Daxia Hao raised his face and looked at Shen Fengchu, who was lying flat on the reeds.
The expression on his face was first surprised, then ecstatic, and then turned into a bitter smile.
My father wanted to learn swordsmanship from a famous master all his life, but he failed to do so until his death. He walked out of the mountains carrying this wooden sword that he had sharpened by himself. Although he had the idea of becoming a real hero in his heart, he never dared to really hope for it.
Who is Shen Fengchu? Regardless of his identity as the prince of the northwest, he is a guest in red. Even though Hao Daxia has just entered the world, he has heard this name countless times. In the competition arena before, Shen Fengchu forced the Tianshan elders to retreat. He can still see the ghost scene now when he closes his eyes.
He was a master who was once taught by Feng Lingxiao, a top three swordsman on the martial arts list.
Such a person should be taught how to use a sword!
This was something Hao Daxia couldn't even dream of, so he was surprised first and then happy.
Just thinking about the current situation, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Daxia Hao knew very well that he was not a genius from heaven, nor did he have extraordinary bones. He was just the son of an ordinary hunter in the mountains, and he would never be able to achieve success overnight.
Is it too late to learn the sword before the battle?
Dad has always hoped that he can fulfill his long-cherished wish. Now at least he has a master. Even if he dies today, he can still be considered a true Jianghu man, right?!
Thinking of this, Hao Daxia naturally felt proud in his heart.
He bent his knees, knelt on the ground solemnly, and kowtowed three times to Shen Fengchu.
"Master, please accept my apprentice's three bows!"
Shen Fengchu didn't stop him. Firstly, he didn't have the strength, and secondly, he knew the temper of Hao Daxia.
"Help me up!" After Hao Daxia bowed three times, Shen Fengchu said softly.
Stepping forward, Daxia Hao carefully straightened her body, and Xiaobai stepped forward and pressed her body against his back.
After taking a breath, Shen Fengchu spoke again, "Let me ask you, what is a sword?"
"Sword?" Hao Daxia looked at his wooden sword on the ground. "My father said that the sword is the representative of the swordsman and the life of the swordsman!"
"Wrong!" Shen Fengchu looked into his eyes seriously, "That's all a lie by the so-called heroic swordsman. From now on, you have to remember that the sword is just an extension of the hand, just like what we use to eat. Chopsticks and knives are needed for cutting vegetables, and swords are just tools used to kill people. Other than that, swords are bullshit, or in other words, none of them! It’s people who kill, not swords!”
Hao Daxia looked at the wooden sword in confusion and held it in his hand, "Then I eat and chop vegetables with my left hand. Can I hold the sword with my left hand?"
"Of course!" Shen Fengchu took a breath, "And, I can tell you one more thing, Feng Lingxiao also holds the sword with her left hand!"
"Really?" Hao Daxia looked surprised.
When he was a child, he received countless scoldings from his father because of his right and left hands. Hearing Shen Fengchu say that the world-famous swordsman also used his left hand, he couldn't help but feel excited.
Shen Fengchu nodded slightly, raised his gaze slightly, and looked at the reeds behind him.
"Hero, can you curse people?!"
"Of course I can!" Hao Daxia chuckled, "Those old ladies in our village are no match for me!"
"People are here!" Shen Fengchu raised his chin toward the reeds, "Scold them out!"
People are coming?
Hao Daxia's palms suddenly became sweaty.
With the safety of Shen Fengchu, the prince of the northwest, on his shoulders, how could he not be nervous? Daxia Hao raised his face and looked at Shen Fengchu, who was lying flat on the reeds.
The expression on his face was first surprised, then ecstatic, and then turned into a bitter smile.
My father wanted to learn swordsmanship from a famous master all his life, but he failed to do so until his death. He walked out of the mountains carrying this wooden sword that he had sharpened by himself. Although he had the idea of becoming a real hero in his heart, he never dared to really hope for it.
Who is Shen Fengchu? Regardless of his identity as the prince of the northwest, he is a guest in red. Even though Hao Daxia has just entered the world, he has heard this name countless times. In the competition arena before, Shen Fengchu forced the Tianshan elders to retreat. He can still see the ghost scene now when he closes his eyes.
He was a master who was once taught by Feng Lingxiao, a top three swordsman on the martial arts list.
Such a person should be taught how to use a sword!
This was something Hao Daxia couldn't even dream of, so he was surprised first and then happy.
Just thinking about the current situation, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Daxia Hao knew very well that he was not a genius from heaven, nor did he have extraordinary bones. He was just the son of an ordinary hunter in the mountains, and he would never be able to achieve success overnight.
Is it too late to learn the sword before the battle?
Dad has always hoped that he can fulfill his long-cherished wish. Now at least he has a master. Even if he dies today, he can still be considered a true Jianghu man, right?!
Thinking of this, Hao Daxia naturally felt proud in his heart.
He bent his knees, knelt on the ground solemnly, and kowtowed three times to Shen Fengchu.
"Master, please accept my apprentice's three bows!"
Shen Fengchu didn't stop him. Firstly, he didn't have the strength, and secondly, he knew the temper of Hao Daxia.
"Help me up!" After Hao Daxia bowed three times, Shen Fengchu said softly.
Stepping forward, Daxia Hao carefully straightened her body, and Xiaobai stepped forward and pressed her body against his back.
After taking a breath, Shen Fengchu spoke again, "Let me ask you, what is a sword?"
"Sword?" Hao Daxia looked at his wooden sword on the ground. "My father said that the sword is the representative of the swordsman and the life of the swordsman!"
"Wrong!" Shen Fengchu looked into his eyes seriously, "That's all a lie by the so-called heroic swordsman. From now on, you have to remember that the sword is just an extension of the hand, just like what we use to eat. Chopsticks and knives are needed for cutting vegetables, and swords are just tools used to kill people. Other than that, swords are bullshit, or in other words, none of them! It’s people who kill, not swords!”
Hao Daxia looked at the wooden sword in confusion and held it in his hand, "Then I eat and chop vegetables with my left hand. Can I hold the sword with my left hand?"
"Of course!" Shen Fengchu took a breath, "And, I can tell you one more thing, Feng Lingxiao also holds the sword with her left hand!"
"Really?" Hao Daxia looked surprised.
When he was a child, he received countless scoldings from his father because of his right and left hands. Hearing Shen Fengchu say that the world-famous swordsman also used his left hand, he couldn't help but feel excited.
Shen Fengchu nodded slightly, raised his gaze slightly, and looked at the reeds behind him.
"Hero, can you curse people?!"
"Of course I can!" Hao Daxia chuckled, "Those old ladies in our village are no match for me!"
"People are here!" Shen Fengchu raised his chin toward the reeds, "Scold them out!"
People are coming?
Hao Daxia's palms suddenly became sweaty.
With the safety of Shen Fengchu, the prince of the northwest, on his shoulders, how could he not be nervous?