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"Do you know swordsmanship?" Chu Li asked.
"I don't know swordsmanship, but I really want to learn," Yang Baoshu replied.
Chu Li shook his head. "It's not easy to practice swordsmanship. They say that three years of knife training is ten years of swordsmanship."
"I don't think they've used ten years."
"They haven't mastered it yet."
"Is that so … Mister, have you mastered it yet?" Yang Baoshu asked.
"Me? I'm still far from it." Chu Li smiled.
"I want to practice swordsmanship, can I? It's not too late, right?" Yang Baoshu asked.
"You're eighteen, right? If you practice for ten years, twenty-eight isn't too late." Chu Li gestured for him to sit down.
Yang Baoshu asked, "Mister, can you teach me?"
"My swordsmanship isn't good enough, it's just a flowery style." Chu Li shook his head.
Yang Baoshu looked at the long sword on the table in disappointment.
Even if it was just a flowery style, it was better than not knowing anything.
Looks like he's not willing to teach me. I'll have to ask my mother to prepare some gifts tomorrow, shouldn't I?
Chu Li lifted his teacup and took a sip.
Yang Baoshu stood up and left. Before he left, he looked at the long sword on the table reluctantly.
The next evening, he returned with a long piece of wood. After tinkering with it in the courtyard, he carved out a long sword. The shape and color were similar to the Modesty Sword, but it was a good craft.
Chu Li was still practicing his swordsmanship under the setting sun. His movements were slow as he searched for that vague feeling.
As long as he could capture this perfect fit, the Omniscient Mirror would be able to imprint it in his mind, and he would be considered to have mastered it. Unfortunately, this feeling was vague and unclear, as if there was a thick layer of fog covering it, and he could not touch it no matter how hard he tried.
All the martial arts secret manuals that he had read in his mind were fusing together to attack this layer of fog, and he was trying his best to push it away.
If one day was not enough, then two days were not enough, three days were not enough, and two days were not enough. He would succeed one day.
While he was practicing, Yang Baoshu climbed up a ladder to the top of the wall and looked at him with a smile.
Chu Li pretended not to see it and continued to practice his swordsmanship.
Yang Baoshu waved his wooden sword and mimicked Chu Li's movements.
He felt that using a wooden sword to practice this slow swordsmanship and sneaking a few glances was not considered a taboo in the martial arts world.
It was a pity that he couldn't feel the power of this sword technique at all. When such a sword technique was used, even a chicken couldn't be killed.
Chu Li closed his eyes and focused on the inside, ignoring the outside world.
It was only when dusk came and the lanterns were lit that he stopped.
When Yang Baoshu saw him open his eyes, he quickly waved his sword in greeting. "Mister, what do you think of my sword?"
Chu Li glanced at it. "Good sword!"
Yang Baoshu beamed with joy. "Mister, let me tell you, my skills have been passed down in my family. No one in West Wall Street can compare to me!"
Chu Li nodded. "Great craftsmanship."
"Do you want me to make another one for you?" Yang Baoshu asked. "Wooden swords are quite fragile."
"Thank you, but there's no need," Chu Li replied.
"Oh, alright then. Just let me know when you want one in the future, I'll definitely get you a better one!" Yang Baoshu replied disappointedly.
"Ouch! Ah! "
Yang Baoshu suddenly screamed and fell from the top of the wall. "Bastard, you even learned how to climb over the wall!"
Yang Baoshu's mother, Madam Zhou, yelled. "Bastard, you even learned how to climb over the wall! Why aren't you practicing your fist technique after eating? Why are you practicing with a broken sword? Are you crazy?! "Yang Baoshu's mother, Madam Zhou, yelled at him.
Yang Baoshu patted the mud off his body and said unhappily, "Mother, I'm practicing my sword."
"You haven't even mastered your fist technique yet, why are you practicing your sword? Don't you know that you're biting off more than you can chew? Practice your fist technique properly, you're not allowed to sleep if you don't practice twenty times today! "
"Mother, how many times have I practiced it? This Agile Monkey Fist is no good!" Yang Baoshu said disapprovingly. "It's not powerful at all, I can't beat anyone! That's why I want to practice my sword! "
"The Agile Monkey Fist is no good? You're the one who's useless. Your father used to practice this fist technique. He became an escort and traveled far and wide. He's very prestigious, why can't you do it? "Madam Zhou sneered.
