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The following day, at Mr. Hong's home.

Mr. Hong got up early in the morning, sat in his wheelchair by himself, washed up, and then went for a walk in the yard.

Before I had a wheelchair, I needed to be served by my maid, Yue'e, for all these things.

With the wheelchair, Mr. Hong was able to take care of himself.

Mr. Hong really likes this wheelchair.

With a wheelchair, he doesn't have to stay indoors all day and can go out for some fresh air whenever he wants.

Mr. Hong's mental state improved considerably as a result, and his injuries healed much faster.

Mr. Hong walked around in the yard for a while, and when the sun rose, he began to close his eyes and regulate his breathing.

He regulated his breathing for half an hour.

Two streams of purple vapor shot out from Mr. Hong's nostrils.

Then Mr. Hong inhaled the two streams of purple energy into his abdomen through his mouth, completing a full cycle of Qi circulation.

Mr. Hong's legs were not agile enough to practice the Nourishing Heart Sword Technique, so he could only practice the Purple Moon Heart Sutra, which his master taught him.

The Purple Moon Heart Sutra is a superior internal energy cultivation method that requires long-term practice to see results, but it does not take up too much time each day.

Because practicing this internal energy cultivation method requires doing so when the purple aura rises in the east in the morning and when the moon has just risen in the evening.

One hour of practice per day is sufficient.

As the saying goes, "accumulated soil forms a mountain, and accumulated water forms a deep pool," Mr. Hong has cultivated this skill for over fifty years and accumulated profound inner energy.

This true energy aligns with the fundamental principle of Yin and Yang giving rise to all things in the universe. It neither conflicts with the sword energy within the body, nor does it enhance the sword energy.

After being injured, Mr. Hong could no longer practice swordsmanship. He devoted himself to studying the "Purple Moon Heart Sutra" every day and occasionally had inspiration, which led him to create a Yin-Yang Sword Technique.

Mr. Hong sighed after finishing his practice of the Purple Moon Heart Sutra.

This injury actually helped him improve his martial arts skills.

However, his legs were also completely useless, which greatly reduced his combat power.

The Poison Demon Shangguan Qingcang's Frost Demon Art is too domineering.

His legs were injured by his icy demonic art, and the icy poison lingered and refused to dissipate.

He could only barely suppress the cold poison in his legs to prevent it from spreading further.

Even his master couldn't cure this kind of cold poison; only a master who had cultivated the Ice Demon Art to perfection could help him expel the poison.

Looking across the world, only the Poison Demon Shangguan Qingcang and his eldest disciple Feng Zhenyu have mastered the Frost Demon Art.

These two people would absolutely not give themselves an antidote.

It seems that everything is predetermined by fate.

The longer Mr. Hung lived, the more he believed in fate.

After the maid Yue'e finished making breakfast, she went to the courtyard and pushed Mr. Hong to eat.

"Since you got this wheelchair, you seem to be in a much better mood. Brother Lin Feng is quite skillful."

Mr. Hong smiled and nodded, "When we return to the mountain gate, we will find the craftsmen there to forge an identical wheelchair using black iron."

Upon hearing this, the maid Yue'e seemed to realize something. "Sir, your leg?"

Mr. Hong shook his head with a bitter smile, "It's beyond repair, there's no hope."

The maid, Yue'e, whispered a comforting word, "It's alright, sir. Getting a black iron wheelchair won't affect your movement."

Using a wheelchair is definitely a last resort; no tool can compare to one's own legs.

Neither of them wanted to discuss the matter further.

The maid, Yue'e, changed the subject, "Is today the last day of the agreement between Master and Brother Lin Feng?"

Brother Lin Feng hasn't come these past two days; he's probably at home practicing his swordsmanship.

I wonder if he can even grasp the basics of swordsmanship.

A month is too short, sir. Please give Brother Lin Feng a little more time.

A true man's word is as good as gold; he cannot be changed at will.

Besides, my initial goal was simply to teach him one or two martial arts skills that would be enough for him to protect himself.

I felt compassion for him because I saw that he was kind-hearted.

Teaching two martial arts styles is already an exception.

