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Before he could go and report, the door was pushed open from the inside.

A white-haired old man rushed out of the house at an extremely fast speed and rushed to the wooden board.

"Exquisite dice and red beans... Do you know how deeply I miss you?"

The old man stood there blankly, seemingly immersed in the poem and unable to extricate himself.

Xu Feng did not disturb the other party. If he guessed correctly, this was the Master Yan that Miss Rong mentioned. After a long time, Master Yan came back to his senses.

"Take him in."

"Yes, master."

After the conversation, Xu Feng learned that this person was indeed Master Yan, and the strong man in front of him was Master Yan's only disciple, named Dashan.

"Brother Xu, you don't know that the poem at the door was left to my master by a young girl. No one has been able to fill in the last couplet in all these years."

"Could it be your master's wife?"

No wonder Master Yan had difficulty controlling his emotions. It turns out there is such an anecdote behind this.

"Who knows about the older generation's affairs? I only know that my master often talks about them."

"It seems that Senior Yan also had a romantic past."

The two waited in the house for a long time before Master Yan came back.

"If only you could come earlier, Old Fu wouldn't have to wait so long. Tell me what kind of weapon you want me to make for you."

Master Yan did not mention his past, but the melancholy in his eyes could not be hidden.

"Senior, I want you to help me repair this sword. Is that possible?"

Xu Feng gave the broken sword to Master Yan, who immediately recognized the origin of the sword.

"Did Tianxianglou give it to you?"

"That's right. Miss Rong said that the only person in the world who can repair this sword is you, Senior. After I got the sword, I came to find you without stopping."

No one doesn't like compliments, even masters who have been famous in the world for a long time are no exception.

"That's true. Apart from me, no one can repair this broken sword. However, I don't have the materials right now. I need to go get some from my old friend. Please wait here."

"Please do as you please, senior."

Master Yan's reply made Xu Feng feel relieved. Finally, he was not disappointed.

If there is no way to repair it here, he doesn't know where to go. Perhaps this sword will really gather dust in his hands.

"Dashan, you come with me. As for you, stay here and help me look after the shop. Don't let outsiders in."

"it is good."

"There are other magical weapons here, all of which I polished myself. You can look around. If you see anything you like, I can give it to you."

Before coming here, Miss Rong repeatedly emphasized that Master Yan had a bad temper. Now it seems that no one can match his temper.

"Thank you, senior."

The sword-making workshop is located in a remote area with few people around. It is unknown when Master Yan will be back. Xu Feng can take this opportunity to consolidate what he has gained during this period.

When I was at the Feng family before, I was worried about being exposed and couldn't move freely.

He picked out a mature long sword and danced in the yard.

If there were any disciples of Jianfeng Mountain here, they would find that Xu Feng was performing the authentic sword moves of Jianfeng Mountain.

The gains brought to him by Zuo Jincheng's younger brother were greater than those brought to him by the purple-robed captain of the Six Gates. This inheritance alone was enough for him to digest for a long time.

After a few sword moves, Xu Feng suddenly found a small sword floating beside him. He didn't know where the sword came from, nor did he know when the other party appeared beside him.

When he reached out to take the sword, he found that the sword was illusory.

"Hmm? Strange, why do I feel that this sword contains a very terrifying power."

Xu Feng is about to break the mirror, and he can feel the pressure. You can imagine how magical this sword is.

After trying to touch her several times without success, Xu Feng simply sat cross-legged and began to confront the other party. He didn't know when he felt drowsy.

Just when he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly opened his eyes, finally succeeded in grasping the sword, and then began to dance with it. His sword moves were completely different from the ones he had danced before.

This magical little sword actually contains a terrifying sword technique.

Time passed in a flash, and Master Yan came back three days later. As soon as he opened the gate, he found Xu Feng who was in the state of enlightenment.

"Master, this..."

"Don't disturb him. Wait until he wakes up. This boy's talent in swordsmanship is no less than mine back then. If you had met him earlier, perhaps you would have gained another junior apprentice brother."

Master Yan had a look of regret on his face. The master and his disciple did not disturb Xu Feng, but instead prepared the materials and started refining the sword.

It was not until noon that Xu Feng came out of his state of enlightenment. At this moment, he seemed to have mastered the sword skills contained in the small sword.

"senior……"

Upon learning that Master Yan had returned, Xu Feng was ready to tell him about this matter, but Master Yan just waved his hand and didn't care.

"Treasures belong to those who have them. Since you have realized it yourself, it is yours."

"No need to say more, I'm going to start forging the sword, you come and cooperate with me."

Xu Feng did not act pretentiously, but just kept the favor in his heart. For such a precious sword technique, this favor was a big debt.

While waiting, Dashan came forward and gave a reminder.

"When Master connects later, remember to watch carefully. Opportunities like this don't come around often. In the past, countless world-renowned swordsmen came to watch Master practice, but he refused them all."

"Thank you, senior brother."

Master Yan first threw all the materials he brought back into the furnace, and then took out a sledgehammer and prepared for battle.

When the material was almost melted, Master Yan connected the broken parts of the sword together, then swung the hammer and started hammering. At first, Xu Feng didn't notice anything.

As time went by, he finally discovered that Master Yan was not hammering randomly, but each blow of the hammer had a deep meaning.

This made him think of himself when he was practicing sword. A true swordsman could only become a peerless swordsman after going through constant hammering.

Otherwise, the sword skills he practiced would be just for show.

As soon as he thought of this, Xu Feng involuntarily grasped the hilt of the sword next to him, drew out the long sword and started dancing with it. He was dancing with the sword technique that he had suddenly realized before.

If it was said that Xu Feng's swordsmanship before only had the form but not the meaning, then now his swordsmanship has both form and meaning.

This was Master Yan's advice to him.

At the same time, Xu Feng's realm began to loosen, and with the last sword move, he finally succeeded in breaking through the martial arts.

Master Yan also helped him repair the broken sword. At first glance, there was no visible crack at all. He is indeed a world-renowned swordsmith.

"Good boy, what a terrifying comprehension. What a pity! Such a good seedling. If you could start practicing martial arts from a young age, you might become a giant in the martial arts world in the future."

Master Yan's face once again showed a trace of regret.