"Yes, yes, I'm useless." Yang Baoshu saw his mother's expression change and quickly admitted defeat. "I'll definitely practice it. Twenty times, right? Twenty times it is!"
"That's more like it, hurry up!"
Chu Li smiled.
His Omniscient Mirror had already seen through Yang Baoshu's fist technique manual. The Agile Monkey Fist was indeed extraordinary, but most people would not be able to practice it.
All the spirit beasts had entered the Hundred-Thousand Hills, such as the Spirit Tiger and the Spirit Monkey. Almost no one in the world had seen the Spirit Monkey before.
As such, the essence of the Agile Monkey Fist could not be grasped. It was only the Agile Monkey Fist, but it could not be practiced to its full potential.
Yang Baoshu had practiced the Agile Monkey Fist like an orangutan fist. He had to use a lot of force, but he did not know that this was the opposite of the essence of the Agile Monkey Fist. Even if he practiced for a hundred years, he would not be able to grasp the essence of the Agile Monkey Fist, and its power would be limited.
That evening, Chu Li bought two boxes of pastries and returned home. Coincidentally, Yang Baoshu had returned as well.
"Mister, you're back." Yang Baoshu greeted him warmly.
Chu Li nodded slightly and did not say anything.
Yang Baoshu helplessly scratched his head.
'This weirdo is here again. Why does he pretend not to know me when we're on the streets? He doesn't even say a word to me. It's fine in my house, he's well-mannered. What a weirdo!'
Chu Li held the pastries in one hand and placed the other behind his back as he walked slowly.
Yang Baoshu's pace was originally brisk, but seeing that Chu Li was walking so slowly, he could not be rude and overtake him. Therefore, he could only walk with him, making Yang Baoshu very anxious.
Chu Li glanced at him and signaled with his eyes.
Yang Baoshu understood that Chu Li wanted him to leave first, so he closed fist saluted and hurried away.
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Dusk fell and the lanterns were lit. Chu Li was still practicing his swordsmanship in the courtyard.
In the morning, he practiced the Heavenly Demonic Power, the Art of White Tiger, and the Sentient Menace. In the afternoon, he practiced the Scripture of Duality and the Seven Forms of Godly Sword at night.
Other than the time he went out for a walk, he spent most of his time cultivating. Without any distractions, he calmed himself down and cultivated. His progress was very fast.
He thought to himself that if he focused on cultivating like this, it would not be impossible for him to catch up to High Duke Lu. Unfortunately, this would not last long. What a pity.
As he slowly practiced his swordsmanship, Yang Baoshu climbed up the wall again. "Mister, mister, my mother made some dumplings. Have a taste."
As he spoke, he dragged the ladder up to Chu Li's courtyard and carried a plate of steaming hot dumplings down.
Without waiting for Chu Li to speak, he placed it on the stone table. "My mother's cooking is very good too. Have a taste!"
As he spoke, he passed him a pair of chopsticks.
Chu Li looked at him and took the chopsticks to taste a dumpling. Although the filling was vegetarian, his mouth was full of fragrance. It was indeed very good.
"How is it? Delicious?" Yang Baoshu said proudly.
"Not bad." Chu Li nodded in satisfaction.
Recently, his mouth had suffered a lot. The restaurants in Qing Yun Town and Yang Xu's cooking skills were far from Xue Ling's.
Suddenly eating such delicious food made him very emotional.
"Come, come, Mister, sit down and eat!" Yang Baoshu used his sleeve to wipe the wooden stump.
Chu Li sat down.
Yang Baoshu said again, "Mister, this sword is in the way."
As he spoke, he pushed the treasure sword on the stone table to the side.
He pushed it and showed a surprised expression.
'This is not right, this is not a wooden sword!'
"Mister, let me see this treasure sword. Just one look." Yang Baoshu stared at the Modesty Sword with a cheeky smile.
Chu Li had already eaten two dumplings. "Alright, I'll take a look."
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