Chen Yanshu was very smart since he was young, and he understood a lot of principles when he was nine years old.
He knew that his parents died while fighting against the horned demon, and even many people in their Shen family died in this way.
In addition to the Shen family, there were many other families that sacrificed, too many to count.
They, the human cultivators, have an irreconcilable feud with the horned demons.
Chen Yanshu also has hatred in his heart. This hatred will not affect his daily life, but it will affect his lifelong choices.
Most of the Shen family members are elegant and easy-going, and most of them are into calligraphy and painting.
Calligraphy and painting are what they love, but the horned demon is also what they worry about.
Few people in the Shen family can concentrate on calligraphy and painting without paying attention to the disturbances in the outside world.
They always think that if they fight hard this time, maybe in the next generation, or maybe in the next generation...
There will always be a descendant who can live in a truly peaceful and prosperous era thanks to the efforts of countless ancestors.
So even if they are not good at it, they will put down their pen and paper, pick up their swords, and rush to the battlefield.
They were not a wealthy family to begin with, and as time went by, their family members gradually dwindled.
Chen Yanshu felt that although his parents were good at calligraphy and painting, their swordsmanship might not be so good.
Both of them were gentle and easy-going people. Even though they had learned some sword techniques, they were too gentlemanly and their lethality was not that strong.
Chen Yanshu thought that if he wanted to learn, he would not be limited to sword techniques, knife techniques or anything else.
As long as he is good enough and can learn it well, he will learn it.
Seeing his determined look, great-uncle Shen was reluctant to let him go, but he still found a few friends who had a good relationship with him to teach Shen Yanshu separately. Finally, he confirmed that Shen Yanshu had more talent in swordsmanship.
Chen Yanshu decided at that time that he would go to Wanjian Sect for further training, even though his talent in swordsmanship was not particularly outstanding.
My great-uncle said this at the time: "Have you really thought it through? Your swordsmanship talent is outstanding among all cultivators, but if you are only in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect..."
"Let me put it this way. With your spiritual roots, as long as nothing unexpected happens, you can be accepted as a direct disciple by any of the seven major sects."
"But your talent in swordsmanship is probably at the bottom among the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. Even many inner disciples may be stronger than you. Can you accept this?"
Chen Yanshu nodded and said, "I can do it. My swordsmanship talent is not the best, but it is not the worst either."
"As long as you work hard, you can always make up for some of the shortcomings."
"And I can spend two or three times as much time as others to practice..."
"Silly child." Uncle Shen touched Shen Yanshu's head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "When you work hard, other disciples are also working hard. Where can you find two or three times more time than others?"
Young Chen Yanshu felt that time could be squeezed in. As long as he didn't sleep when others were sleeping, he could have a lot more time.
But after arriving at the Wanjian Sect, he found that he was too naive.
He practiced sword for an hour, but the effect was not as good as his mortal enemy Si Junzhan's half an hour, nor as good as his senior and junior brothers' quarter of an hour.
Not sleeping can only allow him to catch up with Si Junzhan's progress. After all, Si Junzhan goes to bed early and gets up early every day.
But facing Ye Zheng and Yun Feiyin...
At that time, Chen Yanshu thought they were just two beasts!
The young Chen Yanshu did not want to fall behind others, so he would get up in the dead of night and work hard secretly.
But the young Yun Feiyin was more energetic, and any movement from Chen Yanshu could instantly wake up the lightly sleeping Yun Feiyin.
At that time, Yun Feiyin was a little cutie in the eyes of Sect Master Ji and Ye Zheng, but a big terror in the eyes of Shen Yanshu.
When Chen Yanshu saw him come out, the hand holding the sword trembled.
Yun Feiyin glanced at him and said seriously, "Second Brother, although you are trying very hard, you can't let your hands shake!"
"You can't hold the sword steady like this."
"If you can't hold a sword steady, how can you be called a swordsman?"
"Come, let me show you."
How could Yun Feiyin demonstrate this? He simply practiced the sword techniques he had learned.
As for how to stop his hands from shaking and how to hold the sword steadily, Yun Feiyin couldn't say a word and just let Chen Yanshu figure it out himself.
Chen Yanshu couldn't understand it, but by watching Yun Feiyin practice sword, he could comprehend something else.
But before Yun Feiyin finished practicing his sword technique, Ye Zheng jumped out of the house and practiced sword with Yun Feiyin.
Chen Yanshu thought at the time that they were both animals! Their progress had already surpassed him by so much, yet they still wanted to compete with him!
Are you going to let him live?
Chen Yanshu felt that the normal method of rolling was no longer effective. He learned from his mistakes and secluded himself for half a year. He finally learned the ancestral method of Moying clone, which he could rely on to learn and practice more.
Finally, the clone disappears, and the clone's learning experience can be integrated into oneself.
With the help of his clone, although Chen Yanshu's swordsmanship progress is still not as good as Ye Zheng and Yun Feiyin, he is showing a tendency to surpass Si Junzhan, which scared Si Junzhan so much that he dared not sleep at night.
At that time, Chen Yanshu practiced sword really hard. His dream had always been to pick up the sword and go to the realm to fight against the horned demons. The more he killed, the better.
It was just fate that made him feel that even if he couldn't go to the realm and kill to his heart's content, he could still stabilize the rear while his fellows were fighting the horned demons.
There are many paths a person can take in his life. As long as he is still useful, he is not a useless person.
“Boom boom boom—”
A thunder that was dozens of times louder than the previous one exploded beside his ears, bringing Chen Yanshu back to his senses.
He looked at Si Junzhan who was undergoing the tribulation with worry in his eyes.
This thunder tribulation was even more intense than he had imagined. Ah Zhan...
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