Chapter 20: Feng Ming's Empty Blade
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"Xiaoyun, I heard that you are learning swordsmanship from Mr. Liu, so I have made a short sword for you in the past two days, can you come and see if you can still use it?" Uncle Nan scratched his head and handed Xia Yun a metal short sword with some embarrassment. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Xia Yun took the sword, the sword body was more than half an arm long, the hilt was polished from a piece of wood, inlaid into the sword body, the sword body was a metal he didn't recognize, shiny but not bright, not very smooth, and there was no edge, it looked round and more like a thick piece of iron.
Xia Yun tried to swing a few times, and made a few stabbing and slashing movements, and the weight was suitable.
"Thank you, Uncle Nan!"
Uncle Nan still smiled honestly, and put his big hand on Xia Yun's shoulder, "If you like it, you have to learn swordsmanship from Mr. Liu, Mr. Liu is a powerful person!" ā
Xia Yun was suddenly moved to tears, he seemed to experience a feeling of home again, but Xiao Yao scoffed at this time: "Hmph! Mr. Liu is a powerful person, and he also said that Daddy is a big stupid cow! Wrinkled his face all day long, no wonder he was called 'old man', a few days ago, he asked his family to read some broken books with him, so people don't want to go! ā
Uncle Nan laughed, "Xiao Yao, you can't say that about Mr. Liu, if he really lets you go to study, that's the best thing." Books are a good thing, and I don't have a chance to learn them now! Reading..."
"Don't, don't." Xiao Yao grimaced and ran away.
Xia Yun also smiled and shook his head, in the past few months in the village, this has become his home, Uncle Nan, Xiao Yao, and Mr. Liu have also become his family.
"I'll teach you again today, and I'm leaving here tomorrow!"
"Oh?" Xia Yun looked at Mr. Liu in surprise, "Sir, you?" ā
Mr. Liu immediately waved his hand, "Don't ask why, don't ask where I'm going, it's good for you!" ā
Xia Yun suddenly had a lot of doubts in his heart, and he had to swallow them all at this time.
I saw Mr. Liu take out a spirit sword from behind him, this was the first time Xia Yun saw Mr. Liu use a spirit sword, which was replaced by wicker or wooden sticks before.
He took the spirit sword and stroked it from the body to the hilt, looking very cherished.
"This is my family's ancestral spirit sword, named Fengming Blade!"
Xia Yun looked at the sword in his hand, the metal of the entire hilt had been darkened, and some places were rubbed very shiny, obviously old.
The whole hilt is the shape of a sacred bird, the end of the handle is the bird's head and eyes, the eyes of the divine bird are closed, the high neck, down is a half-spread feather, fan-shaped curl until the sword body, the sword body is hidden in the scabbard, the scabbard is simple, faintly with a mysterious atmosphere.
"I'm still a swordsmith!" Mr. Liu also took out a gold medal from his body at this time.
It was the same as the gold medal that Xia Yun saw when he saw the old man Wuji, made of some metal, with two sun-shaped runes on it, "Heavenly Order, Eryang!" ā
Mr. Liu smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Alas, I don't know how hard it is to be tired by this false name!" ā
After a pause, Mr. Liu looked into the distance and said, "These two things are the most important things in my life for me, the spirit sword and the forging sword!" I've spent almost all my life searching for the mysteries of these two things, but it's these two that have pained me the most. ā
Although Xia Yun didn't know what Mr. Liu meant, there was a sadness in his words, just like the last time the old butler spoke to him that day.
At this time, Mr. Liu held the spirit sword in his hand, held the hilt of the sword with one hand, and pulled the spirit sword out of the scabbard.
With the friction of the sword body and the scabbard, a clear sound like a crane came from the spirit sword, and the sound was clear and uplifting, resounding in the ears.
Xia Yun only felt the eardrums of his two ears tremble, the skin pores on his body were opened, and the hairs stood on end.
The eyes of the divine bird on the hilt of the sword also slowly opened at this time, revealing the eyeballs inlaid with red jade, and the entire divine bird pattern was more like it was about to come to life and fly out from the hilt.
As the blade of the sword was revealed, a cold red light appeared.
The sword body of the Fengming Blade is fiery red throughout, like jade and metal, translucent, and faintly with energy flowing.
"This sword is an excellent sword, rare in the world, difficult to find for thousands of years, but this spirit sword has no sword spirit! Like an empty shell. ā
Mr. Liu stood with his sword: "I have spent almost half of my life trying to find a suitable sword spirit and improve my sword-forging ability at the same time, hehe!" ā
Mr. Liu smiled bitterly and waved the phoenix blade, the sound of the golden stone rubbing against the air quickly was like the notes played by an instrument.
"I want to merge into this empty blade, the ends of the earth, the desperate situation of the mountains, but I can't ask for it! Perhaps, there is such a thing as fate, right? ā
"Fate?" Xia Yun frowned and pondered, "But what is fate?" ā
The expression in Mr. Liu's eyes suddenly changed, "Xia Yun, you and I have a fate, although we don't have the name of master and apprentice, we can be regarded as master and apprentice, I will teach you the key skills of the Liu family's swordsmanship that I have studied for decades, and watch it carefully." ā
Then, Mr. Liu put on a sword posture, and then quickly drew his sword.
The phoenix blade made another clear whistle in his hand, and there was a sharp sound that pierced the air.
"Thorn!"
I saw Mr. Liu's right arm stretched out, the tip of the sword was like the wind, and the meteor flashed, stabbing straight at Xia Yun.
Xia Yun also quickly stretched out the metal short sword in his hand, wanting to block, but in an instant, the spirit sword had arrived!
Mr. Liu's stabbing speed was extremely fast, and before Xia Yun's sword could reach its location, it had already been hit by the sword body, sparks flew everywhere, and it bounced away.
"Thorns, pay attention to fast, accurate, stable, castration like a rainbow, close like a flowing cloud, to be soft."
Xia Yun had to take two steps back and stand firm.
"Tease!"
Mr. Liu took a step forward, the blade of the sword slanted upward, and the arc crossed, and Xia Yun had to retreat again.
The spirit sword slashed at the sword body of the short sword, and Xia Yun only felt that his arm trembled, and he almost escaped his hand.
Mr. Liu's fierce offensive was something that Xia Yun couldn't parry, and he only had room to retreat, and he couldn't even attack with a single move.
"Cut!"
Mr. Liu's sword swung downwards sharply and slashed diagonally.
"Pick! The tip of the sword is soft, like a needle! ā
This move was even more urgent, Xia Yun was not in a hurry to dodge, and his sleeve was cut by the tip of Feng Ming's sword, and he was suddenly sweating profusely.
It wasn't until the sun set in the west that Mr. Liu taught Xia Yun three times from beginning to end that he barely memorized most of the tips.
"In the future, you will have time to grasp the essence, remember to practice diligently, and do not relax!" Mr. Liu inserted the Fengming blade into the scabbard and patted Xia Yun on the shoulder: "Xiaoyun, I don't know what year and month I will see you again today." Study hard, practice swords, and protect your loved ones! ā
Xia Yun smiled, bowed down and said, "Thank you, sir, for your teachings these days!" Do you want to say goodbye to Uncle Nan and them? ā
"No!" Mr. Liu turned to leave.
Xia Yun looked at his back, and began to disperse in the sky with the afterglow of the setting sun.
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