When Lan Ningshuang and Heitan Tou heard this, they both sighed: "My uncle's idea is good, but it's a pity that it is too difficult to realize."
"Yes." Qin Feng took a deep breath.
At this time, the old man said four words: "It depends on human effort."
Qin Feng was immediately taken aback. This cheap master never made a mistake, so he suddenly said this. Is it really possible?
He thought of the serious matter that the master and the Sword Emperor had discussed last night.
He thought about the fact that the Sword Emperor sent his daughter Bai Qiu to the Wanjian Sect to learn swordsmanship.
A bold idea suddenly took shape in my mind.
"Could it be that Wanjian Sect and Sword Emperor City have long had the idea of spreading their martial arts to outsiders.
And what is the opportunity for Bai Qiu to come to Wanjian Sect to learn swordsmanship?"
Although his wife had told him before that the master of Wanjian Sect accepted Bai Qiu as his successor in order to win the title of Sword Emperor, Qin Feng always found this statement unconvincing.
The figure standing in front of the stone tablet of Wanjian Sect still appeared in his mind and could not be dissipated.
The original intention of establishing the Wanjian Sect and the countless names engraved on the stone tablets also made him unable to let go for a long time.
He hoped from the bottom of his heart that the three kendo families could be integrated into one place and teach martial arts to others.
If it can really be realized, other sects and martial arts families cannot remain indifferent.
Perhaps one day, most people will be able to reach the high level of divine martial arts, and by then, the human race will no longer have to live in panic under the threat of demons and ghosts.
"Uncle, uncle?" Lan Ningshuang called.
"Ah? What's wrong?" Qin Feng came back to his senses.
"Why are you in a daze? This porridge will get cold if you don't drink it."
"oh oh."
Qin Feng picked up the porridge and took a sip. What the old man said, "It all depends on human effort" became clearer and clearer in his mind.
It's a pity that his abilities are limited, and even if he wants to promote such a situation, he is powerless.
In the town outside the misty peaks, two figures walked through the crowd and walked towards the Wanjian Sect.
There were obviously people coming and going on the street, but the strange thing was that no one could touch these two people.
It was as if there was an invisible barrier surrounding these two people, separating the others.
Listening to the noisy voices in his ears, Li Luo asked curiously: "Who spread the news about the Battle of Wenjian? Why do so many people already know about it?"
Yan Zhou thought of the somewhat unreliable leader of the Wanjian Sect and did not answer the question. He just glanced at the young man with sympathy in his eyes.
"Master, why are you looking at me like this?" Li Luo felt the strange gaze and asked in confusion.
"In this sword-asking battle, just try your best." Yan Zhou answered the question.
Hearing this, Li Luo crossed his arms across his chest and said confidently: "Not only will I attack with all my strength, I also want to let the world know that Bingwu Lijia is the number one family among the three kendo families!"
Yan Zhou was noncommittal and changed the topic: "It is said that this time, Liu Jianli's husband also came to Wanjian Sect."
"Mr. Liu Jianli?" Li Luo asked in shock.
"Yes, and Liu Jianli's meridian damage was also cured by her husband."
As soon as these words came out, Li Luo looked even more shocked: "Then I want to go see what her husband looks like."
Yan Zhou raised his eyebrows slightly, and his memory returned to the restaurant in Qi Yuancheng. The figure in black singing an interesting ballad was still vivid in his mind.
With his status and ability, he naturally knew the information about Qin Feng a long time ago.
Otherwise, the appointment letter would not fall into the hands of the other party.
"I'm still the same arrogant person I was before. I haven't changed at all. Time is just a test, and the faith planted in my heart has not diminished at all." Qin Feng hummed while singing, and on the other side, a stream of water drew a beautiful arc in the sky.
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He shook himself, tied his belt, and walked back to the hall.
Along the way, I saw the frost on the surface of the stones on the roadside that had not completely melted away, and I thought of the figure in black dress holding a divine sword in the sky last night.
"Bai Wushuang Neng and Niangzi are known as one sword and two swordsmen, which is indeed extraordinary.
If Senior Sword Emperor hadn't arrived in time, I don't know how amazing the power of the Star-Shattering Sword of the Three Gods would have been when unleashed."
He originally thought that his wife was sure of victory in this sword-asking battle, but things didn't seem to be as simple as he thought.
"With the great reputation of Wu Xushi, Bai Wushuang is indeed very strong. Presumably, the strength of the proud man who left home in military service will not be much worse.
Although the lady could poke him away with one finger at the beginning, she didn't know how much stronger the opponent had become after so long.
I hope this time, the lady can poke it away within three fingers." Qin Feng sighed.
When he went back, Heitan Tou was practicing the art of guarding soldiers outside the house.
A strange voice came from the hall, obviously a stranger had arrived.
Qin Feng asked curiously: "Who is coming?"
Xing Sheng put down the halberd in his hand and replied: "It's a young man wearing white clothes. Seeing that he is carrying a large sword box, he should be a man who left home in military service."
"Bingwu Lijia? Why did he come to our place for nothing?"
"I seem to be here to find a young lady. I don't know the details." Heitantou shook his head.
Qin Feng understood, and walked towards the hall, approaching the door, and suddenly heard the words "Ghost Weapon Sword Box" in the conversation between several people!
"Bingwu Lijia's ghost weapon sword box that has been lost for hundreds of years? Is the young man who came here the genius from Bingwu Lijia?" Qin Feng quickened his pace, eager to take a look at the other party's appearance.
As soon as I stepped into the room, I immediately saw the unfamiliar but slightly familiar figure sitting at the table.
Dressed in white, with a black hairband on his head, and carrying a large sword box, the surface is engraved with exquisite sword patterns. If you look closely, you can see that there are seven of them.
"I always feel like I have seen this sword box somewhere before?" Qin Feng raised his eyebrows slightly and began to recall it carefully in his mind.
"Uncle." Lan Ningshuang greeted.
"Huh?" The young man in white who was talking turned around and looked, and then his eyes widened: "It's you?!"
Li Luo naturally remembered this man. When he was at Qi Yuancheng Restaurant, this man was humming arrogant lyrics and even called him little brother!
Qin Feng also recognized Li Luo and said in shock: "You are the genius of the Bingwu Li family who cried when my wife poked her nose with her finger?!"
Ah, whoops, I accidentally said what was in my heart. Qin Feng's expression froze, and he looked at the other party carefully.
The boy clenched his fists tightly, and veins were pulsing on his forehead.
The others also cast surprised looks.
"Sorry, I was quick to speak." Qin Feng apologized.
The young man didn't respond. He took a few breaths repeatedly, opened his right hand and clasped it.
As a burst of qi swept away, and with a heavy sound, the large sword box fell to the ground with a bang, and cracks spread like a spider web.
The seven sword patterns on the surface of the sword box lit up one after another!
Qin Feng realized something was wrong, swallowed his saliva and asked, "What are you going to do?"
The young man said word by word: "I must teach you a lesson today!"