Martial Arts: After ten years of sword-drawing, the Sword God must bow his head when he sees me

Chapter 37 It’s Difficult, But Not Impossible

It’s not that Zhang Sanniang hasn’t tried to make the sword power as easy to control as her own true energy.

However, the sword intent is difficult to control, and it is not easy to use it.

Not to mention reaching a level like Shen Pingan, who can easily concentrate his sword intent on one point.

No easy task.

Shen Pingan picked up the teacup on the table and sipped it before saying calmly, "Yes, it's difficult, but it's not impossible."

This simple sentence was like a wake-up call, striking Zhang Sanniang's heart hard and leaving her completely stunned.

After a long moment, Zhang Sanniang suddenly exhaled a breath of foul air, nodded in agreement, and said, "Indeed, the way of the sword is difficult. If you give up when faced with difficulties, how can you ever reach the pinnacle of the sword? No wonder Master Shen has achieved such success at such a young age. Sanniang will learn from you."

Shen Ping'an nodded and said, "Miss Zhang, you are too polite."

After a brief pause, Shen Pingan continued, "If Miss Zhang wants to strengthen her control over her sword intent, I may have a method, but it may require some paper and pen."

Zhang Sanniang's eyes lit up: "I would like to hear the details."

Shen Ping'an didn't waste any words. He raised his hand and a sword-shaped energy burst out from his palm, flashing through the flowers and plants outside the pavilion.

Then he bent his five fingers, and with a burst of energy, he sucked an aster flower with its stem into his hand.

Under Zhang Sanniang's gaze, Shen Ping'an used the flower stem as a pen, the tea and the sword intent in his body as ink, and the stone table as paper to start writing.

As the flower stem in Shen Ping'an's hand moved, Zhang Sanniang's beautiful eyes unconsciously showed a hint of surprise.

When Shen Ping'an was writing, he clearly injected sword intent into the pen. Logically, the sharpness of the sword intent should be enough to penetrate the stone table, but while Shen Ping'an was writing, the stone table was not damaged at all.

Moreover, the sword intent is actually condensed in water using water as a carrier.

Soon, the words "Qiu Shui" appeared on the desktop.

After writing these two words, Shen Pingan said softly, "If Miss Zhang can do what I have done, using a pen instead of a sword, writing safely without damaging the paper or pen, then using the sword will be as easy as moving your arm."

Zhang Sanniang has an extremely high talent for swordsmanship and is able to condense the sword intent at her fingertips, which shows that Zhang Sanniang has already reached a certain level of control over the sword intent.

As long as you practice diligently and explore, it won't be long before you can figure out this method of controlling the sword intent.

There was no need for Shen Ping'an to hide this little trick.

As early as when Shen Ping'an injected the sword intent into the flower stems to write, Zhang Sanniang had already understood the method Shen Ping'an mentioned.

Hearing what Shen Pingan said, Zhang Sanniang couldn't help but sigh, "Sir Shen is truly a genius who can come up with this method to cultivate his sword spirit."

As she spoke, Zhang Sanniang glanced at the stone table again.

The two characters "Autumn Water" are written in thin and vigorous strokes, which can be described as natural and beautiful.

Because of the sword intent stored in the memory, these words give people a feeling of bending iron and breaking gold.

"Good word!"

Looking at the two words written by Shen Ping'an, Zhang Sanniang couldn't help but comment in her heart.

For some reason, Zhang Sanniang looked at the aster flower that Shen Ping'an had just written. After her thoughts turned for a while, she looked at Shen Ping'an again.

When his eyes fell on Shen Ping'an's handsome face, which seemed to be meticulously carved by the most skilled craftsman, he thought of what Yao Yue said.

Thinking that the person in front of her would stand side by side with Yao Yue in the future, Zhang Sanniang's brows unconsciously frowned slightly.

After continuing to ask Shen Ping'an for a few more questions, Zhang Sanniang got up and left.

There is no sloppiness at all.

"I'll take Miss Zhang out!"

After hearing what Shen Ping'an said, Zhang Sanniang subconsciously wanted to refuse.

But when the words came to her lips, Zhang Sanniang smiled and replied, perhaps thinking of something, "Then I'll trouble you, Master Shen."

