The gaunt figure's voice was hoarse and grating.
However, it stirred up a huge wave in Li Dixian's heart.
His sword discussion with Chen Xin had been half a month ago.
Could this Feng Bailong still perceive traces of his sword discussion with Chen Xin?
Feng Buyu, standing beside him, also looked at Li Dixian with extreme shock at this moment.
A sword discussion with Chen Xin?!
Though he had once said he had never seen Chen Xin's demeanor,
in his heart, the sect master, who was invincible in the Way of the Sword, had been defeated by Chen Xin, and his sword had not been unsheathed since.
This showed the true value of Chen Xin as the foremost person in the Way of the Sword!
And Li Dixian could actually have a sword discussion with Chen Xin?!
This level of attainment had left his peers far behind.
Qian Renxue's eyes narrowed slightly.
She turned her head, her gaze meticulously sweeping over Li Dixian.
When did this happen?
Had Li Dixian been injured?
If she didn't know that Li Dixian disliked being restrained,
she would have long ago sent Snake Lance to secretly guard him.
"Senior has keen insight."
Li Dixian cupped his hands.
This bow was made with genuine respect.
"Insight?"
"You can't see it with your eyes."
As he spoke,
Feng Bailong did not get up.
His cross-legged figure turned silently, like a willow in the wind.
Li Dixian finally got a clear look at the face of the Wind Sword Sect's sect master.
He was about forty years old.
One could vaguely see his former handsomeness.
His disheveled hair was streaked with black and white, and combined with his faded grey hemp robe, it gave him a sense of profound age.
A black silk ribbon was tied over his eyes.
Li Dixian saw clearly that Feng Bailong's black silk ribbon had no mesh whatsoever.
"Dixian greets Senior Feng Bailong."
"What a sharp sword!"
"What a natural Sword Bone!"
"When this old man listened intently, he felt a faint stinging in his ears!"
Feng Bailong tilted his head, a smile actually appearing on his face.
Perhaps it had been too long since he had shown emotion, as the smile was a bit stiff.
"I had thought that among all sword cultivators in the world, I was the only one who could hope to chase Chen Xin's footsteps!"
"Today, hearing of Little Friend Dixian's talent in the Way of the Sword, I realize that the new waves push the old, and the sharpness surpasses the old elegance!"
"Good! Good!"
Feng Buyu was already stunned.
Since he had met Sect Master Feng Bailong, when had he ever seen him so flustered?
Brother Zhe Xian's talent in the Way of the Sword had actually reached such a profound level?
Qian Renxue's lips curved into a faint smile.
Pleasant to hear, loved to hear, say more.
Hearing others praise Li Dixian was more pleasing to her ears than being praised herself.
Feng Bailong waved his large sleeve.
A wind arose from nowhere, sweeping away the dust.
A simple prayer mat quietly appeared opposite Li Dixian.
"Little Friend Dixian, at this hour of the setting sun and gentle breeze,"
"how about you and I have a sword discussion today?"
Li Dixian sat down generously on the prayer mat.
"I couldn't ask for more!"
Feng Buyu knew that during a discussion of the Way, outsiders should not observe, so he immediately cupped his hands and excused himself.
Qian Renxue, however, was a bit uneasy, her gaze lingering on Li Dixian.
Feng Bailong's ears twitched slightly, and he smiled, saying:
"If Little Friend Dixian's friend does not wish to leave, she can wait in the nearby pavilion. She can also observe the scene from there."
Qian Renxue glanced at Li Dixian, then floated towards the pavilion.
Once there were no other people around,
the setting sun melted into gold, and the evening glow was like brocade,
shining upon Li Dixian and Feng Bailong as they sat opposite each other.
Feng Bailong spoke, his voice no longer hoarse, but as distant as the wind.
"Little Friend Dixian…"
"There are ten thousand kinds of Spirits in the world, and thus ten thousand kinds of Ways of the Sword."
