Super Soldier in the City-Chapter 2046 - 2109: Wind Swordsmanship
Oh... Li Yifei nodded, the Autumn Water Sword was something he had heard about for the first time, but seeing the reactions of the two elders, this sword must have a legendary background, being called a Divine Weapon, how could it not? No wonder he couldn’t practice it, but... wait, don’t I have a giant sword? That thing seems to be something valuable, right? I’ll learn this technique and try it at home. If it succeeds, great, if not, there’s no harm.
Thinking of this, Li Yifei rubbed his hands with excitement, looking at Qingqiu, and said, "Elder Qingqiu, to be honest, I have a sword at home, which I didn’t bring. It’s a very large giant sword, as if it’s used by a giant. I think that sword is not bad either!"
"There’s another one? Tell me about it, what does it look like?" Qingqiu asked with interest.
Li Yifei then described how he obtained it and the appearance of the sword to Qingqiu. A sword over 1.5 meters long... The name that first came to Qingqiu’s mind was Ju Que. According to legend, this sword was of astonishing length and didn’t seem to be used by ordinary people. Unfortunately, it has been lost over time.
"Bring the sword to me, and I’ll teach you the Sword Controlling Technique," Qingqiu said in an indisputable tone.
This... I’ve already given up a Mohist War, and now I have to hand over another one? The old lady clearly means business. Li Yifei hesitated for a moment, even though he couldn’t really use that giant sword at home, learning a Sword Controlling Technique in exchange for a seemingly impressive weapon seemed a bit not worth it.
Murong Yuanqing spoke up timely, "Just make a trip back and bring it over for Qingqiu to see. She loves swords, she won’t take it from you. Besides, I’ve known about that sword of yours for a long time. Sending it to Qingqiu, she might help you maintain it. Don’t think that a famous sword doesn’t need maintenance, or else it’ll just become scrap iron."
Hearing this, Li Yifei immediately realized it and quickly clasped his hands, saying, "Elder Qingqiu, then I’ll trouble you. I’ll go fetch it now."
"Learn the sword move first," Qingqiu said, lifting her hand to perform a sword flower. Li Yifei noticed Qingqiu’s sword was very slender, at least narrower and thinner than ordinary swords, with a faint crimson hue. As she waved it, it seemed to burst with endless sword lights before Li Yifei’s eyes, dazzling him, the lights increasingly numerous, as if enveloping Qingqiu’s body.
If one could swing the sword fast enough, it could create a temporary visual delay effect, producing countless shadows. However, Qingqiu’s sword dance speed was evidently not fast.
"Most of my sword techniques are more suited for women to learn and use, I don’t know many techniques for men, but there is one set suitable for you. I see you’re good with strength, and your True Qi is strong, which fits this set of techniques!" Qingqiu began the first move, and Li Yifei immediately felt an imposing sword intent, the sword in her hand even emitted a half-foot long red glow.
Li Yifei stepped back a bit, watching very seriously.
This was a great open and close swordsmanship, known as "The Wind", or the Wind Swordsmanship. Qingqiu learned it from ancient texts, but after learning it, she never used it as it was too masculine, not suitable for her. Qingqiu’s sword techniques are very delicate, focusing on the finesse of moves.
On the contrary, it’s suitable for someone like Li Yifei, who charges ahead. There are five moves, each a deadly one, containing various changes. Li Yifei quickly learned the first two moves, and Qingqiu praised his good comprehension, but the next three moves, each was more complex and difficult than the last, with Li Yifei taking an hour just for the third move.
Fortunately, Qingqiu was very patient, not exhibiting any anger due to his multiple mistakes, just like when facing Murong Yuanqing.
Of course, Li Yifei did not know, learning the third move of the Wind Swordsmanship in an hour was already considered very high comprehension, let alone Li Yifei, who had quite a low foundation in swordsmanship.
By the time Li Yifei learned all five moves, the night was late, and Murong Yuanqing was already impatient, grumbling as he went into the grass hut. After Li Yifei learned the five moves, he realized the old man’s mouth was complaining, but his body was honestly preparing the meal.
Qingqiu then scolded, "Who allowed you to mess with my kitchen?"
After dinner, Li Yifei and Murong Yuanqing went down the mountain together. On the way back, perhaps the old man’s mood improved a little, since he got to meet Elder Qingqiu again. It was then that Li Yifei realized, although the old man hadn’t come in person all these years, he had ordered some people to take special care of Qingqiu. All the daily necessities were sent regularly by people, even setting up a mobile station in the mountain to ensure a connection, so that even in areas without signal, the phone could be used.
"Elder Murong, thank you for today!"
"No need for gratitude, anyone else seeing me like that would be silenced for good." In the car, Murong Yuanqing glared and quipped at Li Yifei, leaving the latter speechless and unsure what to say next.
