When Chen Xuan heard that Dugu Ye actually thought of this sword on Zhong Nantian, he couldn't help but feel funny inward.
However, his divine sword is indeed related to Zhong Nantian. Zhong Nantian deduces the Supreme Sword Cultivation of the World through the Seven Styles of Zhenwu. The sword that Zhang Muzhi of Yunchao Sword Sect interpreted for him is the essence of the Seven Styles of Zhenwu and the Supreme Sword Chronicle.
But what made Chen Xuan curious was why Dugu Ye, a mortal swordsman, could he associate his magic sword with one sword to Zhong Nantian?
"Mr. Dugu, believe it or not, I have learned this sword by myself. Okay, we have finished drinking and the sword is over. It's time to cure the disease, right?" The reason why Chen Xuan has been patient with this old child was because Dugu Ye indirectly helped him to clear his siege.
Therefore, Chen Xuan must repay this favor.
"Don't bother me, I'll ask you one last time. I'll ask you again. Is the sword you just now really what you have learned?" Dugu Ye's expression became extremely serious and serious.
This made Chen Xuan a little uncomfortable for a moment, because Dugu Ye has always looked boring and unruly, which is completely different from the old-fashioned and serious middle-aged people he had seen before.
"Mr. Dugu, I am a practitioner of Taoism. If I lie to you, I will be punished by the laws of heaven. Is that okay?"
Chen Xuan said this very calmly. He just stabbed the sword out of his mind. He was indeed inspired by the Seven Styles of Zhenwu and Zhang Mu's sword intent, but in the end he still relied on his own integration and understanding, and it was not considered bragging.
When Dugu Ye saw Chen Xuan dare to swear to the Heavenly Dao, he had to believe it if he didn't believe it.
Immediately afterwards, this mortal sword cultivator who was drunk and caught Chen Xuan's shoulder with both hands. The divine light in his eyes was even more excited than seeing the beauty: "Boy, you are the closest person to me in my life to understand Jiandao in my life. As long as you kneel down and slap me three times, I will accept you as your disciple immediately! Kneel down quickly!"
After hearing Dugu Ye’s words, Chen Xuan was stunned for a moment.
Dugu Ye actually wants to accept him as his disciple?
Could it be that you are crazy about drinking?
Chen Xuan didn't think this was a great thing. Instead, he thought that Dugu Ye was joking with him when he was drunk. Moreover, he already had two masters. From the perspective of respecting his teachers and respecting the Tao, he could not just worship anyone, let alone be under the disciple of a mortal swordsman.
"Mr. Dugu, you are drunk. When I finish seeing you, I will take a break early."
Chen Xuan said, and he wanted to help Dugu Ye sit down.
Dugu Ye raised his tone: "I'm not drunk! How can you be drunk! Do you think I'm a mortal, so you don't like my swordsmanship?"
Of course, Chen Xuan didn't have such an idea in his heart, but Dugu Ye was just a mortal. Learning his sword intent may be useful for his future martial arts practice, but how can mortal sword skills be compared against those cultivators and enemies?
Although I thought this in my heart, Chen Xuan still explained politely on the surface: "Mr. Dugu, you have thought too much. In fact, it is because I have worshipped two masters. What they taught me will benefit me for life, so I don't plan to worship other people as my teachers."
"You worship two masters? Who are they? Can their cultivation in swordsmanship be comparable to me? With your martial arts talent, besides taking me as your teacher, letting any sword cultivator in the Shanhai Realm teach swordsmanship is a waste of your talent! You should think carefully, I, Dugu Ye, never accept disciples in my life, and today is the first time I have experienced it!"
Dugu Ye said this very arrogantly, but in his eyes, he had a little intention of begging Chen Xuan to agree to take him as his teacher.
Chen Xuan laughed in silence: "Mr. Dugu, I don't know if you have ever heard of it. If a sword cultivator in the Shanhai Realm wants to achieve something in the sword path, he must forge a sword fetus when forming a golden elixir. Although I am a martial arts cultivator, the golden elixir in my body is not in the form of a sword fetus. In other words, I have no chance of being a sword cultivator in this life, and I don't have any extra time to practice secular sword art with you. Just this point, I can't be able to worship you as my teacher."
"Who said that without a condensed sword body, you cannot achieve the ultimate sword path?"
Dugu Ye glared at him with a beard, as if he was so angry by Chen Xuan's words.
"Only by condensing the sword fetus in your body can you continue to practice sword art. That is the sword cultivation system developed by Zhong Nantian, but who stipulates that the swordsmen in the world can only follow his cultivation path?"
Chen Xuan was shocked when he heard Dugu Ye's shocking words.
He has been in the Shanhai Realm for so long, and has been practicing hard according to the martial arts cultivation system created by his predecessors. He has never thought about whether his cultivation method is wrong or whether there are other ways of cultivation.
Dugu Ye, a mortal swordsman, actually said that the swordsmen in the world do not have to practice according to the swordsman system created by Zhong Nantian.
Chen Xuan, who heard this for the first time, felt that what Dugu Ye said was too shocking.
"Mr. Dugu, what you can teach me is the secular sword technique? Even if I understand your sword intent, I am not considered a sword cultivator. If I don't have a sword body, my sword art will not be pure after all."
Chen Xuan's words were immediately refuted by Dugu Ye: "The sword body is nothing! As long as you agree to practice swords with me, you will be better than those sword cultivators who claim to be dedicated to practicing swords and do not care about external objects within three to five years!"
"Let's forget it."
Whether from the point of having two masters already or Dugu Ye is just a mortal, Chen Xuan doesn't want to worship Dugu Ye as his teacher.
Of course, it is mainly because of the previous point, which is inappropriate in Chen Xuan's mind.
Just when Dugu Ye wanted to say something, a woman with elegant makeup came in at the entrance of the garden.
This woman's appearance is not very beautiful, but her graceful temperament is not comparable to many beauties.
"Madam, why are you here?" Dugu Ye actually became serious when he saw the woman entering the garden.
The woman smiled calmly: "My husband, let me see if Dr. Chen has cured you."
"Madam Dugu, I'm sorry, I haven't started the diagnosis yet." Chen Xuan said, glanced at Dugu Ye's expression, and felt quite smiling in his heart. Unexpectedly, Dugu Ye, the old child, was quite honest in front of his wife.
When Mrs. Dugu heard Chen Xuan say this, she smiled helplessly and said, "My husband, don't make things difficult for Dr. Chen. Dr. Chen is a recognized young miracle doctor in the Northern Wilderness. If you ask him to treat you, you will definitely be cured soon."
"Okay, then I'll listen to my wife." Dugu Ye sat down honestly and waited for Chen Xuan to treat him.
Chen Xuan thought that he had been in for so long and finally got to the point. He immediately opened his divine eyes and scanned Dugu Ye's body. He found that Dugu Ye had been damaged by his uncontrollable drinking for many years.
But what surprised Chen Xuan the most was the birthmark on Dugu Ye’s chest that looked like a sword mark.