Martial Arts: After ten years of sword-drawing, the Sword God must bow his head when he sees me

Chapter 44: Fighting with Oneself, Loneliness as a Boat
Shen Ping'an was not surprised that Qu Feiyan comprehended the sword intent first.

Although Qu Feiyan is younger than Shen Qingshan, she is indeed more intelligent than Shen Qingshan.

It’s a pity that the little girl has a lively personality and is a bit lazy in her cultivation.

A hundred breaths later, following Qu Feiyan, Shen Qingshan also successfully nurtured his own sword intent in his body.

As time went by, the sword energy in the two of them became more and more obvious.

The sword intent in Qu Feiyan's body was sharp yet had a hazy feeling like a drizzling rain.

The sword intent in Shen Qingshan's body was a sharp aura mixed with a trace of fleeting clouds, a feeling that seemed both real and illusory.

Although Qu Feiyan has a lively personality, she is also meticulous in her thinking. The martial arts she has practiced have a gentle yet sharp edge, and a murderous quality hidden in her hands.

With Shen Ping'an's understanding of sword intent, he immediately determined that the two people had comprehended the Drizzle Sword Intent and the Floating Cloud Sword Intent respectively.

Shen Qingshan's fighting style also tends to be unexpected.

The two sword intentions are indeed the most suitable for the two of them.

After another cup of tea, the sword energy in the two men finally calmed down.

When they opened their eyes and felt the sword intent in their dantian, Qu Feiyan and Shen Qingshan looked at Shen Pingan in shock.

"Sir, is the sword in my body?"

Shen Ping'an nodded slightly in acknowledgement.

After Shen Ping'an confirmed the extra contents in his body, Qu Feiyan and Shen Qingshan's expressions of shock increased instead of decreasing.

The sword intent is transformed by the artistic conception, and is also the extension of the martial artist's own martial arts.

Since ancient times, we have only heard of the transmission of skills, but never heard anyone say that someone can pass on the sword intent they have mastered to others.

In the eyes of the two, Shen Ping'an's move was too shocking.

But after coming to his senses, Qu Feiyan not only did not show any joy on his face, but instead waved his hands in panic.

"Sword Intent is extremely precious. How could you give your own Sword Intent to Feiyan? It is too valuable."

Shen Qingshan also said with a bitter face: "Cousin, you'd better take back your sword intent! If Dad knew that you actually passed your sword intent to me, he would probably beat me to death."

Facing the two's reactions, Shen Pingan calmly shook his head and said, "These two sword intents are dispensable to me, but they are of extraordinary significance to you two."

"Since it's been given to you, just keep it with peace of mind."

"Once you have successfully cultivated the 'Innate Formless Divine Art' and the 'Innate Formless Finger Sword', and combined them with this sword intent, you will also be able to rank among the geniuses."

Qu Feiyan and Shen Qingshan are both family members.

From now on, even if Shen Ping'an goes out, the two of them will most likely follow him.

If something happens, Shen Pingan can't always be the one to take action, right?

What's more, given the current situation of the Shen family, it would be a problem if Shen Ping'an left and there was no one who could protect the Shen family on their own.

It is only natural to cultivate Qu Feiyan and Shen Qingshan.

After being with Shen Pingan for so long, even Qu Feiyan knew that once Shen Pingan made a decision, it would be difficult for others to change it.

Therefore, seeing that Shen Ping'an did not sound like he was discussing with them, Qu Feiyan and Shen Qingshan could only give up the idea of ​​asking Shen Ping'an to retract his sword intent.

After teaching the two some tips on how to cultivate sword skills, Shen Pingan turned and walked towards the courtyard.

The 27th is sunny, suitable for burials, but not for cutting down trees.

noon
Wangjiang Tower.

As a well-known restaurant in Beijing, Wangjianglou today is not as crowded as it used to be.

The entire Wangjiang Tower was guarded by the Embroidered Uniform Guards.

The pedestrians along the way felt the gazes of these Jinyiwei and felt as if they were being stared at by a snake, with a chill down their spines.

I couldn't help but quicken my pace and didn't dare to stay for too long.

Looking at the Jinyiwei who had surrounded Wangjiang Tower from a distance, Shen Qingshan couldn't help but mutter, "There are so many Jinyiwei here just for a meal. If you didn't know, you would think Wangjiang Tower was going to be raided by the East Factory."

