Having studied for a hundred years, why do you call me the Martial Saint?

The wooden kite on my arm is only the size of a palm and barely resembles a bird.

Gu Shuxian stared at it for a moment, and Mu Yuan stared at him blankly, not knowing what it was thinking.

"go."

As soon as Gu Shuxian had a thought, the wooden kite immediately flapped its wings and took flight, circling him three times before swooping down towards an old pine tree and crashing into it in a daze.

"return."

The wooden kite on the ground fluttered and flapped its wings, returning to his hand.

"Let's dance."

The wooden kite spun around twice and then stopped moving.

It is clearly beyond its comprehension.

The spiritual intelligence generated by internal energy is so shallow.

"This wooden puppet technique looks mysterious, but it's actually useless except for fooling people."

Gu Shuxian shook his head.

Besides intelligence, duration is also a problem. Simple movement and flight are fine, but if it's like fighting like a dummy, it's hard to say whether it can be maintained for even half an incense stick's time.

"I suppose my cultivation level is still not high enough," Gu Shuxian thought to himself. He believed that with further cultivation, his inner energy would become more refined, and the wooden puppet technique would likely be able to play a greater role.

His gaze then shifted to the mannequin on the ground, and he ruffled it a couple of times.

The mannequin was incredibly crude, with no facial features carved, resembling a few stripped tree stumps crudely pieced together.

In fact, with his current sculpting skills, it wouldn't be difficult for him to make this dummy look lifelike.

But there's no need.

It takes too much time, and it's not worth it for a piece of wood that doesn't have much intelligence.

Gu Shuxian patted the sawdust off his hands.

Speaking of Shen Jianyi, I didn't come here specifically to see him today.

I was just experimenting with the wooden kite on the mountain when I happened to see this renowned young hero completely drunk. On a whim, I decided to test him out.

While the wooden puppet technique is not very useful, it is too mystical and not suitable for fan art to display in broad daylight.

A drunkard would be a good choice.

Firstly, this person is so drunk that he can't distinguish between reality and illusion. Secondly, even if he were to tell others, they would only think that he's drunk and gone mad. Perhaps when Shen Jianyi sobers up tomorrow and recalls what happened today, he will probably just think that he had a strange dream.

but……

"I never imagined he would turn out like this."

Gu Shuxian recalled the spirited Shen Jianyi on the arena, and compared him to the drunken man who had just been drinking himself into a stupor in the pavilion. They were like two completely different people.

But on second thought, it's not surprising.

This young hero Shen's life experience can be described as brilliant. Since he started learning swordsmanship at the age of seven, he has never experienced any major setbacks. Even when he started traveling the world at the age of seventeen, he never encountered any rivals among his peers. He had a smooth and successful journey, and probably didn't even know what setbacks were like.

Gu Shuxian had heard of many such things in her previous life.

Those who have been outstanding since childhood and have made great strides in life can easily become despondent and even suicidal if they suddenly encounter a real setback.

In comparison, Shen Jianyi's behavior of just drinking and being listless is already quite good.

Thinking about it that way, haven't I done him a huge favor?

Gu Shuxian suddenly thought of something.

Shen Jianyi was bound to encounter setbacks sooner or later; it's better to encounter them sooner rather than later. Now that he has been defeated by me once, it's as if I've overcome this hurdle ahead of time.

He's just drinking and feeling down right now, but he doesn't seem to be having any serious problems. Once he recovers, he'll be a hero again!

Gu Shuxian thought about it more and more and found it made sense, so she couldn't help but nod firmly.

"I am such a kind person."

After praising himself, Gu Shuxian felt refreshed and turned to leave.

……

Days passed by, and before we knew it, there were only nine days left until the outer sect competition.

These days the mountain is becoming increasingly lively, with a constant stream of guests.

However, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the cold wind on the mountain is making people feel uncomfortable.

Gu Shuxian carried a medicine bag and walked up the mountain path.

He got this medicine from Danyaotang through Zhou Ji; it's a mild tonic for the elderly, specifically for their coughs and asthma.

Old Feng's health has been deteriorating these days. He used to cough occasionally, but lately his cough has become severe, so this time he spent some money to get better medicine.

"The sect really doesn't respect the elderly and care for the young, leaving an old man all alone guarding a remote library."

Gu Shuxian muttered to himself.

But then I thought about it again. Given Old Feng's personality, it's probably not that I don't want to be waited on. That old man has a very strange temper. Apart from me chatting and bragging with him every now and then, I've never seen anyone come over.

Before long, they arrived at the library.

The old locust tree has lost all its leaves, leaving only bare branches.

The deck chair under the tree is still there, but it's a little different today.

Old Feng sat upright in his chair, his back straight, his gaze powerful, and he looked radiant, showing no signs of illness.

Gu Shuxian was stunned.

"Old Feng, you look quite well today." He stepped forward, held up the packet of medicine in his hand, and smiled. "I was worried that you weren't feeling well, so I specially got some good medicine from the Pill Hall. It seems I wasted my time."

Old Feng glanced at him and smiled.

"They're here."

His voice was full of energy.

"You're here." Gu Shuxian sat down familiarly on the stone stool next to him and casually asked, "Aren't you doing any writing or drawing today? Have you finished?"

These days, every time he comes, Old Feng picks up a pen and writes and draws in the booklet, sometimes lost in thought, sometimes smiling knowingly, and no one knows what he is writing.

"It's finished." Old Feng nodded.

Gu Shuxian became curious: "What exactly are you writing, old man? And why has it taken you so long?"

"All that I've learned in my life." Old Feng picked up the teacup beside him, took a sip, and said calmly, "Just a few sword moves."

"Sword techniques?" Gu Shuxian asked in surprise.

He subconsciously wanted to say, "You old man, you know swordsmanship?" But then he thought, "This is the Suishan Sword Sect. It would be stranger for an old man from the inner sect not to know sword techniques."

only……

"Why didn't you find a few disciples to pass it on to? Why did you even write it into a book?" Gu Shuxian said with a smile. "Even I know that our sect doesn't do this kind of thing."

Most of the advanced techniques of the Suishan Sword Sect are passed down orally from master to disciple, taught step by step. Although there are some techniques in the library, they are all beginner-level.

True, unique skills are not left on bookshelves for anyone to peruse.

The sect is quite conservative in this regard.

"I've taken on a few apprentices," Elder Feng said, leaning back in his chair and looking away with some regret. "They all had good aptitudes, but unfortunately, none of them learned the skills."

Gu Shuxian became even more curious.

What kind of sword technique is so difficult to learn?

You taught me step by step, surely my apprentice wouldn't be completely clueless?

Gu Shuxian suddenly had a thought.

Now that his innate Shaoyang sword qi has been mastered, in terms of swordsmanship, although he has never competed with anyone, he estimates that he is among the top in the younger generation. Maybe he can help this old man find out where the problem lies.

"Master Feng, could you take a look at me?" Gu Shuxian asked tentatively.

After saying this, he actually regretted it a little. He was just a book-borrowing servant, not his apprentice, so it was a bit presumptuous of him.