“I see that you have a certain level of achievement in sword practice. I have a sword technique, and I wonder if you’d be interested in learning it,” the old man asked with a smile.
“Please give me your guidance, sir!” Philip bowed and said.
“Let’s go to another place,” the old man closed his eyes and said.
The scenery around the two of them changed like a revolving light and finally stopped beside a small stone gazebo with a few sturdy bamboos growing on the sides.
The old man took Philip into the gazebo and said, “I see that your swordplay is quite open and unrestrained, but there’s a trace of imperceptible finesse in it. Although unrestrained, all your moves are true to your heart.”
“My swordplay is called ‘Forthright Swordplay’, created when I traveled the world during my younger days and experienced all walks of life. This sword technique can only be mastered by a broad-minded person. A narrow-minded person who learns this technique will definitely go mad.”
After that, the old man put his hand on the top of Philip’s head and imparted the sword technique to him mentally.
Suddenly, the image of a sword-wielding person appeared in Philip’s mind. As the name suggested, the swordplay was open and forthright without a trace of indecisiveness.
“This sword technique is divided into five parts, the Moon Harvest Sword, Mountain-Splitting Sword, Sun-Piercing Sword, Sultry Sword, and Emotional Sword. If you practice the technique to perfection, you can even split mountains apart.”
After that, the old man told Philip the stories of his experiences when he was young like a lonely old man.
Philip had some guesses about his identity, but after so many years, what remained should only be a shred of his soul.
“It’s getting late. It’s time to send you back…”
As the old man was about to close his eyes and disappear, Philip stopped the old man and asked, “Sir, I don’t know your name yet…”
“I’ve long forgotten my name, but others call me the Bamboo Swordsman.”
The old man had a slender bamboo sword strapped to his waist. After saying that, the old man disappeared in a puff of white smoke.
The scene around Philip changed again.
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