At the same time, the new disciples who joined the Abandoned Sword Villa on the second day of the second lunar month began their new martial arts practice under the guidance of the old masters in the villa according to their different qualifications and strength.
The Abandoned Sword Villa was not so much a sect as it was the top martial arts practice ground of the Nine Underworlds.
Three hundred years of accumulation made the martial arts books here as vast as the sea. Basically, anyone could find a suitable martial art for themselves. Because of this, they broke through the shackles of their original birth and set foot on a realm that was originally impossible to reach.
Many of the martial artists who practiced in the Abandoned Sword Villa stayed in the villa for the rest of their lives. Even if they returned to their original sect or family, they would be branded with the Abandoned Sword Villa. Therefore, the owner of the Abandoned Sword Villa might not be the most powerful master in the world, but it was completely reasonable to say that he was the actual master of the martial arts world.
This model was completely different from the traditional martial arts sects that kept their own knowledge. It originated from the founder of the villa, Shen Mengtian, who selflessly shared his martial arts experience with the world. After the efforts of successive owners of the villa, it finally became a wave that swept the world.
Compared to three hundred years ago, the number of people practicing martial arts had increased a hundred times, and the number of top masters had also increased greatly.
The golden age of martial arts was about to arrive.
Originally, the Third Young Master Shen would have been the brightest star in this golden age of martial arts. Although he was now dim, it did not affect the overall situation.
And the owner of this golden age of martial arts was the owner of the Abandoned Sword Villa, Shen Shou.
He was already past the age of knowing his destiny, and his hair had already turned white. Since the accident of his third son, Shen Zhenyi, his expression had become more dispirited and haggard. Even when it was a big event like recruiting new disciples, he did not feel too relieved.
"… Junior Brother Zhou Wenzi's performance this time was excellent. It should not be difficult for him to break through to the seventh realm within ten years. He has great potential, and the villa will have another master on the Heavenly List …" In the main hall of the Abandoned Sword Villa, the person who bowed to report to Shen Shou was his eldest son, Shen Baihe, the head of the Four Young Masters of the martial arts world.
Shen Baihe was twenty-seven years old, with a mustache around his lips. He was dressed meticulously, and his expression was very reserved. There was not the slightest trace of his former elegance. Sandwiched between his father, who was one of the top ten masters, and his outstanding younger brother, he looked more like an honest housekeeper of a mountain villa.
Shen Shou nodded and smiled bitterly. "No matter how many experts there are on the Heaven Roll, who can compare to Third Brother?"
Shen Baihe's expression stiffened. He lowered his head and remained silent.
Shen Shou also knew that he had misspoken, so he explained, "I'm just lamenting for a moment. It's a great achievement for you to be able to bring Zhou Wenzi back to the villa. His talent is not below yours, it's just that he lacks the Dharma Access of cultivation. In the end, Shangqing Palace and their Zhou Clan's foundation is shallow. Did he choose to cultivate at the Nine Dragon Reflection Rampart? If I can stay in the villa for ten years, I might be able to see the path to the eighth realm. "
Shen Baihe raised his head and said with a smile, "Junior Martial Brother Zhou must be very happy to hear Father's words."
He had stepped into the seventh realm of martial arts a step earlier than Zhou Wenzi. As a young man who was not yet thirty years old, this was truly an outstanding performance that was worthy of praise. But with the Third Young Master Shen in front of him, even his success seemed to be somewhat overshadowed.
Fortunately, he had never shown any jealousy towards his younger brother. He had only been conscientiously doing what he had to do.
"Recently, has there been any news from Third Brother at the back of the mountain?" Shen Shou was still worried about his youngest son. After all the matters in the villa were settled, he turned his head and asked his eldest son.
Shen Baihe said respectfully, "I haven't heard from Third Brother for a long time. After these two days of work, I'll go up the mountain to see him and see if I can persuade him to come down the mountain."
Chapter 5: Medicinal Bath
The next morning, when Shen Baihe was at the back of the mountain, Shen Zhenyi was sitting on the mountain peak as usual, watching the sunrise.
Cynanchum Chinense had been sent by him to practice her basic skills.
— — This made the girl who was already at the fifth realm of martial arts very confused. She thought that she had long passed this stage. But with one sentence from the Third Young Master Shen, she had no choice but to obey obediently.
"That's how I practiced back then."
Shen Zhenyi practiced like this. At the age of fourteen, he broke through to the Meditation Realm and defeated one of the top ten experts, Sword Maniac Zuo Tianxing, becoming the number one swordsman in the world. So Cynanchum Chinense had no way to refute. She could only obediently go to the horse stance.
Shen Baihe still saw the lonely figure of Shen Zhenyi sitting in front of the sword mound.
He clenched his fist, his fingernails piercing the flesh of his palm. He reluctantly stepped forward and said with a smile, "Third Brother is really here. Last night when he talked to Father about you, he was still very worried."
Shen Zhenyi turned his head and said indifferently, "Thank you for your concern, Big Brother. This time, I'm not dead yet."
Shen Baihe's pupils suddenly contracted.
He vigilantly and quietly took half a step back. His right hand pinched a sword sign in his sleeve. He cautiously said, "Third Brother, why do you say such ominous words? Although your injuries are serious, your life is no longer in danger … "
Shen Zhenyi did not care. He slowly pushed the wheelchair down the mountain and brushed past Shen Baihe. He did not even look at him.
Only his faint voice remained in the wind.
"The Buddha Sword was a proud disciple of Master Liu Ru. If he dies here, the Lanke Temple will find out sooner or later. Big Brother, you have to take care of the aftermath … "
Shen Baihe broke out in a cold sweat again.
He knew! He knew all along! Shen Baihe roared in his heart. The stiffness of his neck made him unable to turn around and face his brother.
"Also —"
When Shen Zhenyi moved to a corner in the distance, he paused and added, "If you want to kill me, there are not enough people in the seventh realm of martial arts. There is no need to add unnecessary casualties."
In the eyes of his genius brother, was the seventh realm of martial arts as worthless as cabbages?
Shen Baihe felt bitter in his mouth. He finally mustered up the courage to turn around. At this time, Shen Zhenyi had disappeared into the short woods in front of him.
"I am only in the seventh realm of martial arts …" Shen Baihe laughed self-deprecatingly. Even a young talent like the Buddha Sword died silently in the back mountain of the Abandoned Sword Villa. Could it be that only the Top Ten Masters could get rid of the monstrous Third Young Master Shen?
He was stunned in the wind for a long time. Then he followed the original path down the mountain. His face was full of fear.
"I think I saw the Eldest Young Master when I was running," Cynanchum Chinense appeared in front of Shen Zhenyi, panting. "He seemed a little unhappy."
"He has done something wrong, so he can't get over it." Shen Zhenyi was too lazy to say more.
The back mountain of the Abandoned Sword Villa was not the wilderness. With so many assassins coming in, it would be strange if there were no spies. Shen Zhenyi was wise and farsighted. It was just that some people were still pretending to be stupid.
Of course, for Shen Zhenyi, these were just trivial things. He would not care at all if ants came to kill him, let alone be angered.
What he pursued was always the Supreme Sword Dao.
No matter where he was.
"Young Master, I have finished running … What's next? Can we rest now? "
Cynanchum Chinense was very curious about their relationship, but she was too tired to cultivate. She could not wait to go back to take a bath and sleep.
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