Afterwards, Le Wuchen did not continue to stay in Zhao Dongting's room for more, so he took Le Wu away, and the father and daughter went to talk.

Before the night was dawn, the battle in Puqianwan was over.

The beach was full of pirates and Yuan army corpses. Because they had the lead, the losses of the soldiers of the Southern Song Dynasty were not very large.

Zhao and Luo led their troops back to the shore and stood side by side with Liu Hongyi. Although their faces were a little tired, they were all excited.

The two of them admired the young man in Mai in their hearts. Such a great victory was comparable to the Battle of Benzhou.

The soldiers were also excited and spontaneously cleared the battlefield. The bodies of the Yuan army, pirates and Southern Song soldiers were piled up separately, and the seized war horses and materials were piled up on the open space.

Torches illuminate the entire beach along the coast of Puqian Bay.

When it was dawn, Zhao Dongting got up and waited for Ying'er to help him clean and dress up. When he walked outside, Le Wuquan was already waiting.

Zhao Dongting respectfully called out Senior.

Le Wuchen held two swords in his hand and said to Zhao Dongting: "Prince, please follow me."

Zhao Dongting nodded and followed him outside. Thus, the two walked out of the village and reached the top of the mountain.

The cool breeze in the morning was a bit shocking, but with the internal strength of the two, this is naturally nothing.

Just stopped at the top of the mountain with bluestones everywhere, Le handed Zhao Dongting the sword in his left hand for free, and pointed his right hand at the sea, "Please look, Master."

Zhao Dongting looked at the sea and saw the surging waves, with the broken Yuan army, pirate warships, and the busy Southern Song soldiers on the beach. He was a little puzzled, and he looked at Le Wuchen in confusion, not knowing what his intention was.

Le Wuchen didn't say anything, but slowly pulled off the sword scabbard in his hand and pointed the sword towards the sea.

At this moment, his breath suddenly changed. He was originally just an ordinary old man, but now he seemed to be an invincible sword, showing his sharpness.

The long sword in his hand buzzed slightly and trembled.

Zhao Dongting was shocked, like a miracle.

After more than ten seconds, Le Wuchen retracted his sword again. His sharpness was instantly restrained and said to Zhao Dongting: "In my eyes, the sea in front of me is my enemy. No matter how strong he is, I should break it with one sword. Come and try it."

Zhao Dongting also drew his sword and pointed it at the sea.

At this moment, there seemed to be some subtle feeling in his heart, but that feeling made him difficult to understand.

After a while, Le Wufeng asked: "What did the emperor see?"

Zhao Dongting replied with a wry smile: "It's still the sea, but I'm fantasizing about the scene where I cut the sea with one sword."

Le Wuchen smiled and said, "The Emperor is indeed talented. This is the sword intent that you have not yet condensed. Every day, the Emperor must make progress in the sword intent."

Zhao Dongting was a little confused, "Is this the sword intent?"

He thought this was too simple.

"No."

Le Wuchen shook his head again, with an unfathomable smile, and said, "This is a sword intent, but it cannot be considered a true sword intent. When will the emperor reach the realm of seeing that the sea is not a sea, it will be considered a true sword intent. At that time, the sword in your hand will also tremble due to your sword intent."

It was hard for Zhao Dongting to imagine that kind of state, and he never thought that human willpower could really have such great power.

But as he saw with his own eyes, Le used his sword intent to resonate with the long sword, so he naturally would not doubt it anymore.

He looked at the sea surface with his eyes fixedly, trying to imagine the sea surface as something.

But this is easy to think about, but it is extremely difficult to do it.

In his eyes, the sea is always the sea, and it is difficult for him to face the sea to have any emotions, let alone will.

It is not easy for ordinary people to condense all their energy and spirit.

Time passed slowly, Zhao Dongting didn't speak, and Le Wugong didn't speak.

After more than ten minutes, Le Wuchen suddenly spoke: "It takes a very long time to practice sword intent. If the emperor feels bored, Caomin can teach you sword skills. The way of swordsmanship reaches its peak and can also become a great man, just like Murong Chuan, even stronger than him."

Zhao Dongting didn't think much, his eyes were still staring at the sea surface, and said, "No, I just have to practice this sword intent."

If he hadn't seen Le Wuqian's sword intent, he might have thought it was nonsensical and could not even practice it, but now, he would never give up. Zhao Dongting set up a company in his previous life, endured a lot of hardships, and never accepted the word "sacrifice" and now the same is true.

He did not shake his mind because of his free words.

You can do it with no compensation, why can’t you do it?

Zhao Dongting never thought he was worse than anyone else, let alone Le Wuchen said before that he was talented in cultivating sword intent.

