Martial Arts Secret Realm: Only I Can Know the Plot?

In the martial arts world, everyone knows that Sword Demon Yan Shisan is a top-notch swordsman.

But few people know that he is also a top-notch doctor.

Only he could save Xie Xiaofeng, who was poisoned.

As for Sun Fan's injuries, they might seem troublesome to ordinary people, but to him they were nothing at all.

Sun Fan had a very long dream that night.

He dreamed of many people: enemies, comrades-in-arms, and the woman he felt most guilty towards.

He didn't open his eyes until the sun was high in the sky and the sunlight felt comfortable all over him.

I always wish my sweet dreams could last longer, much longer.

Yan Shisan was sitting by his bedside, slowly putting away the silver needles.

"Kid, I'll give you a drink and you'll live in return. We're even."

After saying that, he carefully observed Su Nan, eagerly anticipating Sun Fan's reaction.

Was it a surprise? Ecstasy? Unbelievable?

What happens next? Will you regret your actions yesterday, or something else?

To everyone's surprise, Sun Fan simply shook his head calmly: "Half a piece."

Half a piece?

"If the heart dies, the person is no longer truly alive."

I rummaged through my pockets and found the last cigarette of happiness I had left over from yesterday.

Sun Fan had just lit the cigarette and hadn't even had time to find a lighter when Yan Shisan handed him one.

Both of them were taken aback.

Sun Fan didn't say anything, but slowly leaned closer, lit his cigarette, and took a slow drag.

call.

Curing illness is easy.

But how can one cure a heart ailment? Yan Shisan doesn't know.

He himself has a mental illness.

His heartache is about being alone.

Xie Xiaofeng, the third young master of Shenjian Manor.

For an era to have such a towering figure is both a blessing and a curse for the swordsmen of that time.

Yan Shisan wanted to see him and experience the view from the highest point.

Even if the price is his life, it doesn't matter.

Swordsmen, in the end, will die by the sword.

But recently he felt as if he had been drawn into some kind of conflict.

As a pure swordsman, he didn't really want to care about so many things.

His sword was already stained with a lot of unnecessary blood.

Too much blood will tire your heart, and when your heart is tired, your sword will become dull.

He was actually very curious about how the Third Young Master maintained his sharpness.

He probably killed far more people than he did.

He was always alone; in the martial world, a skilled swordsman is always lonely.

When people gather with friends, it's always the mediocre ones who end up in groups of three or five.

Only in solitude can you truly understand your own heart and forge your own sword.

But he suddenly felt that it would be quite interesting to have more people with him on the last leg of his life.

He suddenly spoke up: "Kid, come with me then."

"If it's an illness, there's always a cure. You just have a mental illness, not a completely dead heart. Your illness is missing one crucial ingredient."

"I think I can find that medicinal catalyst."

Sun Fan also heard the notification from the secret realm: "You have gained the attention of Yan Shisan, an important character in the story. He wants to travel with you. The main quest has been changed."

Main Quest: Accompany Yan Shisan to Shenjian Manor (No time limit)

Task reward: ? ? ?

"You can find medicine for my illness, but what about yours?"

Yan Shisan asked curiously, "My illness? How did you know I'm sick?"

Sun Fan shook his head: "It's not about seeing, it's about feeling. There's always a wonderful feeling between fellow patients."

Yan Shisan stared blankly at Sun Fan.

He suddenly felt like laughing, and he burst into laughter. When he laughed, his mouth stretched as far as the back of his head, and the muscles in his face seemed to be uncomfortable with this strange posture, twisting and overlapping in all directions.

The laugh was ugly, but very satisfying.

After laughing, he stared blankly at the sun and said in a voice almost to himself, "My illness can perhaps only be cured at Shenjian Manor."

Sun Fan shook his head and didn't say anything more.

He knew that Yan Shisan was going to his death.

A fateful, pilgrimage-like journey to death.

Two top swordsmen of the same era will eventually meet.

Yan Shisan is currently weaker than Xie Xiaofeng.

Or perhaps, it's more than just a little bit better.

After that day, a strange combination appeared in the martial arts world.

A man who likes to cover his face and hide in the shadows, a man who is taciturn and carries a sharp-looking sword on his back.

There was also a young man in a blue robe with a fair complexion, who looked like a young master.

Three people, three horses, walking and stopping intermittently.

They never rushed; they slept soundly each day before getting up to walk a short distance.

Every morning, Sun Fan and Yan Shisan would get up early.

Crows, on the other hand, sleep until noon.

As the group grew closer, Sun Fan curiously asked Crow, "Why don't you practice swordsmanship?"

The crow glanced at it and coldly said, "My sword doesn't need practicing."

"Don't reveal your killer moves; practicing too many of them isn't necessarily a good thing."

Sun Fan was taken aback; this was the first time he had ever heard such a statement.

Unexpectedly, Yan Shisan stepped in to contradict him, saying, "Don't listen to his nonsense, just focus on your training."

"Have you forgotten what a crow is?"

"He always practiced swordsmanship at night and slept during the day."

Perhaps the crow really doesn't want anyone to see its killer move, not even someone it knows well.

If the killing move is revealed, the essence and spirit of the swordsmanship may be lost.

The crow, exposed, wasn't angry; it simply drank the Xifeng wine that Sun Fan had just redeemed from the system shop.

Compared to Moutai, this liquor lacks some of the rich, mellow aroma of soy sauce, but it has its own unique flavor.

After finishing his drink, the crow suddenly spoke to Sun Fan: "You're actually not suited to practicing boxing."

"Or perhaps you're not suited to practice this style of boxing?"

Sun Fan stopped his stance and asked with some curiosity, "Why?"

"Your boxing style is clearly defensive, yet you make every move seem like a life-or-death struggle. This can only mean one thing."

Sun Fan asked, puzzled, "What's going on?"

Yan Shisan, who was standing nearby, chimed in, "He harbors resentment."

Sun Fan was taken aback.

Could it be that memories from a past life can still affect one's fist techniques in this life?

He did indeed incorporate some of his previous life's fighting experience into his boxing style. Military boxing is, after all, a fighting and grappling art. Coupled with his lingering memories, every move he made was full of ferocity.

The crow continued, "You brat, stop practicing any martial arts."

Sun Fan: "Then what should we practice?"

The crow said, "With your talent for swordsmanship, in three to five years, the martial arts world will likely have another master swordsman."

After a few days, he and Yan Shisan both discovered that Sun Fan's martial arts talent was indeed quite good, but it seemed that he had been taught by a mediocre person, and the fist and foot techniques he practiced were really not suitable for him.

Sun Fan asked, "You'll teach me?"

The crow said, "No, he taught me. I'm an assassin; we only discuss swordsmanship."

At this point, the crow paused.

"I am not as good as him"

Yan Shisan, who was standing to the side, said with a smile, "You haven't even asked me if I'll accept it or not."

The crow scoffed, "Come on, the look on that kid's face when he practices every day, I can't even be bothered to call you out on it."

"For people like us, to encounter someone in this life with whom we can inherit our mantle is a blessing from heaven."

You should be content.