Assassin Seven, starting in Shennong Kingdom!

The skin around the right eye was covered with a cloth, so it wasn't visible, but it was probably a burn.

Master Yang whispered the reason why Qingfeng wanted to go to Plum Blossom Manor. Actually, he didn't know very well either. Qingfeng was very vigilant. After what had just happened, it was already very difficult for her to remain rational.

After speaking, Master Yang looked at Qin Ming again, "Sect Master?"

"Okay, I'll give you a two-week vacation, that should be enough."

"Thank you, Pavilion Master!"

Master Yang expressed his gratitude.

He had always been a loner. The reason he joined the Pill Pavilion was because of its generous offers. However, he gradually discovered that it was different from other sects and forces in the Xuanwu Kingdom.

There weren't many strict rules, nor was there any brutal fighting.

Qin Ming, the sect leader, would even occasionally personally guide others in martial arts and answer their questions.

Over time, almost no one here wanted to leave on their own initiative.

Qin Ming would casually give pointers on martial arts techniques at the training ground every week or two.

It might just be a single sentence, but given his martial arts prowess, it's the finishing touch, hitting the nail on the head, often bringing significant improvement to martial artists who are generally only second-rate in strength.

In four years, although Dan Pavilion did not have many martial artists, there were quite a few experts who were close to the first-class level!

With his already considerable skill, Qin Ming's guidance and some hard work would naturally lead to improvement.

"Thank you, Pavilion Master!"

A simply dressed young man of medium build, with calloused fists, clasped his hands respectfully and said.

Qin Ming nodded and pointed to his hands, "Your external martial arts foundation is very solid, but all your skills are in these fists. I suggest you find a suitable advanced fist technique to practice. Don't pursue too many martial arts; being a jack-of-all-trades is not the best master. It's better to focus on one technique first."

"But it seems you are proficient in dozens of martial arts, Master?"

The other person looked confused.

Qilin, "Tsk..."

There must be at least a hundred different martial arts techniques, right?

He wasn't sure exactly how many moves Qin Ming knew, because every time he fought Qin Ming, Qin Ming's moves were never the same...

So much so that his years of experience and habits as a shadow assassin became useless against Qin Ming.

He excelled at speed, so Qin Ming used sonic attacks to limit his range.

Once he figured out a way to deal with the sound waves, Qin Ming switched to the Ten Directions Step. He was fast, but he couldn't understand this footwork that was in harmony with the Eight Trigrams and the Five Elements.

They can only be completely crushed...

It was purely a punching bag for Qin Ming to practice martial arts.

In the end, he simply stopped considering using any martial arts techniques to fight Qin Ming, since he couldn't win at all.

If you just use your ultimate move to fight with internal energy, at least you can lose more decisively.

Qingfeng's eyes flickered in the crowd.

It was already late, and Master Yang hadn't yet seen him off; he would have to wait another day.

Upon hearing this, Qin Ming looked at the young man and said, "I can master all martial arts. If you can do that, you can be like me."

Everyone, "..."

They then glared angrily at the young man.

You're asking about the market?

I had hoped to receive guidance and improve my skills.

That's great, his Dao heart is shattered, and his enthusiasm for practicing has been completely destroyed!

Those who had come to ask questions lost interest and decided to go have a drink and reflect on life before continuing. They all dispersed, and Qin Ming felt much more relaxed.

He turned to leave, but a figure blocked his way.

"I... want to become your disciple!"

"Ok?"

Qilin, "Oh?"

I glanced at him and said, "What the hell are you talking about!"

Qin Ming looked at the earnest-looking young man Qing Feng in front of him, frowned slightly, and explained, "You may have misunderstood. I am a doctor, and so far I only have two disciples. I have only taught them medical skills, not you. You should think carefully before you become my disciple."

"Can……"

Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, but she quickly realized the deeper meaning in Qin Ming's words.

He knelt respectfully on the ground and kowtowed, saying, "Disciple Qingfeng is willing to become a disciple of Master! Please teach me, Master."

Qin Ming smiled and said, "Get up."

Compared to talent, he valued Qingfeng's intelligence and responsiveness more.

Although his words seemed to be a rejection, they were actually a vague concept.

Qingfeng carries a blood feud, and his words are undoubtedly telling Qingfeng directly that even if she becomes his disciple, she may not be able to avenge her. Qingfeng is only ten years old, and her mind must be in turmoil.

