At this time, although Lin Yi was full of magical sword techniques, he did not intend to teach them to a child like Wanwan. He just taught her some ordinary sword techniques.
After thinking about it, he began to wield the sword, and from a slow and mellow momentum, he quickly reached a state of sword power as sudden as a heavy rain. It seemed that everything in the world must go through such a process from low tide to high tide.
Whether it is novels, poetry, or even life, it seems to be like this.
Thinking of all kinds of life philosophies, Lin Yi couldn't help but reveal the sharpness of his sword. The rustling leaves seemed to be inspired by his sword skills, and they floated and moved along with the sword.
Suddenly, Lin Yi realized that he was a little too serious, so he ended it in a hurry. The clouds dissipated and the rain stopped. Lin Yi put away his sword and stood still, with a deep and vast meaning in his eyes.
The sparse shadows swayed in patches, leaving a swaying light and shadow on the grass.
"How about it?"
Lin Yi walked towards his daughter with a smile.
"Dad is so great, but can I fly after learning this sword technique?" Wanwan asked doubtfully.
"After learning swordsmanship, the next step is to learn how to fly." Lin Yi said with a smile. Swordsmanship is profound and it takes ten to eight years to master it.
For a long time, Xiao Wanwan would no longer bother him to learn how to fly.
An old man not far away saw this unified sword technique and stroked his beard in amazement and sighed, wondering if domestic martial arts have developed to such an extent that any young man can wield a sword that is not inferior to the grandmaster's aura.
"Dad, what's the big deal? It's just ordinary swordplay. It's powerful, but it's only good for show. I can only participate in some official competitions organized by the country."
The tall woman said with disdain.
"Looks good but not useful? Humph." The old man sighed and pointed to the cement floor over there, saying, "Look at that piece of ground."
The girl looked in the direction the old man was pointing and was stunned for a moment.
I saw countless sword marks on the cement ground, and each sword mark was as thin as a hair.
"this... ... "
"You think that's it? Look at this." The old man grabbed in the air, and a leaf fell into his palm. This leaf was actually half, and the cut was smooth and neat.
"What? Could it be that..." The girl was horrified and grabbed several leaves in succession, only to find that all of them had been cut, and the cutting directions, angles and shapes were exactly the same.
All this happened so unconsciously that she didn't even notice it.
"You still say that his swordsmanship is just a show? It's useless. The level of this young man's swordsmanship is beyond imagination." The old man stroked his beard and said solemnly.
"But, he looks only in his twenties, how come..."
The old man laughed loudly upon hearing this and said, "Age? In martial arts, one cannot judge one's level by age or seniority. It is said that Lin Yi, the number one earthly immortal in China, is only 26 years old."
"Grandpa is right."
"Let's go and take a look." The old man strode to Lin Yi, stroked his beard, stared at Lin Yi and said with a smile: "Young man, your swordsmanship is not bad."
Lin Yi glanced at him and saw an old man in a Tang suit. He was not familiar with him, so he smiled and said, "Thank you."
"However, your swordsmanship has some flaws." The old man saw that Lin Yi was quite skilled and wanted to win him over, so he said this deliberately to lead Lin Yi to ask what the flaws were. At that time, the old man could take the opportunity to show off his skills and convince the young man.
At that time, accepting disciples as teachers will be a natural thing.