"I will not rashly say which is stronger or weaker; fundamentally, it lies with the person wielding the sword."
"This old man will venture to say…"
"Chen Xin is simply too stubborn."
"He firmly believes that the path of one sword breaking all methods is unparalleled in the world."
"Little does he know, all ten thousand Ways of the Sword can reach the pinnacle."
"Of course, if he were not so stubborn, his Seven Kill Sword would not be so powerful."
Li Dixian nodded:
"Junior agrees."
"Hehe…"
Feng Bailong chuckled softly.
"That was a bit off-topic."
"I hear the essence of wind swirling around Little Friend Dixian."
"The wind passed by your body, lingered for three breaths, but ultimately did not stay."
"It seems that Little Friend's Way of the Sword has encountered some confusion here?"
"How about this old man tells Little Friend about the Way of the Sword I have comprehended?"
Li Dixian's expression became solemn, and he listened intently.
Feng Bailong lightly flipped his wrist.
An invisible suction force pulled.
A fallen leaf floated into his fingers.
He flicked his finger, holding the leaf like a sword, emitting a sharp whistle of wind.
"Melodious…truly melodious…"
A look of intoxication appeared on Feng Bailong's face.
"The black silk ribbon covering this old man's eyes is called 'wind restraining gauze'. Blocking light is secondary; filtering wind is its true purpose."
"The airflow in the mountains passes through this plain silk gauze, broken down into seventy-two strands, before it can enter my ear canal."
"Initially, I only heard the noisy sounds of heaven and earth…"
"The wailing of the rock wall's crevices, that is 'earth wind'; the disciple's sword cutting through the air, that is 'human wind'."
After speaking,
Feng Bailong finally took out his sword.
The sword was indeed in its sheath.
Li Dixian watched in surprise…that where the sword sheath and sword hilt joined, a layer of verdant moss had actually grown.
Was it due to not being unsheathed for too long?
But how could a sword formed by a Spirit grow mundane moss?
Feng Bailong placed the sheathed long sword by his ear and slowly asked:
"Little Friend Dixian, can you hear my sword humming?"
Li Dixian listened intently, then after a moment, he shook his head hesitantly.
"But I hear it."
A smile once again appeared on Feng Bailong's weathered face.
"My sword is vibrating along with this mountain wind."
"Little Friend Dixian, please look…"
Li Dixian followed Feng Bailong's withered finger.
He saw a wind-eroded rock standing not far away.
He looked puzzled.
Feng Bailong's voice was slow and gentle like the wind.
"The crevices on that wind-eroded rock are sword sheaths carved by heaven and earth."
"Little Friend Dixian, tell me…"
"What is the sword in the sheath?"
Li Dixian looked at the wind passing through the holes in the rock.
"It is the wind."
"Exactly!"
Feng Bailong waved his large sleeve.
A sudden gust of wind howled into the holes of the wind-eroded rock.
As the wind passed through the crevices, Li Dixian saw that the invisible wind was actually imbued with a tangible sharpness, instantly piercing countless transparent holes through the layers of mist illuminated by the setting sun.
"Little Friend Dixian…"
"Every trace of wind erosion is heaven and earth correcting the deviation of the sword's hum."
"The wind blows across smooth rock walls, leaving only roars, but passing through a pockmarked rock pillar, it forms a natural sword array."
"All of this is what I hear in my ears…"
"True 'listening to the sword' is to use the heart as the ear."
"The humming of the sword is the unformed sword intent in your heart."
"It is the echo stirred up on external objects by the force of the wind."
"This old man has a place that can help you…hear the sword's hum."
In the pavilion,
Qian Renxue's gaze never left Li Dixian.
However,
the next moment,
she saw Feng Bailong suddenly make a move.
He grabbed Li Dixian's wrist and dragged him as he leaped off the ten-thousand-foot cliff.
Qian Renxue's beautiful face instantly lost all color, and the six brilliant wings of light on her back suddenly unfurled.
Like a startled swan, she plunged rapidly after them!
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