Chapter 3382 Just Like a Boy

"Well, senior knows?" Zhuo Bufan looked 'surprised'.

The old man smiled and said: "I guard the martial arts pavilion, so I naturally know what martial arts you have chosen. However, the old man also wants to give you advice. The higher the level of martial arts, the better. It must be suitable for you. There have been many people before. I fancy that the 'Seven Nights Crazy Sword' is a life-and-death level sword technique, and I am greedy for advanced martial arts and rubbing practice. There may be only a few people who can learn it. Even if I learn it, there are no other moves, only one move, so I might as well spend my time practicing other skills. In martial arts.”

"Thank you for your guidance, senior, but I still want to study this mysterious sword technique." Zhuo Bufan cupped his hand and walked out of the martial arts pavilion.

Looking at Zhuo Bufan's back, the old man shook his head helplessly, "Forget it, old man, I like to meddle in other people's business. How many people chose this secret book, but finally gave up. Young people, don't look back until you hit the wall."

Returning to the small courtyard, Zhuo Bufan was surprised to see a short-haired boy sitting in the courtyard. The boy had blood stains on the corners of his mouth, was dirty all over, and looked quite embarrassed.

"Brother Chen Ping, what's wrong with you?" Zhuo Bufan strode forward.

"It's okay, I'm not in a good mood. I'll come over and have a drink with you." Chen Ping shook his head.

When Zhuo Bufan saw this, he didn't ask any questions. He took out a bottle of wine and two wine glasses from the space ring and placed them on the stone table. The two sat down facing each other and drank and chatted together.

"Brother Niu, where did you go just now? Don't you always like to stay in the yard?" Chen Ping asked, looking a little depressed while drinking.

Zhuo Bufan picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Oh, I just went to the martial arts pavilion. New disciples are eligible to choose a martial arts to learn."

"Brother Niu, what martial arts did you choose?" Chen Ping's eyes lit up, "It must be swordsmanship, right?"

"You guessed it right, it is indeed a sword skill." Zhuo Bufan nodded.

When Zhuo Bufan first entered the Feini Sect, there were some disciples who were willing to make friends with him. However, after learning that he had no background, they gradually became alienated. Only Chen Ping kept in contact with him, because Chen Ping was also a disciple with no background. Ni Zong's status is very low. More importantly, Chen Ping is also good at using swords, and Zhuo Bufan also uses swordsmanship after disguising himself as Niu Geng.

"I chose a book called 'Seven Nights of Crazy Swords', but it's a remnant. This book of swordsmanship is a life-and-death level martial arts. There are seven styles in total, but only the first style is left in the sect, and there are no other swords. Law." Zhuo Bufan shook his head and said.

Chen Ping was stunned for a moment, opened his eyes wide, then shook his head with a wry smile and said: "Brother Niu, I didn't expect you to choose the Seven Nights Crazy Sword like me, but unfortunately you chose the wrong one... Next year, I will have another chance to choose martial arts. You can choose another one."

"Why?" Zhuo Bufan asked curiously.

"I have learned the first move of 'Seven Nights Crazy Sword', but without the following techniques, it is useless even if I master it. It is better to practice other martial arts to perfection, which will be more powerful than the first move." Chen Ping Drinking wine, he said in frustration.

Zhuo Bufan did not speak, but just nodded. This set of sword techniques, even if Yi Lei understood it, could not deduce the subsequent sword techniques, so it has been kept as a fragment in the martial arts pavilion. Any disciple can choose to practice it, because only The first style is not precious.

"By the way, what happened today? I think you got into a fight with someone?" Zhuo Bufan asked, changing the subject.

Chen Ping clenched his fist and punched the stone table, angrily, "It's Lu Meng. Senior sister said a few words to me yesterday, and he brought people to trouble me. People like us who have no background, in The sect is also the lowest disciple, and he is not very strong, so he can only be bullied."

Zhuo Bufan knew that Lu Meng was a Jiehou realm disciple. In Feini Sect, many male disciples liked Yi Tao. Chen Ping only said a few words to Yi Tao, and Lu Meng led others to teach Chen Ping a lesson. , and also threatened Chen Ping with harsh words, and was arrogant and domineering.

"Why didn't Lu Meng come to trouble me?" Zhuo Bufan asked.

In the past few days, Yi Tao often ran to the yard to look for him, but Zhuo Bufan always excused her and asked her to go back.

"Senior Sister Yi Tao has a good relationship with you. If Lu Meng hits you and you tell Senior Sister Yi Tao, he will also be punished." Chen Ping said, "It's different with me. Senior Sister Yi Tao and I are not familiar with each other. , and I have no family background, so I can only be bullied by them."

As he spoke, Chen Ping clenched his fists hard, his eyes were red, and he was unwilling and energetic.

Zhuo Bufan looked at Chen Ping, as if he saw himself as a young man, who was also bullied. Because he had no strength and no backing, he could only endure all the humiliation, but he was extremely unwilling in his heart. The toughness and sharpness in his eyes were just like that of a young man.

"You also like Senior Sister Yi Tao?" Zhuo Bufan asked with a smile.

"Me?" Chen Ping's face suddenly turned red and he hesitated, "No, the most powerful person in Feini Sect is Senior Brother Lu Feng. In the future, the sect leader will also betroth Senior Sister Yi Tao to Senior Brother Feng. I am just a small person, how can I dare to expect that?" Senior Sister Gao Panyi."

As an experienced person, Zhuo Bufan naturally saw that Chen Ping was not telling the truth. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip and said: "Young people have unlimited possibilities. The way to be sincere can be predicted in advance."

Chen Ping's body trembled, he clenched his fists hard, his eyes full of fighting spirit, "Brother Niu, your words enlightened me. I will not give up. Even if I am just the lowest disciple of the sect, I will work hard to practice."

"The Seven Nights Crazy Sword is pretty good. If you think about it more, you might have a breakthrough." Zhuo Bufan said with a smile.

After sending Chen Ping away, Zhuo Bufan sat on the stone bench, flipping through the pages of 'Seven Nights of Crazy Knife', condensing his energy with his fingers, and drew in the air, "The anger is very strong, because my wife died, so I went crazy, sad and sad. Crazy, this martial art is full of murderous intent, with sharp attacks but no regard for defense. Once you encounter a powerful opponent and find a flaw, one blow can kill you."

At night, the sky is filled with stars.

Zhuo Bufan looked at a distant mountain range and sensed that Chen Ping was sharpening his sword skills, sweating all over his body, lying on the lawn, breathing heavily, looking up at the stars, his thoughts were confused, but his eyes became more determined.

"Since you and I know each other, I will give you a chance. As for how far you can go in the future, it all depends on you."

Zhuo Bufan murmured to himself, concentrating a little spiritual power on the tip of his index finger, and drew an undetectable stream of light in the darkness, flying over the sect and over the mountains, and then quietly got into Chen Ping's eyebrows.

With Chen Ping's strength, he couldn't notice it at all. He only felt tired and fell into a drowsy sleep. In his sleep, he dreamed of a human-shaped light and shadow, which was displaying exquisite sword skills. It was fierce and domineering, with murderous intent everywhere. The light is like a piece of steel, intertwined together, extremely mysterious.

"Boy, please read it carefully, keep it in mind, and carefully study this set of sword techniques!"

After the display, the humanoid light and shadow disappeared. Chen Ping suddenly woke up and looked at the empty valley. The mountain wind blew across his face, giving him a chilling feeling.

"Chen Ping thanks you, senior, for your advice and for your dream." Chen Ping knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times in front of him, then stood up and picked up the sword, and began to recall the sword skills in his dream while practicing.