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

Unexpectedly, Elder Feng only paused for a moment before readily nodding.

"it is good."

He took out a thin booklet and handed it to him directly.

"Perfect timing! I've been thinking about how to make these moves easier to learn these past few days. Could you give me your advice and see if there's anything I haven't explained clearly?"

Gu Shuxian was a little surprised, but still accepted the booklet with both hands.

There are no words on the cover.

He turned to the first page.

He frowned.

He then flipped through the pages.

His brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

The booklet wasn't very long, and he finished reading it quickly.

But he fell into deep thought.

Or rather, confused, or incredulous.

With his current swordsmanship skills, even if he were to learn a new sword technique—I wouldn't dare say he'd completely master it, but I'm confident he could grasp the general principles—this booklet…

He felt that the sword technique was extremely difficult at the beginning, as if it were an unattainable ladder to heaven, but became easier later on. At other times, he felt that the later part was even more difficult, so profound that it was despairing, while the beginning seemed like the basics for beginners.

The two conflicting feelings kept him from grasping the true essence of the sword technique.

Gu Shuxian refused to believe it and calmed down to read it again.

I still don't understand.

He closed the booklet, a hint of helplessness on his face.

"Old Feng," he said honestly, "I didn't understand."

Is the old man's sword technique too profound, or is it just pure fabrication?

If it's the former, Gu Shuxian has a bold guess, but he doesn't dare to say it.

Old Master Feng seemed completely unsurprised. He took the booklet and said calmly:

"My apprentices are all quite talented, but they haven't even mastered the first move. It's normal that you, a lowly servant, can't understand it. Don't worry about it."

He was silent for a moment, then said, "I have decided to hide these sword techniques in this library, waiting for someone with the right destiny to learn them in the future. If no one can learn them, then let them rot here."

It was unclear whether Old Feng's tone was one of regret or acceptance.

Gu Shuxian didn't know what to say, so he just chatted with him for a few more minutes, then borrowed a book from the pavilion and took his leave.

After walking a few steps, Gu Shuxian looked back.

Old Feng remained seated in his recliner, gazing intently into the distance.

……

After Gu Shuxian left, the library returned to its usual tranquility.

Feng Lao leaned back in his creaking recliner, his gaze passing through the bare branches and landing on the distant sky.

He stared at it for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, the corners of Old Feng's mouth slightly turned up.

That little handyman.

At first, he thought they were spies sent by some organization.

It looks suspicious no matter how you look at it.

But then I thought, no, at this age, with such a level of skill, which sect wouldn't keep him as a treasure? Who would send him out as a spy?

He kept observing, but didn't find anything else particularly special.

Later, he stopped thinking about it.

Anyway, whoever sent him, this kid is kind of fun.

He spends all day engrossed in reading random books, and for some reason, he inexplicably worries about the sect's development, even offering a lot of serious suggestions, some of which, to be honest, sound quite plausible.

It reminded him of when he founded the Suishan Sword Sect.

He had ideas, but knew nothing about how to build a sect. His disciples were overwhelmed and hoped he could offer suggestions. In reality, he didn't understand these things either, so he could only put on a stern face and say it was a test for them. He ended up working like a makeshift team, but in the end, he actually managed to build up the sect little by little...

The old man's thoughts drifted even further.

He recalled his days when he was still roaming the martial world, where he would fight anyone he disliked, living a life of righteous vengeance and unrestrained freedom with his sword.

His thoughts drifted further and further away.

At that time, he was still on Qinglang Mountain.

That place, known in the martial arts world as one of the five major sects, that sea of ​​clouds, that ridiculously tall mountain, and that object that countless intelligent fellow disciples never understood in their entire lives.

If I hadn't left back then, but stayed instead, like everyone else, I would have spent my entire life trying to understand that thing...

What will happen?

Could he possibly grasp even a fraction of it?

The moment the thought crossed his mind, Old Feng froze.

He then burst into laughter.

"I really am getting old."

Only old people think about what would have happened if they had chosen a different path.

He pulled himself out of his thoughts and closed his eyes.

……

That night.

House No. 9, Jia.

Gu Shuxian lay on his bunk, staring at the dark ceiling, his mind still replaying the booklet he had read during the day.

can't read.

I really don't understand.

There can't be many sword techniques in the sect that I can't understand, could it be that Elder Feng...

[You have read Yang Qingfeng's lifelong learning today, a record of the grandmaster's complete insights into swordsmanship, a crystallization of his tumultuous life and experiences. Reward: Swordsmanship "Six Swords of Qingfeng" perfected!]

A flood of information rushed into my mind instantly!

Sword intent, sword principles, sword techniques... all flowed into his body like a sudden enlightenment.

But Gu Shuxian had no time to appreciate the subtleties of this sword technique at that moment.

Old Feng really is Yang Qingfeng!

Although I had some vague suspicions before, it has now been confirmed!

Holy crap! That old man was talking about the Vajra Kung Fu and all that stuff back then, could it be that he figured something out and was deliberately trying to trick me?

Gu Shuxian felt a little guilty and began to uncontrollably recall every moment he had spent with Elder Feng over the past few months, re-examining every word and action he had taken.

How much of yourself did you expose?

So what if his realm was revealed? Did he reveal his ability to change size at will? Did he reveal the star map? Did he reveal his ability to manipulate wood?

Gu Shuxian became increasingly nervous as he thought about it; issues like cultivation level and internal energy attributes seemed trivial in comparison.

But then he thought, if the sect leader has seen through him, why doesn't he expose him?

And they let me freely access the library? They even listened to so many of my opinions? And in the end, they even showed me all the knowledge they had acquired throughout their lives?

What's in it for?

Gu Shuxian thought for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out.

"Never mind, don't rush it, rushing won't help."

Gu Shuxian shook his head, trying to shake off these thoughts.

At least from the results, I did not suffer any real harm, but instead gained tremendous benefits.

Gu Shuxian decided not to dwell on this issue for the time being.

He took a deep breath and refocused his attention on the sword technique he had just acquired.

The Six Swords of Qingfeng.

The name sounds ordinary, even a bit plain.

But he was surprised when he began to process the information about the sword technique in his mind.

This is not a sword technique at all.

Instead, it refers to six types of sword intent.

It is the story of Yang Qingfeng's journey from the clouds to the mortal world, through mountains and rivers, and finally back to the mundane.

The Six Swords have no fixed moves; when the mind is in the right state, the sword moves accordingly.

The first move is called Ascending to the Clouds. This sword strike is like climbing a ladder to heaven, aloof and untouched by the world, as if untouched by human affairs. The sword intent is ethereal, like a celestial being descending to earth.