Chapter Fifty-Seven: Wu Chi

  Lu Fan could say nothing more, and softly replied "yes" as he walked out of the room under the gaze of his clear-eyed and smiling master.

  The book was very thick, like a stone slab. Lu Fan had never seen such a thick martial arts manual before. Just looking through it would probably take some time.

  He looked up and suddenly saw that the ground which had been cut by Chu Tian Shixiong had returned to its original state at some unknown time.

  Furrowing his brow slightly, Lu Fan was inwardly shocked. Could it be that just now, Qing Shi had tricked him?

  What kind of cultivation is needed to restore the cracked ground to its original state?

  "Alas, Lu Fan junior brother, Master didn't scold you, did he?"

  Han Feng Shixiong quietly opened the door and shouted to Lu Fan. At this time, Chu Hang and Chu Tian, two Shixiongs, suddenly raised their voices in unison, as if covering for Han Feng Shixiong.

  Lu Fan walked to the door of Han Feng's room and said, "Nothing. The master taught me a sword technique and then let me out. Brother Han Feng, do you know what's going on with this place? Just now it was..."

  Han Feng quickly said, "Nothing. It's just the sect's grand formation of the Martial Academy. I heard it was set up by several powerful Xianqi warriors and Wu Zun together. The entire Martial Academy is like this, the ground damage will recover soon, you'll get used to it. Lu Fan, what sword technique did you learn? Is it a Earth-level martial skill?"

  Lu Fan handed the book in his hand to Han Feng and said, "No, it's just a low-level martial skill for one person."

  "Huh?"

  Han Feng couldn't believe it and flipped through it again, only to find that it was indeed the basic sword technique, with extremely simple and shallow moves.

  Han Feng's face changed, and he muttered: "When did Master become so petty?"

  He raised his head, Han Xun returned the book to Lu Fan, and then ran to one side to secretly take out a small booklet and handed it to Lu Fan: "Lu Fan Shidi. This is my master's kung fu, on which there are also the insights of our predecessors and my own understanding, you take a look. No need to hurry back to me."

  Lu Fan's expression changed slightly, and he immediately shook his head, saying: "Han Feng Shixiong, how can this be?"

  "Anyway, I'm also your senior brother. Let you see it and when I need to use it, I'll ask for it again. Don't feel embarrassed, this is a tradition of Yuan Yuan Academy. When I came here, the eldest senior brother and second senior brother helped me like that too. Go, don't let Master see you."

  Han Feng stuffed the small booklet into Lu Fan's hand and then pushed him out.

  Lu Fan looked at the small booklet in his hand, and his eyes were slightly moist.

  Back in his room, Lu Fan put the booklet and book on the table.

  He opened the booklet of Han Feng, and Lu Fan was very curious why Han Feng had just demonstrated his martial skills when he was stopped by the other two brothers.

  Opening Han Feng's booklet, Lu Fan read for a while before taking in a sharp breath of cold air.

  So that's why Brother Han Feng wasn't allowed to use it.

  This martial art is probably even more terrifying than that of Chu Xing and Chu Tian.

  He's going to use it, and I guess all the buildings here will be gone.

  Fearsome martial skills, truly fearsome. And the cultivation conditions are so harsh, requiring a special physique, how did Senior Brother Han Feng achieve it?

  He closed the small booklet, and the possibility of him mastering this martial skill was not great. Because he didn't have the indestructible physique mentioned in the booklet, even if he forced himself to practice, his achievements would never be too high. The later stages were definitely beyond his reach.

  He closed the small booklet and opened the thick "Basic Sword Techniques".

  Just then, there was a sound at the door.

  "Lu Fan, junior brother, continue."

  Lu Fan turned his head to look, and saw two books flying over. At the door was Chu Xing, a senior brother of the Chu Sect, with a smile all over his face. Chu Xing said: "If Master doesn't give you good things, then learn our martial skills. Haha, when Big Brother returns, go find Big Brother to learn from him again, it's definitely no problem. Lu Fan junior brother, work hard on your cultivation!"

  Chu Tian Shixiong chuckled lightly and didn't say much, only letting out a hearty laugh towards Lu Fan.

  The two of them finished speaking and left immediately, continuing their recitation afterwards.

  Lu Fan looked at the two books in his hand and then at Han Feng's book on the table.

  He felt an unparalleled warmth in his heart.

  This feeling, he had rarely experienced it when he was at home. The few times he did, were from his father. Among peers, there wasn't any.

  Lu Fan put the book on the table, his eyes glistening with tears, and muttered: "It seems I am destined to be a member of Yuan Institute. Fellow seniors, I won't let you down."

