Chapter 255 Come, I'll teach you
Although he had other things to do, Wei Wenxin stood there and watched for a full half hour.
In the dark night and under the stars, in the southern suburbs of the city, in an ordinary and tidy house, in that small courtyard, a no longer young woman was immersed in the world of swords, intoxicated.
Stab, chop, poke, tease, and pick.
She only knows five basic sword techniques.
But she practiced with such concentration that it was enough to make countless real sword practitioners feel ashamed.
The woman's bone age was only about 40, but her face looked quite old.
All because she is a mortal.
A mortal who longs to embark on the path of cultivating immortals, but is destined to fail due to his limited talent.
It was an ordinary iron sword, well maintained, with no dust even on the cracks of the hilt.
But this was not a sword for combat, for it bore no marks of combat.
During this half hour, Wei Wen thought a lot.
When ordinary people are forty, they have to work hard for life during the day. When night comes, some people will struggle in hopeless dreams, while others will fall asleep in sweet dreams...
Most people's lives are so simple.
When she was forty years old, she had already reached the middle stage of Jindan.
Every day I am either doing something or on my way to doing something. Life is so colorful.
When other people's refining furnaces explode, at most the refining room will be damaged, but she will burn a large area around the refining room to the ground.
When other people got into disputes, they would at most beat the other person up, leaving him with a black eye and a swollen face, but she would often beat him up until he broke his arms and legs and lay on the couch for a long time, unable to get up...
She is unruly and will even fight with her elders if they scold her or she disagrees.
No matter who you face, you have the courage to challenge.
If you don’t agree, just do it.
As long as you can't die, you will die.
If anyone said something bad about her, she would go to their door and stick her battle flag in front of them.
She always has endless courage.
He dares to challenge Yuanying when he is at the Jindan stage.
Even if he was beaten to the point where he couldn't get up, he would still dare to put the battle flag in front of others next time after he recovered from his injuries.
As long as she is not beaten to death, she will become stronger rapidly in the process of being beaten.
Once she makes enemies with others, she will never give up.
Even if it takes many years, I will not give up.
For her, the matter will not be over until the man is beaten to a point where even his own mother cannot recognize him.
Forty years old, who was extremely sensitive and cared too much about her self-esteem, was just a small part of her childhood.
She was very lucky to have teachers and elders who loved her very much, including her master, great master, uncle, uncle, and great uncle...
Because she has so much love, she doesn't need to rush to grow up.
It is also because she has many people who love her that even though life is complicated, her heart still retains the innocence and sincerity of her childhood.
"When you exerted your strength, you didn't do it right."
Someone suddenly came to the house, and Asan was frightened and gasped. She hissed softly in pain.
Even in this situation, the sword in her hand did not fall out of her hand and she still held it firmly.
She raised her head and saw a female cultivator in green standing in front of her.
The sleeves of her white middle garment fluttered in the wind, and were an inch longer, making her look like a white lotus blossoming among the lotus leaves in the field.
Asan stared at the person in front of him, alert.
The aura of the person in front of her was so strong that she couldn't even ask "Who are you?"
A clear cloud floated by, blocking the moon, and the person under the moon also became blurred for a moment.
Before Asan could react, the female cultivator in green had already taken out her sword.
"Come, let me teach you."
After saying that, Asan saw the female cultivator slowly practicing basic sword moves in front of her.
"This is a stab. Concentrate all your energy and spirit on one point and stab it out instantly. It must be fast, steady, and ruthless..."
As the other party explained in detail, Asan was attracted to her unconsciously, and then she held the iron sword that had accompanied her for more than 30 years and followed her.
Stab, chop, point, lift, pick, collapse, cut, chop, wipe, scrape, cloud, hang, hold, and press.
It turns out that this is just a basic sword move. There are so many different moves...
Each one, and there are so many variations...
A man tried his best and finally climbed to the mountainside. He looked forward with his hands on the ground, only to find that there were thousands of mountains ahead, each one higher than the last.
Even if you climb to the top of the mountain, you are still at the foot of the next mountain. Asan's movements are getting slower and slower.
This feeling is really frustrating!
If she were a cultivator, she would have been plagued by inner demons by now.
But she's not.
She is a mortal.
A mortal with a strong will.