Seeing this, Le Wufeng nodded slightly, and a smile appeared in his eyes. His words just now were really trying to test Zhao Dongting's perseverance.

As the saying goes, good apprentices will be taught to starve the master to death. In ancient times, the rules for collecting apprentices were extremely strict. Even handymen such as tiles and carpenters had to do many days of craftsmanship at the master's home for free. They would only teach them when the master recognized his character. Most of them would not teach the things that were in the bottom of the box, let alone kung fu. This is also the reason why there were peerless powerful people in the martial arts world of the Southern Song Dynasty, but few profound secret books were circulated in the secular world.

They were naturally more cautious than those of tile carpenters.

Although Zhao Dongting was the emperor, he asked Le Wugong to teach him, and Le Wugong would not not teach him, but if he really abandoned the sword intent and turned to practice sword skills just now, Le Wugong would not teach him wholeheartedly. People without perseverance and obsession would find it difficult to achieve success in any aspect, especially martial arts, because it is extremely difficult to improve martial arts.

Now, Le Wuchen truly recognizes Zhao Dongting. For the sake of Le Chan and Le Wu, he also intends to teach him wholeheartedly.

Three quarters of an hour passed, and the long sword in Zhao Dongting's hand trembled. However, the trembling was because his hands were trembling.

He did not use his internal force, and holding the long sword for an hour was already approaching his limit.

The long sword seemed to have become more than ten thousand pounds in his hands, and it was difficult for him to focus on the sea.

"Your Majesty, that's OK."

Le Wuchen finally spoke, "It's enough for half an hour every day, too much is worse than too much."

Zhao Dongting put down the sword as he spoke, scratched his head embarrassedly, and said, "It's still hard for me to imagine the sea as anything."

Le Wuchen smiled and said, "How can it be so fast? Can the emperor know how long it took for the grass people to reach the state of seeing that the sea is not the sea?"

Zhao Dongting was a little interested, "How long?"

Le Wufeng said slowly: "It took five years for Caomin to persist for a long time for him to finally make the sword tremble."

Zhao Dongting couldn't help swallowing secretly when he heard this.

This has been five years!

You should know that Le Wuchen can rank 37th in the master list, and his talent is definitely not low. This shows how difficult it is to cultivate the sword intent.

But Zhao Dongting did not intend to give up. He knew that the harder it was to achieve, the better it would be.

Le asked Zhao Dongting to rest for a while, and then took him down the mountain.

Go to the forest near the coast at the foot of the mountain.

In front of them, there were several crooked trees hanging around the city with more than ten rings woven from fine grass, the size of fists. These grass rings were obviously extremely light, and were blown by the sea breeze on the sea surface, and they kept rippling.

Le Wuqian asked Zhao Dongting to stand in the middle of the circle surrounded by the crooked neck tree and said, "Your Majesty wants to use a sword to stab these grass rings."

Zhao Dongting thought it was easy, so he pulled the sword and stabbed it, but even stabbed two swords, but he failed to stab the sword into the middle of the grass ring.

He tried to slow down, and after about a few breaths, he finally stabbed the sword into the middle of the grass ring.

Le Wufeng smiled slightly and said, "When will the emperor be able to stab all these grass rings within three breaths? Sword technique will be considered a small success."

Zhao Dongting was a little stunned.

These grass rings were blown and shaken by the wind. Not to mention how difficult it is to stab them all in three breaths, it is not easy to just use the sword so many times in three breaths.

And Le Wuquan said that this was just a small success.

After being stunned, Zhao Dongting asked, "Senior, can Murong Chuan be considered a great achievement in swordsmanship?"

Le Wuchen nodded and said, "Although he is not good at character, his swordsmanship has really reached the level of great success."

Zhao Dongting said again: "Then if he comes to stab him, how much can he do?"

Le Wuchen didn't say anything, but suddenly pulled out his long sword and jumped up.

He jumped very high until under the crooked tree's cover, his body kept moving in the air, and his long sword kept refracting cold light, and he couldn't even see the shadow.

After three breaths, his figure had already passed by several crooked trees and landed on the ground.

There are no leaves on the sword.

However, countless leaves fell down on the crooked tree.

Zhao Dongting looked at the falling leaves, his eyes wide open, full of shock. Because these leaves were actually broken from the petiole, and no leaf was damaged in any of them.

In other words, every sword of Le Wuqian stabbed in the places where leaves and branches were connected.

That's much smaller than a grass ring.

And Le fell to the ground for free and said, "In terms of swordsmanship, Murong Chuan is a little stronger than me."

Zhao Dongting was completely stupid on the spot.
Chapter completed!