine every single sword mark. He imagined that if he was the flying sword that flew around and left behind these marks …
Then, what was the trajectory, the way he exerted his strength, and the change in frequency …
In order to better observe these sword marks, Ye Fan jumped up and down. From time to time, he would even climb onto the stone wall through some protruding rocks.
Relying on his astonishing physical strength, he constantly looked at these sword scars from all angles.
Ye Fan was like a sponge, crazily absorbing the information left behind by every sword mark in the secret room. How did that legendary ancient sword immortal do all of this …
Unknowingly, Ye Fan didn't know how much time had passed. He was already sitting cross-legged on the ground and closing his eyes. His mind was filled with sword marks, and the origins of each one were much clearer than before.
"Even if I know the flight trajectory of the sword, how did he manage to control the sword so freely? The speed of the connection and the way it flies also seem to be different …" leaf
Fan Xian muttered to himself. He originally thought that he understood these sword marks, but he discovered that the deeper he looked, the more he didn't understand!
"Forget it, I've already remembered it. Let's go out first." Ye Fan saw that it was already late and his stomach was hungry, so he walked out of the Hidden Sword Pavilion.
The bright moon hung high in the sky, and the night wind blew gently.
Arriving outside the sword pavilion, there were four Body Refinement Realm disciples guarding the entrance.
"Mr. Ye, you're out." One of the leading disciples bowed respectfully.
Ye Fan nodded, "When did you guys come? Didn't Elder Ling say that no one would come today?"
The disciple was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Mr. Ye, you might be too engrossed. You have already been inside for two days and nights, and today is the third night."
"What?!" Ye Fan was stunned, he quickly took out his phone, his phone was almost out of battery, and there was no signal inside.
As expected! The third day!
Ye Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Elder Ling and the others are really something, not coming to tell me."
"The Great Elder and the Sect Leader have both been here, telling us not to disturb Mr. Ye." The disciple said with a smile.
Ye Fan smiled and nodded, patted that person's shoulder, and walked back to his guest room.
Just as he arrived at the guest room, he saw Ling Yu Wei standing at the door with a basket in her hand.
"Miss Ling?" Ye Fan was puzzled, "Are you waiting for me?"
"Nonsense, if I'm not waiting for you, could it be that I'm waiting for some ghost?" Ling Yu Wei rolled her eyes. leaf
Fan Xian asked curiously, "How did you know I would come back now?"
Ling Yu Wei made a phone gesture and said, "I told the senior brother guarding the Hidden Sword Pavilion that you came out. Give me a call." leaf
Fan Xian felt a strange feeling in his heart. Why was this woman so concerned about him?
Looking at the basket in the woman's hand, which seemed to be a lunch box, he felt that the matter was even more subtle. He said, "Is Miss Ling afraid that I'm hungry?"
"You haven't eaten for three days, aren't you hungry?" Ling Yu Wei asked.
"Hungry," Ye Fan said truthfully, and said with an embarrassed smile, "I was fine just now, but now that I smell the food, I'm immediately hungry."
Ling Yu Wei seemed to be quite happy, "I knew it. Let's go in, the food is still hot, I just took it out from the kitchen."
Although Ye Fan felt warm in his heart, he couldn't help but feel strange. It was so late at night, could it be that this woman had been waiting for him to come out? Otherwise, how could he have prepared the food so quickly and delivered it here?
"What are you standing there for? "Hurry up and go in," Ling Yu Wei said.
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