Eternal Life: I'm Grinding Experience in the Patrol Division

The sword gleamed fiercely, and after practicing for who knows how long, Song Changming finally stopped to rest.

Only then did he notice that Liu Xiangnan had been watching him practice swordsmanship for a long time in the prison.

"Where did you get the sword skills of the Great Perfection Realm, and the skills of the Ghost Sword Faction?" Seeing Song Changming stop, Liu Xiangnan asked.

"I got it by chance." Seeing that the other party seemed to understand the Soul-Breaking Sword, Song Changming could not help but approach again.

Although he did not say too much, Liu Xiangnan had traveled around for many years and guessed something.

"You are not an orthodox descendant of the Ghost Sword Faction, and you probably only got one or two moves by chance. You are so young but you can practice to perfection. Your martial arts talent is really good." Liu Xiangnan recognized Song Changming's attainments in swordsmanship.

In fact, he did not dislike patrol guards like Song Changming. When Song Changming stopped the prisoner car, he was just following orders and fulfilling his duties.

What he really hated were those corrupt officials who bent the law for personal gain, not all the court officials.

Among them, there were naturally honest officials who were concerned about the country and the people, and they were equally worthy of admiration.

Song Changming thought about it and asked, "Senior, this knife is too sinister, is there any taboo in using it?"

This is what he has always been worried about. He doesn't know much about this ghost knife faction. In the future, when he uses the knife, it will be defined as a crooked way by people who know the goods, which will be really troublesome.

Liu Xiangnan said frankly: "In the past, there were indeed several evil people among the disciples of the Ghost Sword faction, and everyone in the Ghost Sword sect wanted to kill them.

Later, the Ghost Sword faction declined, and the sword skills inheritance was fragmented and spread all over the place. Many people who were not Ghost Sword disciples also learned the sword skills of the faction, which was no longer a taboo martial art.

In my opinion, there is no distinction between good and evil in sword skills. The real difference between good and evil is the person who uses the sword."

Song Changming understood. From Liu Xiangnan, he learned that this Ghost Sword faction was probably very prosperous in the past, but now it has disappeared. The set of soul-breaking swords he mastered is not a big problem.

This is not the core inheritance of the Ghost Sword faction.

Knowing this made him feel a little relieved. He just wanted this set of sword skills that he relied on to not involve some messy troubles.

"Thank you for the information." Song Changming bowed to Liu Xiangnan in the prison.

"It's just a small matter." Liu Xiangnan said, staring at Song Changming for a long time, and suddenly said.

"I have a set of Feiyan Kung Fu, and I don't want it to be lost in my hands. If you are interested, you might as well learn it."

"This" Song Changming was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Liu Xiangnan to want to pass on his martial arts to him before he died.

In fact, Liu Xiangnan had no choice.

Not to mention that he was determined to die, even if he could survive, his arms were broken and his skills were gone. He would never have the chance to pick up a sword again.

Now he wanted to continue his martial arts, so he could only teach it to Song Changming.

Even if he changed a patrol guard, he was not talented enough and could not learn his martial arts in a short time.

"If you want to learn, I will teach you. If you don't want to, I won't force you." Liu Xiangnan said slowly.

"Learn." Song Changming had nothing to hesitate about.

Although he mastered a set of soul-breaking swords, it did not prevent him from learning more other martial arts skills, which was always beneficial.

What's more, the martial arts experience of a famous hero like Liu Xiangnan is worth a million silver!

"Okay, my Feiyan Kung Fu is mainly based on Feiyan style and Feiyan light body skills, and emphasizes the unity of body and shape."

Liu Xiangnan didn't waste any words. After getting Song Changming's reply, he immediately started teaching.

Song Changming listened carefully and simply sat cross-legged, with an iron fence between them.

One taught inside and the other learned outside.

He didn't stop all night.

It must be said that having a living master to lead the way and teach by example is much more efficient and useful than his previous guessing at the pictures and texts on the parchment.

Coupled with his "God rewards hard work" training state bonus, Song Changming got what he wanted in just two nights.

[Feiyan Style: Not yet started (0/200)]

[Feiyan Light Body Skill: Not yet started (0/200)]

Two new martial arts information items were added to the panel.

One high-level sword skill, one high-level light body skill.

These are the two core martial arts that Liu Xiangnan relies on the most.

Compared with low-level martial arts, high-level martial arts are more mysterious and precious, more difficult to practice, and require higher personal qualifications.

This is reflected in the fact that from the beginning, the experience points required are more than low-level martial arts.

"Thank you!" It was dawn outside the iron window, and Song Changming stood up and interrupted tonight's teaching.

"Although I use a sword and you use a knife, my Feiyan style is more special and is not limited to the category of weapons. Using a sword is a sword skill, and using a knife is a knife skill.

You originally have the great success of the ghost knife faction knife skill as a foundation. For you, it is not difficult to get started with Feiyan style. However, my light body skill, as you are the first contact, you may need to spend more time to explore before you can master it."

Based on his own martial arts experience, Liu Xiangnan gave Song Changming as many useful suggestions and guidance as possible in the shortest time.

Song Changming wrote them down one by one.

Before leaving, he felt more complicated.

He had not been with Liu Xiangnan for a long time, but he felt more and more sorry for his ending.

He did not want to say much, but he could not help but say before leaving the prison: "When a person dies, everything is over. For you, this is just an escape. Only when you are alive can you have the opportunity to make up for your regrets and relieve your pain.

If you ever had an ambition, you might as well think about it.”

After saying that, Song Changming walked away.

He had no way to prevent Liu Xiangnan from being beheaded, he just wanted this great hero not to be so determined to die.

If that one in ten thousand chance of survival really appeared, he hoped that the other party would not give up easily at that time.

Liu Xiangnan leaned against the wall with his eyes closed, not knowing what he was thinking, and did not respond to Song Changming's words.

A few days later, the patrol team guarding the prison changed shifts, and Song Changming could not go to the prison, and returned to his daily work mode.

Evening

As Liu Xiangnan said, with a solid foundation in swordsmanship, the experience value of Feiyan style increased very quickly, more than ten points in one night.

The experience value of the light body skill increased much slower, only two or three points in one night, and this was the result of his "God rewards hard work".

In the past few days, as more and more serious criminals were beheaded, it was finally Liu Xiangnan's turn after five days.

Song Changming was still responsible for escorting him all the way to the execution ground.

"It's a pity that I can't have a few drinks with you at the same table." In the prison car, Liu Xiangnan suddenly whispered, as if talking to himself.

Song Changming was walking beside him, knowing that he was talking to him, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at him.

After not seeing each other for a few days, Liu Xiangnan's physical condition looked even weaker, and his increasingly thin appearance seemed lifeless.

Song Changming sighed secretly and didn't reply.