freenovelworld Chapter 563 4 Seasons Like Spring
Chapter 563 4 Seasons Like Spring
Chapter 563 Four Seasons Like Spring
Chen Xiner walked to Lin Feng, pointed to a picture in the sword manual, and said seriously: "Look, the description here seems to emphasize the moment and angle of force. The force point of your previous action seems to be wrong." Her eyes were focused and serious, and she gestured with her hands from time to time while speaking.
Lin Feng looked at Chen Xiner's serious expression, and his heart moved. He looked at the sword manual carefully, and recalled his previous actions. Suddenly he realized: "That's right, Xiner, you are still meticulous. Why didn't I think of it." A surprised smile appeared on his face, and his admiration for Chen Xiner increased a little more.
The two of them ate while discussing the sword manual. Before they knew it, the food in the lunch box was almost gone, and Lin Feng had a deeper understanding of the martial arts in the sword manual.
Taixu Valley is a mysterious place where the glory of martial arts and the spirit of nature are intertwined. The changing of the four seasons is like a melodious poem, and each season plays a unique melody.
In spring, when the first warm breeze gently sweeps across the valley, awakening all that slumbers, the area is embraced by the gentle warmth of spring rain. Fine threads of rain fall like silver threads, weaving a hazy curtain of rain that adorns the entire Taixu Valley with a dreamlike ambiance. The stream in the valley flows joyfully, its ripples radiating the vitality of spring. Nourished by the rain, the flowers and plants along the stream uninhibitedly stretch their tender green branches and foliage, blooming into a dazzling array of flowers, emitting bursts of enchanting fragrance, attracting bees and butterflies to dance among them.
In this poetic season, the Xuwu Pavilion stands quietly in the valley, like a calm and wise man. Inside, Lin Feng immerses himself in the vast ocean of martial arts, eagerly absorbing the nourishment of knowledge. He sits at his desk by the window, sunlight filtering through the dappled lattice, casting a focused light on his face. The table is piled high with sword manuals and martial arts manuals. His gaze wanders across the pages, sometimes frowning in deep thought, sometimes nodding gently in a moment of enlightenment. His brush strokes the paper, recording his profound insights into martial arts.
As time slowly passed, the spring rain gradually grew heavier. Like a curtain of pearls, the downpour pelted down, pounding the roof of the Xuwu Pavilion with a crisp, powerful clatter, as if playing a stirring melody to complement Lin Feng's research. Lin Feng, however, remained unperturbed by the outside world. His world was solely occupied by the martial arts manual before him. He absorbed every word and every illustration, deeply imprinting the exquisite techniques and profound concepts of the art into his mind.
Unconsciously, spring slipped away, and summer approached. On a bright, sunny day, Lin Feng finally closed his last sword manual. He breathed a sigh of relief, a gratified smile on his face. At that moment, he felt as if he had completed a grueling training session, his body and mind deeply satisfied. Those once obscure martial arts techniques and sword manuals were now memorized, becoming a precious treasure on his journey of martial arts.
At that moment, the door to the Xuwu Pavilion was gently pushed open, and Su Yu's tall figure appeared in the doorway. He was dressed in a gray suit, a long sword at his waist. The gemstone on the scabbard gleamed coldly in the sunlight, highlighting his heroic appearance. With a gentle smile on his face, he walked into the pavilion and asked softly, "General Lin, is there anything else you need?"
Lin Feng heard the voice and turned around. Seeing Su Yu, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He immediately stood up, clasped his fists and saluted, saying enthusiastically, "Brother Su, I've finished reading it and I need you to have a drink with me." His voice was filled with excitement and anticipation. He was a little tired from his hard work these days and wanted to relax with his friend over a drink.
Hearing this, Su Yu's smile became even brighter: "Okay, come here, please come this way!" He stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, his tone generous.
Lin Feng responded with a smile: "Okay, please!" After that, he followed Su Yu out of Xuwu Pavilion.
The two men walked along a winding mountain path. The flowers and plants on either side swayed gently in the summer breeze, as if nodding in greeting. The sunlight filtered through the dense branches and leaves, casting dappled shadows and casting a golden veil over their figures. Along the way, Lin Feng and Su Yu chatted and laughed, discussing their martial arts experiences and what they had seen and heard in Taixu Valley.
As they walked, they came to a vast lawn. There, Chen Xin'er and Youlan were practicing swordsmanship. Chen Xin'er, clad in a pink silk dress, fluttered gracefully with her movements, like a blooming peach blossom. The sword in her hand gleamed with a cold gleam, and each swing carried a fierce aura. Youlan, clad in a white, elegant outfit, moved gracefully, like a noble lily. Her swordsmanship was steady and agile, her defense impenetrable.
Lin Feng and Su Yu stopped and stood aside, watching quietly. Chen Xiner's swordsmanship had clearly improved greatly. Her attacks were swift and powerful, each stroke imbued with immense strength. However, due to the gap in realm between her and Youlan, no matter how hard she attacked, she could not break through Youlan's defense. Conversely, Youlan, while defending, was able to easily handle Chen Xiner's attacks. She even had many opportunities to attack, but she chose to forgo them, focusing solely on defense, as if intentionally honing Chen Xiner's skills.
Lin Feng looked at Chen Xiner's swordsmanship with admiration in his eyes: "I didn't expect that Xiner's swordsmanship has improved a lot." There was a hint of surprise and relief in his voice, and he was happy for Chen Xiner's progress.
Su Yu also nodded in agreement: "Yes, Miss Chen learned a set of swordsmanship from us. Now it seems that she is basically invincible in the same realm." An expression of admiration appeared on his face, and he was full of praise for Chen Xiner's talent and hard work.
Lin Feng sighed slightly and said with emotion: "Yes, I know Xiner's talent. If it weren't for the age limit, she would have reached the Grandmaster level long ago." There was a hint of regret in his eyes, but more of it was the expectation for Chen Xiner's future.
The two chatted quietly aside as Chen Xin'er and Youlan's duel continued. Chen Xin'er's forehead was covered in beads of sweat, and her breathing became rapid, but her eyes were unwavering, as if she was proving something to Youlan, and to herself. She gritted her teeth, swung her sword even more fiercely, and attacked Youlan again and again.
Youlan maintained a composed demeanor. Her swordsmanship flowed naturally, each defensive strike perfectly timed. She looked at Chen Xin'er with a touch of admiration, as if she were seeing a reflection of her past self. She knew Chen Xin'er was a warrior of immense talent and potential. With unwavering effort, her future was limitless.
As time passed, Youlan noticed Chen Xin'er's strength gradually failing. She secretly decided it was time to end this sparring match. Seizing the perfect moment, she flicked her wrist lightly, and her sword's momentum suddenly shifted. Like a flash of white lightning, it swiftly stabbed at Chen Xin'er's sword. With a crisp "dang," the sword in Chen Xin'er's hand was precisely lifted off the ground, thrown high into the air, and then landed with a clang on the grass nearby.
Chen Xiner's body swayed, and she stumbled a few times, gasping for breath, her chest heaving violently. She looked at the empty hilt of the sword in her hand, a trace of disappointment on her face, but it was quickly replaced by relief.
Seeing this, Youlan quickly put away her sword, walked quickly to Chen Xiner, gently held her arm, and said with a gentle smile on her face: "Sister Xiner, your strength is getting stronger and stronger. If I were at the same level as you, I might have been defeated by you long ago." Her voice was soft and pleasant, like a clear spring in the mountains, flowing in Chen Xiner's heart.