On the boat, the three of them were silent for a long time.
Jimo Huaxue thought of the past and felt sad.
Nangong Xier suddenly learned that her second senior brother had died for her. She was surprised, angry, and regretful. She had mixed feelings and wished she could pick up her sword and go up to Weilong Mountain again to avenge her second senior brother.
Only Su Baiyi remained silent for a long time before he asked a question: "How can Shanglin Palace be called the greatest sect in the world?"
"The Shanglin Palace where Brother Su is is completely different from the Shanglin Palace when Brother Su is not there." Jimo Huaxue said quietly.
Su Baiyi's mind moved: "Does the Lord of Jimo City know the Grand Palace Master Su Han?"
"He was good friends with my father and often visited Jimo Sword City. My father admired him very much and thought he was a rare genius in the martial arts world in the past hundred years." Jimo Huaxue said calmly, "If he hadn't died, then the martial arts world might have really become what we hoped for. By the way, you said you were Brother Xie's apprentice. When did Brother Xie accept an apprentice?"
Su Baiyi asked in confusion: "The Lord of Jimo City seems to be very familiar with my master, but why is he not surprised at all that he is still alive?"
"Brother Xie, this fox, how could he die just like that?" Jimo Huaxue smiled, "You haven't answered my question yet?"
"I was assassinated by my enemies when I was young. Fortunately, my master passed by and rescued me. Then we settled down in a place called Xinghua Village. More than ten years have passed. But not long ago, Shanglin Tiangong discovered us and took my master away." Su Baiyi replied respectfully.
Jimo Huaxue turned around and carefully looked at Su Baiyi's eyebrows and eyes. After a long time, she suddenly asked, "Is your last name Su?"
"I don't know. My name was Chen Sancai before. After I met my master, he told me that my last name is Su and my given name is Baiyi." Su Baiyi replied.
"No wonder." Jimo Huaxue nodded and stretched out a finger to touch Su Baiyi's forehead. After a long time, she frowned slightly and said in a confused tone, "You have been with Brother Xie for these years. Didn't he teach you any powerful martial arts?"
Su Baiyi patted the Junyu Sword on his waist and said, "Master said that there are only three sword techniques in the world: draw the sword, swing the sword, and return the sword. So for the past ten years, I have been practicing the sword-drawing technique. It was not until a few days ago on the Golden Wind that I had no choice but to start practicing how to swing the sword."
"Brother Xie is just talking nonsense. If swordsmanship is really useless, then why did all the schools and sects create so many sword moves? His 'seeing flowers in the fog' sounds very simple, but in fact, a fog flower may condense a whole set of Xie family's falling flower swordsmanship. He just doesn't want to teach you. He grew up in the Xie family and practiced the Xie family's swordsmanship before finally becoming a world-famous swordsman. Ask the people in the Xie family, do they also have to practice sword drawing for more than ten years?" Jimo Huaxue waved her hand lightly, and the Junyu sword fell into her hand.
"The Lord of Jimo City is saying... I was cheated?" Su Baiyi looked helpless.
Jimo Huaxue stretched out her finger and ran it across the sword, flicking it lightly. "Not really. I have been practicing sword drawing for more than ten years. When the sword is drawn, it sounds like thunder and is as fast as lightning. When the two sides fight, I can quickly gain the upper hand. You practiced like this, it can't be said to be wrong, it can only be said to be stupid. So I am very curious, why did Brother Xie, who has always been so smart, teach you the dumbest way to use a sword."
"Has the Lord of Jimo City found the reason?" Su Baiyi asked.
"Try it!" Jimo Huaxue suddenly thrust his sword forward, directly hitting Su Baiyi's forehead. Su Baiyi didn't even have the chance to react and just stood there in a daze.
“The Lord of Jimo City…” Su Baiyi felt a chill between his brows and couldn’t help swallowing.
Jimo Huaxue put the Junyu Sword back into the scabbard and glanced at Su Baiyi: "Just now I injected a ray of sword energy into your forehead. If it were an ordinary person, he would feel pain comparable to that of thousands of ants drilling into his heart, but you are safe and sound. The moment the ray of sword energy was injected into your forehead, it dissipated. Do you know what kind of person can do this?"
Su Baiyi shook his head: "I don't know."
"Only a master who has reached the Tianya realm can withstand this ray of my sword energy." Jimo Huaxue stretched out another finger and pressed it against Su Baiyi's forehead, "But do you have the Tianya realm?"
Su Baiyi smiled bitterly: "Jimo City Lord, please don't laugh at me."
"I'm not laughing at you. At first glance, your Dantian is empty. From the perspective of martial arts foundation, you are just an ordinary disciple of a small sect. But once my true energy wants to invade you, some powerful force will suddenly emerge and directly eat up my true energy in one bite." Jimo Huaxue looked confused, "Boy, what kind of internal energy are you practicing?"
Su Baiyi smiled bitterly and said, "I practice the Immortal Book, which is said to be the martial arts practiced by the former leader of the Demon Cult, Nangong Yunhuo. This martial art is very strange. After I practice it, it feels like I haven't practiced it at all. It is usually useless, except that it can absorb other people's skills and turn into a monster after falling asleep..."
"The Immortal Book." Jimo Huaxue's expression became a little strange. She glanced at Nangong Xier and then looked at Su Baiyi, "That is not some magic martial arts. Nangong Yunhuo has never practiced it."
Nangong Xier turned around suddenly: "Second... Second sister-in-law! Is this really not the martial arts of the Tianmen Holy Sect?"
Jimo Huaxue shook her head: "Although I didn't go to the South China Sea with my father, I know a lot about this matter. The hidden facts are complicated and my father refused to tell me, but there is one thing he told me. He said that there is no magic sect in the world. Nangong Yunhuo, the leader of Tianmen Holy Sect, is a great hero worthy of respect. As for the evil magic of the magic sect, it is simply nonsense."
Nangong Xier wanted to ask more, but she felt a sharp pain in her chest and suddenly couldn't speak.
Jimo Huaxue stretched out a finger and passed a wisp of true energy into Nangong Xier's body: "I can tell you about these things later. Su Baiyi, was that immortal book given to you by Brother Xie?"
Su Baiyi nodded: "Master said that he stole a secret treasure from Shanglin Palace, so he has been hunted down all these years. I never connected this matter with the half of the martial arts secret book he gave me until he was brought back to Shanglin Palace. He told me this matter. It turns out that the secret treasure he stole from Shanglin Palace was the Immortal Book."
"I understand why Brother Xie didn't teach you swordsmanship, because he didn't know how to teach you. You have mastered the skills of the immortal book, but if you are not taught the most suitable swordsmanship, you may go astray." Jimo Huaxue suddenly realized.
Su Baiyi sighed, "You all said how powerful this Kung Fu is, but why can't I feel anything at all? I was either beaten or ran away along the way. They want this secret book so much, why don't you just give it to them? Why make it difficult for me?"
"The Immortal's Book." Jimo Huaxue's expression was somewhat sarcastic. "That is a divine book that truly came from an immortal. You only got half of it, so naturally it is difficult to understand its meaning. But fortunately, you met me today. From now on, I will teach you swordsmanship."
Su Baiyi was overjoyed: "Lord of Jimo City, do you know how to teach me swordsmanship?"
"Of course, you practice the Immortal Book, and I am the Sword Immortal."