Chapter 3381: Just like a teenager

3382-Sorcerer

"Well, senior knows?" Zhuo Bufan's expression was'surprised'.

The old man smiled and said: "I guard the Wuxue Pavilion, so naturally I know what martial arts you have chosen, but the old man also has to give you advice, martial arts is not the higher the rank, the better, you have to be suitable for yourself. There were many people before. Fancy'Seven Nights Knife Sword' is a life-and-death-level sword technique, greedy for advanced martial arts, rubbing practice, maybe very few learners, even if you learn it, but there is no subsequent move, there is only one move, it is better to spend time in practicing other Martial arts."

"Thank you for your guidance, but the kid still wants to study this mysterious sword technique." Zhuo Bufan arched his hands and walked out of the Wuxue Pavilion.

Looking at Zhuo Bufan's back, the old man shook his head helplessly, "Never mind, old man, I like to be nosy. How many people chose this cheat book, but finally gave up, young people, don't hit the south wall or look back."

Returning to the small courtyard, Zhuo Bufan looked surprisedly at a short-haired boy sitting in the courtyard. The boy's mouth was stained with blood, and his body was dirty, and he 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, come over and have a drink with you." Chen Ping shook his head.

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

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

Zhuo Bufan picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Oh, I went to the Wuxue Pavilion just now, and new students are qualified to choose a martial arts study."

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

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

Zhuo Bufan had just entered Fei Ni sect. There were some disciples who were willing to associate with him, but after knowing that he had no background, he gradually alienated. Only Chen Ping has been in contact with him, because Chen Ping is also a disciple with no background. Nizong's status is very low, and more importantly, Chen Ping is also good at using knives, and Zhuo Bufan also uses knives after disguising as Niu Geng.

"I chose a book of'Seven Nights Crazy Sword', but unfortunately it is a fragment. This sword is originally a life-and-death-level martial arts. There are seven styles, but only the first style is left in the sect. Fa." Zhuo Bufan shook his head and said.

Chen Ping was taken aback, opened his eyes, and then shook his head with a wry smile: "Brother Niu, I didn't expect you to choose Qiye Kuangdao like me, but unfortunately you chose the wrong one... Next year, there will be another opportunity to choose martial arts. You can choose another one."

"Why?" Zhuo Bufan asked curiously.

"I have already learned the first form of the'Seven Nights Mad Knife', but there is no way behind it. Even if you have learned it, it will be useless. It is better to practice other martial arts to perfection, and the power is stronger than the first form." Chen Ping He drank the wine and said in frustration.

Zhuo Bufan didn’t speak, but just nodded. Even if Yi Lei’s enlightenment is achieved, this set of swordsmanship cannot be deduced from the following swordsmanship. Therefore, it has been kept as a fragment in the Wuxue Pavilion. Any disciple can choose to practice, because there is only The first formula is not precious.

"By the way, what happened today, I think you seem to be fighting with someone?" Zhuo Bufan asked, changing the subject.

Chen Ping squeezed his fist and smashed his fist on the stone table. He was very angry. "It's Lu Meng. Yesterday, Sister Sister said a few words to me, and he brought people to trouble me. We have no background. Zongmen is also the lowest-level disciple, not strong enough, and can only be bullied."

Zhuo Bufan knew that Lu Meng, a disciple of the Realm of Realm, in Fei Ni Sect, many male disciples liked Yi Tao, Chen Ping just said a few words to Yi Tao, and Lu Meng led someone to teach Chen Ping a lesson. , And even threatened Chen Ping with ruthless words, being arrogant and domineering.

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

In the past few days, Yi Tao often went to the yard to look for him, but Zhuo Bufan was all prevarication and told her to go back.

"Sister Yi Tao has a good relationship with you. If Lu Meng beats you, tell Senior Sister Yi Tao he will be punished too." Chen Ping said, "It's different like me. I'm not familiar with Senior Sister Yi Tao. , Without family background, can only be bullied by them."

As he said, Chen Ping squeezed his fists hard, his eyes flushed with unwillingness and determination.

Zhuo Bufan looked at Chen Ping as if he had seen himself as a young man. He was also being humiliated. Because he had no strength and no backing, he could only endure all the humiliation, but he was extremely unwilling. The tenacity and sharpness in his eyes were just like a young man.

"Do you like Sister Yitao too?" Zhuo Bufan asked with a smile.

"Me?" Chen Ping's face flushed suddenly, and he stubbornly said, "No, the most powerful person in Fei Ni Sect is Brother Lu Feng. In the future, the Sect Master will also promise Senior Sister Yi Tao to Senior Brother Feng. I am just a small person, so how dare I expect this? Senior Sister Gao Panyi."

As someone who came by, Zhuo Bufan could naturally see that Chen Ping's mouth was wrong, and he took a sip from his wine glass and said, "You have unlimited possibilities, and the sincere way can be known beforehand."

Chen Ping's body trembled, clenched his fists, his eyes full of fighting spirit, "Brother Niu, your words have given me divine enlightenment. I will not give up. Even if it is only the lowest-level disciple of the sect, I will try my best to practice."

"Qiye Kuangdao is good, if you think about it, maybe there will be a breakthrough." Zhuo Bufan smiled.

After sending Chen Ping away, Zhuo Bufan sat on the stone bench and turned to look at the "Seven Nights Mad Knife", his fingers condensed his energy, and he painted in the void, "The hostility is very heavy. Because his wife is dead, he is crazy and sad. Crazy, this martial arts is full of murderous intent, attacking sharply but regardless of defense, once you encounter a formidable opponent and find a flaw, one blow can kill you."

At night, the sky is full of stars.

Zhuo Bufan looked at a distant mountain range and sensed that Chen Ping was sharpening his sword, sweating all over, lying on the lawn, panting, looking up at the starry sky, his thoughts were chaotic, but his eyes became firmer and firmer.

"Since you and I know each other, I will give you a chance. As for how far you can go in the future, it's up to you."

Zhuo Bufan muttered to himself, the tip of his index finger condensed a little spiritual power, and in the darkness, a thin and imperceptible streamer flew over the sect, over the mountains, and then quietly penetrated into Chen Ping's forehead.

With Chen Ping’s strength, he couldn’t detect it at all. He just felt tired and fell asleep. In his sleep, he dreamed of a humanoid light and shadow, performing an exquisite sword technique, fierce and domineering, murderous, and swordsman. Light like a horse, intertwined, very mysterious.

"Boy, you can read it carefully, keep it in your heart, and think about this set of sword techniques with your heart!"

After the display was completed, the humanoid light and shadow disappeared. Chen Ping suddenly woke up, looking at the empty valley, the mountain wind blew across his cheeks, and he felt chilly.

"Chen Ping, thank you senior for your guidance, thank you senior for entrusting your dream." Chen Ping knelt on the ground, banged his head three times toward the front, then got up and lifted the knife, and began to recall the knife technique in his dream while practicing.