The Complete Basic Swordplay in Hand

After Lin Feng demonstrated the Heart Nourishing Swordplay, he noticed that neither Mr. Hong nor the maid Yue'e said a word.

Moreover, Mr. Hong's expression was exceedingly rich, shifting unpredictably between worry and delight.

In Lin Feng's impression, Mr. Hong had always been calm and composed, the sort of man whose face would not change even if Mount Tai collapsed before him.

Why had Mr. Hong's expression changed just because he had demonstrated a set of swordplay?

Lin Feng did not know Mr. Hong's past.

Nor could he guess what the man was thinking.

There even seemed to be a hint of resentment in the way Yue'e looked at him.

That left Lin Feng even more confused.

He had demonstrated two sets of swordplay. How had Yue'e, the generous and cheerful little maid, suddenly turned into a resentful young wife?

It made Lin Feng lose confidence. Could there be something wrong with the system? Had he practiced them incorrectly?

Lin Feng asked quietly, "Sir, was there something wrong with my demonstration?"

Mr. Hong came back to his senses and said with a smile, "Nothing was wrong. You did very well. But I want to ask you once more: have you studied these two swordplays before?"

Lin Feng clasped his fists solemnly. "Sir, I can swear to Heaven that I have never studied either of these swordplays before."

Mr. Hong said, "Good. You had never learned them before, yet you could master them after seeing them once.

"This proves that your talent for martial arts far surpasses that of ordinary people.

"As long as you are willing to practice diligently, being a little older does not matter."

Lin Feng was delighted. "Thank you for your guidance, sir."

Mr. Hong glanced at Yue'e. "Yue'e, pass the cultivation formula of Basic Swordplay on to Little Feng."

A smile appeared on Lin Feng's face.

Never mind whether he could successfully become Mr. Hong's disciple; at least he had obtained a complete Low-grade Martial Art.

According to Mr. Hong, once a Low-grade Martial Art was cultivated to great mastery—the seventh level—one could reach the Skin Refining Realm.

Yue'e immediately passed the cultivation formula of Basic Swordplay on to Lin Feng.

The cultivation formula was the essence of a martial art. It contained core components such as breathing techniques, mental guidance, the circulation of qi and blood, and the operation of Internal Energy.

Yue'e taught Lin Feng all the cultivation formulas for the first through ninth levels of Basic Swordplay without holding anything back.

After Lin Feng finished learning, he discovered that the words "moves" after Basic Swordplay had disappeared from his attribute panel.

That meant he had learned the complete Basic Swordplay.

After explaining it once, Yue'e asked, "Brother Lin Feng, did you remember it all?"

Lin Feng nodded.

Yue'e curled her lips. Forget Mr. Hong—not even she quite believed it.

"Brother Lin Feng, had you really never learned these two swordplays before?"

"Your brother here is just a hunter. How could I have learned martial arts with a rank like these?"

Yue'e gave Lin Feng a thumbs-up.

"I'd always heard of martial arts prodigies who could learn something after seeing it once, but I never quite believed it. Today, I finally saw one."

Lin Feng demonstrated Basic Swordplay once more, this time including its cultivation formula.

He performed it quite convincingly as well.

Mr. Hong watched carefully throughout and could tell that Lin Feng had not yet reached the introductory stage of Basic Swordplay.

The doubts in his heart lessened somewhat.

Mr. Hong looked at the sky and said, "Let's stop here for today.

"Little Feng, since you have already learned Basic Swordplay, practice it diligently.

"If there is anything you do not understand, come and ask Yue'e for guidance."

"I will remember, sir!" After speaking, Lin Feng carried Mr. Hong back into the room and turned to leave.

Seeing Lin Feng's tattered clothes, Mr. Hong called him back. "Little Feng, wait a moment."

"Yue'e, I have a set of clothes about the same size as his. Bring them out for Little Feng to wear."

"Yes, sir." Yue'e replied and went to fetch the clothes.

