"At the end of the battle, I lost consciousness in a daze. It was as if I had had a long, long dream, but I couldn't remember what I dreamed about. When I woke up, I looked like this old man now."
Feng Tiannan looked at his old wrinkled hands and said sadly.
After listening to Feng Tiannan's story, Rong Fei was also quite emotional.
The best time in life is only a short period of more than ten years, but this generation of heroes in front of me has spent forty-three years in confusion.
If this kind of thing happened to ordinary people, they would probably collapse immediately. But Feng Tiannan could still face it so calmly, which Rong Fei couldn't help but admire.
"Your name is Rong Fei, right? You are doing me a favor by waking me up from my dream. I, Feng Tiannan, have never been indebted to anyone in my life, but I don't have anything to offer at this time, so I will teach you this swordsmanship."
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Before Rong Fei could refuse or agree, Feng Tiannan had already stood up, holding the staff in front of him with both hands.
"Since you are the leader of the Immortal Hunting Division, you are naturally also a monk. You may not like my three-legged cat skills. But if you think this way, you are totally wrong. The sword technique I created is called Crazy Sword.
Even Brother Pei, who had advanced to the fourth level of cultivation back then, was very jealous and begged me more than once to teach him sword skills.
It's a pity that he is not good at practicing swordsmanship. Even if he learns it, he can't practice it to a profound level, which is just a waste of time and energy.
Furthermore, I also have a little selfishness. This set of sword skills has been the result of a lifetime of hard work, and I really can’t bear to let it be lost.”
After saying this, Feng Tiannan showed his hands, and his whole aura changed accordingly. It was like the eye of a storm brewing, and the power that would destroy the world and destroy the world would erupt in the next moment.
But at the next moment, Feng Tiannan's figure tilted, and the aura that had just begun to rise also disappeared.
"Standing for too long...my legs...my legs are numb."
Feng Tiannan leaned on a wooden stick to support his body and said in a weird tone.
Rong Fei hurriedly stepped forward and helped him sit down on the stone bench.
"This feeling is really wonderful. After one dream and two lives, I, Feng Tiannan, consider myself free and bold, but when I encounter such unbelievable things in person, I still feel a little uncomfortable."
After sitting down, Feng Tiannan rubbed his numb right leg and sighed with a wry smile.
Seeing this, Rong Fei took out a bottle of soju from the storage jade ring and handed it over.
This was originally used to replace alcohol for disinfection and sterilization when he was preparing for an injury, but it came in handy at this time.
Feng Tiannan's eyes suddenly lit up, he uncorked the wine bottle, put it under his nose and took a deep sniff. A look of intoxication suddenly appeared on his face, and then he eagerly raised his head and drank.
Gudong... Gudong... Gudong...
After all, he was already an old man in his seventies, and Rong Fei was worried that drinking too much would harm his body, so he was about to persuade him, but Feng Tiannan had already finished the bottle of shochu.
Snapped!
The wine bottle was thrown and shattered.
"Hahahaha, good wine! So happy!"
Feng Tiannan laughed and stood up. Without any unnecessary movements such as hand gestures, he used his staff as a knife with his right hand, using the house as an enemy, and slashed three vertical, horizontal and diagonal knives.
A warrior cannot practice and has no spiritual power in his body, so naturally he cannot penetrate his body with spiritual power. However, Rong Fei actually saw three arc-shaped ripples appearing in the air.
Puff puff!
The arc-shaped ripples hit the door and made three soft noises. The next moment, the door made of wooden boards broke into six pieces and fell to the ground.
"Feng has been wandering around the world with his father since he was a child. He has seen various sects, cunning and bizarre martial arts moves, and various martial arts moves. At that time, he was young and thought he was the top power in the world. Until one day he met him in the mountains by chance.
The two monks fought each other, and then they realized that the so-called top martial arts were as ridiculous as juggling in front of the monks.
From that day on, I searched all over the famous mountains and rivers, hoping to join a practicing sect. However, my qualifications were dull, and even the small sects that were not popular in the world ignored me.
I said that I could sell myself into a slave, wash, cook, clean and pick up excrement as much as I could, as long as I could watch the monks practice from a distance every day. But even so, I was kicked out time and time again, and even scolded afterward.
Doing things beyond one's ability and wishful thinking.
I was unwilling to give up, so I secretly vowed that even if I didn't join the sect, I would one day learn the power to rival it. After that, I searched for advice from masters in the world and fought with all my strength. After more than ten years, I learned various moves,
He is proficient in all eighteen types of weapons and has gained a great reputation in the world. But even so, he was still beaten by the ninth-grade monk and was unable to fight back.
Frustrated, I drowned my sorrows with wine and lay drunk in the wilderness. It happened to be a heavy rain that day and the wind was strong. On the spur of the moment, under the influence of alcohol, I swung my knife randomly in the storm, and I turned out to be the center of the underworld.
I felt something, and thought of using the force and intention of the sword to guide the power of heaven and earth to increase its power. After several years of painstaking study, I finally understood the method of the Crazy Sword.
