Simultaneous Transmigration: My Strength Comes Entirely from My Own

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The whole process was smooth and natural, like flowing water, without any hindrance.

Chapter 235: Martial Arts Chronicle: Enjoying Fine Wine, Afei

Upon seeing this, Li Xunhuan raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of surprise and admiration flashing in his eyes.

Although he had been through many years in the martial arts world and had seen countless masters, he was extremely rare to find someone like Luke who could manipulate external objects with such exquisite internal energy.

His effortless and composed demeanor, in particular, inspires admiration.

Tie Chuanjia stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief. As Li Xunhuan's loyal servant, he was well aware of the mysteries of martial arts, but this move was clearly beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"Excellent!" Li Xunhuan couldn't help but clap his hands in admiration. "Your internal strength is truly astounding!"

As the last drop of wine fell into Luke's mouth, he gently set down the wine jar, turned his gaze back to Li Xunhuan, and smiled, "Good wine! This brother is indeed a remarkable person; even his way of inviting someone for drinks is so unique."

Upon hearing this, Li Xunhuan laughed heartily and said, "Brother Lu, you flatter me. I see that you are also an extraordinary person. It is truly fate that we meet here today. Come, let's have another drink!"

After saying that, Li Xunhuan took out a jar of wine from the carriage and threw it to Luke.

Luke reached out and caught it, broke the mud seal, and began to drink heartily right there in the speeding carriage.

Luke doesn't really like alcohol and doesn't usually drink it; he prefers tea.

However, when Luke meets someone he likes, he can still drink a few jars of liquor.

Although Luke disliked Li Xunhuan's dark history of sending women away, he had to admit that Li Xunhuan was an absolutely qualified friend because he was truly willing to give his life for his friends.

Li Xunhuan is also known as the "Six-Like Gentleman." These six characteristics are: a lover of wine, a spendthrift, a friend-to-be, a lightning-fast slasher, a fierce hater of evil, and a fearless warrior.

Such a person will never betray you once you become friends; of course, such a person will also suffer greatly if betrayed by a friend.

"You treated me to a drink, so I'll treat you to one too. Here you go."

Luke reached out and a jar of old wine flew out of his carriage. He broke the clay seal, and the aroma of the wine filled the air, as if it could instantly awaken a dormant taste bud.

Li Xunhuan took a light sniff and immediately concluded that the wine had been aged for at least twenty years. The passage of time had made it more mellow, with a fragrant aroma that was intoxicating.

"Please!" Luke smiled slightly, his eyes sparkling with appreciation and anticipation for Li Xunhuan.

With a flick of his wrist, a wisp of wine flew lightly from the wine jar, as if given life, transforming into a water ball, carrying a wisp of wine fragrance, and flying towards Li Xunhuan.

Seeing this, Li Xunhuan smiled. He knew Luke's martial arts skills and character well and was not afraid of any hidden secrets in the sudden wine.

He didn't move, but slightly opened his mouth, as if he had some kind of tacit understanding with the wine, steadily catching the liquid and swallowing it.

Li Xunhuan took the wine, and its taste was mellow and lingering, as if twenty years of life had been condensed on his tongue, turning into a wisp of refreshing air that went straight into his heart.

He couldn't help but clap his hands and exclaim, "This gentleman is truly generous, willing to share such fine wine with others!"

Luke smiled slightly, raised the jar to his lips, and said leisurely, "Wine is meant to be enjoyed with close friends. To savor it alone would be to waste its goodness. Besides, your generosity and carefree attitude are truly admirable."

Luke doesn't really have any particular fondness for alcohol; he neither dislikes nor dislikes it.

However, Yin Tianxue, as the older sister, considered that her younger brother was going on a trip, so she made all the necessary preparations. She even secretly took out the fine wine that Yin Hao had hidden away and put it in Luke's carriage.

"Shut up!"

Suddenly, both carriages stopped at the same time.

Not for any other reason, but because there was one more person ahead of us.