  Opening the Basic Sword Manual, Lu Fan began to study it carefully. He didn't believe that his master would deliberately use a low-level martial skill to deceive him.

  Either this is a test, or there must be some hidden meaning in it.

  No matter which one, Lu Fan had to find it out desperately.

  Neither Lu Fan nor Chu Hang, Chu Tian, or Han Feng noticed that their teacher had been standing behind the door all along, watching their every move through the gap.

  "These young whippersnappers."

  A clear and venerable master burst out laughing, recalling his own years of cultivation.

  What is called "Master's Door Enmity", what is called "One Pulse Same Sincerity".

  A clear and respected master opened the door, beckoned a rocking chair with his hand, sat down slowly, closed his eyes to meditate.

  When they saw a clear and respected teacher coming out, Chu Xing, Chu Tian, and Han Feng's recitation voices suddenly increased, their voices carried away by the wind, drifting away without a trace.

  。。。。。。

  From then on, Lu Fan devoted himself to studying this basic sword technique carefully.

  From dawn till dusk, from sunrise to sunset, burning the midnight oil, studying hard with all one's heart.

  At first, Lu Fan really couldn't see any doorway. This was just a basic sword technique.

  But after careful consideration, Lu Fan discovered the difference between this basic sword technique and other low-level sword techniques.

  It first divides swordsmanship into eighteen styles: chopping, thrusting, sweeping, slashing, intercepting, hanging, collapsing, pointing, wiping, lifting, clouding, framing, blocking, wrapping, piercing, cutting, and cleaving.

  Among them, the single sword is divided into virtual step flat cut, bow step flat cut, back cut, step down cut and more than 1,200 kinds of cutting methods.

  Each splitting method has three to four techniques for implementation, as well as corresponding martial arts explanations.

  There are eighteen moves in total, and if calculated, there would be at least tens of thousands of swordplay techniques.

  But what was even more astonishing to Lu Fan was that this was only the beginning. Looking further ahead, he discovered that there were many more things beyond these.

  After finishing a move, there is actually an explanation of the usage method that combines this move with other moves. As the number of moves increases, the explanations also become more varied and complex. Not only are there methods for attacking and defending, but also techniques for counterattacking.

  The further back it goes, the more changes there are, and the number is even more frightening.

  Lu Fan couldn't imagine who had compiled this book with such perseverance, it was as if the entire sword path had been dissected and laid out before him.

  In the most straightforward way, with the simplest language and the most direct words, I will tell you how to practice swordsmanship.

  It's as simple as if the opponent is a vertical chop, you just block it horizontally at this level.

  Learning this doesn't require any talent, only strong willpower and memory, as well as the terrifying ability to integrate and connect.

  Lu Fan was completely immersed in the ocean of swordsmanship.

  Before this, Lu Fan had always thought that swordsmanship was profound and mysterious, high up in the mountains, like a divine being, with its head visible but not its tail.

  But now, this book tells him that swordsmanship is just like this.

  It's just a matter of getting better with practice.

  Lu Fan practiced every day, and at all times he was cultivating. He had already become inseparable from this basic sword manual.

  Han Feng and others looked at Lu Fan's performance, all somewhat puzzled.

  Isn't it just a human-level martial skill? It must be Master's test for us. Why are you being so serious, and it doesn't look like you're pretending at all.

  Have you ever seen someone who was so full during meals that they almost fed vegetables into their nostrils?

  Have you ever seen someone who can pretend until everyone goes to sleep at night and he is still waving his sword for a whole night?

  Gradually, Han Feng and others began to call Lu Fan "Wu Chi Shidi".

  Lu Fan didn't say anything. He had heard even more unpleasant titles than this for decades. Just call him whatever you want.

  Before he knew it, two months had passed. Lu Fan still hadn't put down the book.

  Han Feng and others tried several times to get Lu Fan to shift his line of sight.

  But no matter what they did, they couldn't disturb Lu Fan, even if they wanted to sneak into his room at night and steal his book.

  Lu Fan had long since treated cultivation as sleep, and he was always holding onto his books. How could they possibly be stolen?

  One Clear Master looked at Lu Fan's state and smiled: "After this round of cultivation, your junior brother Lu Fan will probably catch up with your realm."

  Han Feng shouted on the spot, "Master, are you kidding me? I've been cultivating for over a year, and Lu Fan junior brother caught up with me in just two months? Did you give him an immortal pill?"

  "A clear master smiled and said: 'The immortal pill does not exist. If it did, I would have eaten it myself. Whether or not that's true, you'll know once Lu Fan finishes his cultivation.'"

  Han Feng and others looked at Lu Fan, and they all started looking forward to the end of Lu Fan's cultivation.

  Is a low-level martial skill really that powerful?