"No, I don't. It's been nearly a hundred years, where can I find that half of the sword book? "The 'old monster' shook his head and said to Shangguan Feixue.

"Then I know why people call you 'old monster' behind your back. Shangguan Feixue looked at the 'old monster' and said with a smile.

"You said it was for this half-scroll of sword books?" the 'old monster' pouted at Shangguan Feixue and asked rhetorically.

"Isn't it? Old fairy grandfather, this half scroll of sword books is useless. Shangguan Feixue also asked rhetorically.

The 'old monster' shook his head and said, "They don't understand. Take a look at how well the people on it draw and how smooth the lines are. This is a rare good painting. ”

The 'old monster' said as he explained to Shangguan Feixue his understanding of the characters in the painting.

After listening to the explanation of the 'old monster', Shangguan Feixue Dao also felt that the characters drawn in this half of the sword book were really fascinating.

Shangguan Feixue listened to the 'old monster' talk about the characters of this half-volume sword spectrum, and he listened to it for a whole morning. Maybe it's because he hasn't chatted with anyone for a long time, the 'old monster' and Shangguan Feixue seem to have endless words, and they didn't let Shangguan Feixue go at noon, and directly let Shangguan Feixue eat at his house.

In the afternoon, the 'old monster' asked Shangguan Feixue to tell him about the habits of the azalan flower. Don't look at Shangguan Feixue's young grade, after all, he has read a lot of books, and he talks endlessly.

The 'old monster' sounds very humble, and if you don't understand, you can humbly ask for advice.

In the blink of an eye, the day passed. The 'old monster' was not less interested in talking to Shangguan Feixue, and Shangguan Feixue felt the same way, after all, the 'old monster' was one of the few people other than his own father who didn't think he was ugly and was willing to talk to him.

After agreeing to meet again the next day, Shangguan Feixue happily returned to Liu Dazhuang's home.

In the house of the 'old monster', Shangguan Feixue had a question, he saw that the 'old monster' didn't mention it, so he didn't ask himself, that is, why the 'old monster' fainted and fell asleep, and who left the 'old monster's house'.

Maybe the old monster really doesn't want to say it. Shangguan Feixue will never ask about things that others don't want to say, after all, there must be a reason for not saying it.

That night, Shangguan Feixue had a dream, in which he saw a strange martial arts master, saying that he was strange because this person was dressed as a man on the upper body, but he was wearing a skirt that reached the ground below, holding a long sword, and dancing the swordsmanship in that half of the sword book. Shangguan Feixue vaguely remembered that the person in the dream sometimes flew in the sky, sometimes galloped on the road, and sometimes flickered, a set of swordsmanship danced like a dragon and a phoenix, and a tiger roared and a dragon roared, which made Shangguan Feixue look fascinated.

"Good. It's wonderful. Shangguan Feixue shouted loudly when he saw the excitement.

The martial arts master who danced the sword heard Shangguan Feixue applauding, so he smiled and walked towards Shangguan Feixue.

"Feixue, do you want to learn swordsmanship?" the martial arts master asked Shangguan Feixue kindly.

"Yes, of course I do. But I can't exert my strength, and I don't have much to live, so I guess I won't be able to learn. Shangguan Feixue was just happy, and immediately shook his head regretfully.

"So you're giving up?" said the martial arts master with some disappointment: "The moth knows that fighting fires will die, why do you want to put out fires, it's because he wants to have light and heat in life, even if it's only for a moment." ”

"I don't want to give up, but my body really can't. Shangguan Feixue smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Take the sword and give it a try. The martial arts master stepped forward and handed the sword to Shangguan Feixue: "You can." ”

Shangguan Feixue hesitated a little, but still took the sword.

With the long sword in hand, Shangguan Feixue couldn't help but dance the sword like a martial arts master.

However, because the martial arts master's feet were not exposed when he danced the sword, Shangguan Feixue only danced a few times before he tripped himself to the ground.

"Senior, this swordsmanship of yours is very mysterious, and I still can't learn it. Shangguan Feixue was a little dejected and said to the martial arts master.

"What? Is it because you can't use your strength, or because you can't use footwork?" asked Shangguan Feixue coldly, the martial arts master.

"I tried it just now, and the sword dance doesn't affect my strength, but I don't understand this footwork at all. Shangguan Feixue said to the martial arts master, "Can you teach me?"

"This can't be done," the martial arts master shook his head, "Can't you learn a sword without feet?"

As he spoke, the martial arts master looked at Shangguan Feixue with a look of disdain.

"What's wrong with that? It's a big deal, I'm practicing my sword on the spot. Shangguan Feixue was not to be outdone when he heard the martial arts master say that, and said stubbornly.

"That's right. Seeing that Shangguan Feixue was full of fighting spirit, the martial arts master nodded with satisfaction, and with a whoosh, he disappeared.

Shangguan Feixue saw that the martial arts master suddenly disappeared, shouted a few times without answering, and thought in his heart: "This senior is here to dial me, I can't let him down." ”

Thinking so in his heart, Shangguan Feixue took the long sword and practiced.

Because he couldn't do it, every time his moves changed, Shangguan Feixue would replace it with jumping, and as a result, this set of swordsmanship made him practice seven, seven, eight, eight.

When Shangguan Feixue's swordsmanship was in full swing, he suddenly heard a voice in the air: "Feixue, Feixue, wake up." ”

Shangguan Feixue stopped practicing the sword and listened quietly, it was Liu Dazhuang's voice.

The sound is getting closer.

Suddenly, Shangguan Feixue felt that everything in front of him had disappeared, except for Liu Dazhuang's voice, "Feixue, wake up." ”

Shangguan Feixue moved, "It turned out to be a dream." ”

"What a strange dream!" Shangguan Feixue smiled and opened his eyes.

"Feixue, are you okay?" At Shangguan Feixue's bedside, Liu Dazhuang patted him lightly and asked with a smile, "Are you dreaming?"

"Hmm. Shangguan Feixue nodded and replied.

"Get up, wash up, and eat. Liu Dazhuang saw that Shangguan Feixue was fine, so he didn't ask anything, just smiled and woke him up.

Liu Dazhuang didn't say that he had just seen Shangguan Feixue dancing with his hands in a dream, and that movement didn't look like he was moving at all, but more like he was practicing a very profound swordsmanship.

And Shangguan Feixue didn't know that because of his talent in memory, he actually practiced the sword score he saw at the 'old monster' during the day.

Because in the dream, it was more of a perseverance, so Shangguan Feixue didn't use much strength, and because of this, he didn't hurt his body. In the same drill, if Shangguan Feixue hadn't been in a dream, he would have broken his muscles and veins and vomited blood and died.

After breakfast, Shangguan Feixue thought about the agreement with the 'old monster', so he went to the old monster's house early.