Although the official road was wide, it could only allow two carriages to travel at the same time. However, there was now a person in front of us, and if we didn't stop, we would probably crash into him.

"Brother, I'm afraid we should stop for a moment and discuss who should go first!"

Luke narrowed his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said to Li Xunhuan.

He had a pretty good idea who the young man in front of him was.

The man walked very slowly, but never stopped. Although he heard the sounds of carriage bells and horses, he never turned around!

He had neither an umbrella nor a hat, and the melting snow trickled down his face and neck; he was wearing only a very thin garment.

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But his back remained straight, and he was as strong as iron; neither ice and snow, severe cold, fatigue, exhaustion, nor hunger could break him.

His eyebrows were thick, his eyes were large, his thin lips were pressed into a line, and his straight nose made his face look even thinner.

This face easily evokes images of granite: stubborn, resolute, indifferent, and apathetic towards everything, even himself.

The man had a sword hanging at his waist, but strictly speaking, it couldn't really be called a sword. It was just a piece of iron a little over three feet long, without a blade, a hilt, or even a handle. It was just two pieces of cork nailed to it, which served as the handle.

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However, Luke would not underestimate this sword, because within it he sensed the purest sword energy he had ever perceived.

Although he had never encountered many swordsmen.

Speaking of swords, Luke also has a Heavenly Dragon Sword in his carriage.

Luke has never used the Heavenly Dragon Sword since he obtained it; it's no exaggeration to say it's been gathering dust.

But there was nothing he could do, because since he entered the martial arts world, he had been able to defeat many opponents with his bare hands, without needing a sword at all.

Moreover, with his current physical strength, even without using internal energy, he is definitely no less powerful than any divine weapon in the world, making the Heavenly Dragon Sword somewhat useless to Luke.

But there was nothing he could do; when he first picked up the sword, Luke never imagined he could improve so quickly.

Kendo is different from other martial arts. Those who can truly master Kendo have a destructive power far exceeding that of ordinary people.

In Luke's opinion, although the sword energy of the person in front of him was pure, he had not yet entered the realm of swordsmanship.

The sword energy was purely a product of his state of mind.

Having lived in the wilderness since childhood, he made a living by hunting, and the sword in his hand was his hunting tool. Although he was able to be unaffected by objects, he had not yet mastered the art of swordsmanship and could only kill people with his sword.

Killing can be done with knives or guns, any of the eighteen weapons; there's nothing special about it.

However, Luke had high hopes for this person to become a master of swordsmanship, not for any other reason than that he was Tobi.

Chapter 236: Martial Arts Chronicle: A Fei's Companionship

Luke and Li Xunhuan discussed for a long time but couldn't decide who should go first.

In the end, Luke stopped caring about all that and spoke directly to the person in front of him.

"Hey buddy, it's freezing cold out there, why don't you come up for a drink to warm up?"

Luke knew perfectly well who was in front of him; dressed like that, it was none other than the fledgling swordsman, A Fei.

Ah Fei turned around and said coldly, "I won't drink wine that I didn't buy!"

Indifference seems to be Afei's underlying nature. Having lived in the wilderness for many years and been surrounded by wild beasts, he seems to not know how to get along with humans. However, understanding reveals that Afei is not indifferent, but rather simple and direct, because the world of wild beasts is inherently simple and pure.

"This sword is quite nice!"

Luke drove the carriage slowly, and suddenly steered the topic of "June 13th" to the sword at Afei's waist.

At this moment, a smile finally appeared on Afei's face.

"It is a good sword to begin with."

The quality of a sword depends not only on its material but also on its wielder. A wooden sword in the hands of Dugu Qiubai can still defeat all heroes and dominate the martial world, making it impossible for anyone to defeat him. So who can say that the wooden sword is not a good sword?

The young man's confidence in claiming his sword was a fine one naturally stemmed from his great confidence in his swordsmanship.

