Chapter 17 Li Yi’s Sword Skills

July 21, 1956, Li Yi’s birthday.

As a rural person, there is naturally no such thing as a birthday cake. This was not popular in China at that time. Rich people called birthday cakes and would go to restaurants to entertain friends from all over the world.

Li Yi obviously does not have this condition, and Shiraishi Yukimi, who comes from outside China, is obviously more foreign-style. Every July, it is the summer vacation for primary and secondary schools across the country, and Shiraishi Yukimi will also go back to Yucheng to stay with relatives for a few days at this time.

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Since graduating from elementary school, these few days may be an important cornerstone of the relationship between the two.

"Fake Taoist priest, I'm back."

The 16-year-old Shiraishi Xuejian has very obvious female characteristics. She is wearing a white skirt and a straw hat, and greets herself with a light smile. Her smile is very bright, full of vitality and confidence that rural children do not have.

There is something indescribably dazzling on the rural field ridges.

In other words, Shiraishi Yukimi has always been dazzling. Even in elementary school where she was discriminated against, Shiraishi Yukimi was still dazzling. Attracting a large group of boys to tease her with clumsy jokes in an attempt to attract her attention, most of them were beaten in the end.

Crying. This is also the origin of her nickname Muscle Stone. If she were a boy, she would be the king of children.

At that time, Li Yi was no longer a teenage kid, and he had actually begun to become curious about the opposite sex. If his family had been richer at that time, he would not have been doing farm work in the fields, or even if the Baishi family had been poorer, he might not have been able to bear it.

Don't show budding feelings.

Li Xingguo said: "Go ahead, I won't be here to help you for the next few days."

"Yeah." Li Yi tried his best to restrain his excitement, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

On the ridge of the field, the girl in white stretched out her hand to him and pulled Li Yi up with as much strength as ever.

Li Yi admitted that his heart was speeding up uncontrollably. In order to cover it up, he joked as always: "I am so powerful that I can conquer the world!"

"screw you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Yi was kicked down by Bai Shixuejian, and half of his body fell in the mud. The culprit raised his fist at him, showing two white tiger teeth, pretending to be fierce.

"Fake Taoist priest, be careful I'll beat you up."

Their relationship has always been straightforward, and Shiraishi Yukijian is as rude as ever. Maybe the short time together made the two think that only by getting along without any gap can they maintain their friendship, and it also concealed their love for playing drums and passing tricks.

But sometimes Shiraishi Yukimi always breaks the drum.

The summer vacation of 1956 was coming to an end, and Shiraishi Yukimi gave him an exquisite little box.

Li Yi asked: "What is this?"

"Mobile phone." Bai Shixue didn't hide anything. "There is a phone card in it. You have to call me every month from now on."

The Shiraishi family is very wealthy. It is said that the reason why they came to study in a small place like Tamacheng when they were in elementary school was due to some political factors. As one of the leaders of the naturalization faction, their family was targeted by some radicals, so they temporarily hid for a while for safety.

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After saying that, Shiraishi Xuejian ran all the way into her family's car without giving him a chance to return it.

That night, Shiraishi Yukimi sent a message: Fake Taoist priest, if you are embarrassed, you can send a text message.

Li Yi: Muscle Stone, I want to get into Teikyo University.

Shiraishi Xuejian: Then I’ll take the exam too.

Li Yi quickly withdrew from his memories, fiddled with the flip phone in his hand, and found a universal charger. But unfortunately, both the flip phone and the universal charger were broken. It may have been damaged by moisture after not taking it out for too long.

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"What a pity." Li Yi felt a little regretful, put the flip phone and universal charger back into the wooden box, and started playing with the Qiguo-made smartphone again.

As the saying goes, if the new doesn't go away, the old won't come back. The meaning of this clamshell phone is greater than its practicality, so it should be kept as a souvenir.

At noon, after having dinner, Li Yi took a bamboo chair to the shade of the trees in the small courtyard, took the longan wood turned out from the corner, and started chopping it with a hatchet.

He planned to make a sword that could be used as a sword to remove moisture from the house.