"There's no need to trouble yourself, sir," Lin Feng said politely.

Yue'e said, "If sir gives them to you, then take them."

Mr. Hong closed his eyes to rest and said no more.

Only after putting on the clothes Yue'e brought him did Lin Feng return home.

As soon as Lin Feng left, Yue'e could not help asking, "Sir, Brother Lin Feng's aptitude is simply heaven-defying.

"He actually learned it after seeing it once.

"Could he have practiced these two martial arts before?"

Mr. Hong opened his eyes and said, "It is unlikely that he has practiced these two martial arts before, but one cannot say for certain.

"There are indeed geniuses who can learn something after seeing it once.

"The current Sect Master of the Sword Sect had such talent when he was young."

"Ah! Does that mean Brother Lin Feng's talent is about the same as the Sect Master's?"

"Let us not make wild guesses.

"If he can cultivate Basic Swordplay to the introductory stage within one month, I will teach him a unique martial art that no one else has ever learned.

"Then we will know whether he had learned it before or whether his talent is truly extraordinary."

Wearing his new clothes, Lin Feng swaggered home.

Sure enough, Mr. Hong's clothes fit him rather well.

Mr. Hong had truly treated him well. He needed to finish making that wheelchair for him as soon as possible.

When Lin Feng returned home, he said that he had not caught any prey today, and that the mountain winds had blown his umbrella away.

Mother Lin complained to him, "I told you not to go up the mountain to hunt this morning, but you insisted on going. Now look at you—you caught nothing and even lost the umbrella."

Zhou Chunlan walked over, took Mother Lin's hand, and said with a smile, "Mother, stop scolding Little Feng. He only wanted to bring back more meat for the children."

Since her daughter-in-law had spoken, Mother Lin did not continue reproaching Lin Feng.

In truth, Mother Lin was not really blaming Lin Feng.

She felt sorry for him. Her son had spent the whole day on the mountain, battered by wind and rain. As his mother, she naturally felt distressed, but she was simply not good at expressing it.

Lin Feng did not mind. While the sun had not yet set,

he sat in the courtyard and continued making the wheelchair.

As soon as he sat down, little Sibao walked over, patted his shoulder, and looked at him.

Little Sibao said in his childish voice, "Daddy, you don't need to be sad just because you didn't catch any prey. If you caught prey every day, wouldn't all the little animals on the mountain be hunted clean by you?"

When Lin Feng heard that, a smile appeared on his face.

What was this?

His precious son was comforting him?

After speaking, little Sibao sat beside Lin Feng and leaned his small body against him.

"Daddy, I have a way for us to catch prey every day."

Lin Feng grew interested. "Oh? Let's hear it."

Little Sibao said with a smile, "Teach me all your martial arts and train me into an expert. Then the two of us can go hunting on the mountain together. How could we possibly come back empty-handed?"

So that was what he had been waiting for.

I was wondering why martial arts fanatic Sibao had suddenly become so thoughtful today. Turns out he wanted something—he wanted me to teach him real martial arts.

Lin Feng put an arm around little Sibao. "Son, that's a very good idea.

"We'll do as you say.

"Here's what we'll do: go back and sleep right now. Tomorrow morning, get up with me, and I'll teach you the essence of Beast Hunting Fist."

"Really?" Little Sibao grinned foolishly.

Lin Feng nodded.

"Then I'm going to sleep!" Little Sibao stood up and ran back into the room to sleep.

By tomorrow, little Sibao might not even remember this.

After sending little Sibao away, Lin Feng made the wheelchair while considering his next plan.

Wang Shanxiong's head could not be preserved for long. He had to go to the County Town to claim the reward within the next couple of days.

He definitely could not enter the city tomorrow. He first had to find a way to heal his injuries, otherwise it would not be safe.

The wheelchair was almost finished. Tomorrow, he would deliver it to Mr. Hong, have Yue'e make him a bowl of meat, and perhaps mooch some healing medicine while he was at it.