Perhaps she had found a solution. At this moment, Zhang Sanniang's brows were completely relaxed, and she returned to her former gentle and calm self.

The conversations along the way were also very elegant.

It is hard to associate the beautiful woman beside him with the world-famous warrior.

A moment later, after leaving the Shen family, Zhang Sanniang, who had already walked more than ten steps, suddenly turned around. After confirming that Shen Pingan, who had just sent her out, had returned, Zhang Sanniang suddenly raised her right hand hidden in her sleeve.

However, unlike when Zhang Sanniang came, her right hand was empty.

At this time, there was an aster flower in Zhang Sanniang's right hand.

Looking at the aster flower in her hand, Zhang Sanniang's snow-white face suddenly turned red.

The next day.

East Factory.

Cao Zhengchun sat upright on the main seat, with Iron Claw Flying Eagle standing beside him like a guard.

In front of the desk, a eunuch trusted by Cao Zhengchun bowed and reported the news he had just received.

When the eunuch finished speaking, Cao Zhengchun's face showed a bit of surprise.

"Are you sure that Mr. Shen took action in Hulong Villa?"

In response to Cao Zhengchun's question, the eunuch at the desk quickly replied, "Master, our men have secretly investigated and indeed discovered traces of battle and blood in the bamboo forest behind Hulong Villa."

Cao Zhengchun thought for a moment and then asked, "How long has Shen Changan been in Hulong Villa?"

"According to the spies, it took less than an hour from the time they entered Hulong Villa to the time they left."

"However, it might take about half an hour to go from Hulong Villa to the bamboo forest in the back mountain and back."

Cao Zhengchun continued to ask: "When did they return to the capital?"

"After leaving Hulong Villa, we entered the inner city in half an hour."

Cao Zhengchun narrowed his eyes slightly. "From the time you left Hulong Villa to the capital, you didn't do any breathing exercises in between?"

At this time, Iron Claw Flying Eagle asked, "Do you think that Mr. Shen injured the Iron-hearted Divine Marquis?"

Cao Zhengchun nodded and said, "This person has an extraordinary talent for swordsmanship, and his sword intent has reached perfection. His strength is far beyond common sense."

"If this Mr. Shen really concealed his own cultivation, even if he has only just entered the Tiangang realm, his strength is extraordinary."

"Although Zhu Tiedan is very powerful, I'm afraid he won't be able to withstand this sword prodigy."

Iron Claw Flying Eagle frowned and said, "Even if there are traces of fighting in the bamboo forest, it doesn't mean that the injured person is Iron-hearted Divine Marquis!"

Cao Zhengchun raised his index finger and waved it gently, his posture was feminine and graceful.

"If it were yesterday, I might have had the same thought, but Zhu Wusi was absent from the court this morning due to illness."

"And at the court this morning, the Minister of War was involved."

"This man has a close personal relationship with Zhu Tiedan and has always supported Zhu Tiedan in the court. Without his support in the court, it would be like cutting off an arm for Zhu Tiedan."

"It's impossible for our Divine Candidate not to see through this."

"But even so, Zhu Tiedan did not attend court today."

"Combining these pieces of information, it seems that Zhu Tiedan is indeed injured, and his injury is even more serious than I imagined."

After listening to Zhu Wusi's analysis, a hint of gloom flashed in Tiezhua Feiying's eyes, and then excitement appeared on his face again.

"Then, while the Iron-hearted Divine Marquis is too busy attending to the court, can we eliminate those who are against the Governor?"

Cao Zhengchun thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Everything should be done in moderation. We've been making quite a fuss lately, and we're lucky to have been able to depose this Minister of War today. If we continue, I'm afraid it will only incur the displeasure of His Majesty."

Iron Claw Flying Eagle said disdainfully, "So what if he's dissatisfied? He's just a puppet emperor."

"boom"

However, just as Iron Claw Eagle finished speaking, he suddenly felt a terrifying force falling on his chest.

The powerful force directly lifted the Iron Claw Eagle away, and it slammed hard into the wall on the side, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

Looking up, Iron Claw Eagle discovered that Cao Zhengchun had lost his usual warmth and gentleness, and his eyes were frighteningly cold.

(End of this chapter)