The method of the Crazy Sword has no moves or styles. The key point is to use the power of the sword and the intention of the sword to guide the power of the world. If you practice it to the extreme, you can compete with the monks. However, not long after the Crazy Sword was first developed, I fell into this illusion.
I have wasted more than forty years in vain. Otherwise, I should have been able to break up with Brother Pei."
After saying that, Feng Tiannan held the staff in both hands. While his body was spinning like a top, the staff also slashed rapidly in all directions. As countless arc-shaped ripples were struck, the sound of wind suddenly rose in the small courtyard.
Feng Tiannan's cane struck faster and faster, the wind sound became louder and louder, and it seemed as if there was a violent wind and rain in the small courtyard.
Rong Fei watched intently at first, but he closed his eyes halfway through.
Seeing this, Feng Tiannan was not angry but happy. His body stopped spinning and he waved his stick and struck several sticks at Rong Fei one after another.
Several arc-shaped ripples passed over Rong Fei's body and hit the brick wall behind him. The brick wall collapsed immediately, revealing the figures of several monsters outside.
The enemy was extremely jealous when they saw each other. Feng Tiannan did not hesitate to strike a few more slashes to create arc-shaped ripples. With the intention of the sword, the ripples of the sword flew out against Rong Fei's body and chopped those monsters into pieces.
After these few chops, Feng Tiannan was so tired that he was sweating and panting. He leaned on his cane to support his crumbling body and sighed half in surprise and half in sorrow.
"It's a breakthrough! Haha...cough cough cough...Hahaha, I reached this level back then, but I still wouldn't have fallen to this. Time! Fate! Hahaha..."
When Rong Fei watched Feng Tiannan practice his sword skills, he actually thought that he found a perfect fit with the magical power he had learned to control the wind and rain. In addition, Feng Tiannan also said that the mad sword technique does not depend on the moves, but the focus is on the power of the sword, the intention of the sword and the world.
Driven by the fusion of powers.
So I closed my eyes unconsciously and observed and comprehended with my heart.
I don't know how long it took, but Rong Fei opened his eyes, and a flash of joy flashed in his eyes. He had already understood the essence of the Crazy Blade Technique, and at the same time, he had more ideas about the use of the magical power of summoning wind and rain.
"Thank you bro for teaching me your unique skills. Rong Fei has benefited a lot from me. Please pay me my respects."
After saying that, Rong Fei bowed solemnly towards Feng Tiannan, who was standing with a stick.
But Feng Tiannan didn't react at all.
Rong Fei suddenly felt something was wrong, and quickly rushed to Feng Tiannan's side and called out softly.
"Brother."
The moonlight fell on Feng Tiannan's face, and he could see a smile on his lips. His expression seemed sad, happy, and finally free, but he was no longer breathing.
The sword skills training and realm breakthrough just now exhausted Feng Tiannan's remaining vitality.
A generation of heroes fell.
Perhaps the moment he woke up, Feng Tiannan had already made the intention to live no longer.
Looking blankly at Feng Tiannan's body, Rong Fei felt mixed emotions in his heart.
The time we spent together was short, so there was no deep feeling.
But the admiration for this heroic hero has nothing to do with time.
Taking two steps back, Rong Fei bowed deeply to Feng Tiannan again, then walked forward, carried the body on his back and walked out of the small courtyard.
There were some things that Feng Tiannan didn't say, but Rong Fei had a clear understanding and knew what to do.
The movement just now alarmed the monsters in the town, and now they had all gathered outside the small courtyard. Forty-three years had exhausted Feng Tiannan's vitality, and there were not many of these human-like and ghost-like monsters left.
Looking at these slow-moving, skinny monsters, Rong Fei hesitated for a moment but finally did not take action.
They still had weak heartbeats, and Rong Fei couldn't tell whether they were humans or ghosts.
Pass through the town, enter the mountain forest, and come under the cliff.
Fixing Feng Tiannan's body on the tree trunk, Rong Fei cupped his fists at the body.
"Brother, wait for a moment, wait until I avenge you to get rid of the demon, and then go on your way."
After that, Rong Fei went to the side and dug out the body of the masked monk.
When Rong Fei conducted an autopsy on the corpse of the masked monk, he found that all the blood had been sucked dry, but there were no wounds on the body surface. There were only many tiny hole-like wounds on the trachea and esophagus.
At that time, Rong Fei was still wondering how these wounds were caused, but after hearing Feng Tiannan's story, he already had some guesses, but they still needed to be verified.
After opening the masked monk's chest and inspecting it carefully, he found something in a hole-shaped wound.
Rong Fei took out the things he found from the wound and put them in front of his eyes, observing them in the moonlight.
It was a small piece of gray-white material slightly thicker than a hair, and it looked familiar.
I gently twisted it with the pads of my fingers, and felt a rough rubbing sensation on my fingertips.
Putting his fingertips in front of his eyes, he found that they were stained with blood, sand and dirt.
Rong Fei suddenly realized that he had guessed what the gray thing was and why it looked familiar.