I am about to die of old age, and I have awakened the character of longevity.

Chapter 80: The Great Perseverance

Zhang Lin looked at Xie An in surprise.

He didn't know what Wei Dian had given to Xie An, but he felt that his elder brother was loyal and righteous. This comparison made Zhang Lin feel that he was too selfish.

"Thank you, brother, for your kindness and bravery! I can never match that. If you chose to leave before Master Wei Xiang became seriously ill and was on the verge of death, it would be so heartless and disheartening."

After a pause, Zhang Lin announced his decision:

"I also choose to stay. Even if Lin Yun fails to perform and is suppressed by the new incense master, it's just a matter of suffering some injustice and ruining his future, not a matter of losing his head."

Seeing Zhang Lin so determined, Xie An felt that he had misled him...

"Just now, Master Wei Xiang asked me to stay and taught me the complete techniques of the Heavy Mountain Blade. He also endured the pain and taught me personally. Therefore, I cannot leave. Brother Zhang, you don't have to do this."

Originally, Xie An didn't want to say this, so as not to make Zhang Lin feel unbalanced.

But Zhang Lin's decision made Xie An look at him with a higher regard.

What's more, the choice of staying or leaving is related to Zhang Lin's future prospects.

Compared with personal prospects, the imbalance is too small.

Even though I knew Zhang Lin would feel unbalanced after hearing this, I still had to make it clear.

Sure enough, Zhang Lin showed deep disappointment after hearing this.

Heavy Mountain Knife...

The supreme martial art in the hearts of thousands of disciples of the Tiger and Wolf Sect!

But he quickly adjusted himself. "It's as I should. My strength has remained at the Bronze Skin Realm for many years, and I have no future. An old man like me is actually not taken seriously anywhere. Master Wei Xiang has allowed me to stay in this black market until now, and he has not withheld any medicine or money. Before he died, he also asked me to find a better job, and I am already grateful.

But my older brother is different. Although he's getting older, his strength is growing day by day. He's worth cultivating. I see that clearly. So... I still choose to stay."

Xie An looked at Zhang Lin with respect again and did not try to persuade him any further.

After some greetings, Zhang Lin found an excuse to leave.

Xie An also closed the gate and returned to the water tank in the kitchen, where he drank a sip of water.

Familiar taste!
The water nourished by the magic box is indeed extraordinary.

After drinking it in one gulp, a warm current surges through the body, gathering in the lower abdomen and lingering for a long time, making one feel extremely comfortable.

……

The next day, the sky was just beginning to brighten.

Xie An then went to the yard to practice with the Chongshan Sword.

Ever since Xie An witnessed Wei Dian's knife-suppressing skills, he has developed a strong interest in this martial art!

The heavy mountain knife's pressing technique alone can achieve the effect of exerting force at a distance of just an inch!

How terrible is this?

You know, both swords and spears are weapons that require strong impact and often need to be accelerated over a long distance before they can unleash their powerful power.

The larger the weapon, the more powerful it is, but it also requires a longer acceleration distance.

This is consistent with physics.

But the heavy mountain knife can exert force at a distance of an inch, which makes it impossible for the enemy to defend against it in battle, and it is difficult to understand how the enemy died.

Simply outrageous.

No wonder it is the top martial art of the Tiger and Wolf Sect, and no wonder Meng Hu spent thirty-eight years to master this sword technique.

However, it is really difficult to refine.

Stab forward, chop horizontally, and cut vertically.

The blade stopped just inches from the ground...

Unfortunately, the moment the blade stopped, the force of the blade also dissipated.

There is no way to suppress the momentum.

Xie An tried dozens of times, and without exception... all failed.

This unique skill of pressing the knife is too difficult to figure out on your own...

Xie An washed his face, changed his clothes, and hurried out to the hall.

When the door was knocked again, it was Wei Dian who opened it himself, but Lin Yun was not there. He was probably in seclusion preparing for the exam in a month.

"Xie An, you're here."

Wei Dian was still wearing his conical hat, but he looked much more energetic and more enthusiastic towards Xie An.

However, Xie An, who had cultivated his Qi sense, could clearly feel that Wei Dian's internal condition had worsened.

"Have you had breakfast?"

"Well, I've eaten."

"Then stop being in a daze and show me your knife-pressing technique."

"it is good."

Xie An collected his thoughts, drew out his broadsword and began practicing.

The result...failure.

However, Wei Dian instructed him very patiently, "Don't worry, it took me five years to learn the skill of pressing the knife... You should practice it tens of thousands of times first to get the feeling, then I will explain the true meaning to you, and you will understand it. This is called... practicing the knife a thousand times, and the meaning will become clear." Xie An was not impatient either. He was mentally prepared for the difficulty of practicing the Chongshan Knife and could endure the loneliness and torment.

Moreover, Xie An could sense that Wei Dian's understanding and experience of swordsmanship far surpassed his own. Having such a master to teach him was far better than Xie An's own groping.

