In the early morning, An Fei turned over and got up from bed. He took a few deep breaths. Yesterday's unhappiness had gone with the wind. People's eyes are in front to look forward. Being upset about something is just to embarrass himself. , A person must be able to take things up, but also let them go. Since Niya is Saul's only daughter, An Fei cannot use any means to retaliate, so let's let things go gently.
Pushing open the window, An Fei saw Ernest practicing swordsmanship on the grass below. He said he was practicing swordsmanship, but in fact it was just to move his body. When his strength reached the level of Ernest, it was no longer just hard practice. Breaking through the bottleneck relies on understanding.
An Fei grabbed a hand towel, walked down the stairs, and walked to the grass outside: "Uncle Ernest, wipe your sweat and rest for a while." After saying that, An Fei threw the hand towel over.
"An Fei, you get up very early. This is a good habit." Ernest took the towel and walked towards An Fei, wiped it casually twice, and handed the towel to An Fei.
Just when An Fei reached out to pick up the towel, Ernest suddenly froze: "Your hand..."
"What happened to my hand?" An Fei woke up, but still pretended to be surprised on the surface.
Ernest stretched out his hand. Their hands were about the same size, and their fingers were equally slender and strong. The only difference was that the veins on the back of Ernest's hand were more prominent, and the skin was rougher than An Fei's hand. . Ernest grabbed An Fei's hand and turned it over. There was a thick layer of calluses on the tiger's mouth of his palm. An Fei's tiger's mouth also had calluses, but only a thin layer. Ernest didn't pay attention to An Fei's hands before, but now he realized that An Fei's hands were unusual.
"Have you ever practiced swordsmanship before?"
"Practice."
"Who did you learn swordsmanship from? You don't have fighting spirit in you either!"
"I didn't practice for long with an old man in the village who had a very weird personality. When I was ten years old, I was taken to an isolated island by Teacher Yagor."
"You still can't remember what village you lived in before?"
"I can't remember." An Fei scratched his scalp in distress: "I lost my father when I was a child. My mother raised me. Now I only remember the names of my mother and the village chief, and nothing else. It’s vague.”
"Don't worry, maybe you will remember it after a while." Ernest paused: "What is your village chief's name?"
"His name is Uncle Ernest. Do you know him?"
"I don't know." Ernest shook his head.
It’s only when you know each other that there’s a ghost! An Fei smiled secretly in his heart, with a disappointed look on his face.
"Come on, silly boy, let's compete. Let me see your swordsmanship!" Ernest became interested.
"Me? Me and you?" An Fei opened his eyes wide.
"Come on! Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Ernest smiled and handed the magic sword he got yesterday to An Fei.
An Fei reluctantly took the sword. If he had known it, he wouldn't have come down...
"Be careful!" Ernest shouted and thrust his sword towards An Fei. Naturally, he would not use any fighting spirit to compete with An Fei. Although the speed of the sword was faster, the force was very light.
An Fei used his sword to draw Ernest's sword to the outer circle. Then he raised the tip of the sword and swept it towards Ernest's wrist. Ernest quickly drew his sword to block it and held it. He grabbed An Fei's long sword, and then he was stunned.
Just like magicians pay attention to the strength of magic power and spiritual power, the great swordsmen of this world pay more attention to fighting spirit, and their attainments in swordsmanship are very simple. In Jin Yong's Huashan, there is a dispute between the Qi Sect and the Sword Sect. However, the warriors in this world all belong to the Qi Sect. The Sword Sect has never appeared. The division of each grade is entirely based on the strength of the fighting spirit, while swordsmanship is ignored.
Although An Fei only used the very simple "Yin" technique in Tai Chi Sword, Ernest, as a great swordsman, immediately noticed the cleverness in it. What shocked Ernest even more was that An Fei He was taken away by Yagor when he was ten years old. What he learned was naturally very simple and rough swordsmanship. Even so, An Fei could still use moves that surprised him. The strength of the eccentric old man in An Fei's village How powerful is it
"An Fei, what's the name of the old man who taught you swordsmanship?"
"I don't know, he has a very weird personality and no one wants to associate with him."
"Then can you remember what the old man looked like?"
"Yes, his beard and hair are both silver-white, he is not too tall, and he always wears very loose clothes. By the way, there is something embroidered on his clothes."
"What?" Ernest thought he had found a clue, and his expression became serious.
"A circle, half of which is white and half of which is black. There is a black dot in the white semicircle, and there is a white dot in the black semicircle." The magic sword in An Feizhong's hand drew a yin and yang fish on the ground. , what he described was the image of Zhang Sanfeng...
"What is this?" Ernest frowned and thought hard.
"Uncle Ernest, haven't you seen anything like this?" An Fei asked knowingly.
"Never." Ernest pondered for a while: "An Fei, come on, let's compete again!"
"OK."
