Faced with such an attack, the old man's face also became solemn. His hands, which were originally close together, were like a span on both sides, and the blue airflow immediately drew a circle around his body. Then he waved his arms and his palms straight towards the incandescent blade above his head, and the blue airflow also condensed in an instant, like a rushing wave, roaring towards the sky!

The blue and white collided in a blink of an eye. The former was like a vast ocean, and the latter was like a leaping white dragon. The waves surged again and again, trying to swallow the white dragon. The white dragon rushed around the waves, trying to tear the waves in front of them.

Finally, with a dazzling light, the white dragon tore a hole in the wave, but not forward, but backward. After repeated failures, it could only give up. It jumped away from its opponent, and then slowly dissipated into the air with the middle-aged man's hands.

The old man also withdrew his palms, and the blue airflow disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

At this time, the middle-aged man had already landed on the ground quietly. He stared at the old man for a long time, and then said sadly: "I won't fight anymore."

The old man laughed and was obviously very happy: "Why? I figured it out so quickly? Are you planning to find a wife?"

The middle-aged man shook his head: "No, it's just that you keep your hands today and cannot achieve the effect of allowing me to break through in desperate situations, so it's meaningless to continue fighting."

This was obviously admitting that his skills were not as good as those of the old man, but when he heard this, the old man's expression became a little strange. He hesitated for a moment before finally speaking: "Let me give you a guide! In fact, your martial arts are pretty good now, but there is one thing you seem to think wrong. When you and I just fought, your moves sometimes turned into dragons, and they changed freely. But this happened to be your problem. I ask you, have you seen my moves produce changes beyond the sea water?"

The middle-aged man was stunned, and then he suddenly realized, and his eyes showed a hot light: "Senior mean, is it important to be dedicated?"

The old man nodded with a smile: "Yes! As the saying goes, 'One way is open, hundreds of ways are open', but if one way is not yet clear, what are the hundreds of ways to talk about? So, let's talk about one way first! Xiao Xu, go back and think about it carefully, what kind of thing do you want your internal strength and moves to become!"

After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man bowed with gratitude and bowed: "Thank you, senior!"

The old man shook his head: "No need to say much. I just think you are troublesome and don't want you to come to me again. I really didn't want to say that because you have the biggest problem, so I have always worried that it would not be a good thing for someone like you to obtain too strong force."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then asked in confusion: "What's the problem?"

The old man smiled bitterly: "Your question is: You don't know why you learn martial arts? Do you become the best in the world? That's just a goal, not a reason. If you don't even know why you learn martial arts, then your force will easily make you do something that will make you regret, harm others and yourself."

The middle-aged man was stunned again. He thought for a moment, then asked back: "Senior, what is your purpose in learning martial arts?"

The old man laughed: "My purpose is very simple! It is just to protect the people I care about. Other things have nothing to do with me!"

The middle-aged man nodded and then asked: "Then - what is the purpose of the sword saint learning martial arts?"

The old man curled his lips: "I can't be sure of this, but when he was young, he said this: 'I have to change something, right?' Drawing the sword for change may be his purpose of learning martial arts?"

The middle-aged man was silent for a while and said in a deep voice: "Thank you, senior, I've been taught today!"

After saying that, the middle-aged man turned around and wanted to leave the Land Temple. But suddenly, he turned around and looked directly at the corner to the right of the statue. And there was Aning's hiding place!

Did he see me? Aning was so shocked that her souls left her body. The strength she showed before was not something she could handle, but after a moment of loss of consciousness, Aning tightened the hilt of the sword. Although she knew she was not an opponent, she would not surrender. At least she tried her best, and this was Aning's attitude.

After staring at Aning with a cold gaze for a long time, the middle-aged man raised his feet and took a step towards Aning. The white light had begun to rise in his palm.

"Xiao Xu, forget it!" The old man's voice sounded at this moment.

The middle-aged man turned around and looked at the old man with a blank expression: "I don't want to cause trouble!"

"Don't worry, I'll deal with it. I'm really in trouble. Come and find me!"

"Okay!" The middle-aged man nodded, walked out of the temple gate without looking back, and disappeared into the darkness.

Aning finally breathed a sigh of relief at this time, and then he heard the old man say, "Little girl, come out!"

Aning hesitated for a moment, but then he thought, if the old man wanted to be unfavorable to him, why should he stop the middle-aged man in one fell swoop? Besides, with his superior strength than the middle-aged man, what's the use of even if he resists himself?

So she made up her mind, struggled to stand up, walked through the curtain, and came to the old man.

"Thank you for your help, senior, I'm polite!" She said aloud to the old man.

The old man looked up and down at her and frowned: "Little girl, why are you still holding on after being injured so seriously?" As he said that, he waved at Aning. Aning felt a gentle but irresistible force surrounding her. She seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand and came to the old man's approach.