After whittling until dusk, a wooden sword finally took shape. The sword was seven feet long, yellowish brown, and had a square hilt.

"Son, what are you doing?"

Mother Li, who was preparing dinner, was quite curious when she saw the sword. She didn't expect her son to be able to do this.

"Sword, the king of a hundred weapons." Li Yi showed off his sword very proudly.

Swordsmanship is a popular field in the cultivation world, and its popularity is no less than that of computers in this era. Basically, more than half of the monks know how to use swordsmanship, and many people are equipped with a magic sword to make it more elegant when flying.

Li Yi was not exempt from the secular world. Not long after he left his hometown and entered the spiritual world after turning 100, he bought himself a magical sword named Hanguang, which cost him almost all his belongings.

Then not long after, the magic sword accidentally broke because it could not withstand its own strength. Later, I concentrated on creating my own first magical power, Xiao Wu Lei Zhengfa, and also lost the way of swordsmanship.

When he picked up swordsmanship again, he was already 600 years old, after he had retired from the world for a hundred years because of too many killings. At that time, in order to avoid suspicion, Li Yi changed his appearance and started using swordsmanship on a whim.

Li Yi's understanding of weapons has never been high, and most of the related magical powers he created were imitating others and following the path taken by his predecessors. Li Yi mostly learned it in order to follow the same path, hoping to benefit from it.

Draw it and extend it, follow the analogy and make it longer, and all the things in the world can be accomplished.

He has learned 3,600 magical powers, of which there are many in the plural. The hundreds of thunder methods are not even half as good as the Xiaowu Lei Zhengfa. Isn't this the dilemma he faces? He has learned all the secrets in the world just to reach the threshold of becoming an immortal.

Mother Li couldn't help laughing, but she didn't expose her son.

What young person doesn’t have a martial arts dream? This kid loved watching martial arts movies with his dad back then.

"Don't believe it?" Li Yi naturally saw through his mother's thoughts, immediately raised his wooden sword and swung it towards the longan tree in the distance.

In an instant, a breeze blew and the leaves swayed.

"Oh, I made the soup."

Mother Li obviously had no appreciation for this field. She was just stunned for a moment. Then she heard the blowing sound from the pressure cooker behind her, turned around and walked into the kitchen quickly.

"Play the harp to an ox, play the harp to an ox." Li Yi shook his head. This move had defeated the swordsman Xue Ye Sword Immortal of the Tianjian Sect in his previous life.

In the distance, tiny figures fell from the tree branches. They were flat brown bugs, lychee bugs.

They fell to the ground motionless, as if they had lost their lives. But the next second, one after another, one after another began to move their joints again, flapping their wings and trying to fly back to the treetops.

The extraordinary attack did not harm them at all.

Don't kill, this is Li Yi's realization after living in seclusion for hundreds of years.

Except for pests of course.

Li Yi flicked his finger, a tiny flash of lightning flashed past, and all the lychee bugs in the distance were turned into ashes.

He will still be waiting to eat longan in a few months.

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"Cheng Jian Lu?"

Zhao Si looked at the big words on the projector and felt very confused. He was just about to go home from get off work when he was pulled back urgently. He originally thought it was some big event, but he didn't expect it just to see this thing.

Five years old, at the fifth level of Qi refining, he first learned swordsmanship and defeated his fellow disciple Hong Jin in three days.

At the age of 6, at the peak of Qi refining, he understood the Heavenly Sword Technique and surpassed the level to defeat his fellow disciple of Foundation Establishment.

7 years old, building foundation, comprehending the second form of Heavenly Sword Jue, no one in the outer sect can rival...

A running account, almost recording how many opponents he defeated in each year and what achievements he achieved. If the content were not too outrageous, at first glance, he would have thought it was the daily life record of some prince.

Wait, this content...

Zhao Si suddenly realized that "The Biography of Wei Xi" could not help but emerge from the previous guess. This was another powerful autobiography.

What Lu Haochu said next confirmed his guess.

"This is the autobiography of the national-level Snow Night Sword Immortal in Qiguo Town. Although we may not be able to come into contact with this kind of existence in this life, the superiors require us to watch it."
Chapter completed!