He casually picked up a branch from the ground and swung it lightly. The space made a few buzzing sounds and several sword energies were instantly slashed out, leaving traces on the ground and around.
"My friend, I think you may not know how difficult it is to practice swordsmanship. I have practiced to the level of a Grandmaster for forty years before I could comprehend the sword's meaning.
Your understanding of the sword's will is enough to prove your talent in swordsmanship, and you are in urgent need of guidance from a wise master."
"I see that you are extremely talented and a very capable person. As long as you accept me as your master, I will teach you everything I know and ensure that you will shine brightly in your swordsmanship. In time, you will become a swordsmanship master that will amaze everyone."
After Gu Duli withdrew his hand, he looked like a master, looking at Chu He with a smile on his face, expecting the other party to respond.
He had long wanted to find an apprentice to inherit his swordsmanship, but unfortunately, after several years, no one could satisfy him. Chu He in front of him was the perfect candidate.
He has understood the meaning of sword at such a young age, and with my guidance, it is only a matter of time before I surpass him.
Others who wanted to be his independent disciple didn't have the opportunity, let alone he was a grandmaster, a being above everyone else.
I don’t believe that you won’t be moved.
Chu He looked at Gu Duli with the eyes of a mentally retarded person. He had to admit that this old man was quite something, not much.
It turned out that he wanted to take me in as his disciple.
It’s a pity that the Lianqi layer is not worthy of being his master.
"Old man, you should find someone else." Chu He walked away without interest.
"Hey, hey, hey... my friend, don't go! Think about it. With your talent, you will definitely shine in the future. You can't let it be buried like this."
"Not interested."
"My friend..."
Seeing that Chu He wanted to leave, Gu Duli didn't expect that the other party would be so disrespectful to him.
If it were anyone else, Gu Duli would have exploded long ago, but Chu He was different. He was a true genius, so how could he be allowed to leave so easily?
He wanted to persuade him again, as he didn't want to miss such a good opportunity.
Soon someone saw an old man chasing a young man on the road, while the young man looked speechless and even impatient.
"You old bitch! You're so annoying." Chu He became impatient with the question and stopped.
If the old man has such perseverance, he might as well use it to repair the chain, and his strength will surely increase steadily.
"Young man, don't you really want to consider it?" Gu Duli followed behind him, not giving in.
"Don't consider it." Chu He said ruthlessly.
If it weren't for the fact that Gu Duli was an old man and had no hostility towards him, Chu He would have been unable to bear it long ago.
Gu Duli was like a dog-skin plaster, constantly chasing Chu He and asking questions, even ignoring his own dog.
Chu He pretended not to hear and ignored the old bitch behind him.
Soon Chu He suddenly stopped and looked straight at a figure that suddenly appeared in front of him.
The latter was delighted and said, "Have you thought it through, young friend?"
Even if what you get by persisting is not suitable for you, it’s fine as long as it is useful.
But soon, Gu Duli noticed that something was wrong in the atmosphere.
Why does it smell so familiar?
Gu Duli had a strange look on his face, and suddenly he felt a familiar breath.
He looked towards Chu He, only to see Chu He staring straight ahead, and in front of him was a figure that was very familiar to Gu Duli.
He raised his eyes in surprise, and soon his pupils trembled.
Not far away, an old man in black robes was standing there, staring at the two of them with a pair of eagle eyes, and in his hand was an unsheathed sword.
But the man stared at Gu Duli, with an evil smile on his lips, his eyes were icy cold and filled with endless murderous intent.
Gu Duli's mind sank, and he became alert. With a hint of fear in his deep old eyes, he looked at the figure on the bicycle in front of him, gritting his teeth as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Miyamoto Ichiro..."