The next morning.
Liang Shanbo woke up early. After washing up, he took out a sword that was hanging on the wall and started practicing in the courtyard.
The Bright Sword Art didn't have a fixed sword move. Everything was done according to one's will.
However, every move and stance was a pinnacle sword move that brought out the limits of one's physical body and sword techniques.
Therefore, it was extremely exquisite and powerful.
As Liang Shanbo slashed, the swords intertwined. With a flash of cold light, a slight sound of air being torn was heard in the air, as if even the air was trembling slightly.
As he practiced, the essence of the Bright Sword Art appeared in his mind.
"The sword is the ruler of all weapons. The so-called Bright Sword is the meaning of chess.”
"The more it evolves, the more exquisite it becomes."
"When you are excited, the sword will follow your heart. You can combine your heart with the sword and use chess to control the sword. You can kill and defend.”
"When the fake is real, the real can also be fake. If the enemy is confused, the fake can also become real. Only by catching them off guard can we kill them instantly!”
"Within ten steps is the essence of the Bright Sword.”
"By relying on the evolution of the sword technique, it can form the Ten Steps of Heaven and Earth. Once you step into it, the moment the sword light falls, the enemy's head will immediately be separated!”
As he carefully savored the essence of the blade technique in his mind, the long sword in Liang Shanbo's hand became more and more exquisite.
At the beginning, the figure of the sword could still be seen.
In the end.
The sword had completely turned into a phantom.
In the end.
Even Liang Shanbo's figure was hard to see clearly, only the sword shadows that filled the sky could be seen weaving in the courtyard.
At the same time.
A cold and murderous aura filled the courtyard.
It was hard to tell how much time had passed.
"Congratulations, host. The Bright Sword Art has reached perfection and has entered the highest realm: Divine Transcendence!"
A notification suddenly appeared in his mind.
It was because the Bright Sword Technique had already reached the Divine Transcendence Realm.
Slowly stopping his cultivation, Liang Shanbo looked at the system's information and couldn't help but reveal a hint of joy.
The Bright Sword Technique was extraordinary, and with just this sword technique, he could reach the peak of this world.
Ten Thousand Man Enemy didn't dare to say.
However, if he had a good sword, he wouldn't be afraid even if there were a hundred people.
"Looks like I should find a sword.”
With this thought in mind, Liang Shanbo returned his sword to its scabbard, picked up the towel beside him, and wiped the sweat off his body.
When his breathing calmed down, he prepared to return to his room and wash up.
However, Chen Daoyuan walked over.
It was autumn, and the autumn rain had just stopped. The morning was extremely cold.
The mountains in the distance were also covered with a layer of water vapor. The autumn wind blew in the mountains, killing everything.
Liang Shanbo quickly stepped forward and greeted,""Teacher is awake so early?"
"I'm getting old. I don't sleep much."
Chen Daoyuan said with a smile.
He saw Liang Shanbo holding a sword in his hand and sweating profusely as if he had just practiced. He couldn't help but ask,"Is Churen practicing swordsmanship?"
Liang Shanbo replied," Teacher, I study every day. After a long time, I feel weak, so I practice some sword techniques to strengthen my body."”
Hearing this.
Chen Daoyuan nodded and praised,""The idea of training your body is good, but you must not reveal your swordsmanship in front of outsiders.”
The Eastern Jin Dynasty had the ethos of worshipping literature and despising martial arts.
The children of the aristocratic families were all particular about a tall hat and wide sleeves. They were very disdainful of martial arts that required sweat and hard work. They thought that this was something that only low-grade refugees and poor families could learn.
Even if it was a sword that a gentleman must have, it would be despised by others after practicing it. Even the common people of the poor family would not care.
In fact.
In recent years, many so-called famous scholars had even proposed to remove the sword from the list of weapons used by gentlemen.
As a famous scholar, Chen Daoyuan naturally didn't mind practicing the sword.
But even so, when they saw Liang Shanbo practicing sword arts, they would remind him to prevent outsiders from knowing and affecting his reputation.
"Teacher is right. I understand.”
Naturally, Liang Shanbo answered his teacher respectfully.
However, what he thought was another matter.
……
After that, Liang Shanbo stayed at Chen Daoyuan's house for another two days.
During these two days, he had been studying the scriptures with Old Master Chen. Whenever he encountered some doubts about the scriptures, Liang Shanbo would ask them. Old Master Chen would also answer them carefully, which benefited Liang Shanbo a lot.
On the third day, Liang Shanbo bid farewell to Master Chen.
Before leaving, Chen Daoyuan wrote a letter for Liang Shanbo to bring along so that he could become Sun Chuo's disciple when he went to Kuaiji.
When the master and disciple parted, Chen Daoyuan seemed reluctant to part.
Because he knew very well.
Liang Shanbo went to Kuaiji to study, followed by a gathering of scholars and officials.
With his talent and knowledge, he would definitely be able to smoothly obtain a rank. He would even become famous from then on, and everyone in the province would know about him.
At that time.
It was unknown when the master and disciple would meet again.
Chen Daoyuan was also old. Perhaps the next time they met, they would be separated forever.
" Master Chen, please hold on!"
Seeing that Chen shi wanted to send him off, Liang Shanbo couldn't help but sigh.
His predecessor had studied under this old man Chen Daoyuan for several years. The two of them were both teachers and friends, and they had formed a deep friendship.
Now that they had parted ways.
In this era, how difficult was it to go on a long journey?
This farewell might be forever!
Although he had only interacted with Old Master Chen for a few days, Master Chen had always been very concerned about him. He answered almost all of his questions and never hid anything from him.
Even Liang Shanbo was touched.
Thinking of this.
He could not help but feel sad.
" Master Chen treats me like a nephew, and Uncle Shan treats Master Chen like an uncle. Uncle Shan is extremely grateful for Master Chen's many years of guidance!" After today, I hope that Master Chen will take care of himself!”
"My body is fine, don't worry!”
Chen Daoyuan waved his hand. Seeing Liang Shanbo's sad expression, he couldn't help but smile,"It's not like it's a farewell between heaven and man, and it'll be difficult to see each other in the future. Why do you have to make such a gesture?”
"And…"
"No matter what, I still have to wait for you to become famous!”
At this point, Old Master Chen smiled and said,""In my early years, this old man learned the art of looking at qi. Although it's not profound, I can see a thing or two.”
"Now that your celestial heavens are full, clear qi is lingering between your brows, and luck is rising above your head, it's a good omen.”
"Perhaps it won't be long before you become famous in the province and shake the entire left side of the river.”
Hearing this, Liang Shanbo smiled.
He didn't say anything more and just bowed solemnly again.""Master Chen, take care!"
After saying that.
He turned around and walked further and further away with the occasional chirping of cicadas.
Behind him.
Chen Daoyuan stayed in front of the door and watched Liang Shanbo leave.
Only when the latter disappeared from his sight did he retract his gaze.
Just as she was about to turn around and enter the house.
But who knew that his old butler would run over from the side courtyard with a scroll of silk.
"Old Master, Liang Shaolang left a letter for you in the side courtyard.”
Hearing this.
Chen Daoyuan frowned. He took the letter and realized that it was a poem.
With one look.
Immediately, sadness rose from her heart, and tears fell.
There were only a few words on the letter.
The first autumn cicada is sad, and it is always the time for guests to go.
I have been moved by the past year, and where is the branch?
Listen carefully to the residual rhyme, look back at the old sound late.
Where is the tree that is intermittently planted? The cool breeze sends me away.
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