The two people re-arranged their posture. An Fei's strength was very weak. So weak that as long as Ernest added a little more strength, An Fei's long sword would fly away during the collision, but Ernest's expression was different. Becoming more and more solemn.
An Fei's sword-handling method is very weird. His upper arm barely moves, and he swings the sword entirely with his wrist. However, his sword moves are very spicy and tricky. Ernest feels that if An Fei has a mid-level swordsman, or a high-level swordsman, The strength of the first-level sword master is enough to pose a certain threat to himself.
After competing for a moment, Ernest suddenly stopped, holding the sword with both hands, looking up at the sky slightly, and fell into deep thought.
An Fei silently put down the magic sword, he did it on purpose! Ernest was burdened with hatred and was waiting for an opportunity, but the other party had become the supreme commander of a main army. Saul once said that there were so many strong men around Jerofik, and Ernest's chance It’s getting slimmer and slimmer.
Although Ernest is a person who is not afraid of death, not being afraid of death does not mean that he is seeking death. As long as Ernest appears in front of Jerofik, he will inevitably be besieged by countless strong men. He will have no chance of revenge. .
So An Fei deliberately showed off some sword skills, hoping to bring some inspiration to Ernest.
"Uncle Ernest, breakfast is ready." Niya's voice rang. In fact, you can just let the servants do this kind of thing, but Niya knows that yesterday's incident has angered Ernest, and she hopes to use her actions to get Ernest's understanding. After all, she also wants to ask for help. Ernest is asking for lessons in swordsmanship.
Ernest woke up from a dream. He looked at An Fei and said, "I won't have breakfast. An Fei, you can go alone. You have to go to the magic academy today. You should be careful. If something happens, you can Just endure it for now, come back and tell me, and I will help you get justice!"
"Uncle Ernest, nothing will happen. Who can make things difficult for me?" An Fei smiled.
Ernest looked up at Niya, snorted coldly, and said nothing.
"Uncle Ernest, I'm going to have breakfast first. It's the first day of school. If I'm late, I'll leave a bad impression on the teacher."
"Go." Ernest nodded.
Seeing that Ernest refused to have breakfast, Niya wanted to persuade him a few more words, but she didn't dare, so she had to take An Fei to the restaurant.
Sol was sitting at the dining table. The food on the plate was ready, but he didn't move a word, as if he was waiting for someone. Seeing An Fei walk in, Sol smiled and said, "An Fei, how did you sleep yesterday?" ? Are you still used to it?"
"Teacher, I slept soundly. The bed at home is so comfortable that I don't even want to get up in the morning." An Fei said with a smile.
Sol didn't know what happened yesterday. Niya had something going on in her heart. How could she dare to take the initiative to confess? An Fei is not a long-tongued person, let alone now. Even when he was in elementary school, he would never tell the teacher about any grievances he suffered. However, Ernest was used to being free. No matter what happened, he would first He chose to find a solution by himself and would never talk in front of Saul, so in Saul's view, everyone was still very harmonious.
The young people sitting on both sides of the dining table looked at each other without speaking. The youngest among them had also been with Thor for three or four years. Thor only taught them carefully in magic, but not in daily life. Rarely asked. Only Niya is qualified to let Sol worry about her daily life. Now there is one more qualified person, and that is An Fei.
"Hello everyone." An Fei nodded with a smile and sat down.
Only two people nodded to An Fei, and the rest seemed not to hear.
It seemed like it was just a minor trouble... An Fei breathed a sigh of relief and said secretly in his heart that Niya was encouraged to trouble him yesterday. An Fei thought that the other party was a very cunning person. Looking at it today, he overestimated it. The other party can't even cover up at the most basic level, and the other party's scheming is also limited. If these 'students' were very enthusiastic about him and caused misunderstandings to Sol by asking questions, Anfei would feel a headache, but now the situation becomes simple.
The cause of the matter was that Sol was too kind to him, which made his classmates instinctively resent him. You can use time to dilute this resentment and use your own efforts to win their approval. If you don't have to, , An Fei doesn't want to become tit-for-tat enemies with anyone. Many friends mean many roads, many enemies mean many walls. An Fei understands this truth. Should he scheming and competing with these people under Sol's eyes, or should he unite with everyone and truly integrate himself into the group? Which one is more beneficial to you? The answer is self-evident. An Fei has always been broad-minded, and he will not hold back the unpleasantness that should be forgotten.
"Niya, take An Fei to the Magic Academy later and tell Stig that An Fei is my student and ask him to make proper arrangements." Sol said.
"Okay, father." Niya smiled sweetly.
(It’s not that I sent it wrong. I posted a chapter at 12 o’clock yesterday, but it still hadn’t come out at 4 o’clock in the morning. I thought the program at the starting point had gone wrong, so I had to send it again, but it still didn’t come out... Now it has come out, but unexpectedly Two chapters are the same!)