As the number one god in heaven and earth, his martial arts has already reached its peak.
If he is willing to point out a mortal, no matter how mediocre his martial arts skills are, he can point him out to become an unparalleled genius.
It's a pity that they don't know what a huge opportunity they missed!
Shaking his head, Xia Qingchen came outside the hall.
Xia Yuan was waiting there. He had already heard the conversation in the temple and learned that Xia Qingchen rejected the temple and turned to martial arts. His heart hurt: "It's because I was useless as a father and didn't provide you with a good martial arts environment."
Martial arts requires the guidance of famous teachers and the help of precious medicinal materials.
Xia Yuan doesn't have any of these.
That's why Xia Qingchen failed the martial arts examination and passed out because of his poor cultivation, and became a joke.
Xia Qingchen looked at the apologetic middle-aged man in front of him and sighed in his heart, how pitiful the hearts of parents in the world are.
If he knew that the son he cared about had died long ago, he would definitely be sad and desperate, right?
"Father, gold will shine sooner or later. There is no need to worry about gains and losses in the moment." Xia Qingchen inherited this body and was grateful.
He could not repay the dead Xia Qingchen, but he could replace the real Xia Qingchen and send his father to live a hundred years.
Xia Yuan touched Xia Qingchen's head and said hoarsely: "My son is very ambitious, but in martial arts, ambition alone is not enough! If you want to become a strong man, entering the martial arts pavilion is the only way."
"After three months, Wuge will have a rematch for the losers. If you perform well, you still have a chance to get in."
When Wuge recruits for the first time, it is inevitable that there will be some talents with great potential, but unexpectedly failed to be selected due to various factors.
Therefore, Wuge specially held a rematch.
"So, for my father, I came to the Wuchen God King Temple to pray to the God King. I hope you can pass the rematch in three months." Xia Yuan patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "At the same time, I hired a martial arts instructor, Pingyang Swordsman, who personally
I’ll guide you in your cultivation.”
Pingyang Swordsman is a famous martial arts instructor in Yun Gucheng. He was once worshiped by the martial arts pavilion and has a respected status.
Later, he quit the martial arts pavilion and devoted himself to teaching the wealthy and young in their cultivation.
In his life, he taught many talented young people who became famous.
Cousin Xia Qilin is one of them.
In the martial arts assessment three days ago, my cousin ranked third and successfully entered the martial arts upper house.
The biggest credit goes to Pingyang Swordsman’s three years of guidance.
Of course, asking him would cost a staggering amount of money.
In order to help Xia Qingchen realize his dream of martial arts, Xia Yuan gave everything he had!
"Father!" Xia Qingchen was moved: "I will not let you down."
"Haha, go home now, he is already waiting at the house."
Return to Xia Mansion.
backyard.
A seventy-year-old man wearing green clothes and carrying a purple sword with seven stars on his back was sitting quietly with his eyes leveled.
"Master Pingyang!" Xia Yuan stepped forward quickly and bowed to salute.
Pingyang Swordsman chuckled: "Master Xia doesn't need to be polite."
Xia Yuan smiled and pulled Xia Qingchen over and said, "This is Xia Qingchen, the dog son. Master Pingyang is willing to condescend to teach me."
The latter looked at Xia Qingchen with his old eyes, nodded and said, "Well, you have a lot of talent."
Everyone knows that Xia Qingchen is the laughing stock of the whole city and has nothing to do with the word "talent".
What he said was just polite.
"Palace Master Xia, I will start giving instructions to Young Master Ling now, and I also ask Palace Master Xia to stay away for now." Pingyang Swordsman twisted his beard and said.
Xia Yuan was eager for this and quickly signaled the attendants in the backyard to leave: "During Master Pingyang's teaching period, no one is allowed to enter the backyard without permission."
After they all left, the backyard was clear and deserted.
The smile on Pingyang Swordsman's face gradually faded, and he became indifferent and arrogant. He looked at Xia Qingchen and said without concealment: "If it weren't for my lack of money recently, I really don't want to teach you, a rotten tree like you that can't be supported by mud.
, if you don’t make progress, you will definitely ruin my reputation.”
He still needs to be polite to Xia Yuan.
But for Xia Qingchen, he spoke frankly and expressed his true thoughts.
From now on, he will guide Xia Qingchen in his cultivation. How dare Xia Qingchen tell this to his father?
That's why he felt confident.
Xia Qingchen was unfazed by the favor and humiliation, and said calmly: "Master Pingyang, just give me some advice, and the students will be taught."
Although, he doesn't need Pingyang Swordsman's guidance.
However, father's thoughts cannot be wasted.
Pingyang Swordsman ordered indifferently: "Release your inner strength, let me check your basic situation first."
