Basic Swordplay Passed Down

Lin Feng chatted with Mr. Hong for half an hour and felt that he had benefited immensely.

When it came to martial arts, having someone to teach you and having no one to teach you were worlds apart.

At that moment, the maid Yue'e entered carrying a large basin of stewed meat.

"Brother Lin Feng, you can chat with sir later.

Eat something first. Only when your stomach is full will your injuries heal faster."

Lin Feng caught the scent of the meat, and his uncooperative stomach let out two rumbling growls.

"Thank you, Sister Yue'e." Lin Feng sat down beside the table, ready to eat.

The maid Yue'e said, "No need to be polite with me, Brother Lin Feng. All this meat was sent to us by you."

Lin Feng picked up his chopsticks and looked at the maid Yue'e and Mr. Hong. "Aren't you having any?"

Mr. Hong said, "Eat it yourself. We had just finished lunch before you came."

Lin Feng sniffed carefully. Mixed in with the aroma of the meat was the scent of medicinal herbs. Some herbs had been added while the meat was stewing.

Having a master really was different. Even what they ate was more refined than his.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony." Lin Feng picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

Before long, he had cleaned out the entire basin of meat. Every tendon, gristle, joint, and cartilage had gone into Lin Feng's stomach.

He had come just shy of crunching up the bones and swallowing them too.

"Delicious! Sister Yue'e's cooking is truly excellent."

It seemed that few people ever praised the maid Yue'e's cooking. Hearing Lin Feng's compliment, a smile appeared on her face.

"If Brother Lin Feng likes it, then come serve sir more often. Every time you come, I'll make you a whole basin."

"Mhm, mhm." Lin Feng nodded. "Sir just said that you'd teach me Basic Swordplay in a while. If I can get started within a month, sir will take me as his disciple."

The maid Yue'e looked at Mr. Hong, her face full of confusion.

What did sir mean by that?

Was it an entry test?

When she had practiced Basic Swordplay, it had taken her two years just to get started.

Making Brother Lin Feng get started within a month—wasn't that practically a direct refusal?

Even the most outstanding geniuses in the world would be doing well if they could get started within a month.

Mr. Hong gave the maid Yue'e a look that said, Don't concern yourself with it.

The maid Yue'e understood. Mr. Hong did not want to take Brother Lin Feng as a disciple; he only wanted to teach him a set of Basic Swordplay.

Basic Swordplay was at least Low-grade Martial Arts, the foundation of every sword technique in the Sword Sect.

She had heard that if one could cultivate Basic Swordplay to the ninth level, then practicing the Sword Sect's other sword arts afterward would be like traveling a thousand miles in a single day.

Moreover, Basic Swordplay's killing power was not weak either. Compared to those Low-tier Martial Arts, it was a hundred and eight thousand miles ahead.

If Brother Lin learned Basic Swordplay, protecting himself would not be a problem.

Mr. Hong seemed to be in a good mood today.

Seeing Lin Feng finish an entire basin of meat, he said with a smile, "Xiaofeng can really eat. With such strong digestion, practicing martial arts will yield twice the result with half the effort."

"Hehe." Lin Feng chuckled foolishly. "I could eat another basin too."

He was not boasting. Because of his injuries, he digested food especially quickly.

After finishing a basin of meat, he had already digested seven or eight tenths of it. His stomach had not even bulged.

With medicine and food alike, his injuries had improved considerably. His Vitality attribute had already recovered to ten.

"Oh?" Mr. Hong looked at Lin Feng's flat stomach and could not help but marvel. His ability to digest food far surpassed that of ordinary people. It seemed Lin Feng truly had some talent for martial arts.

Unfortunately, he was indeed a little too old.

Major sects generally began training disciples from childhood, starting martial arts practice at four or five years old.

Hearing Lin Feng say he was not full, the maid Yue'e raised her brows, put her hands on her hips, and said, "Does Brother Lin Feng mean to blame Yue'e for making too little food?"

