In the end, Yang Qinglong returned his room after paying for a pot of pear flower wine. He didn’t go to Bai Zhi’s room to report immediately. What happened today was out of his imagination, although he was sort of a well-renowned sword master in Dayu. With such cultivation, the teenage deserved the name more than a genius.After Yang Qinglong calmed down, the more he felt that his previous idea was right. If the teenager was not a disciple of Sword Mountain, he must be the disciple of a swordsman in the world and he had begun his cultivation road. If not, it would be impossible for the teenager’s attainment in swordsmanship higher than that of Wang Bai.Only thinking of the word swordsman makes Yang Qinglong’s heart fly.There was an immeasurably vast difference when a warrior using sword and a cultivator using one.No matter how far a warrior went on the road of swordsmanship, at most he would be invincible in the secular w

A few miles from the official ship of the Dayu Empire, there was a small ferryboat. Two people were sitting on the deck with a rose wood table between them. There were no other things on the table except two cups of tea. One of them was a middle-aged man in grey, and he sat there relaxingly, and there was a sword attendant behind him, holding an ancient sword in both hands.The other man was gray-haired and wearing a luxury purple robe. He didn’t take a sword or a sword attendant with him.Not far away, at the entrance of the cabin, four people were waiting upon. They were all pretty, but wearing no make-up and carrying a sword case on their back.Among the two men, the middle-aged man had gained considerable fame in Dayu, and was called the first man of swordsmanship. When people mentioned him in Dayu, they all described his swordsmanship invincible.Among the warriors in society, there was a saying that there was the best

Yang Qinglong came to the small ship with his sword in hand. He looked at the old master in purple at the bow with a quizzical look.It turned out that this old master was an ordinary disciple of the Sword Sect before he made a name for himself. Later, his swordsmanship progressed rapidly but nobody knew why, and he left the Sword Sect to cultivate by himself. There had been no news from him for ages, and he kept a low profile after he joined the Hidden Sword Sect.When Yang Qinglong joined the Sword Sect, he happened to see this old master leave the sect in high spirits, and it impacted him profoundly for a long period of time.The old master in purple stood on the bow and looked at Yang Qinglong, who was just an ordinary outer disciple of the Sword Sect back then. He then said smilingly, “Yang Qinglong, have you ever hit a bottleneck in your practicing over the years? Just tell me. Maybe I can clear up your confusion.”Yan

Li Fuyao sat drinking with Yang Qinglong on the bow deck. Except for Bai Zhi and Sword Fairy, the other warriors feared this teenager who could cut the river at one blow, so they didn’t dare to stay nearby and watch. After all, he was a swordsman with a higher stage of swordsmanship than Wang Bai. Who knew what kind of person he was? If he wanted to take someone’s life at every turn, which one in this ferry could stop him?It was the first time to see a teenager who was even invincible for Wang Bai.Li Fuyao did not kill Wang Bai at one blow. And Wang Bai, the peerless swordsman, did not look much dejected after he picked himself out from the water. Then he even gave a salute from afar, which surprised Li Fuyao a little, but he also returned a salute in earnest.When Wang Bai left with his sword, Li Fuyao returned to the bow and drank with Yang Qinglong.Scarred Yang Qinglong straightened his shoulders with difficulty, after

It was the hottest afternoon. The kid was standing in the scorching sun. After a while, his forehead was beaded with sweat. A little later, the beads of sweat rolled into the shirt from the neckline. Indeed, it was a bit hot.After he stood there for a moment, the kid soon remembered the story Mr. Su had told before. In the story, a scholar, who was too knowledgeable, became a student of an old master as he still wanted to learn more. One day the scholar could not figure out one problem, so he went to look for his master for help. Then it was an afternoon of a cold winter. And it was snowing heavily outside when the scholar came to the door of his master’s room. He found that his master was taking a nap, so he was just outside the door for a long time. He waited until his master woke up when the snow was all over his head. Then he asked the master about the problem and got the answer. When Mr. Su told the story, other students wondered why that scholar still want