Su Baiyi has followed Xie Kanhua since he was a child, and has always learned sword skills. He is very unfamiliar with knife skills. After hearing Feng Yuhan's question, he hesitated and did not speak.
Feng Yuhan didn't care and continued to talk: "If you let the young people in the martial arts world choose, to practice sword or knife, 80% of them will choose sword. The sword is a gentleman's weapon. I dreamed of playing sword and singing with beautiful women and fine wine when I was young. But the knife is a warrior's weapon, the courage of all weapons. There is only the enemy but no me, which always feels a little less elegant and fairy-like."
Su Baiyi hurriedly explained, "No, no. Senior, please don't misunderstand me. It's just that I have been learning swordsmanship from my master since I was a child, and I have never been exposed to knife skills. Senior suddenly asked this, and I am a little confused."
"But then I thought, being a swordsman is not bad. Being a swordsman is so free. You don't have to think about gentlemanly etiquette. Wearing ragged clothes and wandering around the world is also a kind of flavor." Feng Yuhan shook his head, "Let's not talk about this. I want to teach you swordsmanship because in three days, at the grand ceremony, you have to help me regain the position of sect leader."
"Of course." Su Baiyi nodded, "This is the goal of our trip."
"You have to use the sword for me." Feng Yuhan gently swung the long sword in his hand, "So no matter whether you are interested in practicing sword or not, you must learn sword today."
Su Baiyi was even more confused: "Master Feng, I have never practiced swordsmanship in my life. There are only three days left. How are you going to teach me how to use a sword?"
"You have practiced the general principles of the "Book of Immortals", and now you have all my internal energy in your body. In three days, I will teach you the sword techniques in the book. That's enough." Feng Yuhan looked at the thin sword in his hand, "Believe me, this is definitely the most perfect sword technique in the world. Even compared to the Demon City Lord's thousands of cuts, it is more exquisite!"
Daze Mansion, Tianshu Hall.
"Second Hall Master, the carriage to Tianxiaoyun Realm is waiting outside. It's time to set off." A disciple of the Tianshu Hall called out from outside the door.
A burly middle-aged man put down the teacup in his hand, then placed his right hand on the back of his left hand and gently scratched the long scar on it: "Still no news about Feng Yuhan's whereabouts?"
"Reporting to the Second Hall Master. The news we received from them is that he is still missing. There has been no news for such a long time, I believe he is in great danger." The disciple of the Tianshu Hall outside the door bowed his head and said.
"Feng Yuhan is not someone who will die so easily." The Second Hall Master still gently scratched the scar with his hand, turned his head and said, "Brother, what do you think?"
"As long as the body is not found, then be prepared." Deep inside the inner hall, a person was sitting in a wheelchair, looking down at the ground. "Also, be careful of Tianshui Villa."
"Hahahaha, the three families in Daze Prefecture are of the same blood. As a result, two families have joined together to bring down one family, and the remaining two families are still scheming against each other, trying to make the other party the next Tianxiao Yunjing. This is really interesting." The Second Hall Master raised his head, and a gust of wind blew through the hall, blowing up his forehead hair, revealing a not-so-obvious birthmark. He seemed to be quite concerned and immediately reached out to press down the forehead hair. "Brother, when can we stop being so hypocritical? Can't we just draw our swords and do it? It's really tiring to pretend to be a gentleman."
"We are still no match for Shanglin Palace." The Grand Hall Master frowned slightly. "This time they are willing to turn a blind eye to the affairs of Tianxiao Cloud Realm. This is already a big step back."
"Hmph. They are in Weilong Mountain in the north, and we are in Daze Prefecture in the southwest. They took too big a step, and now they have only made such a small concession. How big a step can it be?" The Second Hall Master snorted coldly.
"Don't talk nonsense." The hall master shouted in a low voice.
Another gust of wind blew through the hall. The Second Hall Master reached out to push down the hair on his forehead, and said with some anger in his tone: "Why is the wind so strong today!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a black screen in front of his eyes. When he looked up again, there was a person standing in front of him. The person was tall and thin, wearing a bamboo hat, and he stretched out a finger and pointed at the second hall master's forehead, just an inch away.
"It's indeed a small step. But without this small step, if I take another inch forward, you will die." The man's voice was extremely calm, as if he was talking about something insignificant.
"Bai... Bai Jile!" The Second Hall Master recognized the voice.
"Second Hall Master, I haven't seen you for many years." Bai Jile retracted his finger.
The Second Hall Master turned his head and looked towards the inner hall: "Why is Bai Jile here!"
"How dare you! You should address me as Master Bai!" the hall master shouted sternly, then changed his tone to gentle, "Master Bai, I am not feeling well and cannot come out to greet you. I hope you can forgive me."
"Master, you don't have to be polite. I'm just here to pick up something as agreed." Bai Jile said calmly.
The Second Hall Master frowned: "What are you taking?"
The head of the hall who was sitting in the inner hall finally raised his head which had been hanging down all the time, and patted his legs which had been disabled for many years: "It's better to take it. I regret my greed back then."
Bai Jile adjusted his hat and did not respond. There was silence in the hall for a while. Then a small book flew out from the inner hall. Bai Jile reached out to take it and put it in his arms.
“This is…” The Second Hall Master clenched his fists.
"Your murderous aura offends me." Bai Jile said calmly, "I will only take a small step back. If you move forward, I will kill you."
"Ze Rui!" A loud shout came from the inner hall.
"I understand." The Second Hall Master sighed and took a step back.
"I still have to go to Tianshui Villa, bye." Bai Jile turned and left.
"Brother!" The Second Hall Master hurried into the inner hall, "Could it be that the price for Shanglin Palace not to participate in our suppression of Tianxiao Yunjing this time is..."
“Yes!” The Grand Hall Master nodded. “Because Feng Yuhan refused to obey, he got this fate. Shanglin Palace is indeed no longer the Shanglin Palace it once was, but it is still not something we can contend with.”
“But if we give them all that thing…” the Second Hall Master said bitterly.
"That's not a good thing." The hall master lowered his hand again, "If it weren't for it, I wouldn't be like this."
"The old man in Tianshui Villa is also willing to hand this thing over? I heard that after so many years, he has found a way. If you give me enough time, I believe I can do it too." said the Second Hall Master.
"Bai Jile had a strong murderous aura just now. I have seen him many times, and he always hides his emotions. He would not do this." The hall master sighed softly, "It seems that Shanglin Palace is determined to win this matter."
The Second Hall Master closed his eyes slightly: "Or maybe, he is injured?"