Flying Star City.

In the secret room where Chen Feiyang practices martial arts at night.

"Master, I felt very strange at that time."

Chen Feiyang held the sword and gestured clumsyly. After that day, even if he waved the nineteen ancient sword styles, he could no longer find the feeling of flowing like a dance, making people want to sing and cry.

He was inexplicably surprised.

It was like seeing the bright spring scenery outside the window, but when I looked harder, I was blocked by a white haze, hazy and unreal.

The old man in Qing was silent for a long time.

"Feiyang, I didn't expect you to see the soul of martial arts so early."

His tone was filled with relief and a hint of determination.

"The...soul of martial arts?"

Chen Feiyang raised his eyebrows, not sure why.

The old man in Qingyi sighed, "In fact, any martial arts should have a soul. It embodies the joys, angers, sorrows and sorrows of the creator and has a deep imprint. Only by truly experiencing the soul of martial arts can this martial arts be fully displayed and even reborn-"

"But the rise of new martial arts has made this perception of the soul of martial arts become stereotyped and boring."

"I'm very concerned about standards, strength, speed and skills, but I can't understand the beauty contained in martial arts."

"Although such martial arts can reach powers that have never been achieved by our predecessors, I think it will have its limits in the end."

The old man in green looked up at the sky, and the virtual stars were flashing, as if he was responding to his sigh.

The new martial arts requires standards, accuracy and consistency. As long as the standards can be met, accuracy and consistency, it can exert 100% of its power.

"But, aren't power, speed and skills the foundation of martial arts?"

Chen Feiyang scratched his head, not sure.

Compared with these, the vague and ethereal "beauty" or "soul" is really elusive.

Ordinary people practice martial arts simply for higher, faster and stronger; on the battlefield, the significance of martial arts lies in more efficient killing and destruction.

These, the accuracy of new martial arts, including mechanical martial arts, electronic martial arts, genetic martial arts and information martial arts, are even more meaningful.

"Yes, that's right."

The old man in green nodded.

"Even if you are a teacher, you have never understood the mystery, but I think this may be the so-called secret of the mind."

He looked at Chen Feiyang with sympathy.

"Since you have experienced the soul of martial arts, you may have to embark on a thorny road in the future. You will continue to doubt and make continuous choices until you determine the final direction."

"With your qualifications, you didn't have to worry about it so much..."

The old man in Qing sighed and paused for a long time before speaking in an extremely low voice, "It is said that your original martial arts is the front line of obsession with being a teacher, and maybe... it will harm you."

"How could it be!"

Chen Feiyang quickly grabbed the sleeve of the old man in Qingyi and smiled.

"If it weren't for Master, I would still be an auditor who knows nothing and can only be bullied by others. But now, I am already a seven-star, no... maybe an eight-star teenager!"

"How could I have been to this point without a master?"

"I am only grateful to Master!"

His words became more and more serious and respectful, which was what he said in his heart.

"Good boy."

The old man in Qingyi touched his head, "I know you won't have any complaints, but what's going on in the future really depends on your own efforts."

He hesitated for a while and finally nodded.

"In a while, it will be your birthday soon."

"I will give you a gift."

"OK!"

Chen Feiyang was overjoyed, "Is it a new martial arts? My 19 styles of ancient swords have been meticulous. Master, you should teach me new skills!"

"You will know then."

The old man in green patted his shoulder, "As for the memorable things, it may not be. The sword is endless, so don't be complacent!"

"yes!"

After hearing the master's lesson, Chen Feiyang took advantage of the teachings.

"Practice your sword!"

"yes!"

In the quiet room, the sword light was shining. No matter what the situation was, Chen Feiyang never stopped working hard to practice.

boom--

The spacecraft slowly landed at the airport of Feixing City with a huge roar.

This kind of large spacecraft between galaxies is not common, and it only has a few flights a week, with the runway empty.

Shen Zheng, I was wearing a black windbreaker, frowned and stood at the bottom of the runway, watching the hatch opening.

"Dean Chen, this is the class!"

"Old Yang should be on the boat!"

Shen Zheng, Coach Qian and others around me stretched their necks, looking at them with a flattering look.

Yang Xiong, a professor at the Advanced Armor Academy, is about to visit the Shenji Academy!

This is sensational news.

Yang Xiong was originally a graduate of the Shenji Academy, but that happened decades ago. Since he entered the Advanced Armor Academy to further study, he has been in the Shenkuro Galaxy. Forty years have passed in a flash. He has gradually become an ordinary student to a senior researcher. After publishing many important papers and making subversive contributions to the Armor mechanical system, he is now the authority in Armor design and theory.

I don’t know why he suddenly had nostalgia and actually returned to this place where he grew up when he was a teenager.

"It's him!"

"Now! Yes!"

An old man with white hair stepped out of the cabin door, stepped onto the gangway, and met Shen Zheng from afar. He stopped smiling and raised his hand and waved it gently.

The teachers who accompanied him to the greeting immediately exclaimed.

"Why are you back?"

After the noisy and exaggerated welcome ceremony, Professor Yang declined the invitation to the dinner and stepped into the office of the Dean of the Shenji Academy with Shen Zheng.

Close the door tightly.

Shen Zheng I frowned and was a bit rude to be honest.

"You know." Professor Yang sighed, "Black Dragon Armor, Professor God, the Ancient Sword Nineteen Styles, I don't know how much you are hiding from me."

He stared at Shen Zheng's expressionless face with bright eyes.

"I don't understand what you are talking about."

Shen Zheng, I shook my head vigorously.

"Professor God does not exist at all. The black dragon armor has nothing to do with my Shenji Academy."

"As for the nineteen styles of ancient sword..."

Shen Zheng's face turned gloomy. He stood up, walked around the office twice, and walked to the window.

He closed his eyes slightly and raised his head halfway. He didn't know whether he was recalling or thinking, but his fingers gently tapped the window ridge, making a clattering sound.

Outside the window, the stars are everywhere.

The cool night wind blew in, and the two old men's hair and clothes fluttered—

——But I’m no longer young!

"Don't we... have all given up long ago?"

"Grand! Master! Brother!"

Shen Zheng paused word by word, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips curled upwards.

Professor Yang's body shook suddenly, and a sad expression appeared on his face. He reached out to cover his chest, his face was pale and shaking.

For a moment, I couldn't even say a word.
Chapter completed!