2833: C2833 It's Personal

C2833 It's Personal

The three of them walked from the busy commercial street to a dark, barren land, surrounded by dilapidated houses built from metal plates.

Without a doubt, the place where Source Spirit Feather lived was in a slum in Sakazhong City that no one cared about. Most of the people living here were refugees and slaves.

Although Feng Yixiu was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but furrow his brows when he entered such a poor place.

He didn't dislike this place. Instead, he felt sorry for Yuan Shenyu for living in such a harsh environment for so many years. No matter how miserable he was when he was young, he could at least get Dean Zhou's care. He wouldn't have to worry about food and accommodation.

"Master, this is where my disciple stays..."

Yuan Shen suddenly stopped in front of a run-down iron house. There were countless old patches on the outside of the house, and a strong smell of rust hit him.

However, although this house was run-down and looked as if it would collapse if the wind blew, it looked quite neat and tidy. Other than the smell of rust, there was no other strange smell.

"You are a descendant of the royal family after all. Didn't God Moonless come out to take care of you?" Feng Yixiu frowned slightly and said somewhat angrily.

"The Great Divine Official Moonless is doing this for the sake of his disciple. He is also afraid of revealing my whereabouts. Otherwise, I don't think I would have been able to live until today..." Yuan Shen explained with a smile.

"It has been hard on you all these years, but you have finally come to an end. The Moonless High Priest will come to find you in a few days, you don't need to feel wronged anymore." Feng Yixiu sighed helplessly and comforted him in a low voice.

"Master, do you want to find another hotel?" Shenwu Yue asked carefully.

"No need. Although this house isn't big, two people can still live in it..." Feng Yixiu casually waved his hand and then looked at the person beside him. He said softly, "Bai Long, find a hotel nearby and stay there!"

"Yes!"

Bai Long bowed slightly and disappeared in an instant.

This was not because Bai Long was too spoiled, but because she was a girl, she naturally could not squeeze in a small room with two men.

"Don't just stand there, let's go in!"

Feng Yixiu casually lifted the curtain and strode into the small house.

The decoration in the house was very simple. There was only a worn-out wooden bed and a desk, but it was neat and tidy. The bedding was stacked like tofu, and the books were arranged very neatly.

The details in the house could reflect a person's mental appearance. It could be seen that Yuan Shen Yu did not degrade himself during the exile. Instead, he had been strict with himself.

"Master, this bed is really too small. You just need to make it first. I will make the floor."

As he spoke, Yuan Shen Yu reached out his hand to pick up the mat that was erected at the side and swiftly laid it on the clean floor.

"How can it be so troublesome? This bed isn't big enough, just make it wider. Sleeping on the floor is outrageous." Feng Yixiu smiled and snapped his fingers. The Azure Dragon mark on his chest emitted a weak light.

"Hualala..."

Soft vines broke out of the ground. These jade-green vines surrounded the edge of the bed, interweaving to form a soft bed.

The small wooden bed that was originally only 1.3 meters turned into a 1.8 meter large bed in the blink of an eye. The soft leaves also made the hard bed much softer.

When Source Spirit Feather saw this magical operation, his eyes widened and he muttered to himself, "This is too magical..."

"This is just a small trick. It's not worth mentioning." Feng Yixiu smiled and waved his hand. He laid on the bed very naturally and said softly, "Don't just stand there. You have been tired for the whole day. Quickly rest!"

"Oh, oh..."

Only then did Yuan Shenyu come back to his senses. He took small steps and walked to the other side of the bed and laid down gently.

He saw that Feng Yixiu had closed his eyes to rest. Even though he did not feel sleepy, he still closed his eyes on his own accord.

Perhaps it was because today was too special for Yuan Shen, and it was difficult for him to calm down in a short period of time. He couldn't fall asleep even if he tossed and turned.1

Half an hour later, Yuan Shen slowly got up, picked up a tattered wooden sword, and walked out of the door. He actually started practicing in an uninhabited wasteland.

"My dear disciple, aren't you a little too diligent?"

But before he practiced for too long, a familiar voice suddenly sounded. Yuan Shenyu suddenly turned around and saw Feng Yixiu not far away. He was lazily leaning against a big tree to cool himself down.