When one's mind is in turmoil, one naturally cannot think too much, and only then can one's true thoughts be revealed in one's subsequent answers.

The last sentence was actually a test to see if he was sincere.

Whether you only want to learn martial arts from me to take revenge, or you sincerely want to become my disciple, we'll find out soon enough.

If it were the former, Qingfeng would at least hesitate, and Qin Ming would leave, since he hadn't agreed to take on a disciple anyway.

……

On one side of the clinic, there is a pavilion where Qin Ming keeps the martial arts techniques he has recorded over the years.

Each martial arts manual even included his own handwritten cultivation insights.

It could be said that the value of these secret manuals even exceeds that of the original!

Sizzle! Sizzle...

At the top of the attic was a glass mirror, and there were windows of various sizes through which sunlight refracted and illuminated the entire attic, yet there was not a trace of fire.

The huge, hollowed-out library exudes an aura of solemnity and grandeur.

"grown ups……"

Long Ming happened to be selecting martial arts techniques on the third floor when he noticed Qin Ming bringing people over. Somewhat surprised, he came downstairs.

"I'll show him around, you just do your own thing."

"Yes."

Long Ming noticed Qing Feng, but said nothing. He turned around and put a manual back on the bookshelf.

Qin Ming led Qingfeng to an area filled with sword manuals, ranging from the most basic ordinary sword techniques to superior martial arts, and even... the ultimate ones!

"Why do you want to become my disciple?"

"Your martial arts skills are very strong!"

Qingfeng's calm answer revealed a composure beyond her years.

"How did you get it?"

Even with his status, how much knowledge could a ten-year-old boy possibly have?

He didn't think Qingfeng could see through his true nature at a glance.

Let alone Qingfeng, there are very few people in the Xuanwu Kingdom who dare to say they understand his strength.

"intuition."

intuition……

He chuckled lightly; although it sounded a bit far-fetched, he believed it.

Intuition is like that; it's hard to explain, but it definitely exists.

He casually picked up a manual and continued, "I'm not lying to you. I've only taught two disciples medicine. I won't teach them martial arts. I'll teach you whatever you want to learn."

After thinking for a moment, he added, "As for the rules and such... just don't mention me if you cause trouble, and I won't interfere with what you do in the future."

Qingfeng was initially confused, then even more confused, and finally just stared blankly at the question mark.

"I...I want to learn swordsmanship."

"What sword technique?"

Qingfeng, "..."

Qin Ming thought for a moment, then pointed to the dozens of sword manuals on the bookshelf in front of him, "Which one of these do you want to learn? I can learn them all. You can tell me when you've decided."

Qingfeng suddenly looked up, her eyes wide.

All...can do that?

As if afraid he wouldn't believe him, Qin Ming decided to demonstrate.

With a wave of his hand, two streams of true energy condensed directly into a sword aura and a human figure, practicing in the void. A move using two swords (knives) appeared slow but was actually fast, with both emptiness and fullness, combining strength and gentleness!

The other gate had a serene and secluded atmosphere, like a solitary peak standing alone. The boundless sword intent made Qingfeng feel as if a sword was pressed against her brow. Startled, she took a step back and looked up to find that Qin Ming was just standing there!

The domineering and unparalleled "Sword Intent of No Heaven"!

The sword techniques of "Qingfeng Mingyue Sword" are exquisite!

hum!

The phantom gradually enlarged, as if two peerless masters were exchanging blows right in front of him. Their moves became faster and more exquisite, to the point that Qingfeng even felt that the two phantoms were actually two real peerless masters!

He's even better than his martial arts teacher!

Qin Ming then demonstrated several more techniques, each with a distinct style.

Which subject would you like to learn?

Qingfeng snapped out of her daze, a thunderbolt flashing through her mind, still immersed in shock.

Is this the ultimate state of understanding everything once you grasp one thing?

"I want to learn... the Azure Cloud Flowing Water Sword Technique."

Qin Ming, "..."

He put the manual back on the bookshelf, sighed, and shook his head. "This is a secret martial art of your Qingyun Kingdom. I don't have it here. You went to Plum Blossom Manor for this, right?"

"Yes, my teacher was an old friend of the owner of Plum Blossom Manor. Before his death, my teacher entrusted all his knowledge to him."

"You should go and ask him to teach you..."

"I'll learn from you."

Qingfeng said earnestly.