Chapter 270 The True Martial Arts Master

One world is specialized and refined, while another world is broad and broad.

Who is better, whether it is better to specialize or to be broad, no one can tell for a while.

But for Pei Xuanjing, he thought that he had come to the right place.

In the original world of the Ming Dynasty, he had reached the extreme, and every next step forward required his own exploration and exploration, without any reference at all.

Although this world is not as vast as the world of the Ming Dynasty, it has great inspiration and reference value for him in terms of Qi refining alone.

Therefore, Pei Xuanjing spent twelve years in this world studying the techniques of this world and constantly modifying and adjusting his Divine Sky and Heavenly Intention Technique.

After twelve years of research, his understanding of Qi Refining is much stronger than before.

It can be said that he originally used the simulator to quickly improve his strength. Although there were many things that he could use, he only knew what they were and didn't know why.

Twelve years, for Pei Xuanjing, was undoubtedly a process of re-solidifying his foundation, taking his already solid foundation to the next level.

These twelve years have not been wasted at all, and it can be said to be worth it. Until this moment, he dared to truly claim that he was a martial arts master, and all kinds of techniques were integrated into it, all turned into what he had learned.

Pei Xuanjing is confident that if he had to do it over again, even without the help of a simulator, even if he still has such ordinary talents, he can still steadily improve step by step to the end of the mortal realm.

"Master Min, this is today's meal."

An old man with white hair and beard walked into the attic carrying a food box and said to Pei Xuanjing.

The old man's name was Lao Han, and he was arranged by the head of the family to take care of Pei Xuanjing's daily life. He was the only one who came in and out of this place every day.

Over the past ten years, he had become accustomed to the young master's taciturn character. After finishing his words, he put down his lunch box and prepared to leave without waiting for Pei Xuanjing's reply.

Lao Han has been with the family leader for countless years, longer than many clan elders in the family. If it were not for the family leader's instructions, he would not have to do such things personally.

But even so, Lao Han was a little curious. How could a young man who had only watched various exercises for more than ten years without practicing martial arts or self-cultivation, and who seemed to be an alien in this Pei family, be able to become the head of the family? of importance.

For practitioners, the age of six to sixteen is the best period to polish the foundation. If you miss this golden period, even if you have peerless talent, you will need more years to make up for it in the future.

However, the master of the house let it go. As a servant, how could he say too much? He could only console himself that maybe the master of the house had his own foresight and was short-sighted.

Old Han was thinking as he walked out. Just as he walked out of the attic, an old man wearing brocade clothes suddenly appeared in front of him. He was the head of Pei Mansion, Pei Lao Zhuguo.

"Master of the house."

Old Han bent down slightly and addressed him respectfully.

"How is he?"

Lao Zhuguo asked.

"As usual."

Old Han said respectfully.

For more than ten years, the behavior of Mr. Pei Xuanjing has been almost the same without any change. He does not look like a young and lively boy at all, but like an old man who has seen through the world, as if nothing in the world can move him. heartstrings.

Lao Zhuguo raised his head slightly, not saying whether he knew this or not, and said calmly: "Go back first!"

After that, he strode out and reached the attic in a few breaths.

In the attic, Pei Xuanjing was still looking at the sky. He was not surprised by the appearance of Lao Zhuguo, nor did he feel anything unexpected, as if he was already there.

"Min'er, it's been twelve years, but I don't know if your Heavenly Sword can be forged?"

Lao Zhuguo looked at this handsome young man, the grandson he regarded as a gift from God, and asked aloud.

He still remembered the first time he met this young man. Although he was short in stature, he looked frail.

But at that moment, Lao Zhuguo could swear that this was the most talented young man he had ever encountered in his life. He seemed to be a born swordsman. Even without any cultivation, he could not hide his peerless talent. His whole person seemed to It is a divine sword made entirely from nature.

Moreover, this turned out to be his direct grandson, the biological son of his eldest son.

Thinking back to the beginning, although his eldest son had outstanding talents, he left the house because of some things, and he and he seemed to be enemies, and they no longer interacted with each other since then.

This incident made him feel discouraged and felt that what he had learned in this life could no longer be passed on, so he resigned and returned home to live in seclusion in the clouds.

However, despite falling out with his son, after his son died in the war, his own grandson could never be left alone, so he personally set out to bring his grandson back.

Unexpectedly, this decision made his originally silent heart burn again.

I can't help but wonder, is God giving me compensation for taking away a son with extraordinary talent?

He once again had a grandson with even more outstanding talents.

At that moment, Lao Zhuguo decided to teach everyone what he had learned throughout his life and cultivate a truly strong man.

However, he didn't expect that when the young man faced his proposal, the young man actually refused.

The young man told himself that he had his own way. He wanted to use heaven and earth as his teacher, and he wanted to use heaven and earth as a furnace, all things as copper, yin and yang as charcoal fire, to forge a peerless magic sword.

If someone else said this, Lao Zhuguo would only sneer at the other party for not knowing what's good for him. But when this young man said it, he didn't have any doubts. Instead, he felt that the other party would succeed.

So even if he was rejected, Lao Zhuguo didn't give up. He agreed to all the other party's requests and brought him back.

Want to check the skills?

Sure!

Want to watch martial arts?

Agreed!

Don't want to practice for the time being?

Sure!

Just want a secluded place to live?

No problem!

In the past twelve years, Lao Zhuguo has not refused any of Pei Xuanjing's requests, not even objecting.

"Is there anything I need to do?" Pei Xuanjing retracted his gaze and looked at Lao Zhuguo.

Pei Xuanjing doesn't like to beat around the bush, but it doesn't mean he doesn't understand people's hearts. This old Zhuguo didn't hide his thoughts, so how could he not see it?

"Not bad." Facing the boy's straightforwardness, Lao Zhuguo smiled slightly without any embarrassment and admitted it frankly.

Pei Xuanjing's face was calm: "Go ahead!"

He still had that calm and indifferent look, as if nothing in this world could change his expression.

In Pei Xuanjing's view, this was just an experience!

He was as calm as water, as if he was a bystander, calmly watching the world.