"I don't know why, but I'm a little impatient today, and I can't fall asleep no matter what. That's why I thought it would be better to practice my sword. Maybe I'll be able to sleep when I'm tired..." Yuan Shenyu scratched his head, and then said in embarrassment, "Could it be that I disturbed you just now? I'll go somewhere further away now!"

"It's fine. I was a little sleepy at first, but when I saw you practicing your sword like this, I was so angry that I woke up." Feng Yixiu smiled and shook his head, then slowly moved closer.

"Master, is there a problem with this disciple's sword technique?" Yuan Shen Divine Feather was a little puzzled.

"There is no problem with my sword technique. If my guess is correct... Your sword technique does not originate from the common folk, but from the royal family's master of sword techniques. It can naturally be called an extremely exquisite sword technique. " Feng Yixiu smiled and shook his head. He explained, "But you just became an Origin Martial Cultivator, and your foundation is not firm yet. Such an exquisite sword technique cannot be understood. Moreover, once you become a battle spirit king, why can't you control your Spirit Weapon? The martial techniques that you practice outside of the body technique are not only useless, they will also restrict your future development."

"Thank you for your guidance, Master. I thought that there would be no harm in being diligent, but I didn't think that I would almost make a big mistake!" Yuan Shenyu was also shocked and broke out in cold sweat. He bowed and expressed his gratitude.

"Since you are my disciple, if I don't personally teach you some skills... This is truly outrageous. " Feng Yixiu smiled, then changed the topic and asked, "But my basic martial arts is Huaxia's ancient martial arts. I'm afraid it's not the same as the martial arts in Sun Moon Empire . Do you want to learn it from the beginning? "

"Of course I'm willing. I only hope that I won't disgrace your reputation in the future!" Yuan Shenyu's pupils suddenly contracted. He was already excited to begin with, but now he became even more excited.

Feng Yixiu nodded his head in relief and said in a serious voice, "Very good. Today, your master will teach you a movement technique and palm technique. The movement technique is called Wind Wielding Wandering Dragon Step. The palm technique is called Thunder Eight Trigram Palm. Whether it is movement technique or palm technique, both contain the Dao of hard and soft. Once you master it, without considering the strength of the battle spirit, not mentioning the fact that you can surpass the rank in a challenge, at least you won't be able to match up to anyone within the rank! "

"Master, please enlighten me!" Yuan Shenyu cupped his fists and said in a deep voice.

"Master will only practice once. As for how much you can comprehend, it will depend on your own luck!"

As Feng Yixiu's cultivation level became higher and higher, he could understand his father's good intentions. He only practiced once not because he was impatient, but because he didn't want to be restricted by his own style.

Even if it was the same martial skill, when different people used it, they would have different fighting styles. Once they practiced it many times, they would inevitably be affected by the opponent and thus limit their own development.

However, this teaching method was only limited to people with extremely high talent. For ordinary people, it would only have the opposite effect. After all, it was impossible for ordinary people to remember it all in one go, let alone integrate their own style.

Feng Yixiu did not start the formal practice. Instead, he used the telekinetic energy shield to cover his surroundings, so as to avoid disturbing the rest of the residents because of too much noise.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

After the preparation work was done, Feng Yixiu began the drill. He first took out the Thunder Eight Trigram Palm stance, and a faintly discernible Eight Trigrams diagram appeared under his feet.

The Thunder Eight Trigram Palm was one of the ancient martial arts of Huaxia. It emphasized the importance of being as quiet as a virgin, moving like a rabbit, and as motionless as a gentle breeze and rain. When it moved, it sounded like thunder and rain.

The thunder-like palm wind continuously smashed onto a large tree not far away. Even though it had tried its best to restrain its strength, it still caused the large tree to shake wildly. Countless leaves fell like rain.

The swaying leaves drifted along with the chaotic airflow. Feng Yixiu took the opportunity to demonstrate the Wind Wielding Wandering Dragon Step. His figure was like a ghost, moving between the dazzling fallen leaves. His speed did not seem very fast, but he did not touch a single leaf...

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