Chapter 954 (1/2)
A group of people in Shushan have already felt extremely excited, and many people have a brilliant look in their eyes!
Yeah, that makes sense! The founders of these swordsmanship were not created for others, they were created for themselves.
If you practice what others create all day long, it will always be imitation. Where can you get self breakthrough?
As if, the real great calligraphers and painters have their own styles and schools, which are not comparable to those who copy!
”Listen to Mr. Ye's words and practice ten years of hard work!” Ling Qingfeng said with emotion: ”I didn't expect that there are so many people in Shushan sword school. Mr. Ye is not as good as an outsider who has a thorough understanding of our swordsmanship!
Oh, no, to be exact, it is Mr. Ye's understanding of martial arts, far better than ours! ”
Although Ye Fan knew that he was much higher than them, he waved his hand politely, ”it's just a little idea. Mr. Ling's words are heavy.”.
”If I'm lucky, I'd like to ask Mr. Ye to stay in Shushan for more days, so I can ask Mr. Ye for advice,” Ling Qingfeng said of many Shushan disciples.
Ye Fan thinks in his mind that he will go to the Tibetan sword pavilion to see the art of imperial sword. It will do no harm to stay for a few days and practice martial arts in the mountains.
Then he said, ”well, since Ling Lao is so kind to invite him.”.
Ling Qingfeng nodded with a smile at the moment and said, ”Mr. Ye, we have finished sorting out the Tibetan sword Pavilion. I will take you to have a look at it now?”
Ye Fan is waiting, ”tired Ling old.”.
After leaving Kendo field, they walk to the back mountain.
Besides Ling Qingfeng and Ling Baiguang, she didn't let Ling Yuwei in. Other disciples also need permission from the Presbyterian to enter.
Ye Fan followed Ling's father and son and walked up the steps to a platform. In front of it was a pool with the words ”HuanJian pool” written beside it.
Ye Fan wondered, what's this? Is there a special place in Shushan for sword washing?
Ling Qingfeng explained: ”Mr. Ye, don't be surprised. This is the rule that our ancestors of Shushan left behind.
All swords that are to be sent to the Tibetan sword Pavilion for collection should be washed out of the fierce and violent spirit on them, so as to ensure that the swords in the Tibetan sword Pavilion will not be polluted by worldly violence. ”
Ye Fan suddenly realized that although he thought it was a bit of self deception, it was also part of the inheritance of Shushan sword culture.
Outside the Tibetan sword Pavilion is a beautiful ancient building, and a large part of the space behind it is connected with the mountain.
When ye fan walked into the Tibetan sword Pavilion, he saw all kinds of swords, which were quietly placed on the shelves.
There are thousands of these swords at least, and they are all good swords. Otherwise, they are not qualified to be stored here.
However, what makes Ye Fan feel strange is that there is a faint smell of blood in the Tibetan sword Pavilion
”Ling Lao, did you have a fight here?” Ye Fan asked.
Ling Qingfeng said with a wry smile: ”I didn't expect that he was found by Mr. Ye. To be honest, we found the intruder in the Tibetan sword Pavilion yesterday.
We have two disciples guarding here who were brutally killed So it was not convenient to bring Mr. in yesterday
Ling Bai Guang road: ”Mr. Ye, we are still secretly investigating this matter, please keep it confidential for us.”
Ye Fan doesn't mind, of course. He's an outsider, so he's over.