"Please teach me, Senior."
Before she finished her words, the other party had already attacked. His tactics were as sharp and changeable as Su Pingchuan's that day, but they were obviously more restrained and unpredictable.
She gathered her energy and concentrated her mind, and just after she had blocked three moves, she told her opponent to turn around and chase after her, knocking the iron sword in his hand to the ground.
Xiao Nanhui clasped his fists awkwardly, but before he could admit defeat, the other party had already made a conclusion.
"This level is not even top or second."
If someone influential in the underworld heard this, he would definitely feel embarrassed.
Not to mention martial arts competitions, which are essentially rituals for communication and growth, where seniors often give juniors some leeway. Even in duels between masters, courtesy is often emphasized. Otherwise, even if you win, you could easily be criticized and labeled as arrogant and lacking martial ethics.
But there are some who don't care about any of this, let alone their reputation. This person is one of them.
Xiao Nanhui adjusted his expression and said with a suppressed voice.
"I'm sorry that my skills are so poor and I made you laugh at me, senior."
The other party obviously didn't feel any sense of accomplishment about her surrender, but didn't seem to intend to let her go.
"But if I'm given a few days of training, I can call myself a swordsman when I go out and hang out."
Li Yuanyuan spoke slowly, stealing glances at her as he spoke, with a childish look of inquiry in his eyes.
Before Xiao Nanhui could react, Ding Weixiang, who was not far away, suddenly coughed and quickly gave her a look.
She never knew that this guard with a stiff expression could have such a flexible eye, and she immediately understood what the other party meant.
Li Yuanyuan wanted to teach her swordsmanship.
She was a little surprised, but more confused.
From childhood to adulthood, she had thought about learning swordsmanship, archery, and even lances, but she had never considered learning the sword. Because she wanted to win so badly. To gain a foothold in the barracks, she had to win. To survive on the battlefield, she had to win even more.
Therefore, her best skill was spearmanship, followed by archery. Xiao Zhun taught her the former personally, while the latter was the skill she had put the most effort into privately.
The sword is not the weapon that brings victory the fastest, and those who learn it often do not aim to kill the enemy.
She thought that there would never be a day in her life when she would want to learn sword.
How could Li Yuanyuan not see the conflicted look on her face? She took a few steps forward and hooked her toes, and the iron sword that had fallen to the ground returned to her hand. Then she turned her wrist, and the rusty iron sword made a crisp sound and sank into the trunk of a camphor tree next to her.
"The Zhejian Sect's swordsmanship is characterized by its ability to adapt to various situations. It takes at least ten years to master the art from the very beginning. Even the boy's skills are nine-tenths off, so only a few can achieve success. You are not a member of my sect, and I have never accepted you as my disciple. I will only repay you by teaching you a set of swordsmanship I created. This does not violate the rules of the sect. I am not very patient, so I will only wait for you for ten steps. If you miss this opportunity, you will never get it again. Think it over carefully."
After saying that, Li Yuanyuan walked into the yard.
One step, two steps, three steps... Xiao Nanhui clenched his fists.
Ever since the string was broken, she was like a hawk without feathers or a mountain goat without horns, and she had lost the ability to fly or jump.
Maybe the sword is not the most suitable weapon for her, but she cannot be without a weapon in her hands.
Four steps, five steps, six steps... sweat broke out on her palms.
That night on the mountain road of Douchen Ridge, if she could use her superb swordsmanship, could she kill Yan Zi and avenge Shrike?
She knew that Shrike, Cuckoo, and Uncle Chen would never return. But she still had people she wanted to protect. If she were to encounter the same situation again, would she just watch it happen again?
Seven steps, eight steps, nine steps... She closed her eyes, but her heart found lasting peace.
She didn't have to carry a sword every day from now on, but at this moment she needed the ability and courage to wield the sword.
The reason she holds a sword is not to kill, but to protect. She wants to have the ability to protect others.
The sun was setting, smoke curled from the chimney beside the small stone house, chickens, having eaten, were clamoring in the coop, and on the distant hillside a flock of sheep slowly descended like a cloud...
She took a step forward, struggled to pull out the iron sword stuck in the camphor wood, and carefully wiped off the thin layer of dust on the sword with her sleeve.
"Thank you, senior."
Li Yuanyuan finally stopped and turned around meaningfully.
"Have you thought about it?"
She held the iron sword in her hand in front of her chest with a determined look in her eyes.
"I've thought it through."
The old woman smiled, walked a few steps to her, stretched out her hand and gently pressed the iron sword, and the sword split into two, becoming two thin and sharp twin swords.
"These twin swords have no name, but they are modeled after the sword of armor removal. The blade of the sword of armor removal is two feet and seven inches, and the hilt is three inches and a half inches, yet it weighs only eleven ounces and four qian. The blade's edge is as thin as a cicada's wing, extremely hard and flexible. When not infused with energy, it can cling to a woman's skin without scratching her. When infused with energy, it can cut through gold and stone."
Li Yuanyuan stopped smiling, and her aura changed instantly. The ordinary iron sword in her hand suddenly exuded an overwhelming murderous aura.
"Look, I'm only doing this once."
"This sword technique is called Soul-Splitting, and it has only thirteen moves in total. Of these thirteen moves, only one is a killing move, for it is the seat of the soul. One must retreat in order to advance, and sacrifice one's life for righteousness."
After the old woman finished speaking, she raised her sword and danced.
As her movements became faster and faster, and the sword in her hand danced faster and faster, the leisurely and tranquil pastoral scenery around her seemed to gradually blur into the distance, replaced by a majestic scene like the boundless mountains and rivers and the endless seas.
In just thirteen moves, each one seems ordinary, but it returns to the essence and enters the whole, and is simple yet ingenious. The moves are connected from beginning to end and are connected everywhere. The sword energy flows smoothly and almost naturally.
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