Let's skip the apprenticeship part.

We are struggling to survive ourselves right now, so we should try our best to avoid getting involved in karma.

The maid Yue'e asked with a smile, "If Brother Lin Feng has already mastered the basic swordsmanship, would you accept him as a student, sir?"

"Of course I accepted it."

If he can truly master the basics of swordsmanship within a month, then it proves that our opportunity has arrived.

It was destined by Heaven that I should take him as my apprentice.

Moreover, if he truly possesses such talent, he is qualified to be my disciple.

"When Brother Lin Feng becomes Master's disciple, should I call him senior brother or junior brother?"

Mr. Hong smiled and said, "Then he must be your junior brother."

I can only accept three inner disciples. Even if someone has good aptitude, their accumulated experience is not enough.

If his progress slows down in the future, he'll be stuck as an outer disciple forever, and he'll definitely be ranked behind you.

Breakfast consisted of steamed white flour buns and stewed wild beef with potatoes.

Mr. Hong needs to recover, and if there is meat at home, his maid Yue'e will prepare meat dishes for him for every meal.

After breakfast, the maid Yue'e said, "The meat will be gone soon, Brother Lin Feng should bring us some more meat soon."

Brother Lin Feng is so good to us. Since we met Brother Lin Feng, we've never stopped eating meat.

He spoiled my stomach.

How can we live without meat?

A few days ago, Brother Lin Feng even helped us deal with some thugs.

"You little rascal, you've been saying nice things about your brother Lin Feng all day."

You want me to make an exception and take him as my apprentice, right?

"Accepting disciples depends entirely on fate. If he doesn't meet the requirements, I'll at most pass on the Mind-Nourishing Sword Technique to him."

As the two were talking, there was a knock on the courtyard gate.

Knock knock knock knock, four rhythmic knocks on the door.

The maid Yue'e's eyes lit up when she heard the voice.

Normal people knock on the door three times, but Lin Feng prefers to knock four times.

"It must be Brother Lin Feng who has arrived."

The maid, Yue'e, hurriedly got up to open the courtyard gate.

The person who arrived was indeed Lin Feng.

When the maid Yue'e saw Lin Feng carrying the prepared fresh meat, she asked, "Brother Lin Feng, you've brought us meat again."

Lin Feng shook his head.

The maid Yue'e tilted her head and scratched it. "Brother Lin Feng is carrying meat over. Why isn't he here to deliver meat?"

Lin Feng smiled and said, "This is my gift for becoming your disciple."

The maid Yue'e stared wide-eyed. "Brother Lin Feng, have you mastered the basics of swordsmanship?"

Lin Feng nodded, "I was lucky to get started."

"Brother Lin Feng, you're amazing!"

Lin Feng first sent the wolf meat he had prepared for his apprenticeship to the kitchen, and then went to the main room with his maid, Yue'e.

After meeting Mr. Hong, Lin Feng apologized and said, "Sir, I have mastered the basics of swordsmanship. I have fulfilled my promise. Shouldn't you accept me as your disciple?"

The maid, Yue'e, had already brought over the teacup.

Next, Lin Feng was to kowtow and offer tea to complete the apprenticeship ceremony.

Mr. Hong waved his hand, "Go to the courtyard and practice the basic swordsmanship so I can see it."

The three of them went into the courtyard.

Yue'e handed Lin Feng a wooden sword.

Lin Feng began to demonstrate basic sword techniques.

Mr. Hong stroked his beard as he watched Lin Feng practice his swordplay.

Mr. Hong nodded repeatedly as he watched. Every move Lin Feng made was standard, his foundation was solid, and it suited Mr. Hong's taste perfectly.

Some people have mastered the basics of swordsmanship, but their movements are not up to standard, which Mr. Hong dislikes.

Practicing martial arts is like building a house; the further you progress, the more important the foundation becomes.

After demonstrating the basic sword techniques, Lin Feng asked, "Now, sir, can you accept me as your disciple?"

Mr. Hong said, "Before you become my disciple, I will teach you a sword technique that I created myself. If you can learn it after watching it once, I will accept you as my disciple."