Xia Qingchen followed the words, clenched his fists and punched the air in front of him.
There were two soft pops, and a looming layer of thin white air flow flashed past his fists.
Seeing this, Pingyang Swordsman shook his head: "Rotten wood! It's really a piece of rotten wood! The internal energy is weak and unrealistic, it can only reach the level of Xiaochen Sanming. You are seventeen years old and have only cultivated to this level. You are really a rotten wood that cannot be carved!"
His evaluation of Xia Qingchen was truly merciless and did not take Xia Qingchen's feelings into consideration at all.
"It is said that dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes, and mice's sons can dig holes! Your second uncle Xia Xun is a great man, and the son Xia Qilin he gave birth to is also a talent. Your father is a piece of trash, and you were born with the same virtues. Alas! This makes me
How to teach?" Pingyang Swordsman shook his head.
Xia Xun is Xia Qingchen's second uncle. He has strong cultivation and established the Northern Xia Mansion at the level of a martial arts family.
In comparison, my father's cultivation was several levels weaker, far inferior to that of his second uncle, and he only established the Nanxia Mansion of a landlord family.
"Your father is also an idiot. No matter how much money is spent on a rotten wood like you, it is impossible to train him well, so why bother?" Pingyang Swordsman said disapprovingly.
Xia Qingchen's eyes gradually became cold as he listened.
You can belittle him however you want.
However, the only thing that cannot be tolerated is that he slanders a father's sincere care and love for his children.
Originally, Pingyang Swordsman gave good instructions, and he could still play along and pretend to accept the instructions.
But now, it's completely unnecessary.
"Master Pingyang, after talking so much, why don't you show yourself to the students and open their eyes?" Xia Qingchen said calmly.
Pingyang Swordsman snorted coldly: "My reputation is enough to open your eyes, you still need to show it?"
But when he looked at Xia Qingchen's calm, disrespectful eyes, he said proudly: "Okay, I'll let you see it, so you don't have to admit your dissatisfaction."
He shook his sleeves and held out five fingers: "I have five major specialties in my life, namely boxing, fingering, and eyesight... Which one do you want to see?"
He listed five major specialties that he was proud of.
Xia Qingchen listened patiently and said calmly: "What you are best at."
The Pingyang swordsman did not understand the meaning of Xia Qingchen's words, and said with a smile: "What I am best at is swordsmanship. This method is too advanced, and you won't understand it even if I show it to you. Try another one."
Brilliant swordsmanship and mysterious moves are difficult for non-swordsmen to understand.
"It doesn't matter, Master Pingyang can show it to you." Xia Qingchen said.
Pingyang Swordsman said with a stern expression: "You rotten wood, you insist on watching a profound method that you know nothing about! Okay, I will try my best to demonstrate it to open your eyes!"
He pulled out the seven-star purple sword on his back with his backhand.
The five fingers of the right hand hold the hilt of the sword, and the index and middle fingers of the left hand point together.
The inner energy rushing through his body made Tsing Yi excited.
"Watch it!" Pingyang Swordsman shouted softly, his temperament suddenly changed, becoming as sharp as a sword.
The tip of his toes stepped on him, and his figure was as fast as a startling giant.
A seven-star purple sword is like lightning from the purple sky, continuously streaking through the air in a stunning manner.
The sword chants are like waves rippling, deafening and deafening.
Ten breaths later.
After the swordsmanship was performed, the sound of swords remained in the air.
If a master from Yun Gucheng were here, he would definitely be amazed by Pingyang swordsman's superb swordsmanship.
But in Xia Qingchen's eyes, it's not the case at all.
"How? Can you see the essence of my swordsmanship?" Pingyang Swordsman asked displeasedly.
As a master of swordsmanship, the most annoying thing is to show the swordsmanship that you are proud of to people who don't understand.
Swordsmanship needs to be appreciated by those who understand it. Showing it to those who don't understand is like playing the harp to an ox.
"I didn't see the essence." Xia Qingchen shook his head.
Pingyang Swordsman hummed, knowing that this was the case.
"However, I have seen that there are many loopholes." What shocked Pingyang Swordsman was that Xia Qingchen said something that made no sense.
The Pingyang swordsman said uncertainly: "Are you talking about my swordsmanship?"
"if not?"
Pingyang Swordsman laughed angrily: "You rotten wood, you are really ridiculous and pitiful, you don't know how to pretend to understand! You can't see the essence, you insist on saying that I am not good at swordsmanship, haha!"
He really began to regret teaching Xia Qingchen.
Such a student will never make progress no matter how hard he spends his efforts.
"I don't understand much about the Peacock Sword Code, but from what I know, you haven't even learned the basics of this sword code!" Xia Qingchen said calmly.