Seeing Li Yifei’s expression, Murong Yuanqing continued, "Alright, stop overthinking. I also appreciate talent. Even though we’re not master and disciple, before I leave, meeting someone with potential like you can’t be wasted. I should offer some guidance where it’s due!"
Li Yifei listened respectfully, feeling somewhat moved. Though they were not related, Murong Yuanqing had often looked after him since they met. Li Yifei hadn’t been able to repay him, and experiencing this kind of mentorship from an elder was something he hadn’t felt growing up. Seeing Murong Yuanqing’s increasingly aged appearance, Li Yifei felt a pang of sadness. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
"Since Qingqiu is called the Sword Body, her expertise in swordsmanship is strong. You should be sweet-talking a bit more. If she appreciates you, your progress in sword skills won’t be weak. Remember, she’s never taken a disciple. If she dies, those skills would be taken to the grave."
"I’ll remember that, definitely strive to learn more," Li Yifei promised seriously. Today’s Wind Swordsmanship allowed him to glimpse the fun in swordplay. Although practicing is tough, Li Yifei knows that in combat, having a longer reach and weapons is far better than empty-handed fighting. Previously wielding a sword was just a rough approach, but it’s no match for authentic, traditionally honed sword arts.
If it’s purely about sword skills, he can’t even surpass Gu Yapeng from the Orthodox Sect.
In the darkness of night, the mountain was pitch black. Murong Yuanqing looked back, his eyes complex and unreadable. Li Yifei remained silent. Upon returning to the city, Li Yifei disembarked midway. He needed to contact the family to send the sword over; fetching it back and forth was quite a hassle. However, he also had to pick up his wife and child from the airport. Xu Shanshan was accompanying Su Mengxin to Capital City, arriving in two hours.
Li Yifei arrived at the airport, waited a while, and Su Mengxin’s plane landed. Minutes later, he saw Su Mengxin pushing a stroller and Xu Shanshan carrying a small suitcase. The two briskly walked out, naturally attracting many glances. Li Yifei waved them over.
Exiting the airport, Elder Su had sent his driver to pick them up. Old Master Su knew in advance that Su Mengxin was bringing the child back, and had been in a good mood for the last two days. Arriving at Old Master Su’s residence, Li Yifei saw many people inside, all from the Su Family.
Among them was the lively and quirky Su Mengfei, who supposedly returned from abroad.
After greetings with Old Master Su, Li Yifei stepped aside. Regardless of their inner thoughts, the Su Family seemed very happy and welcoming at this moment.
Old Master Su was in high spirits, occasionally chuckling, holding the child and looking left and right.
This wasn’t the first child of the Su Family’s fourth generation, but it was the child of his favorite granddaughter. For this matter, Elder Su had worried much. Finally finding the child brought relief to many.
"Haha, Yifei, you’ve done well, I’m very pleased." Su Lao held the child, sitting in the main seat, while other Su Family members sat at the sides of the table. Li Yifei and Su Mengxin sat straightforwardly next to Su Lao. The eyes of those people looking at Li Yifei and Su Mengxin carried envy, jealousy, and displeasure, but were well-concealed.
Though Li Yifei is no longer the Li Yifei of the past, his stature continues to rise periodically. Nevertheless, in some Su Family members’ eyes, he’s still not enough. However, his abilities are genuinely formidable. The Su Family can easily know his deeds; recounting his recent accomplishments, each is significant. Hence, despite their discontent, they’re powerless.
Should the old man pass away, some Su Family assets will certainly go to Su Mengxin. This is an undeniable fact, causing their displeasure. Li Yifei had talked to Su Mengxin about this, saying their family already has enough money, is it necessary to clash with relatives over that sum? But Su Mengxin disagreed; what’s rightfully theirs must be claimed, otherwise, some would bully them more.
This is Su Mengxin’s matter; Li Yifei refrains from commenting. Observing the seemingly harmonious big family in front, Li Yifei deeply understands that familial affection in affluent families can be rather shallow. He hopes that in his own family, future generations will cherish more kinship.
That evening, Li Yifei, Su Mengxin with their child, and Xu Shanshan stayed at Old Master’s house. Su Mengxin plans to live here with the child for a while. The next day, Li Yifei and Xu Shanshan together went to the airport to pick up Su Lio, who was bringing the Ju Que Sword.
Originally, Chu Xiaoyao was meant to come too, but she had other issues over there. Rumor has it she’s dealing with hackers from some country, the red hackers online are actively preparing for battle. Thus, only Su Lio came, intended also for her to stretch her legs and ask Murong Yuanqing and Qingqiu if there are other treatments for her illness.
Looking at Su Lio, who appeared thin and weary, Li Yifei suddenly recalled something Chu Xiaoyao once said: It’s heart-wrenching seeing her gifts; this perplexing illness has tormented her, slimming her down like a child, leaving barely anything in her bust. If she were a bit plumper, she’d likely have an excellent figure.