Qu Feiyan responded, "Not only did they hold the banquet at Wangjiang Tower, but they also made such a grand spectacle of it."

"Sir, is Cao Zhengchun trying to use today's banquet to build momentum?" Shen Ping'an said softly, "Not really, but he wants to use today's banquet to let other people in the capital know that the relationship between the East Factory and me is not too strained."

After a pause, Shen Pingan continued: "At the same time, I also want to use today's events to mock that Iron-hearted Divine Marquis."

Qu Feiyan thought for a moment and then smiled playfully, "That's right! Zhu Wusi wanted to use Hao Baichuan and the Wang family to create a feud between the Young Master and the East Factory, but ended up indirectly facilitating this banquet."

"This eunuch Cao is truly omnipresent. He tries to suppress Zhu Wusi at every opportunity."

Shen Pingan smiled noncommittally and said, "In Cao Zhengchun's eyes, Zhu Wusi has long been regarded as his greatest enemy in his life."

"Even if I could only gain a small advantage in the struggle, it would be enough to make Lord Cao feel at ease for a long time."

It’s just that Qu Feiyan and Shen Qingshan have too little experience and are unable to understand the saying “fighting with oneself, loneliness is the boat; fighting with others, the joy is endless.”

Faced with the group of Jinyiwei surrounding Wangjiang Tower at this time, passers-by tried to avoid them, let alone approach them.

Naturally, Shen Pingan and the other two who took the initiative to walk towards Wangjiang Tower were particularly eye-catching.

As Shen Pingan and the other two approached, a eunuch stepped forward from the Wangjiang Tower.

"May I ask if this is Mr. Shen?"

Shen Pingan nodded gently, "Exactly!"

"I am here to greet you on the orders of the Governor. The Governor is already waiting on the top floor. Please come up with me, Master Shen."

"Thank you for your trouble!" Shen Ping'an's eyes remained normal, and he did not show any disdain for the eunuch in front of him.

This made the smile on the eunuch's face look more sincere.

As one of the top ten restaurants in Beijing, Wangjianglou naturally has its own unique features.

The triple-layered hip-and-gabled helmet has a gold-lined top, and the eaves resemble the wings of a phoenix, with twenty-eight bronze wind bells hanging from them.

The wind from the moat nearby blew past, and the clear sound blended with the waves.

The vermilion lacquered pillars are all made of century-old camphor wood from the banks of the Yuan River, and the column bases are carved with the waves of Dongting Lake.

Although it is called a restaurant, its decoration is in no way inferior to those top-notch pavilions.

The whole body exudes restrained luxury.

Although he was in the capital, this was Shen Ping'an's first time to visit Wangjiang Tower.

As he went up the building with the eunuch leading the way, Shen Ping'an kept looking around inside the building.

After a while, under the guidance of the eunuch, Shen Pingan and the other two also climbed to the top floor of the pavilion.

Compared to the space below, the space on the top floor is only the size of an ordinary Accord.

But when you climb up and look far away, you can have a panoramic view of the entire capital city.

When Shen Pingan and others stepped into the top floor, Cao Zhengchun had already stood up, with a warm and intimate smile on his face.

"Master Shen!"

"Eunuch Cao!"

"please!"

After a simple greeting, the two sat opposite each other.

However, when he sat down, Shen Ping'an's eyes swept across a row of wooden boxes behind Cao Zhengchun.

Feeling the slight smell of blood lingering in his nose, Shen Ping'an's thoughts turned and he suddenly understood.

As the two men sat down, the eunuch who had led the way stepped forward and took the wine jug to pour wine for them.

Cao Zhengchun held the cup with his finger and gestured towards Shen Pingan, saying, "It's just a little wine, I hope Mr. Shen doesn't mind."

Shen Ping'an also picked up the wine glass, raised it across the air and said with a smile: "The Baiyue wine in Suwen Wangjiang Tower is a famous wine in Beijing. It is rare for ordinary people to taste it. It is not easy to taste this wine. How can you say that you dislike it?"

As he spoke, Shen Ping'an put the wine glass to his lips and took a sip.

Looking at Shen Pingan, who was as gentle as jade and well-spoken, Cao Zhengchun couldn't help but secretly praise him in his heart.

(End of this chapter)