C16 Ambush

Upon hearing his master's words, Qin Fengming's face was filled with pleasant surprise. He immediately stepped forward, kneeled down, and took the sword that his master had given him with both hands. He said, "Disciple will definitely diligently learn sword techniques in the future, and use this sword to eliminate devils and guard the Dao. I will uphold justice, and not tarnish the reputation of my sect "

Seeing that Qin Fengming was so young and could have such thoughts, Hall Master Zhang and his wife nodded in satisfaction.

Qin Fengming gave his master and mistress another kowtow before he bid his master farewell and walked towards his residence.

In the following half a month, Qin Fengming would arrive at the Cliff of a Thousand Zhang every day before dawn and practice sword techniques with his master.

In just a dozen days, he had already learned all the sword techniques of the Floating Willow Thirteen Forms, but it was impossible to say that he was proficient in them.

After getting his master's approval, Qin Fengming no longer went to the Thousand Feet Cliff. Instead, he went to a secluded place at the back of the Pill Cloud Peak to practice his sword techniques. At night, he meditated and practiced the incantation.

During this period of time, Hall Master Zhang would often guide him in the cultivation of the Qing Gong chant.

Under the guidance of a strict teacher, Qin Fengming's body was unusually agile when he jumped. A five meter tall boulder could easily land on it with a light jump. However, compared to little senior sister Ruotong's light body technique, there was still quite a gap. However, it was already somewhat similar.

Although Qin Fengming was still young, his mental state was much older than his peers.

He had seen the dangers of the world and the dangers of people's hearts. He had already come up with a plan in his heart, and that was to cultivate martial arts diligently. That was the only way out for him in the future.

Therefore, after learning the entire set of sword techniques, Qin Fengming practiced even more diligently. Every day at dawn, he would go to the back mountain to practice martial arts. He would only come back after the sky turned dark.

Duan Meng and Yuen Kejian also worked hard. They each found a quiet place to practice the secret manual that Hall Master Zhang gave them.

Although the three of them lived in the same courtyard, their chances of meeting each other were getting lesser and lesser.

However, every time Qin Fengming saw Yuen Kejian, he always felt that Yuen Kejian was looking at him with hostility. However, when he thought about it carefully, he had never offended ___ before. He really couldn't figure out why.

He shook his head secretly. Qin Fengming could only put him in a higher position and ignore him.

In the blink of an eye, a year had passed just like that. Qin Fengming did not practice sword skills diligently every day, but meditated to cultivate that inner force skill.

When he was free, he would also take out that gourd to play with. Until now, that gourd had not changed at all.

Every time, he would use all his strength to twist that lid, but every time, he would be disappointed. That lid seemed to have grown on it, and it did not move at all.

Of course, he would also go to the Thousand Feet Cliff from time to time to pay respects to his master and mistress, and let them see if there were any mistakes in his studies.

Sometimes, he would also compete with his little senior sister.

In the beginning, Qin Fengming was naturally on the receiving end, and he lost his defense and offense. But slowly, he already had the strength to resist. After nearly a year, when he fought with his senior sister, they already had the ability to attack and defend each other.

Towards his rapid progress, her senior sister was also very surprised.

During this one year, Qin Fengming had also seen his two senior brothers.

Eldest Senior Brother Yang Lan was tall and mighty, and his face was dark purple. He was twenty-three years old. The second senior brother, Lu Xuan, was handsome and dashing, and his eyes were like bright stars. He was eighteen or nineteen years old. He looked at him coldly and was somewhat similar to his master.

Qin Fengming discovered that his little senior sister was unusually intimate with his second senior brother. She only greeted his eldest senior brother politely.

The two senior brothers were very happy to see Qin Fengming. The eldest senior brother gave him a tube made of fine iron that was as thick as a thumb. It was about half a foot long, and there was a soybean hole in the front end. There was a mechanism at the back that connected it to the arm, and it could produce three flying sticks.

Second senior brother Yun Xuan gave him a small jade sword. It was about the length of a palm, and although it was a jade object, it was still exceptionally sharp.

Although Qin Fengming's life had been extremely boring in the past year, he had been enjoying it. Sometimes, he would think of his parents and family who were thousands of miles away. However, there was a belief that supported him, and that was... He had to be successful in his studies. Only then would he have the ability to make his family live a better life.

This thought was also the only reason Qin Fengming left home when he was ten years old and came to Sunset Valley.

Qin Fengming trained in martial arts every day, in a small valley far away from the back of the Pill Cloud Peak. That valley was discovered after Qin Fengming searched for a long time.

To go there, one would need to walk a few miles. At the beginning, there was no way to find the secret valley. However, after Qin Fengming had traveled back and forth for a year. A faintly discernible path appeared in the dense bushes.

Qin Fengming practiced martial arts every day. Before the sky had any light, he would move. When he walked six or seven miles on the mountain road and reached the valley, the sky was just dawn.

When he practiced sword arts for two hours and returned, breakfast had just begun.

This process had never changed in this year. Even the wind, rain, and frozen snow had not changed at all.

On this day, Qin Fengming had already woken up before dawn. He tidied his clothes and held the treasured sword that his master had gifted him. He gently pushed open the door and walked out of the courtyard. He ran towards the small valley a few miles away.

Although the sky had yet to brighten, it was still a mountain path. Qin Fengming had walked for no less than hundreds of times before he closed his eyes. He knew that there were mountain rocks blocking the way, and there were gullies blocking the way. Therefore, without any delay, he used the movement technique that his master had taught him. Very quickly, he disappeared into the darkness.

Perhaps it was because the sky was slightly gloomy today, but when Qin Fengming arrived at the valley, the sky still did not have the slightest intention of brightening up.

Regarding this, Qin Fengming naturally did not care at all. He removed a long robe from his body and placed it on a small tree at the side. His body moved, wanting to unleash a sword art and begin today's practice.

However, just as Qin Fengming bent down and put down his clothes, before he could stand up straight, he suddenly heard a slight cracking sound from a few dozen feet away from him.

Following that, a cold and weak light flashed out from the distant shrubbery. It was as fast as lightning, and it shot straight towards Qin Fengming's left ribs.

"Ah, not good!"

With that cracking sound, Qin Fengming already had a feeling. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that cold light in his eyes.

At this moment, Qin Fengming wanted to jump and dodge again, but it was already difficult for him to do so. As he shouted, the long sword in his hand, along with the scabbard, instinctively slashed in the direction of the cold light.