Immortality Martial Arts: Starting from the Sword Drawing Technique

Different from the coldness of the alleys, the avenue leading to the West Market is quite lively. From time to time, you can see pedestrians with swords on their backs.

Occasionally, you can see a ginseng picker holding a picking stick in his hand. His hair is messy, his clothes are wet, his clothes and shoes are stained with mud, and he looks dusty.

Some ginseng pickers looked disappointed, carrying game or wild fruits and vegetables in their hands, and like Lin Bei, headed towards the West Market.

Some of them smiled happily, covering their clothes with one hand and resting on the hilt of their swords with one hand, and hurried to Dongshi.

Lin Bei understood that those who rushed to the West Market with disappointed expressions were probably ginseng pickers who had not gained much.

These people did not pick ginseng. If they were lucky, they might have picked some game. If they were unlucky, they might just pick some wild fruits and vegetables.

"The last trip to Changyin Mountain lasted at least several days, sometimes even ten and a half months. It's hard to say whether we can make up for the losses by hunting a few game animals."

"But those ginseng pickers who only picked some wild fruits and vegetables not only traveled in vain, but also probably spent a lot of money."

Lin Bei shook his head and followed the flow of people forward.

The industry of ginseng pickers is one that depends on the weather for its livelihood.

The situation of not opening for three years and opening for three years is a basic operation.

On a trip to the mountains, you need to carry several days of dry food. In addition, the time cost and labor cost need to be calculated.

If you are unlucky, sometimes you will go to the mountain several times in a row, only to find nothing, and you will have wasted several months of time, money and food, which is a huge blow to any ginseng picker.

Of course, if you are lucky and pick an old ginseng, you may not have to worry about eating and drinking for several years.

However, the luck of most ginseng pickers is somewhere between good and bad. After all, European emperors and non-chiefs are only a minority.

When we arrived at the West Market, it was a bustling place with crowds of people and the sound of hawking. There were stalls on the ground selling everything from fruits and vegetables to chickens, ducks, fish, and cloth and grain.

Vendors set up stalls and shops opened. Some only do business that day, while others are open every day. It can be said that each has its own way of doing business.

However, most of the people doing business here, whether they are vendors or shopkeepers, are warriors with strong cultivation.

This is the characteristic of Changsheng Town!

Nearly one-third of the entire town are warriors.

The town that gathered because of the Blood Spirit Ginseng naturally attracted a large number of warriors.

There is no other reason. Blood Spirit Ginseng is a great replenisher of Qi and blood. For Qi and Blood realm warriors, it is simply a panacea created by heaven and earth.

Therefore, many warriors became famous and became glorious ginseng collectors.

"This is like the gold rush in the western United States in the previous life, or the Great Foodie Empire's invasion of Guandong."

Similar to those gold-mining crazes in previous lives, several myths about getting rich will be spread every once in a while in Changsheng Town. For example, someone was lucky enough to pick up 50-year-old ginseng, or 80-year-old ginseng, and successfully broke through in cultivation. Or sell silver at sky-high prices or something like that.

Lin Bei came to an empty space on the side of the street, placed the pheasant on the ground, and started hawking.

There was a steady flow of people, and from time to time someone would ask the price among the passers-by.

In order to sell the chicken as soon as possible, Lin Bei deliberately lowered the price and sold the pheasant quickly.

Then he bought two kilograms of wild boar, holding the meat in his left hand and holding the sword in his right hand, and hurried home safely before dark.

After returning home, Lin Bei washed the pot and cooked, briefly processed the wild boar meat, and made a table of decent dishes.

"Began to eat!"

Before it was completely dark, Lin Bei devoured the food on the table with a gust of wind.

"Hiccup~, the warrior can eat it, three big bowls of rice, two kilograms of meat, and a plate of vegetables, tsk tsk, this was unimaginable before."

Lin Bei stroked his slightly bulging belly, looking satisfied.

He leaned back on a bamboo chair and looked up at the starry sky. He felt mixed emotions and was lost in thought.

The waning moon hangs high in the night sky, and the stars shine, indescribably magnificent and gorgeous, no different from the previous life.

"However, this is not the same world after all!"

Lin Bei understood this deeply.

"Continue to practice!"

He jumped up from his chair with a "soaring" sound. There is no Internet in this world, but there is martial arts!

Since you can't indulge in the online world, then immerse yourself in the world of martial arts!

"Drawing the Sword Technique!"

Lin Beishen bowed his back, his energy and blood gathered in his hands, and with strength under his feet, he suddenly pulled out the long sword in his hand towards the moonlight.

Under the night, the semicircular arc-shaped sword light seems to be intertwined with the waning moon surrounded by stars in the sky, echoing each other from afar, and the cold light penetrates the soul!

One sword!

Two swords!

Three swords!

…

Lin Bei's eyes were firm and focused, like a tireless machine, constantly swinging the sword in his hand toward the moonlight.

As he swung sword after sword, his movements became more skillful, smoother and more natural.

When a person focuses on one thing, the long river of time is like an accelerating gear.

"It's dry and dry, be careful with the candles!"

It wasn't until the sound of the watchman came that Lin Bei woke up.

"Is it already midnight?"

Lin Bei stopped practicing, sheathed his sword, rubbed his sore arms, and felt exhausted.

As soon as the excitement of practicing swordsman relaxed, a strong feeling of sleep came over him instantly, making his whole brain feel groggy.

When I brought up the panel, I saw that in the skill column, the sword-drawing skill changed from (32% of the first glimpse of the first realm) to (34% of the first glimpse of the first realm), which increased by another two percentage points.

"In one day, it increased by five percentage points, not bad!"

Lin Bei yawned, satisfied.

This kind of progress that can receive timely feedback always makes people feel happy and has a sense of accomplishment.

If he hadn't been so exhausted and so sleepy that he could hardly open his eyes, he would have wanted to practice all night again!

He shook his head and gave up the idea of ​​continuing to practice. At that moment, he didn't bother to wash up, closed the doors and windows, and fell asleep.

The next morning, amid the crisp chirping of birds, Lin Bei got up early. After washing up, he started another day of "Sword Drawing" training course full of energy.

With a calm mind and meticulous attention to detail, Lin Bei felt that he was about to become a true warrior by unsheathing his sword again and again, saying goodbye to his past self in another time and space.

After practicing and having a simple breakfast, Lin Bei turned around and walked into the house.

He rummaged through some bottles and jars and soon found what he wanted.

Some silver, some copper coins, and some books.

After a day, Lin Bei remembered to count his property.

"There are a total of twenty-two, eight hundred and seventy-three coins, as well as a "Ginseng Picker's Manual", a "Changyin Mountain Illustrated Medicinal Materials", and a "Sword Drawing Technique"..."

Lin Bei looked at the belongings in front of him and frowned.

More than twenty taels of silver, in the eyes of ordinary people, is considered a small deposit.

But Lin Bei is not an ordinary person, he is a warrior who needs training and resources.