Flying Star City.

Chen Feiyang practiced martial arts at night in the secret room.

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

Chen Feiyang held the sword and made a clumsy gesture, after that day, even if he swung the ancient sword nineteen styles, he could no longer find the feeling of flowing like a dance, which made people want to sing and cry.

He was inexplicable.

It's like seeing the bright spring light outside the window, but when you look harder, you are blocked by a white haze, hazy, and you can't see it really.

The old man in Tsing Yi was silent for a long time.

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

There was a hint of relief and determination in his tone.

"The ...... of the martial arts Soul?"

Chen Fei raised his eyebrows, not knowing why.

The old man in Tsing Yi sighed, "Actually, any martial arts should have a soul, it carries the joys, sorrows and sorrows of the creator, and has a deep imprint.

But the rise of new martial arts has made this perception of the soul of martial arts rigid and boring. ”

"Standards, strength, speed, and skill are important, but they can't appreciate the beauty contained in martial arts. ”

"Although this kind of martial arts can reach the strength that no one has ever reached before, I think there will be a limit after all. ”

The old man in Tsing Yi looked up at the sky, and the virtual stars twinkled, as if he was sighing in response to him.

The new martial arts requires standards, precision, and consistency, and as long as it can achieve standards, precision, and consistency, it will be able to exert 100 percent power.

"However, isn't strength, speed, and skill the foundation of martial arts?"

Chen Feiyang scratched his head, not knowing why.

Compared to these, the ethereal "beauty" or "soul" is really elusive.

Ordinary people practice martial arts for the sake of being higher, faster, and stronger, and on the battlefield, the meaning of martial arts is to kill and destroy more efficiently.

These 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 Tsing Yi nodded.

"Even as a teacher, I have never understood the mystery, but I think this may be the so-called secret of the heart. ”

He looked at Chen Feiyang with pity.

"Now that you have experienced the soul of martial arts, you may have to embark on a thorny path in the future, and you will keep doubting and choosing until you determine the final direction. ”

"With your qualifications, you don't have to be so entangled......"

The old man in Tsing Yi sighed and paused for a long time before speaking in a very low voice, "Passing on your original martial arts is a first-line obsession for the teacher, maybe ...... It's going to hurt you. ”

"How so!"

Chen Feiyang hurriedly pulled the sleeve of the old man in Tsing Yi with a hippie smile.

"If it weren't for Master, I would still be an auditor who doesn't know anything now, and I can only be bullied by others, but now, I'm already a seven-star, no...... Maybe it's an eight-star young genius!"

"How could I have come this far without Master?"

"I have nothing but gratitude to Master!"

His words became more and more serious and respectful, and this was also what he said from his heart.

"Good boy. ”

The old man in Tsing Yi touched his head, "I know you won't have any complaints, but what happens in the future, it really depends on your own efforts." ”

He hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.

"In a little while, it'll be your birthday. ”

"I'll give you a gift. ”

"Okay!"

Chen Feiyang was overjoyed, "Is it a new martial art? My ancient sword nineteen styles are already ripe, master, you should also teach me new kung fu!"

"You'll know when the time comes. ”

The old man in Tsing Yi patted him on the shoulder, "As for saying that the melon is ripe, that may not be, the way of the sword is endless, and you must not be complacent!"

"Yes!"

Hearing the master's lesson, Chen Feiyang was taught with tolerance.

"Let's practice swords!"

"Yes!"

In the quiet room, the sword light was clear, no matter what the situation, Chen Feiyang never stopped practicing hard.

Boom -

With a loud roar, the spaceship slowly landed at the airport in Flying Star City.

This kind of large intergalactic spacecraft is not common, and it only flies a few times a week, and the runway is empty.

Shen Zheng and I, wearing a black trench coat, stood at the bottom of the runway with a frown, watching the hatch open.

"Dean Shen, it's this class!"

"Elder Yang should be on the boat!"

Shen Zheng, Coach Qian and the others beside me all stretched their necks, looking at each other, looking flattering.

Yang Xiong, the professor of the Advanced Warframe Academy, is coming to the Divine Machine Academy!

This is sensational news.

Yang Xiong was originally a graduate of the Divine Machine Academy, but that was also a few decades ago, since he entered the Advanced Warframe Academy for further study, he has been staying in the Divine Core Galaxy, and forty years have passed. He has slowly grown from an ordinary student to a senior researcher, and after publishing a number of important papers and making subversive contributions to the warframe mechanical system, he is now an authority on the design and theory of the warframe.

I don't know why he suddenly had a nostalgic mind, and he actually returned to the place where he grew up as a teenager.

"It's him!"

"Whoa!"

An old man with a white beard stepped out of the hatch, stepped on the gangway, met Shen Zheng's eyes from a distance, stopped with a smile, raised his hand and waved gently.

The teachers who accompanied them immediately exclaimed.

"Why did you come back?"

After the noisy and pompous welcome ceremony, Professor Yang declined the invitation to the dinner, but stepped into the office of the dean of the Shenji Academy with Shen Zheng and me.

The door was closed tightly.

Shen Zheng frowned, and his tone was a little rude to be honest.

"You know that. Professor Yang sighed, "Black Dragon Battle Armor, Professor God, Ancient Sword Nineteen Style, I don't know how many things you are hiding from me." ”

His eyes were blazing on Shen Zheng's expressionless face.

"I don't understand what you're talking about. ”

Shen Zheng shook his head vigorously.

"Professor God doesn't exist at all, and what Black Dragon Battle Armor has nothing to do with my Divine Machine Academy. ”

"As for the Ancient Sword Nineteen Styles......"

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

He closed his eyes slightly, half-tilted his head, not knowing whether he was reminiscing or thinking, his fingers tapping lightly against the edge of the window, making a clicking sound.

Outside the window, the sky is full of stars.

A cool night breeze blew in, and the hair and clothes of the two old men fluttered.

-- But he has long since lost his youth!

"We ...... Didn't they all give up a long time ago?"

"Great! Brother!"

Shen Zheng and I paused word by word, the corners of his mouth turned up, and a trace of ridicule appeared.

Professor Yang's body shook violently, a sad look appeared on his face, and he reached out to cover his chest, his face pale and staggering.

For a while, I couldn't even say a word