In reality, this boy had never systematically practiced any sword techniques. His swordsmanship was honed in the wilderness for survival, by training on wild beasts. It seemed disorganized, but in fact, it adhered to the law of the jungle, with everything done solely for survival. When he thrust his sword, if the enemy didn't die, he himself would.

The most important aspect of this swordsmanship is its savage and primal will; its strikes are swift and decisive, making it the purest form of swordsmanship.

However, Ah Fei's swordsmanship can only be called swordsmanship now; it is still far from the true way of the sword.

To comprehend the way of the sword, it is not enough to just bury yourself in hard practice; you must also experience the world. Only by experiencing more can you gain more understanding. When you integrate your own experiences into your sword, the sword intent is formed, and you have entered the gate of the way of the sword.

Nowadays, no matter how fast his swordsmanship is or how sharp his sword energy is, A-Fei can only be described as a swordsmanship.

Of course, just knowing swordsmanship doesn't necessarily mean you can't kill those who have already entered the path of swordsmanship. While comprehending sword intent can certainly enhance a person's swordsmanship's lethality, when it comes to a real fight, who can control that? All factors must be considered.

It was ultimately inconvenient for two carriages to travel side by side on the official road, so Luke eventually let Li Xunhuan and the others pass first.

He believed he would have plenty of opportunities to try out Li Xunhuan's flying dagger, and that he would eventually meet Li Xunhuan again.

When passing by A-Fei, Li Xunhuan, like Luke, wanted to invite A-Fei to get in the car for drinks and a rest, but A-Fei refused with the words, "I won't drink wine that I didn't buy."

Next, only Luke and Afei, along with Zhao Yun who was still practicing his skills inside the carriage, remained on the official road.

The man and the carriage traveled together for a while, but they only exchanged one sentence throughout the entire journey, after which there was an awkward silence. Despite the wind and snow, the young man braved the elements, glancing at Luke from time to time with a puzzled expression. It seemed that neither the wind and snow nor the falling leaves could affect Tong Jie even an inch around him, and the young man could see very clearly that this was not achieved by any protective aura, nor even by martial arts.

Young people are always curious, and no matter how calm he appears, he can't help but ask questions.

"how did you do it?"

The boy's sincere question made Luke's lips curl into a slight smile, and he spoke.

"It's not a great skill, just some illusions, but you have to start practicing from a young age and you also need talent. It's like a child's skill."

Upon hearing this, Afei immediately lost interest. He simply asked if he could learn it. He said that if he could, it would make things much easier when he was exposed to the elements or when storms came. Since he couldn't learn it, then so be it.

Actually, Luke was lying. His ability to resist wind and snow was both difficult and easy. It mainly depended on the fact that he had already mastered the Heaven and Earth True Scripture. The primordial energy of heaven and earth was constantly flowing into his body, circulating internally and externally in perfect harmony. Before the wind and snow could even get close to his body, they were blocked by his internal force. It was a passive skill, a high level of cultivation.

"Why are you following me?"

Almost half an hour had passed, and Luke's carriage was still slowly following beside him. Finally, Afei couldn't hold back any longer and asked.

"I just want to see how long you can keep going like this."

Luke smiled slightly and said something that left Afei completely baffled.

"I can walk for a long time."

For some reason, Afei also gave a reply that seemed like a dubious statement to him.

The original Fei would never have uttered a single word like that, but for some reason, he couldn't help but say it when facing Luke.

And he wasn't lying; he really could walk for a long time.

Ah Fei lives in the wilderness, and has been living alone ever since his mother died.

In order to survive, he learned to hunt, and the most important thing in hunting is not how strong the hunter is, but that he must have both endurance and patience.

Once, in order to catch his prey, he buried himself in a snowdrift for three days and three nights, drinking ice and swallowing snow, just to wait for the prey to pass by before delivering a fatal blow.

Having had such an experience, Ah Fei has no shortage of patience and endurance. Even if he walks thousands of miles and his soles are worn out, as long as he wants to keep going, he will definitely continue.