Suddenly…
"Alright, you can transmigrate now." Ye Feng, who was lying on the bed and thinking about the future, was interrupted by Absolute Beginning's voice.
"So fast?" Ye Feng thought it would take a long time when he heard Absolute Beginning talk about this and that. He didn't expect that two days would be enough.
"This is an ordinary world, so it's naturally not difficult to break through. As you grow stronger, the stronger the world you transmigrate to, the longer it will take to break through.”
"Oh right, I have to tell you something. After you leave this world, time in this world will stop. When you come back, time will continue.”
"Got it!"
"Right, what about my body?" Ye Feng suddenly thought of a very important question. Yes, time in the Origin World had stopped, but if Ye Feng spent time in other planes, would his body change?
"What can resist the word 'time'?”Absolute Beginning seemed to understand what Ye Feng was asking and sighed. Ye Feng was stunned.
"In other words, my age will still increase. It will increase with the time I spend in the plane, even though I still look the same.”
"That's right!"
"As expected." Ye Feng shook his head with a bitter smile. He had thought that his body would not be eroded by time in the plane and that he would not age. Now, it seemed that he had thought too much.
However, it made sense. If he could resist the erosion of time, how could he cultivate?
……
"This is the world of the Smiling Proud Pugilistic World!”
Ye Feng was wearing a wig and a Ming Dynasty costume, standing on the streets of Fuzhou, Fujian Province.
Even in ancient times, it was a prosperous scene. The shops on both sides of the street were connected. There were restaurants, inns, cloth, groceries, food, rice, and so on.
On the streets, there were people walking with swords in their hands. There were also people holding folding fans and chatting casually. There were also nobles sitting in carriages.
The sound of the bustling traffic brought Ye Feng from modern times to ancient times.
……
The young man in the bamboo house.
A young man with a cold expression was sitting cross-legged on the bed with a bamboo sword placed across his knees. His back was straight like a sharp sword.
This place was a remote mountain in Fujian, where few people came and went.
A year ago, Ye Feng had come to this ancient forest deep in the mountains alone to focus on comprehending the Tao of the sword.
Deep in the mountains, even the setting sun changed color because of loneliness.
The world was lonely, and so were the people.
He didn't know if it was his heart or his sword that was lonely.
Perhaps both, or perhaps neither.
……
Early morning.
The rising golden light gently sprinkled on the ground in the backyard of the Lin Mansion, leaving behind a dazzling light.
A tall figure stood under the light, stretching his arms to welcome the most glorious moment of all things in the world.
The corner of his white robe was cold as snow, and the image of a flying bat was embroidered with black silk threads. The strange combination of Bai Yi and Black Bat made it impossible for anyone to find anything out of place.
"Sword Stance!"
His white clothes fluttered in the wind, and the bat with its wings spread out at the corner of his clothes swayed in the wind, looking natural and unrestrained. Ye Feng swung the bamboo sword in his hand in a straight line as his wrist moved.
"Sword Drawing Form!"
Ye Feng stabbed the sword into his waist and bowed slightly. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he pulled out the bamboo sword from his waist.
"Raising Sword Form!"
Ye Feng's wrist shook slightly, and the longsword that he had thrust out suddenly changed its direction in mid-air. He slashed diagonally to the right corner.
"Sword Stance!"
"Sword Drawing Form!"
"Raising Sword Form!"
At this moment, the blazing sun had already climbed up into the sky, sprinkling down even hotter rays of light, scorching the ground like a raging fire.
Under the sunlight, the elongated shadows on the ground kept moving left, right, back, and forth. The bamboo swords danced dazzlingly. Ye Feng repeatedly practiced these three basic sword techniques, constantly adjusting his own frequency according to his own understanding, trying to find the most suitable way to strike.
Stab!
Flirt!
Ye Feng sheathed his sword and walked slowly like a bamboo canopy.
A clean white towel was placed on the stone table, and a golden copper basin was filled with clear water. Ye Feng placed the bamboo sword on the stone table, rolled up his sleeve, and placed his palm into the copper basin to gently wash the sweat off his hands.
After a while, he fished it out of the copper basin with both hands. He wiped his fingers clean with a white towel and sat on a stone bench. He held a yellowed book and read it carefully.
The name of the book could be seen through the slits of his fingers.
Twelve Life-Seizing Swords!
Four hours to practice the sword, four hours to read books, and the rest of the time to sort out the knowledge in the books. This was Ye Feng's life. Other than sleeping time, he had almost arranged everything to be full.
One year of sword practice and one year of Qi Refinement.
Now, a trace of weak true qi had gathered in his body.
Ye Feng held the secret manual of the 12 Life-Seizing Swords and read it carefully. From time to time, he frowned as if he couldn't figure out something.
The Twelve Lethal Swords wasn't actually called that.
Because it was the Evil-Exorcising Sword Manual. It was just a change in name and packaging.
A year ago, Ye Feng had stolen the kasaya used to copy the Evil-Warding Sword Manual from the Lin family's old residence in Xiangyang Alley. He had copied it again and destroyed the original.
Lin Yuantu's Evil Repelling Sword Art was a sword art that he comprehended from the Sunflower Manual's incomplete manual. The two had the same origin.
There were seventy-two moves in the Evil-Warding Sword Technique. The moves were swift and strange, and the sword tip would often pierce the enemy's throat before others could see the moves clearly. If it was not for the premise of castration, it could definitely be called a martial arts secret art.
Lin Yuantu's Evil Repelling Sword Manual had many explanations, which was easier to learn than Sunflower Manual.
Moreover, what Ye Feng valued the most was its rapid results and extraordinary progress. Cultivating this technique would allow one to become a first-rate expert in a very short period of time. In the original novel, Lin Pingzhi, who was extremely weak, could kill the evil path master Saibei Mingtuo with his sword after practicing for a few months. This was evident.
Ye Feng already had his own thoughts about the Evil-warding Sword Manual.
The Evil Repelling Sword Manual was called Evil Repelling, but it was actually an evil sword technique. Swiftness and strangeness pursued absolute speed and absolute attack power.
If the sword was fast enough, even if he didn't learn the heart technique of the Evil-Warding Sword Manual, he could still unleash its power. For example, the Saber Saint Fu Hongxue drew his saber tens of thousands of times every day. His saber was faster and more powerful than the Evil Repelling Sword Art.
Saber Drawing Technique!
It was rumored to be the darkest and most decisive saber.
Fu Hongxue used hatred to stab his knife. His knife was born for revenge. Every move he made was filled with hatred. Fu Hongxue was not swinging his knife, but his heart and his hatred.
Fu Hongxue's saber was a living blade of death.
Therefore, Ye Feng learned the art of drawing a sword and placed his focus on the sword.
Fu Hongxue placed his hatred on the knife, and Ye Feng placed his persistence on the sword. Although the two paths were different, their paths were the same.
Compared to Fu Hongxue's move of falling into the demonic blade, Ding Peng's blade in the crescent moon blade was called the demonic blade, but he did not fall into the demonic path. His saber could be retracted and retrieved freely, without being tainted by demonic nature or dust. This was why Ding Peng finally broke free from the control of the demonic saber and switched to a wooden saber. He reached the realm where there was no saber in his hand, no saber in his heart, and the saber was for his own use.
Fu Hongxue and Ding Peng's sabers were demonic sabers, but their personalities were as pure as the moon and as cold as frost.
Ye Feng had learned the sword and was obsessed with it. He had pursued the truth of the sword path with a sincere heart.
The sword was the devil, and the heart was the god.
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