Yan Fei put his sword back into the sheath, and the vision on his body began to dissipate. Seeing Long Mo's smug look, he couldn't drink it no matter how much he held the teacup.

He could now clearly feel the difference between his strength and Long Mo. Long Mo had several times to take action but had no action. Instead, he waited for him to make moves and then resolved them one by one. The key is that the opponent did crack his moves one by one. Thinking of the opponent's quick and neat fighting style and his slow look like he was slow for a few days, Yan Fei's face was not good-looking. Facing Long Mo, he felt a sense of powerlessness in facing Zheng Kui. One was absolutely crushing, and the other was to use all the means but he could not feel any chance of winning at all.

Long Mo took a teacup and drank it all over, drank the tea water directly, and then breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was drinking not tea but northern liquor.

Yan Fei's expressionless face, the yard is not big, the pavilion is even smaller, let alone the table in the pavilion, Yan Fei's eyes naturally noticed the pile of manuscript paper on the table.

The text above is not an analysis of medicinal properties, and the patterns drawn are not medicinal materials, but a few strokes of the villain. The villain holds the sword and poses various postures, and there are simple strokes around it to outline the environment. There are words around it, which is obviously explaining.

Although the manuscript papers are not neatly placed, the ones or two that can be clearly seen after overlapping each other are placed on it.

After drinking the tea in the cup, Long Mo turned around and put the cup, he found Yan Fei's eyes falling on the table. He couldn't help but smile and said, "If you think it's interesting, just take it to see it. It's not something shameful."

Yan Fei was stunned for a moment, took the manuscript paper from the table, looked through a few pages, and couldn't help but frown and said, "What is this?"

"Ah? You said this. Because someone asked me to teach them sword skills, I wrote it down specifically. How is it? How does it feel?" Long Mo continued to pour himself a cup of tea, but this time he didn't rush to drink it. He just held the teacup in his hand, changing the way he used to drink.

Yan Fei said nothing and began to carefully read Long Mo's manuscripts and Long Mo's swordsmanship teaching materials. This is something that countless people want to steal from the head.

The things on the manuscript have not been finished yet. The above explains the role of some seemingly unrelated training on swordsmanship in a graphic and text-based way.

For example, I practiced swords casually, such as squinting my eyes and fishing, and practicing sword techniques in a claustrophobic room... and I also specifically explained the uses of many methods, obviously because I was afraid that those who were learning would not understand the meaning of these practices and went on a wrong path.

There are many famous methods in previous lives, such as candlelight following the sound, and in a claustrophobic dark room, the practitioner stands with a sword and wants to kill a bug. During this period, the candle light may light up to distract himself. The red candle is not necessary, and the white candle must be cut off with a sword. As for how to judge, you must rely on the candlelight to see clearly.

This is a training that tests judgment and reaction, and all the designs require people to go against their instincts. For example, if a fire light comes up in the dark, people's attention will take the initiative to look at the candlelight. This is the same as a black dot on a white piece of paper that will attract people's attention.

This is actually a disguised training practitioners to control their body.

If there is no explanation, I believe most people don’t understand the purpose of Long Mo’s design. At most, they think that Long Mo is training people to adapt to night battles. However, with illustrations, such as plum blossom stakes, various traps and roadblocks, and some explanations, it immediately makes people see clearly.

Wenqu has always been doing well. Since Long Mo agreed, he will break his promise. Naturally, he has to plan for her, at least make what he promised. The other sisters Wang Rong and Wang Fu are the closest people Long Mo is in the world. Naturally, he has to consider that as for Wu Kuang, by the way.

Yan Fei frowned after watching it. Just as Long Mo squinted his eyes and waited to enjoy Yan Fei's amazement, Yan Fei suddenly said, "Are you leaving?"

Long Mo was slightly surprised when he heard this and asked softly: "How can I see it?"

Yan Fei understood that his intuition was correct when he heard this, but he really couldn't understand why Long Mo had this idea.

Thinking about the fact that Long Mo now has a backer, resources, and fame. Even if it is for freedom, it is unrealistic to ask for so-called freedom when it is suspected that the sword saint is chasing him.

"The articles in your manuscripts are too detailed and even too long to be long-winded, just like explaining the funeral. If you weren't for leaving, what's the use of having you personally teach them?" Yan Fei said without hesitation.

"Is this a long-winded person?" Long Mo was speechless about Yan Fei's words.

But thinking about it is really possible. His training is said to be sword exercises, but most of them emphasize controlling the body and being familiar with the body. They just define martial arts to swordsmanship. They naturally need to change some words, and they have to make up a set of theories that seem to be so serious. They also have to consider the generation gap between themselves and people in this world. They are afraid that the other party will not understand, so they explain it again...

In this way, it is indeed a bit verbose to think about it this way.

"Oh!" Long Mo took the manuscript from Yan Fei and sighed. He had no choice but to force some things!

Yan Fei looked at Long Mo without saying anything. Long Mo glanced at him and said with grievances: "This man is always involuntarily alive. I was originally practicing on Longhu Mountain in Qingyuan Town, but I left the mountain for the resources of my cultivation. But I was inexplicably targeted and instigated the servants of the royal palace to deal with me. Later, the other party even took action personally, causing the chaos in Jingzhou."

"I finally ran out, but when I returned to my hometown, I found myself a stranger. I happened to run into a disciple of Liuguang Sword Sect and was discovered by Yanyu of Hongchen Pavilion, and I became like this. Then someone wanted to steal my medical path. After I counterattacked, I instead provoked the Sword Saint-level Medical Saint behind the other party, and then the opponent appeared, so I became a means of big players playing games..."

"But these are actually all okay, and I barely dealt with them. The most annoying thing is that I found a strong opponent appeared. I guess I couldn't beat him, so I had to make an arrangement early and avoid it if I could!"

Long Mo had a look of indifference, so he naturally didn't tell the truth. The reason why he planned to leave was not because he wanted to leave himself, but because he was forced to leave. The reason why he said this was mainly because he saw the future, even in the fantasy world, so many details were skipped.

Yan Fei frowned. Although he was determined to take action, he also knew that he would definitely not be able to help. In terms of resources and connections, Long Mo is a guest official of the four major forces and a medical saint respected by everyone. He is not comparable to someone who has not even entered the sect. In terms of strength, he can easily defeat him, let alone a master that Long Mo himself said he can't beat!

For this reason, Yan Fei couldn't help but tighten the Jingyan sword in his hand. Long Mo had helped him many times, and even showed the manuscript of swordsmanship to himself without hesitation. However, when something happened to Long Mo, he was powerless, which made him feel very unwilling.

Long Mo also saw it, so he comforted him: "It doesn't matter, your talent is very good. After entering the sect, you will not lack various resources. Your strength will definitely improve by leaps and bounds. Then I will ask you to teach my opponent a lesson. Don't let it go!"

Seeing that Yan Fei still couldn't let go, Long Mo no longer advised him. The more proud the person was, the more he could not accept his failure. In this case, the deeper the frustration he felt when he found himself powerless.

It was useless to persuade him, Long Mo simply changed the topic and said, "I have never been to you. You can see him occasionally on the projection. However, Cui Han hasn't seen him for a long time. You are participating in the competition recently. Are Cui Han okay?"

Yan Fei changed his attention when he heard Cui Han's name and said, "Everything is OK."
Chapter completed!