novelapdf Chapter 123 Fei Bin
Chapter 123 Fei Bin
Chapter 123 Fei Bin
Zuo Lengchan was not in a hurry to learn the secret of his disciple's martial arts.
He has plenty of patience.
He was waiting for the day when Shen An felt the time was right and would tell him everything on his own initiative.
He has mastered a martial art of unknown origin, suspected of being connected to a demonic cult.
Perhaps with a different master, he would have been expelled from the sect long ago.
But what Zuo Lengchan saw in Shen An was more than just that.
What truly made him so lenient with Shen An today was that day in Xiangtan, he did not stand idly by and watch Shi Dengda be killed, but chose to step forward and save him even though it exposed his connection with the demonic sect.
This one section is worth more than a thousand words.
No matter how many secrets Shen An has, or what astonishing martial arts he has learned, as long as his heart still yearns for Mount Song, that is enough.
As long as the blade of this sword is always pointed at outsiders, no matter how many strange and wonderful martial arts skills he possesses, they will only become an aid to Songshan's dominance of the martial arts world.
Zuo Lengchan had both the confidence and the courage to do so.
What he wants to do is to conquer the Five Sacred Mountains and unify the martial arts world, a great and lasting empire, not to open a small shop that can only accommodate a few beautiful wives.
To achieve hegemony, one must have the magnanimity to tolerate others and the skill to manage subordinates.
If you only know how to tightly restrain a steed like Shen An, you will only end up killing it.
Only by giving him enough grassland to roam freely, while setting up barriers at key points, can we maximize his usefulness.
In the dimly lit hall, Zuo Lengchan's eyes shone brighter than candlelight.
Since Shen An has made a mistake in investigating the matter in Hengyang, then I, as his master, will correct it for him.
Liu Zhengfeng — I've prepared a generous gift for your retirement ceremony.
Shen An left Junji Zen Temple, feeling as if he had been in another world.
Even though he had made countless preparations beforehand, he never expected his master to handle it so lightly.
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Is this still my master? Could he have been transported to another world as well?
Shen An chuckled, shook his head, and stopped thinking about it. He walked down the bluestone path, his mood shifting from tension to a subtle anticipation.
Although the master's tests were strict, his intention to cultivate me was crystal clear.
Lu Bai, Fei Bin, and Tang Ying'e are the top three of the Thirteen Protectors of Songshan. To receive personal one-on-one guidance from them is an opportunity that even ordinary inner disciples would not want to have.
He pondered to himself that his Uncle Fei was known as "Great Songyang Hand," and his Great Songyang Palm technique was second only to his master in the sect. He also practiced this palm technique, and if he could get guidance from him, he would surely benefit greatly.
However, it would be better to go find Seventh Uncle Tang Ying'e first. After all, he left in front of us at the martial arts arena, and he was there to observe and guide us during the instruction process. It would be reasonable for him to inform him first.
Before Shen An even approached the training ground, he could already hear shouts and the sounds of fists and feet cutting through the air.
In one corner of the training ground, several disciples were practicing their fist and foot techniques. One of them was a burly man whose palms opened and closed with the force of wind and thunder. His moves were powerful and fierce. He was none other than Di Xiu, the eldest disciple of Uncle Fei Bin.
Before Shen An could speak, Di Xiu had already spotted him. He immediately withdrew his palm strike, a warm smile spreading across his face, and rushed forward, saying, "Oh, isn't this Junior Brother Shen? When did you return to the mountain?"
Shen An smiled and said, "Senior Brother Di, you're too kind. I just arrived and came from Master's place."
"I see!" Di Xiu exclaimed in realization, then looked Shen An up and down, clicking his tongue in amazement. "Junior Brother's return to the mountain has truly made all of us fellow disciples on the mountain extremely envious! Your deeds in Hengyang City have already spread throughout the mountain. Everyone says in private that Junior Brother, you truly deserve to be the sect leader's personal disciple; your literary and martial talents are truly a model for us all!"
His words were sincere, and his eyes were full of genuine emotion, which made people feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze.
Shen An felt a little uncomfortable with his enthusiasm and could only humbly say, "You flatter me. It's just some petty cleverness that's not presentable. I'm sorry to have made you laugh at me, Senior Brother Di."
Di Xiu waved his hand, his face serious, and said, "Junior Brother Shen, there's no need for such modesty! Our Songshan Sect is renowned throughout the martial world because of its strength. How can you say that you've made such a name for yourself by standing alone down the mountain? By the way, Junior Brother, I heard that you used an unusual heavy sword when you fought Tian Boguang in Hengyang? It must have some special secrets. I wonder if I would be fortunate enough to receive some guidance from you?"
That's strange. Are we that close?
Shen An felt that his enthusiasm today was a bit strange, but then he thought that his return to the mountain this time was very likely to replace Shi Dengda as the direct disciple in the eyes of those with ulterior motives. It was only natural for his fellow disciples to look at him with more respect, so he did not think too much about it.
Moreover, Di Xiu was Fei Bin's eldest disciple, and he still needed to learn from his master, so he couldn't afford to offend him and could only continue to agree.
Just as he was about to speak, a cold, hard voice boomed out like a thunderclap from a clear sky.
"Hmph! How's your swordsmanship coming along? What nonsense are you spouting?"
Before he finished speaking, a tall figure appeared on the sidelines; it was none other than Fei Bin, the master of Songyang.
He had just come down from Junji Zen Temple, and his face still carried a solemn expression.
"Master!" Upon seeing this, Di Xiu quickly bowed and paid his respects.
Fei Bin didn't even look at him, staring at Shen An and said coldly, "So you are Shen An? My senior brother asked me to come and instruct you in martial arts. I want to see what skills you have that make him personally speak up for you."
He was actually somewhat skeptical.
Just now, his senior brother called him into the hall. His senior brother, unusually, instructed him that Shen An's martial arts style was unique and his strength was immense. He should be careful when sparring with him.
Fei Bin has roamed the martial arts world for many years; what kind of masters haven't he seen?
Even if a young man in his early twenties is a genius, how high can he go?
It seems the sect leader was simply overly protective of his disciple and exaggerated.
Shen An bowed respectfully: "Disciple greets Martial Uncle Fei."
"Enough with the nonsense, draw your sword." Fei Bin stood with his hands behind his back, exuding the air of a grandmaster.
Shen An did as instructed and took off his heavy sword. As soon as the dark and heavy blade appeared, a collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the crowd.
Fei Bin raised an eyebrow, his contempt growing even stronger.
Sure enough, it was a brute-force, unorthodox method.
He didn't even bother to strike a pose; he simply extended his right hand casually: "Come on, let me see your sword."
Seeing his arrogance, Shen An didn't stand on ceremony.
He took a deep breath, stomped his feet hard, and the bluestone ground trembled. Holding his sword with both hands, he moved with the sword, unleashing a powerful "Mountain Collapse and Mountain Fall" strike down on Fei Bin's head!
Before the sword even arrived, a fierce gust of wind had already made Fei Bin's robes flutter loudly!
Fei Bin's expression changed slightly; the power of this sword strike far exceeded his expectations.
However, relying on his status, he refused to dodge. He snorted coldly, unleashed his inner strength in his right palm, and struck the sword head-on, intending to teach this arrogant junior disciple a lesson.
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