My Cold And Beautiful Wife Chapter 955

LSG Chapter 0955 What are you doing staring blankly

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Ye Fan felt that he needed to think about it quietly by himself. Otherwise, if he walked and watched like this, he would not know where to start.

If he hadn't known that the Ling Family's father and son wouldn't lie to him, he would have thought this was nonsense. How could there be such a "sword manual"?

Ling Qingfeng replied, "Of course you can. Then, White light and I will leave first. Don't worry and watch here, Mr. Ye. No one from the Hidden Sword Hall will come in today."

"Many thanks, Elder Ling." Ye Fan knew that this was a great trust in him. After all, the Hidden Sword Pavilion was the most important place in Mount Shu.

"Hehe, Mr. Ye is too polite. Mr. Ye has done us great kindness, not to mention that for thousands of years, the Imperial Sword Technique has been bitterly searching for an heir.

"With Mr. Ye's great talent, he might be able to reproduce this mysterious sword art." Ling Qingfeng laughed.

Ye Fan forced a smile, "I'm still confused, so let's just take a look first. I don't dare to say that I have a greater talent than so many seniors. Actually, I also spend my time and practice hard. Elder Ling, please don't have too much hope."

"Mr. Ye, there's no need to be modest. We won't disturb you any longer, so we'll be leaving first."

Ling Qingfeng and Ling Baiyi did not say anything, turned around and left the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

He waited until the secret chamber quieted down, calmed his heart, and began to look through the sword slashes one by one.

As he read, he tried to figure out what kind of sword path could remove these sword scars.

And between these sword slashes, what patterns and connections could there be?

But when he took a rough look at the sword marks, he saw that there were thousands of them, extending from the bottom all the way to the seven to eight meter high stone wall.

Unknowingly, the sky began to darken. Fortunately, Ye Fan's eyes were still dim, and he could see clearly, so he wasn't too affected by it.

Moonlight hit the mirror in the middle of the room. The mirror started to reflect the moonlight, and the surrounding stone walls became even more blurry.

Ye Fan stood there for so long, and he had already memorized most of the sword wounds, but he was still unable to find anything.

Therefore, Ye Fan simply laid down, and looked up at the entire sword mark that surrounded the stone wall.

After observing again and again, Ye Fan suddenly discovered that there were a few sword marks. Lying there and looking, it seemed to look a little different than when he was standing.

Ye Fan frowned and quickly got up. After finding a sword mark, he stood, squatted, and lay down. After looking at it from a different angle, he realized that this sword mark seemed to have been drawn while he was lying down.

This was because the lower side of the sword mark was slightly more worn out. This meant that the angle of the sword was directed towards him.

Under normal circ.u.mstances, a sword wouldn't create such a mark. After all, a warrior's height couldn't be compared to a dwarf wielding a sword here …

The reason why there were such sword scars was because the Imperial Sword Technique's sword was not in the hands of a person, but instead freely attacked from all angles …

Ye Fan's mind suddenly quivered! That's right! When he looked at the sword marks, he could not see them from a human's point of view, but from a sword's point of view!

Because, in a certain sense, the trace left behind by the Imperial Sword Technique was not 'man-made', but rather 'sword in action'!

After coming to this conclusion, Ye Fan began to look at every single sword mark again. He imagined that if he was the same flying sword that had flown back and forth that year, leaving behind these scars...

Then, what about his trajectory, method of exertion, change in frequency …

In order to get a better look at these sword marks, Ye Fan jumped down, and from time to time, he would climb up to the stone wall through some protruding stones.

Relying on his astonis.h.i.+ng physical strength, he continued to look at the sword slashes from all angles.

Ye Fan was like a sponge, crazily absorbing the information left behind by every sword mark in the secret room. How did that legendary ancient sword immortal do all this?

Unknowingly, Ye Fan also didn't know how much time had pa.s.sed. He was already sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed. His mind was filled with sword marks, and each one of them had a much clearer history than before.

"Even if he knew the flying trajectory of the sword, how could he control it so easily? The connecting speed in the middle and the way he flew seem to be different as well …"

Ye Fan muttered to himself. He originally thought that he could understand these sword wounds, but he discovered that the deeper he looked, the more things he could not understand!

"Forget it, since I have already memorized it, I will leave first." Seeing that it was already late and his stomach was panicking, Ye Fan walked out of the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

The moon hung high in the sky, and the night wind was blowing gently.

Arriving at the entrance of the Sword Pavilion, he saw four disciples of Mount Shu who were at the Body Refinement Realm guarding the entrance.

"Mr. Ye, you're out." The leader respectfully bowed.

Ye Fan nodded, "When did you come? Didn't Elder Ling say that no one will come today?"

The disciple was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Mr. Ye might be too obsessed, you have already stayed inside for two days and nights, today is the third day's night."

"What?!" Ye Fan was stunned. He hurriedly took out his phone, but it was almost out of battery and there was no signal inside.

Indeed! The third day!

Ye Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Elder Ling and the others are also serious, they didn't come and tell me."

"Both the Great Elder and the Sect Leader have come before. They told us not to disturb Mr. Ye." The disciple said with a smile.

Ye Fan smiled and nodded, patted that person's shoulder, and then walked back to his room.

Just as he arrived at the guest room, he saw Ling Yuwei standing at the door with a basket in her hands.

"Miss Ling?" Ye Fan was puzzled, "You were waiting for me?"

"Nonsense, I'm not waiting for you, am I?" Ling Yuwei rolled her eyes.

Ye Fan strangely said, "How did you know I was coming back?"

Ling Yuwei made a hand gesture with her hand, saying, "I told the senior brother in charge of the Hidden Sword Pavilion that you came out. Call me."

Ye Fan felt a little strange in his heart. Why does this woman care about him so much?

Looking at the basket that the woman was holding, which seemed to be a lunchbox, he felt that the matter had become more subtle. He asked, "Miss Ling, are you afraid that I'll get hungry?"

"Haven't eaten in three days. Aren't you hungry?" Ling Yuwei retorted.

"Hungry," Ye Fan answered truthfully, and then smiled embarra.s.sedly, "I was fine just now, but now I smell the scent of food and immediately get hungry."

Ling Yuwei seemed rather happy, "I knew it, go in. The food's still hot, I just took it out from the kitchen."

Although Ye Fan's heart felt warm, he couldn't help but feel strange. It was so late, could it be that this woman had been waiting for him to come out? Otherwise, how could they prepare the food so quickly and send it here?

"What are you standing there for? "Quickly go in!" Ling Yuwei said.

Ye Fan replied with an "Oh" and opened the door. He entered and was about to take the basket when he saw that Ling Yuwei had already entered the room. It seemed that she didn't intend to send him off after that. Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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