Chapter 1: Genius without practice
The Tibetan Sword City is an isolated city surrounded by mountains. A hundred years ago, a general named Ye Xunhe was appointed here and built Ye's Sword House.
After a hundred years of development, the famous swords produced in Tibetan Sword City have become world-famous. It is every swordsman's dream to own a sword forged by Ye's sword. The original isolated city has become no longer lonely, and a steady stream of people come across mountains and mountains to beg for swords.
Of course, Ye's Sword House is not only skilled in casting swords, but also the martial arts of its disciples are superb in the whole Wulin.
On a challenge arena, two teenagers are playing very hard. The young man in green has a powerful fist. When he punches, his strength will force him several meters away. The boy in black shouted angrily and gave a fist to dispel his anger. His hand had not yet withdrawn, but the man stepped forward again and hit the boy in green again.
With the vigorous fighting style of the Mangfu, the boy in black, who has no internal power at all, broke the body protection skill of the boy in green by virtue of his strong muscles and hard bones.
A few fists were thrown out one after another, and the boy in black fell to the ground.
"I admit defeat." The boy in black reached out to protect his face, and the boy in black took back his feet that were about to fall on his opponent.
"This round, Ye Shuangwen wins!" An older youth announced the result of this round.
Ye Frost Trace smiled and lifted up the boy in green who was lying on the ground
"Frost scar brothers are excellent in martial arts, but they are inferior." The young man in green casually patted the dust on his body, and then left the challenge arena.
Ye Frost scar stood alone in the middle of the challenge arena and glanced at the middle-aged man sitting in the pavilion drinking tea in the distance.
"Frost scar, come and get the bonus." The young man held a copper plate between his fingers and shook it against the leaf frost scar.
"Coming." Leaf Frost Trace jumped down from the challenge arena. He took the copper in the young man's hand, picked up the iron sword on the ground, and left.
The middle-aged man sitting in the pavilion drinking tea had a sad look on his face, as if he were worried or regretful.
"Zhiming, I see that your eyes are full of bitterness. I don't know why you are sad?" A plump man with a gold ring is drinking tea. It seems that they are about the same age, but this man is smiling.
Ye Zhiming sighed softly, put down his tea cup, and said, "At our age, it's not all the younger generation's worries."
"What are you worried about? With a master like you, I'm afraid that before long, more people will become as powerful as my son." The speaker is Ye Chengle, who knows nothing about martial arts, but has a son who is a martial arts genius. His son, Ye Zuicheng, was the first disciple of Ye's Jianlu generation to reach the initial stage of strengthening his body.
"Did you see the contest on the challenge arena today?" Ye Zhiming looked at the fading traces of Ye Shuang.
"Of course, I see. Frost scar is very powerful, and I'm afraid only Zuicheng can beat him in this generation." Ye Chengle praised Ye Frost scar and did not forget to take his son with him.
"But Ye Zuicheng has entered the initial stage of strengthening the body, and Ye Frost Mark has no internal power." Ye Zhiming's tone is full of helplessness.
"Oh, what about those people he has just defeated in succession on the challenge arena?" Although Ye Chengle does not know martial arts, he saw that the strength of the challenge arena is high and low, which is obviously the aftereffect of using internal power.
"Those who lost to him have already stepped into the first stage of strengthening the body." Ye Zhiming walked outside the pavilion and looked at the lake with endless green lotus leaves.
"It can be so powerful without internal power," said Ye Chengle, who could not hide his surprise. "Today, I really learned a lot."
"But without the support of internal power, where can his upper limit be? Now he has practiced Shaolin Luohan Fist to the extreme, even if he can match his opponent who is strong in the beginning. But when he comes to the ordinary realm of Vajra, the comfortable realm, the carefree realm and even the mysterious realm of mind, can he still rely on his physical quality to fight against the internal power that can open mountains and cut rivers?" Ye Zhiming waved his sword, The water in the lake began to hover and rise, and a foul air filled the whole lake, as if the water in the whole lake was integrated with the sword.
"All right, I can't share your worries. I'll take care of my finances and take leave of the martial arts you taught me." Ye Chengle drank his last sip of tea and left slowly.
Ye Zhiming did not speak, but sat down by the lake. Twenty years ago, he was also a young man of great vigor. All over Nanyue, when talking about the Tibetan Sword City, people always think of the Four Young Yehs. He is known as Ye Zhiming, the most outstanding swordsman after Ye Xunhe. Ye Cunhao, the best sword maker in the world. Ye Yu, the first divine general of South Vietnam. Ye Chengle, the most talented person in the business world.
Later, Ye Yu died in battle to resist the invasion of Xining. From now on, there are only three people left. After Ye Yu died, Ye Zhiming adopted Ye Yu's three-year-old son, Ye Shuanghen.
The tiger father has no dog son. Ye Frost scar is absolutely the most enthusiastic in martial arts among the disciples of this generation. However, after 17 years of training, he could not produce any internal power. However, even if he did not have internal power, it would not affect Ye Frost scar's love for martial arts. Ye Zhiming had to teach him Shaolin Luohan Boxing, which didn't need internal power. Over the years, the leaf frost mark has perfected this fist technique.
"Here you are, Shifu." Ye Frost scar appeared from nowhere. He took two peeled corn and handed one of them to Ye Zhiming.
Ye Zhiming smiled and took the corn. The master and the apprentice sat beside the lake and ate it with relish.
"Frost scar, you are 17 years old." Ye Zhiming gently stroked his apprentice's head, like a kind father.
"Well, it will be eighteen in half a year." Ye Frost Trace nodded, and he naturally knew the meaning of the master's question.
"When you are 18 years old, would you like to learn sword casting from Uncle Cunhao?" Ye Zhiming asked tentatively.
"No, Shifu, I don't want to learn how to forge swords." Ye Frost scar shook his head stubbornly.
"How about going to learn business from your uncle Chengle?" Ye Zhiming had guessed his apprentice's answer, but could not help asking.
"Master, I just want to practice martial arts. Could you teach me how to use swordsmanship?" Ye Frost scar still said that, and I don't know how many times he has said it to master.
"But you don't have internal power. Ye's Sword House has 13 sets of swordsmanship, and I can't teach you anything except the whirling sword dance." Ye Zhiming sighed helplessly.
"Master, can you teach me swordsmanship as long as I have internal power before I am 18 years old?" Ye Frost's eyes flashed a ray of joy. Although there was little hope, he would never give up any hope.
"As long as you have internal power, I can teach you swordsmanship at any time." Ye Zhiming looked at Ye Shuangwen and said solemnly.
"Well, Shifu, it's a deal!" Ye Frost Trace stood up and walked slowly toward home.
