"But who are you?"

The old man said: "I can only think of one person who can use such a sword technique in the world! This premise is that he has made another breakthrough over the years!"

Li Bufu said: "Who are you talking about?"

The old man said: "Little Building listens to the spring rain all night!"

Li Bufu said: "Little Building listens to the spring rain all night?"

Li Bufu suddenly knew who the old man was talking about.

When he talked to Mei Changhua about the Demon Sect, Mei Changhua mentioned this person.

This is not a person's name, but a knife.

To be precise, this is not a knife, but a line of words engraved on the knife.

But this line of words also represents this knife!

Listen to the spring rain in a small building overnight!

A magic sword that was once invincible!

The old man continued: "I can't imagine anyone else in the world who can use such a knife technique except him!"

Tong Huan suddenly asked, "Grandpa, what kind of knife technique is that? Why didn't you use the stick to block it just now?"

The old man said slowly: "It's not that I don't want to take the stick, but that I can't take the stick!"

Tong Huanqi said: "Can't you get a stick?"

The old man said: "I have told you that all kinds of weapons and all kinds of moves have traces to follow. If there are traces to follow, it means there are some flaws!"

Tong Huan nodded.

The old man said, "But he had no flaws just now!"

"No flaw?"

The old man said, "Yes! He has no flaws. He came from that place to me. While walking, there was no flaw in his body!"

Tong Huan said, "So you can't take action?"

The old man said: "The enemy does not move, I do not move! I was known for the word "stable" in the past. Even if a strong man with much more martial arts skills than me may not be able to gain much advantage from my mature copper stick!"

Tong Huan said: "If you don't see his flaws, you won't be able to make a stick?"

The old man said, "I wanted to wait for him to shoot the knife first! Once he shoots the knife, there will inevitably be changes. When there is a change, it is the moment when there is a flaw!"

The old man was not only telling this battle, but also teaching his own martial arts experience to his grandson.

Tonghuan said, "But... but his knife fell on your head, you..."

The old man said bitterly: "Because he still has no flaws, I still can't make a stick! No matter how he moves, there is no flaw. I rarely even hear this kind of martial arts!"

Tong Huan's spiritual thoughts change, as if thinking about the profound principles of martial arts.

After a while, he asked again: "Grandpa did not find the flaws of Daxia Li, but he found the flaws of grandpa?"

The old man said: "No. I have no flaws!"

"The posture I just learned from a monk forty years ago. Once I went to Shaolin Temple and wanted to challenge the Shaolin stick method. The Shaolin monks were not my enemy, so they led me to the back mountain of the Sutra Pavilion, where there was a monk who had already died of Zen."

The old man said, "He used the magic pestle to subdue me. When he was facing me, he stood up and responded to the enemy in such a posture!"

"He stood in the back mountain and didn't move, and I didn't dare to move. Because I couldn't find any room to attack! But I felt like I would be overwhelmed by stick techniques as long as I took a step forward."

The old man said, "I dare not fight, I admit that I was defeated. So I went to Shaolin Temple, and later the monk also sat in and transformed ten days after the breakdown of the dry Zen."

"After I went back, I carefully studied it, and finally learned this move through years of kung fuzzing baskets!"

Tong Huan said strikingly: "Can you learn martial arts by weaving a dustpan?"

The old man said: "There is a skill in everything, it depends on whether you are willing to realize it with your heart!"

Tong Huan said again: "But grandpa, you haven't said that since you have no flaws, why can he beat you?"

The old man said, "I don't move, so there is no flaw. He moves, but there is no flaw. This is much better than me. And his sword... turns decay into magic. It seems concise, but I can't understand it."

Standing aside and listening for a long time, Li Bufu suddenly said, "So do you think I have something to do with 'Little Building' listening to spring rain overnight'?"

The old man said: "Besides him, I really couldn't imagine anyone else who could use this kind of knife technique!"

"But I have nothing to do with 'Little Lou listening to the spring rain overnight'."

The old man thought for a long time, only breathed a sigh of relief and stopped asking more questions.

Tong Huan asked, "Grandpa, what is the 'Little Building' listening to the spring rain overnight'? You are like you are playing a puzzle, I can't even understand!"

The old man sighed: "Xiaohuan, you have grown up too. It's time for you to know the past in our family."

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Xiaolou listened to Chunyu overnight as a top master who uses a knife, and this master is also the "Leader of the Demon Cult"!

The old man is not ordinary people either.

He is the bronze camel elder among the four guardian elders of the Demon Sect in the past "Golden Lion, Silver Dragon, Copper Camel, and Iron Swallow"!

Tong Huan's parents are also from the Demon Sect. His father left a secret disease in a long battle. Although he survived by chance, he still died of an old injury ten years ago.

His mother, however, was overly sad because of his father's death and followed him.

So Tong Camel can only take care of Tong Huan until now.

Tong Huan officially listened to Tong Tuo telling his life experience for the first time, but he didn't know how to deal with it for a moment.

Complex feelings such as surprise, doubt, shock, fear, etc. all surge in my heart.

Finally, tears rolled in his eyes and couldn't help crying!

When the old man saw him crying, his eyes gradually became wet, but he couldn't find any words to persuade him, so he just turned around and walked into the house silently and put the cooked copper stick back under the bed.

When he walked out again, he said, "Xiaohuan, follow this hero to learn swordsmanship."

Tonghuan said, "Grandpa, you..."

Tongtu said: "You have the talent in martial arts, and you should learn martial arts. I can't teach you too many sword techniques! The moves you learned are all made out of the sword techniques of the old leader I have seen."

Tong Huan suddenly fell to the ground, kowtowed nine times at Li Bufu, and said, "My teacher is here, I'll be bowed by my disciple!"

After he finished worshiping Li Bufu, he suddenly turned around and bowed to Tongtuo, and kowtowed nine times. There were eighteen heads in total, and they all kowtowed very hard!

When Tong Huan stood up, her forehead was covered with blood: "I will never forget my kindness of raising me for the rest of my life. When I learn martial arts, I will come back to serve my grandfather."

Tongtuo said: "When you learn martial arts, you should challenge the masters and become famous! Why do you need to come back to find me?"

While packing the kettle, tables and chairs, he said, "Go, go. If that knife can reappear one day, I might be back in the world!"

Tong Huan murmured, "That knife...Little Building listens to the spring rain all night..."

"Stop thinking, it will make people annoyed." Tongtu turned his head and said, "Take the steamed peanuts in the house and bring two more sweet potatoes. If you are hungry on the way, you can eat something."

Li Bufu looked at the grandfather and grandson saying goodbye. When Tong Huan packed his luggage, Li Bufu took him to the direction of Yuanyue Villa during the dusk.
Chapter completed!