Soon it was nightfall, Xie An thanked Wei Dian for his guidance and prepared to leave. He also planned not to bother Wei Dian for the next few days.

After all, it takes tens of thousands of rehearsals for the meaning to become clear.

The same goes for practicing at home.

Just as Xie An was about to leave, Wei Dian's voice came from behind him.

"Xie An, if the Blood Ridge Black Market is not busy in the next few days, you can come to my place during the day to practice swordplay."

Xie An was about to refuse and ask Wei Dian to take good care of himself, when he suddenly saw that Wei Dian was the only one left in the empty yard.

Lin Yun also went into seclusion to prepare for the exam...

Although disturbing Wei Dian would not be conducive to his recovery, Xie An still couldn't bear to see this lonely and widowed incense master who didn't have much time left to live.

"it is good."

……

Half a month passed by in a flash.

Xie An would come to the other courtyard early every day to find Wei Dian and practice his sword-pressing skills. During the lunch break, Xie An would go to Shuideng Town outside the hall to have lunch, and then return in the afternoon to practice sword-pressing skills until late at night.

Wei Dian didn't teach Xie An much else, just that he kept practicing with his sword. If his movements or thoughts deviated, Wei Dian would correct him immediately. Occasionally, he would chat with Xie An about family matters, bringing more life to this secluded courtyard. Whenever he heard Wei Dian's laughter, Xie An felt a sense of relief.

Sometimes when Wei Dian was tired, Xie An would let him go to the room to rest while he went to the yard to practice.

For half a month, Xie An kept repeating the three cuts.

Stab forward, chop horizontally, and cut vertically.

Very dull and extremely boring.

Only people with great perseverance can endure.

At first, Wei Dian thought that Xie An was just enthusiastic for a short time. The reason why he taught him patiently was mainly to do Xie An a favor. Fortunately, after he left, Xie An saved Lin Yun's life.

But as time passed, Wei Dian discovered that the old man Xie An had great perseverance.

For half a month, regardless of rain or shine, he practiced the three sword techniques tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of times... Although he failed every time, he still persisted.

He is also a martial artist, so how could he not move people?

It rained heavily that day.

The rain in late autumn is bone-chillingly cold.

Wei Dian, who had been poisoned by the corpse poison pill, was attacked by the cold air and his condition deteriorated severely. He got up late and looked at the heavy rain outside, and couldn't help but sigh.

"It's raining so hard, Xie An shouldn't have come. I'm the only one left here, and I'm not used to it."

After putting on his clothes and hat, he walked out of the bedroom and into the living room. Wei Dian saw cold buns and soy milk on the eight-immortal table not far away, as well as a set of tonics wrapped in mulberry paper.

Lin Yun has been in seclusion recently, so these things... were naturally sent by Xie An.

"I can't practice on a rainy day, but you still sent me breakfast. That's really thoughtful of you."

Wei Dian walked over with a smile, opened the mulberry paper, and saw a piece of fine ginseng inside.

Although ginseng is very nutritious, it is of no use to Wei Dian who has been poisoned by the corpse poison pill. However, Wei Dian is still very happy. "Okay, it seems that you really recognize me as the incense master."

Wei Dian has always believed that Xie An is from Tangjiabao and has regarded Xie An very seriously.

He showed favors to Xie An many times with a purpose. To put it bluntly, it was an exchange of interests.

I felt a little bit uneasy, fearing that Xie An would be disgusted and not appreciate my intentions.

Now seeing this not-so-valuable gift sent by Xie An, Wei Dian felt much more at ease.

He began to re-examine Xie An.

If Xie An were outside, he would be too old to practice martial arts and wouldn't achieve much. But the Tang Family Fortress had mastered the art of health preservation, so who wouldn't be a late bloomer?

Meng Hu was a late bloomer, as were Old Master Tang, Tang Qingyun, and Tang Qingfeng.

Therefore, Wei Dian did not dare to speak rashly about Xie An's future achievements.

As Wei Dian picked up the cooled bun and chewed it, he began to think to himself: Perhaps, if I teach him everything I know, he can really master the Heavy Mountain Blade?
Wow!

Outside the door, thunder streaked across the sky and rain, shaking the earth so much that it seemed to tremble.

A huge boom interrupted Wei Dian's thoughts. He looked out the window and saw the fine rain falling and heard bursts of strange sounds.

Ok?
Wei Dian became curious and slowly walked to the gate, then his pupils shrank deeply.

In the huge yard, an old man with white hair stood in the pouring rain, practicing his sword skills meticulously.

Stab forward, chop horizontally, and cut vertically.

Repeat these three steps continuously.

No matter how cold the raindrops hit his face, no matter how wet his long hair stuck to the corners of his mouth, no matter how loud the thunder roared, nothing could shake the old man's determination to practice with the sword.

"In Baiyutang, we have never produced someone with such great perseverance! Perhaps he can really master the Heavy Mountain Blade."

Wei Dian's eyes shone with an unprecedented light. "Not for favors, not for Lin Yun, just for your great perseverance, it's worth my all to help you!"

(End of this chapter)