After a moment of loss, she began to try her best to remember everything the female cultivator in front of her taught her!
Such an opportunity may never come again in this life.
Because she had no spiritual roots, from the moment she was born, her brothers and sisters could go to the academy for enlightenment, but she could only stay at home to help her mother make and sell tofu. When she grew up, she had to carry a flower basket around the city during special festivals, shouting "selling flowers~" in her delicate voice again and again...
Asan's sword was getting faster and faster, until she shouted unconsciously, "If the immortal touches my head, I will enjoy eternal life!" A wisp of sword energy as thin as a hair emerged from the tip of the iron sword, and with a "puff", it penetrated into the large stone mill in the corner of the yard.
The millstone was hard, and after a "bang" sound, there was only a hole the size of a little finger.
Wei Wenxin turned back in horror and saw that the woman's hair had turned white in an instant.
She had no spiritual roots, but in a state of unity between man and sword, she used the sword in her hand to gather all her energy and spirit into a wisp of sword energy and swung it out!
Wei Wenxin had never experienced anything like this before, but she also knew that she had good intentions but ended up doing something bad.
Although this woman's swordsmanship is not very good, she has been practicing swordsmanship for many years and has already established an inseparable connection with the sword.
She originally had no spiritual roots, but at that moment, the sword became her spiritual root.
But she doesn't have any spiritual energy in her body like a cultivator, so she can only consume other things.
Wei Wenxin took a deep breath and took out a handful of elixirs, but didn't know which one to give her.
If a mortal were to scrape a little powder off the elixir for her, she wouldn't be able to bear it!
As if he had seen her panic, Asan held his sword and called her with a smile, "Big Sister!"
Immortal cultivators are different from ordinary people.
Decades have passed, and Wei Wenxin's appearance has not changed at all.
At first Asan didn't recognize it, until she became one with the sword and couldn't help but recite the poem, then she suddenly remembered it.
"Hey, Senior Sister, this is not your fault!"
After being called "Senior Sister" twice in a row, Wei Wenxin finally came to her senses, found a bottle of spiritual spring water, used her spiritual sense to separate a drop, and dripped it onto Asan's forehead.
Asan only felt that his whole body became more energetic, but the weakness in his bones was still there.
She heard Wei Wenxin ask her, "Are you feeling better?" and she quickly replied that she was feeling better.
The current situation is undoubtedly very embarrassing.
The two of them only exchanged a few sentences a few decades ago, so it can be said that they are complete strangers.
Asan recognized her, but she didn't recognize Asan.
"you know me?"
Although Asan said she was much better, Wei Wenxin still didn't dare to leave.
"More than 30 years ago, during the Immortal Wine Festival, Senior Sister may not remember me, but I still remember you."
In his life, Asan had never seen a woman more beautiful than the Senior Sister.
But when he saw her, he didn't care about her appearance at all. He only had one thought in his mind - "She is so strong! I want to be like her too!"
Wei Wenxin didn't know what to say for a moment.
To her, it was just a passing by, but to others, it was enough to talk about it for a lifetime.
There was a long bench under the eaves. Asan felt exhausted and slowly moved to the bench and sat down. Wei Wenxin also put away his sword and followed him.
Asan looked indifferent, but Wei Wenxin couldn't help but care.
We need to find a doctor to help as soon as possible.
So she took out a sound transmission talisman, and because she was anxious, she divided her spiritual consciousness into countless strands, and sent out the sound transmission talisman at the same time.
It was not until the sound transmission note disappeared into the void that she realized what she had done.
It turns out that sending group messages is such a simple thing!
You wouldn’t have thought that, when she was little, the eldest sister was a strange woman like a flat-headed brother, otherwise she wouldn’t be so good at fighting.
Do you remember the mortal girl who longed to become an immortal?
She has grown up.
But she is old too.
Due to limited talent, dreams are just dreams after all.
The dream is shattered, like an endless galaxy of stars.
The senior sister scooped up a piece from it, lifted it up gently, and then, a star appeared in the sky.
Every time I lay a foreshadowing, I will record it in Excel and check after a while to see whether the pit has been filled.
So basically there will be no time for mystery.
On the night of Chinese Valentine’s Day, the eldest sister spent it with people who were very important to her, and I hope you can do the same.
Give you a heart~
(End of this chapter)
