The country sends a daughter-in-law? Come and take a dozen, take them all

Chapter 579 Epiphany

Lin Xiaofan was hungry after practicing his sword skills all afternoon, so he called the maid from the inn and asked her to prepare some simple meals.

After eating, it was getting late, and lights began to light up in the streets and alleys of Chang'an City, like stars falling into the mortal world, bright and warm.

Lin Xiaofan sat in front of the window, looking through the window lattice to the dimly lit distance. His thoughts couldn't help but drift back to his previous life, that modern city with bustling traffic and flashing neon lights. It was completely different from the Chang'an City he saw now, but it had some indescribable similarities.

Maybe it was because he slept for too long, but he didn't feel sleepy at all now. Thinking of the two sword skills that killed Song Shang instantly during the day, his heart surged, so he took his weapon and left the yard. Finding a secluded place, he began to swing his sword.

This time, he did not use his internal strength, and even used only 60 to 70% of his strength. He swung it again and again, feeling the whistling of the sharp blade cutting through the air, and listening to the breathing of the knife.

Unknowingly, Lin Xiaofan gradually forgot about time and himself, and all his energy was focused on the knife in his hand.

When he came to his senses again, his hands were unable to lift the knife due to excessive force, but Lin Xiaofan's face was full of excitement.

Just now, he had mastered more than thirty moves without even realizing it. This is when his strength is about to run out and he has not used his internal strength.

"Good sword skills!"

A soft voice came like the wind blowing through the leaves. When he turned his head, he saw a beautiful figure walking slowly. The woman was wearing an elegant ancient costume, and her long black hair fell naturally and swayed gently with her steps.

"Madam, why are you here?"

Lin Xiaofan smiled evilly and walked over.

Hearing this, Fengsheng's exquisitely beautiful face showed a faint blush like the peach blossoms in early spring, but he did not refute. He glanced at Lin Xiaofan's body, raised his eyebrows, and asked with some complaints.

"You said you were going to General Sun Wufeng's house last night, but why didn't you come back all night?"

Her words revealed her deep concern for Lin Xiaofan. Last night, she tossed and turned because of Lin Xiaofan's safety. She couldn't sleep all night. She even wanted to go to the Sun Mansion in person to find out the news.

A faint dark circle was clearly visible around Fengsheng's eyes, and Lin Xiaofan could tell at a glance that she had stayed up all night.

A trace of apology surged in his heart, and he touched the back of his head embarrassedly and said:

"Yesterday morning I went to Sun Wufeng's house for a drink, but I woke up again the next morning."

Immediately, he told Fengsheng the cause and effect of the incident.

After hearing this experience, Feng Sheng's brows slowly relaxed, just like flowers gradually blooming in spring. A happy smile appeared on her face, and she said softly: "This is really a rare opportunity."

She has been practicing martial arts since she was a child and knows how bumpy the road to improving one's martial arts can be. It requires countless days and nights of hard training, and it requires repeatedly polishing every movement until it is perfect. It requires calming down and practicing internal strength over and over again, so that you can gradually feel the growth of strength.

The jar of medicinal wine given by Sun Wufeng was so precious that it could not be measured by money. And this set of sword skills is rare in the world, and its value cannot be described in words.

"It's getting late, let's go back."

Lin Xiaofan looked at Fengsheng with a tired face, and couldn't help but feel a trace of reluctance in his heart, with a bit of tenderness and distress in his tone.

"Well, your arm was overexerted. Go back and soak in the medicinal bath. It will be much better."

The two walked side by side, their figures stretched out under the moonlight.

In the early morning of the next day, as the first ray of sunshine came in, Lin Xiaofan got up from the bed. It was almost dawn when he came back from the medicinal bath. He wanted to sleep for a while, but he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

He moved his muscles slightly and felt his body. Maybe the medicinal bath had an effect. He didn't feel the soreness and pain in his arm, but only a slight numbness. This numbness was like a breeze, making him feel comfortable.

He sat on the edge of the bed and circulated his internal energy, letting it flow through every meridian in his body. After a few weeks, he slowly stood up and exhaled a breath of thick air.

At noon, Lin Xiaofan went to Sun Wufeng's home holding several carefully selected precious gifts.

"Mr. Lin, my general has already given instructions. If you come to visit, there is no need for complicated notifications. You can just come in."

A maid came forward, explained softly, and then led Lin Xiaofan into the outer courtyard.

Sun Wufeng was playing chess in a small pavilion.

The person who was playing chess with him was a skinny old man with a big white beard and casually scattered white hair. The cotton-padded jacket he was wearing was tattered, and when he got closer, he could smell a foul odor.

He held his crutch with one hand and stroked his beard with the other hand from time to time, observing the chess game.

Lin Xiaofan walked closer to watch. Both of them were playing steadily and step by step, their strength was unpredictable. However, after a while, Sun Wufeng was sweating profusely.

The two kept changing pieces, but in the process, the opponent compressed the space of his pieces, making many of his pieces unable to move.

"General!"

With the fall of a horse and a cannon, Sun Wufeng was completely defeated.

"Old man Wang, we have been playing chess for nearly a hundred years. You just didn't let me win, so you can't let me do it?"

Hearing this, Old Man Wang smiled, showing his teeth:

"If it's a handicap, what's the point?"

"Your name is Lin Xiaofan, right?"

Old man Wang looked over.

"Yes."

Lin Xiaofan handed over his hand. Sun Wufeng gave him a great opportunity. Old Man Wang had been friends with Sun Wufeng for hundreds of years, so naturally he couldn't neglect it.

Mr. Wang looked Lin Xiaofan up and down, stroked his beard and said:

"He's a pretty good young man. You two, master and apprentice, can play, and I won't bother you."

After saying that, Old Man Wang left on crutches. Although he is thin and looks like a weeping willow, his speed is not slow at all.

After the people left, Sun Wufeng shook his head slightly and said:

"Let's start and let me see if I make any progress."

Hearing this, Lin Xiaofan slowly recovered from the shock just now. He took a deep breath and shouted suddenly. The blade in his hand was like an unsheathed sword, flashing with cold light as it shot through the air.

The powerful sword skills are one after another, as continuous as flowing water. Compared to yesterday, his sword skills were somewhat less domineering, but more sharp and unpredictable.

Ten moves...twenty moves...thirty moves...

Lin Xiaofan's sword became faster and faster, and its power became more and more fierce. Until the thirty-sixth move, it still showed no sign of decline.

Forty...forty-five...fifty...

Lin Xiaofan recited the numbers silently in his mind. As his internal strength and physical strength declined, the knife in his hand gradually became uncontrollable, which required him to spend more effort to control the knife.

A trace of astonishment flashed across Sun Wufeng's face. In just one night, Lin Xiaofan's understanding of this powerful sword technique improved so much.

Fifty-four...fifty-five...fifty...

At the end of the fifty-fifth knife attack, Lin Xiaofan's physical energy was almost exhausted, and the knife in his hand began to lose control.

Swing the knife again!

Thinking about it, he gathered all his inner strength and slashed out with another sword. But this time, he was stopped by Sun Wufeng.

"Fifty-five swords are already pretty good. If your internal energy is exhausted, it will do you no good."

Sun Wufeng said earnestly, with a look of satisfaction on his face. Being able to practice fifty-five swords in one day is already considered an outstanding talent.

"I'll tell you about the mistakes I made just now, as well as the techniques for using the force of the next few cuts. Listen carefully..."