"Good morning, Big Brother."
Yan Yi'an nodded, looking at the sword in his brother's hand: "Coming to practice the sword?"
Yan Xianjue nodded and shook the manual in his hand, which he had found in a pile of books Grandpa left behind.
He had originally thought it was some martial arts novel Grandpa bought at random from some small stall.
Just like the kind of Nine Yin Manual you could buy by a pedestrian overpass.
Ever since he discovered that his grandfather was the protagonist of a metaphysics novel, however, Yan Xianjue felt that the credibility of this sword manual had increased just a little bit.
"Let's test if what Grandpa drew is real."
Yan Yi'an: "..."
Other things aside, based entirely on his understanding of Yan Xianjue.
If Yan Xianjue learned it successfully, he would most likely think, I really am amazing.
Just in case he failed to learn it, he would definitely say, Grandpa's drawing isn't realistic at all!
Yan Yi'an: "..."
For the sake of Grandpa's reputation, Yan Yi'an spoke up: "If you're just starting out, a wooden sword will do. Be careful not to hurt yourself with an edged sword."
Yan Xianjue thought about it and felt that what he said made sense.
He sat down casually cross-legged next to Yan Yi'an, then laid the sword horizontally across the table.
He flipped open the manual and began to page through it. In less than three minutes, Yan Yi'an heard him start to mutter:
What kind of nonsense did Grandpa draw?
Yan Yi'an: "..."
He called it.
Yan Yi'an thought about it seriously. For the sake of Grandpa's reputation and image, he decided to give up on letting Yan Xianjue learn on his own.
He tapped his fingertips, and making sure Yan Xianjue looked up at him,