Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 562: Learning Taixu Valley's Martial Arts and Swordsmanship

In the sunlight, their figures cast long shadows on the ground, sometimes overlapping, sometimes separating. Chen Xiner's sword moves seemed sharp, but they never hurt Lin Feng at all. Lin Feng dodged, occasionally turning back and making faces, which made Chen Xiner even more angry, and her attacks became more fierce.

Chen Yu stood aside, watching this familiar scene. He couldn't help but shake his head, a helpless smile on his face. He was well aware of the deep affection between Chen Xin'er and Lin Feng, and seeing them like this, his worries were completely put to rest. His eyes followed the two of them, filled with relief.

"Xin'er, I really know I was wrong." Lin Feng said breathlessly. His forehead was covered with sweat, which slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground, but his face was filled with a happy smile.

"Hmph, let's see if you dare to talk nonsense again." Chen Xin'er stopped and put away her sword. Although there was still anger on her face, she couldn't hide the smile in her eyes. She was panting slightly, her chest rising and falling gently, and her eyes were full of tenderness as she looked at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng walked over cautiously, looked at Chen Xiner, and said softly, "Xiner, I'm really Lin Feng. I'm sorry to have made you worry these past few months." His voice was gentle and apologetic, and he reached out and gently smoothed the hair by Chen Xiner's ears.

Chen Xiner raised her head and looked at Lin Feng, tears flashing in her eyes: "You still make me worry, don't disappear like this again." There was a hint of sob in her voice, and she reached out and gently hit Lin Feng's chest. That hit carried all her grievances and longings.

Lin Feng took Chen Xiner into his arms and hugged her tightly, as if he was afraid that she would disappear again: "No, never again." His voice was firm and gentle, whispering in Chen Xiner's ear, as if he was making a lifelong promise.

When the disciples around saw this scene, they all laughed and applauded in a friendly manner.

Time flowed slowly in Taixu Valley. Since Lin Feng's return from his long retreat and soul-searching, everything seemed to be returning to peace, yet quietly changing. The Star Blade's spirit, Hongxing, had dissipated, becoming an eternal memory and a source of strength in Lin Feng's heart. Lin Feng, choosing to temporarily reside in Taixu Valley, devoted himself entirely to the study and exploration of martial arts.

Xuwu Pavilion in Taixu Valley, a simple and solemn building, holds countless martial arts secrets. The air within is filled with the scent of worn papers and the sediment of time. Rows of bookshelves are filled with a dazzling array of martial arts manuals, each one recording the wisdom and brilliance of the past. Lin Feng, assigned here, feels immersed in a vast ocean of martial arts, immersing himself daily in it, eagerly absorbing the nourishment of knowledge.

Although there were no snowflakes falling in Taixu Valley during the winter, a chill permeated the air. A cold wind often howled, shaking the trees in the mountains and forests. Occasionally, a fine, drizzling rain would fall, adding a touch of coolness and loneliness to the valley. This kind of weather was exactly what Lin Feng wanted, allowing him to immerse himself more fully in the world of martial arts.

That day, a cold wind still raged through the valley, and a drizzle of rain fell like cow hair, wetting the stone pavement and creating a thin sheen. Inside the Xuwu Pavilion, Lin Feng sat at a desk by the window, piled high with sword manuals and martial arts secrets. He wore a black suit, his posture erect, his gaze fixed intently on the manual in his hand, as if nothing else mattered to him. He frowned slightly, nodded softly, and silently recited the techniques from the manual, his right hand gesturing in the air, attempting to translate the words into action.

After an unknown amount of time, the door to the Xuwu Pavilion was gently pushed open, and a gentle breeze blew in, carrying a hint of chill. Lin Feng, however, remained oblivious, still immersed in the world of sword manuals. Chen Xiner walked in with light steps, holding a food box, which contained a meal carefully prepared for Lin Feng. She was wearing a light blue cotton coat, with soft white fur trimmed at the collar and cuffs, which only made her face look more charming and delicate. Her hair was slightly dampened by the drizzle, and a few strands of hair stuck to her fair cheeks, adding a touch of delicate charm.

Chen Xiner tiptoed over to Lin Feng and placed the lunch box on the table. Her eyes were filled with tenderness and doting as she watched him concentrate. "Lin Feng, it's getting cold. Eat something. It won't taste good if it's cold." Her voice was soft and warm, like the warm spring sun, and it was particularly moving on this cold winter day.

Lin Feng finally came back to his senses from the sword manual, turned his head to look at Chen Xiner, and a sly smile appeared on his face: "If you feed me, I won't be cold." His eyes were sparkling, with a hint of mischief and coquettishness, as if they had returned to the carefree days of their youth.

Chen Xiner's cheeks flushed slightly when she heard this, and she glared at Lin Feng in pretended anger: "If you do this again, I will ignore you." There was a hint of anger in her tone, but she couldn't hide the smile in her eyes.

Lin Feng looked at Chen Xiner's cute appearance and couldn't help laughing: "Okay, I'll eat later." After saying that, he turned his gaze to the sword manual again, but his hands did not stop moving, and continued to demonstrate the sword moves.

Chen Xiner watched Lin Feng's focused expression, feeling both helpless and distressed. She said she didn't want to feed Lin Feng, but her body was honest. She sighed softly, picked up the wooden spoon from the food box, scooped up a spoonful of food, and held it to Lin Feng's mouth. "I knew you would be like this. Open your mouth." Her voice was so gentle that it could drip water, and her eyes were full of concern.

Seeing this, Lin Feng immediately opened his mouth and ate the food. While eating, he said vaguely: "Well, it's delicious. The food cooked by Xin'er is delicious." However, his eyes never left the sword manual, and his hands were still gesturing, as if he was having a silent conversation with the martial arts in the sword manual.

Chen Xiner looked at Lin Feng's appearance and couldn't help but feel angry and amused: "You, you only know how to look at your sword manual, and you are not afraid of choking." There was a hint of helplessness in her voice, but it was full of love.

Lin Feng ate the meal Chen Xin'er fed him while continuing to study the sword manual. The rain outside the window continued to patter, hitting the window frame with a crisp sound. Occasionally, a few drops of rain splashed into the house and landed on the pages of Lin Feng's book, but he simply wiped them away, not distracted at all.

"Lin Feng, I think your understanding of this move might be incorrect." Chen Xiner couldn't help but say as she watched Lin Feng's movements. Although she didn't understand advanced sword techniques, her training in Taixu Valley over the past few days had given her a certain understanding of martial arts.

Hearing this, Lin Feng stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Chen Xiner, his eyes full of curiosity: "Oh? Tell me about it." There was a hint of expectation in his tone. He always attached great importance to Chen Xiner's opinion.