Chapter 490 - THE IMMORTAL SWORD HUT (4) (1/2)

Azief heard the sound of the sword and he shakes his head.

He waves his hand and the Immortal Sword Hut door opens up like it was being struck by a violent wind.

Xi Feng who was hacking the air, practicing the sword art was startled. He stops his movement, with a guilty expression and bow respectfully to Azief

Azief look at him, with that cold gaze.

'You are still confused' Azief said. Xi Feng look downcast and he nodded like he understands what Azief is trying to say

'I am, Master. I could not let it go'

Azief hold the sword near his bed and sighed. He looked back at Xi Feng and said

'You can't practice the Flowing Sword Arts by hacking the air unless you already understand the essence of the swordsmanship of the Flowing Sword Arts. If you understand it, the one you would be fighting would be the changing course of the wind. Then you will flow with it, blocking the wind and flowing with it and you naturally change its course. But now, what you are doing is simply hacking into air. Even a ten-year-old child could do what you did'

Xi Feng look down on the ground.

'You are still…weak' Azief said and there is only silence.

Xi Feng understand what his master is saying to him. He wanted revenge. And like his teacher said, taking revenge could only be done by strong people.

The weak could not take revenge. And he is still weak. He did not complain or argue with his master.

There is the debt of life he owed to his teacher but there is also the fact that his teacher treated him like a true disciple.

His teacher may look cold in the surface, but after spending three season with him Xi Feng could see there is a beating warm heart under that cold exterior.

His teacher face was handsome that even the most beautiful pleasure lady in the Zhaohua Pleasure House could not compare.

But his master face was also cold and radiates this coldness that could chill one heart.

From his eyes and his expression, it was like he was the Heavens, and he looked at all life with disregard and treated them with indifference.

He looked haughty and arrogant and yet at the same time one would fee that he had the right to look at the world like that and his haughty and arrogant look is fit for him and no one would find anything wrong with it.

But his teacher had a warm heart though he tries to hide it.

Xi Feng saw it in many occasions.

They are the only two people in this mountain.

When noon came, he would come to his teacher hut and roasted a few game he caught on the forest or one of the chickens he had.

If not that he would go down the mountain and bought some foods from the nearby village under the footpath of the mountain.

His teacher rarely smiles but his teacher was sincerely teaching him. Under his guidance, he has mastered five moves of the Flowing Sword Arts.

His teacher rarely gave compliment but he is rarely angry too.

He teaches him patiently and kindly, explaining things when it should be explained but also spoke in mysterious allegory so that he could find the answer for himself.

He remembers his master said to him once when he tried to emulate his master demeanor and even tries to imitate his sword arts.

'If you become me, you are not me' He only said this and since then as he ponders on that sentence, there is still something he thinks that he missed.

That sentence seems simple but when he thinks about it he felt like he was having a headache. He asks himself what does his master means when he said if he becomes him, he would not be him. Who would he be then?

But he never tries to imitate his teacher again.

Xi Feng had met many powerful expert and he even met some grandmaster expert in his journey from Yong to Silhae.

But each time he tries to offer himself as a disciple to all of those grandmaster and master of martial arts, they would always say that he is lacking.