Chapter 147 Thoughts Begin to Slip
As soon as Ping Shanhai finished speaking, Jieying Peak fell into a brief silence again.
Even Ye Sui'an was no longer bothered by Lu Xun's words "You have already seen it", but was concerned about Shen Yan's answer.
Previously, the Demon Sect had been blocking this news. Weren’t they waiting for this day?
Now that the sword-questioning has ended, it is no longer a secret.
Therefore, Shen Yan gave the answer very straightforwardly, saying, "That's right."
As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere inexplicably became...weird!
In an instant, the breathing of many people became heavier.
Although everyone had some guesses in their minds before, no one dared to confirm it.
"A natural born sword fetus! The Demon Sect actually has another natural born sword fetus!"
Ever since Yan Li entered into seclusion, there has been no more natural sword fetuses in the world.
And going back further in time, only the founder of Jianshan was born with a sword fetus.
No wonder this person could have such a deep understanding of kendo in less than a year!
How can an ordinary person comprehend the sword's meaning within a year...
But... why is it from the Demon Sect again! ?
Why don't you change your name to Jian Zong! ?
Although it is a bit disheartening to say this, the elders of Yijian Mountain and Wanjian Mountain suddenly felt that the innate sword bodies that they regarded as treasures were suddenly not so attractive anymore!
The innate sword body suddenly lost the flavor it should have!
Our two major sword sects vied to receive this innate sword body, but in the end each took a step back and allowed him to join both sects at the same time, becoming the only successor of Jianshan.
And look at the Demon Sect!
Without anyone noticing, the master accepted another natural sword fetus as his disciple!
Together with Yan Li who is currently in seclusion, they have two sword fetuses in one sect, unprecedented in history!
As long as Lu Xun doesn't die halfway, when he fully grows up, he will most likely reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship again!
And there has never been a precedent of any of Mr.'s disciples dying halfway through...
Shen Ludan had a bright smile on his ugly face, and he was thinking in his heart: "Should I tell them that Junior Sister Lin Chan was also born with a sword fetus?"
After hesitating for a few seconds, he temporarily gave up the idea.
"No rush, no rush, leave it for next time." Shen Yan said sinisterly in his heart.
After hearing Shen Yan's reply, Ping Shanhai nodded slightly. He held the magic sword in his hand, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Ye Sui'an was a little dazed. Besides the sentence "You have already seen it", there was another sentence in his mind: "He is a natural sword embryo"!
At this moment, Shen Yan was exchanging business praises with the elders leading the teams of Yijian Mountain and Wanjian Mountain.
People are praising our junior master-disciple. Although we also think that our junior master-disciple is more awesome than your disciples, we cannot act too arrogant.
So he racked his brains and praised Ye Suian and other elite disciples, forcibly elevating them to the same level as Lu Xun and making the most of the vocabulary he had mastered in this life!
"Being a sect leader is tiring." Shen Yan sighed in his heart.
Fortunately, the two storage rings in his hands filled with gambling prizes gave him great psychological comfort.
The three sword-asking contests ended, and the Demon Sect won in the end. The "culprit" Mr. had never shown up from beginning to end, and it seemed that he was not particularly interested in the gambling.
The people from the two major sword sects said goodbye to Shen Yan and others, and then split into two groups and returned to their respective sects.
Ping Shanhai and Ye Sui'an were special cases. They flew out together on a small boat.
Along the way, Ye Sui'an steered the boat, while Ping Shanhai sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.
He was comprehending and digesting the dumb old man's second sword.
Before leaving, the mute old man made a "one" gesture to him, and then made a "two" gesture to himself. Ping Shanhai could roughly understand what this meant.
He had only mastered one sword that reached its limit, while the mute old man had mastered a second sword that also reached its limit based on the first sword that reached its limit. This was the difference between the two.
Yan Li has three most famous swords, and I think he has his own ultimate three swords.
In the eyes of outsiders, the first and second swords of the mute old man were very ordinary, and there was nothing mysterious about them.
Ping Shanhai was the person involved. These two swords were aimed at him, and he felt too much.
In addition, he was a water-based sword cultivator, and the mute old man was also a water-based sword cultivator, so he gained even more insights from it.
If my sword power is like a surging river, then the mute old man's seemingly ordinary and calm sword is the vast ocean.
It's just that there was no wind or waves on the sea, so others couldn't see the undercurrents.
While they were already digesting and absorbing it, Ye Sui'an, who was in charge of flying the object, was still in a trance.
He has already accepted the fact that Lu Xun was born with a sword fetus.
What else can I do if I don't accept this? Can I go back to my mother's womb and be reborn?
What he still couldn't figure out was why Lu Xun said that he had seen his sword.
Could it be that his sword is an invisible sword?
This doesn't make sense!
For some reason, he kept thinking and inexplicably recalled the scene when Lu Xun tapped his forehead with his fingertips.
He raised his right hand blankly and touched his forehead, feeling mixed emotions.
He did not have too many negative emotions towards Lu Xun. On the contrary, he truly felt that he had received some guidance.
Moreover, Ye Sui'an could sense that although the sword in Lu Xun's hand was extremely sharp, he was a warm and gentle person at heart.
That gentle "enough" sounded in his heart, and he could still seem to feel his light touch on his brow. Ye Sui'an felt as if he was really fighting with an elder in his family.
They were clearly rivals before, but now he only had respect for Lu Xun.
He called him "Senior Lu" willingly.
But where is his sword?!
Ye Sui'an felt like his brain was about to explode. When he was flying just now, he almost crashed the small boat into the mountain.
Yes, don’t think that there will be no traffic accidents just because you can fly.
Just as his thoughts were becoming more and more confused, a big hand gently patted his shoulder.
Ye Suian was naturally shocked.
Ping Shanhai withdrew his right hand awkwardly. It was supposed to be a warm gesture, but he didn't expect it to scare the child.
"Master." Ye Sui'an turned his head and said respectfully.
He has two masters, Ping Shanhai, the sword wielder of Yijian Mountain, and the sword jade wielder of Wanjian Mountain.
Ping Shanhai was a cripple, so he had difficulty moving. He limped to Ye Sui'an's side and sat down, saying, "Are you still wondering where his sword is?"
Ye Sui'an nodded and said, " Master, please help me solve this puzzle. I just can't figure it out."
Ping Shanhai looked straight at the sea of clouds in front of him and said, "You saw him, which is equivalent to seeing his sword. So he told you that you have seen it."
Ye Sui'an was stunned for a moment, then murmured:
"Are people swords? Are there people who practice swords like this in the world?"
Ping Shanhai nodded and said, "Even for me, this is the first time I've seen one. Perhaps he is the first one in the world."
Ye Sui'an looked far ahead, but his eyes were a little wandering.
While he was still practicing step by step, Lu Xun had already embarked on a path that no one had ever taken before.
This is an opportunity, a blessing, but also a great danger!
How much courage and perseverance does it take to brave the thorns and brambles on an unknown road?
My thoughts started to slip...
"Ye Sui'an, you deserved to lose."
"Senior Lu is very talented. I am far inferior to him." Ye Sui'an said deeply in his heart.
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