Lin Feng hurriedly said, "It's because Sister Yue'e's cooking is too delicious. I've never eaten anything this good in all my life, so I'm still savoring the aftertaste."

Only then did the maid Yue'e smile. "Hmph, at least you know how to talk."

Mr. Hong also said with a smile, "All right, stop fooling around. Go to the courtyard together.

While it's still light, Yue'e, pass Basic Swordplay on to Xiaofeng.

Xiaofeng, learn as much as you can."

Lin Feng carried Mr. Hong out to the courtyard, while the maid Yue'e took out a wooden sword.

Mr. Hong's smile faded as he said solemnly to Lin Feng, "Xiaofeng, do not tell anyone that I am teaching you martial arts.

You must not pass on the martial arts I teach you to anyone else, either.

This is all for your own good.

Can you do that?"

Lin Feng also replied solemnly, "I can."

"Good." Mr. Hong nodded and looked toward the maid Yue'e beside him.

"Yue'e, first demonstrate the moves of Basic Swordplay for Xiaofeng."

Mr. Hong then looked at Lin Feng. "Xiaofeng, Basic Swordplay has one hundred and eight moves.

You must first become proficient in all one hundred and eight sword moves before you can learn the mental technique.

The time spent learning the moves and the mental technique also counts toward the month we agreed upon."

Lin Feng cupped his fists. "This junior understands."

The maid Yue'e curled her lips. Sir truly did not want to take Brother Lin Feng as his disciple. This was far too harsh.

Being able to become proficient in one hundred and eight sword moves within a month would already be impressive.

Back then, it had taken her half a month just to memorize all one hundred and eight moves of Basic Swordplay.

Mr. Hong said, "Yue'e, begin. Xiaofeng, watch carefully."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Yue'e held the wooden sword and began to perform Basic Swordplay.

So Lin Feng could see clearly, she slowed down somewhat.

Lin Feng stared without blinking at the sword in Yue'e's hand.

Basic Swordplay truly was basic enough. It consisted of fundamental moves such as chopping, slashing, and thrusting, but there were particular rules for the angles and force, with plenty of details to it.

Yue'e quickly finished performing the full set of sword techniques.

If Lin Feng had relied on his brain to memorize it, he could have remembered at most eight or ten moves, and they might not even have been accurate.

But Lin Feng had the system.

After watching Yue'e demonstrate the sword techniques once, information about Basic Swordplay appeared under the Martial Skills section of his attribute panel.

Basic Swordplay (Moves) (Low-grade) (Not Started)

This meant that he had learned the moves of Basic Swordplay, only lacking the mental technique.

Every move and form of Basic Swordplay had been etched into his mind.

After Yue'e finished performing Basic Swordplay once, Mr. Hong looked at Lin Feng and asked, "Xiaofeng, how much did you remember?"

Lin Feng felt that since he wanted to take a master, he had to display extraordinary talent.

Otherwise, at his age and with poor talent, who would be willing to take him as a disciple?

What teacher would not like a disciple who could learn something after seeing it once?

So Lin Feng said, "Sir, I remembered all of it."

Mr. Hong frowned, clearly thinking Lin Feng was boasting.

Mr. Hong considered his own talent to be among the best, and his family background and inheritance were first-rate as well.

Even so, he had not been able to remember Basic Swordplay after watching it once.

Back then, his senior brother had demonstrated it three times before he could barely remember the one hundred and eight moves of Basic Swordplay.

Even so, he had greatly shocked his master and senior brothers.

Most people needed half a month just to learn the moves of this set of sword techniques.

The maid Yue'e beside him also did not believe Lin Feng could remember it after seeing it once.

"Brother Lin Feng, don't brag.

Next, it'll be your turn to demonstrate it.

It's fine even if you remembered only a few moves. No one here will laugh at you.

But don't wave the sword around at random. Sir hates people who talk big most of all."

Lin Feng unconsciously touched his nose.

Did they really think his talent was that poor?

Why did neither of them believe him?

Mr. Hong seemed somewhat displeased. Closing his eyes, he said, "Fine, then demonstrate it once. Yue'e, give him the sword."