A fledgling young swordsman met a newly minted female swordsman. In the end, he suffered a crushing defeat and could only beg the female swordsman to spare his life. After sending Sweet Potato back to rest, Hsu Fengnian did not expect to be able to do that kind of thing on the dragon throne in the palace in the next few days. Women had just broken out of their melons, so to have sex every day would be too ungentlemanly. Hsu Fengnian returned to the roof of the palace alone and sat in a daze. During this time, he nurtured his sword and Xuan Lei. After that, he dripped his blood on the Spring Plum Blossoms. After dawn, the morning glow slowly bloomed on the eastern horizon. Hsu Fengnian looked at the magnificent scene above the Nine Heavens. At this moment, the melodious morning bell of the Giant Fairy Palace rang out. For some reason, perhaps because the battle on Changle Peak had vented all his anger, Hsu Fengnian felt a surge of noble spirit in his chest. The flow of his Qi was much faster than usual, especially when he stood up and saw with his own eyes that the morning glow between heaven and earth moved from east to west. When the ray of morning glow fell before his eyes, Hsu Fengnian sat cross-legged. His Flying Sword was exposed from his sleeves, and the Flying Sword's sword aura exploded.
This Flying Sword, which was only of average quality among the Twelve Flying Swords, flew out of his hand and spun happily without control.
It was like a monster in a fantasy. After hundreds of years of arduous cultivation, it was enlightened in a single day.
The Sword Embryo was complete.
There was a sword coming from the east.
Xu Fengnian was wild with joy. He had worn out his iron shoes in vain, only to find what he was looking for without any effort. Immediately he did not need any qi to guide him. With a thought, the flying sword, Morning Dew, flashed and disappeared. Wherever his heart pointed, the sword would follow. After teasing for a long time, Hsu Fengnian's mind was filled with an unworthy thought. Damn it, I can finally nurture one less sword! Hsu Fengnian was not in a hurry to put away his sword. He quietly sat where he was and watched the Morning Dew's flight path. His eyes gradually revealed an expression of shock. He tightly pursed his lips and gnashed his teeth. "What a Đồng Thái. The wonder of the Flying Sword does not lie in the Flying Sword itself. It does not even nurture the sword. It lies in the hidden sword technique!"
Hsu Fengnian self-deprecatingly said, "If I had said it earlier, given my personality, I would have definitely racked my brain to find a shortcut. It's better not to say it.."
Hsu Fengnian raised his smiling face. His five fingers flipped and the Flying Sword circled around him. He looked like a delicate and naive girl who had just experienced her first awakening of love. The more Hsu Fengnian watched, the more he wanted to laugh. This was probably the joy of practicing martial arts. On the path of martial arts, the heavens would not let down those who worked hard. If there were some more opportunities, there would be all kinds of glimmers of hope. There would be a pleasant surprise of jumping out of the well. Hsu Fengnian put the Morning Dew back into his sword pouch and jumped off the roof. He walked through the Purple Gold Palace and returned to Qingqiu Zhai. Using the only memory he had before he started practicing blade martial arts, he clearly recognized the layout of the palace courtyard from above. He would not get lost. Perhaps because of Sweet Potato's words, some of the palace maids and eunuchs who had woken up early to work were very respectful. Although they did not kneel, they still stood with their heads lowered, not daring to take a second look.
Seeing her leaning against the courtyard door waiting for his return, Hsu Fengnian was somewhat absent-minded.
Sweet Potato said softly, "Young Master, I have already prepared a bowl of plain porridge and a few side dishes according to your taste."
Hsu Fengnian tapped her forehead. "Don't you know some ways to maintain your health? Don't you know how to slack off? "
Sweet Potato smiled. "That is the life of the young ladies. I can't envy them, and I don't like it either. Being exposed to the wind will make you cold. Being exposed to the sun will make you heatstroke. Crying after reading a few lines of palace maid poetry is not the temperament of our Beiliang women. "
Hsu Fengnian finished his breakfast. In today's world, the rich usually ate three meals, while the poor ate two. As for those who were qualified to raise palace maids and eunuchs, they were no longer wealthy in the ordinary sense. In this way, Sweet Potato, who could wear a dragon robe and play the role of an empress, was indeed much more wealthy than the young ladies. She single-handedly controlled the life and death of seventy to eighty thousand people in Dunhuang City. In the end, when it came to Hsu Fengnian, she was still a maidservant. Hsu Fengnian really couldn't find anything to be discontent about. He came to the study room that was like being in the Beiliang Palace in Wutongin. The large red sandalwood table was filled with secret files that Sweet Potato had brought over and her aunt's handwritten handwriting. Hsu Fengnian saw a brass scroll painting. He glanced at Sweet Potato, who was standing beside him and grinding with her sleeves rolled up. He saw the corners of her mouth curl up. He opened it to take a look. As expected, it was a portrait that was obviously drawn by a court painter. She wore a bright phoenix crown and had the posture of a mother model. Hsu Fengnian went back and forth between the painting and Sweet Potato several times. He clicked his tongue and said, "It's really similar. The shape is seventy and a half, and the spirit is sixty."
Seeing Sweet Potato's burning gaze, Hsu Fengnian expressionlessly waved his hand and said, "Rest for two days."
She tilted her head and smiled.
Hsu Fengnian slapped her buttocks and said with a smile, "Virtue! Outside of Wutongin, you are unbearably wild. Wait until this young master restores his strength. Next time, I will definitely make you beg for mercy. "
Hsu Fengnian didn't touch the secret manuals that martial artists yearned for even in their dreams. His Tide-listening Pavilion didn't have enough of them. Those martial artists whose innate talents weren't lacking were like housewives who couldn't cook without rice. They didn't have a great teacher to guide them, nor did they have a master to guide them through the door, nor did they have a secret manual to help them enter the room. It was indeed difficult for them to move forward. Their heroic spirit was lacking, and it was difficult for them to make a name for themselves. However, these two things weren't rare for the children of influential families. On one hand, they didn't have enough willpower, and they couldn't bear the suffering of sailing against the current. On the other hand, a large part of it was because there were too many paths leading to higher realms, to the point where they didn't know where to start. Or perhaps they went astray. If they learned all kinds of martial arts and read all the secret manuals, it would instead be difficult for them to become a grandmaster. As for Hsu Fengnian, who was close to Wang Xianzhi, he knew that he shouldn't bite off more than he could chew. As a result, he had always picked secret manuals that were beneficial to his blade technique. Now that he had Wang Xianzhi's blade technique manual, he was even more undistracted. Hsu Fengnian was working so hard because he truly felt that if he didn't put his life on the line to practice martial arts, he wouldn't be able to face the fellow who had been sloppy and thieving with him and was still carrying a wooden sword. The next time they met, once his identity was discovered, wouldn't he be chopped to death by Wen Hua's wooden sword?
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