The next moment, a warm current rose from her back heart and instantly spread throughout her body. At the same time, Aning felt two sharp pains, one numbness, and one cold. But as soon as these two qi power appeared, they were wrapped in the warm current and quietly disappeared.

After that, the warm current slowly retracted and pulled away from her body from her back, but Aning could still feel a sense of comfort bathing in the rising sun, and it took a long time to completely dissipate.

At this time, she felt that all her fatigue was wiped out, and even the trauma of her right arm seemed to have improved a lot. So she quickly turned around and saluted the old man respectfully: "Thank you, senior!"

The old man waved his hand: "It's just a little effort. But little girl, you are too careless. Why are you still holding on after suffering such a serious injury? It's okay to have an external injury. I think the two internal forces in your body are thunder and ice. I'm afraid they are injured by the two swords of Zi LED Qingshuang? If this is not handled in time, it will cause a disease!"

Aning smiled embarrassedly: "It's so serious? I have to thank you even more for seniors. I don't have enough experience in the world and don't think so thoroughly!"

The old man nodded: "Yes, it depends on which daughter you look like, right? Tell me, which prince's beloved daughter is it? Is there any title?"

Aning was stunned, but then felt relieved. Although his night clothes were all black, the material was of excellent silk. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that it was of great value at a glance.

"It seems that we will need to be more careful in the future." Aning thought so.

When faced with the old man’s problem, she hesitated for a moment, then smiled: “Senior, can I not say it?”

"Of course! I'm not a case trial!" As he said that, he sat down again, brought the previous food box over, and opened it in front of Aning: "Come on! Do you want to eat some mutton soaked buns? I've been busy for most of the night, so I should be hungry, right?"

As she said that, the old man brought the bowl out. The scent of steam immediately rushed into Aning's nostrils. She swallowed, pointed at the bowl and said, "Senior, can I eat it?"

The old man nodded: "Of course! I can't eat two bowls!"

"Thank you!" Aning was not polite, and put it into her mouth after taking the bowl and chopsticks. Originally, her right arm was so painful that she dared not move. But after the old man's injury, the pain had become much lighter, so she could only use chopsticks.

Soon, Aning had eaten a bowl of soap buns. She burped with satisfaction and put down the dishes. A warm feeling came from her belly. The warm current that the old man injected into her limbs and bones seemed to be activated again. Aning felt warm all over, as if she was soaking in a hot spring.

Seeing that she was satisfied with her food, the old man was also very happy. He quickly put away the dishes and chopsticks. Then he stood up and said, "Okay! Your internal injuries are nothing. You will naturally heal after going back to take care of the external injuries. It's time for me to leave!"

"Wait!" Aning shouted, with a look of worrying that the old man would run away.

"Yeah? Is there anything else?"

"That..." An Ning showed a hint of shame on his face: "Senior, I think I had hidden it well before! How did that uncle show me?"

The old man laughed: "Little baby, you hide it pretty well, but you only hide your own body, but not your own spirit. For those who have reached the true realm of internal energy cultivation, there is no difficulty for you?"

"Then... how can I hide my god? Please teach me for yourselves!" Aning said with the stick.

"Okay!" The old man agreed readily: "Actually, this method of hiding the gods is just a small skill. If you have a deeper internal strength, you can understand it yourself. But since you want to learn, I will teach you and listen..."

After about one stick of incense, the old man taught Aning his method of hiding the gods. Aning was extremely talented and mastered this method after trying twice.

The old man was very happy to see this: "It's not bad! It seems that in a few years, I will be able to hear your name in the world! Haha!"

Aning was also very happy and said with a smile: "Teacher's good words!" Then she turned her eyes and asked a question that had been in her heart for a while: "Senior, who is that uncle?"

The old man asked back: "What do you think?"

"Can it be Xu Huaiqiu, known as the 'Mian Zhang'?" Aning expressed his guess.

The old man nodded and said lightly: "That's right, it's him."

"Oh my God!" Aning exclaimed: "Senior, you can actually give him some advice. Then you must be even more amazing! What do you call me?"

"Well..." The old man pondered for a moment, then smiled funnyly: "I'm the same as you, I don't want to say it!"

Before Aning could speak, the old man waved to her: "I'm leaving! Take care of your own little baby!" As he said that, he took a step and walked out of the temple gate.

Aning wanted to ask a few more questions, so she hurriedly chased after her. But when she went out, the old man's figure had long disappeared.

"Senior! Can I see you again?" Aning shouted at the sky.

"If you are destined to be together, maybe you can see you again!" The old man's voice penetrated into Aning's ears like a breeze, which was clear enough and not harsh at all. Aning tried his best to distinguish, but he just couldn't tell where it came from.

"Oh! When can I practice my kung fu to this level?" Aning sighed and retreated back to the temple gate with a little dejected look.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!