29: Sword Saint Transmission

"I didn't expect Little Li's swordsmanship to be this outstanding; he's actually holding his own against Old Yu." Ji Chunhua looked at Li Xiuwu in surprise.

He and Yu ChengHui were old friends who had collaborated on movies many times, so he was familiar with his swordsmanship.

Cheng Zhen and several other martial arts directors were also dumbfounded. They certainly knew Yu ChengHui's strength. They hadn't expected such a young Li Xiuwu to have swordsmanship that was actually not below his.

Shu Chang clenched her fists, her eyes shining with brilliance. She thought to herself, "If I go back and tell Yifei, she certainly won't believe it."

Li Xiuwu circled around Yu ChengHui for half a turn without finding an opening.

When he walked to the east side, perhaps due to the sunlight, he saw a momentary trance in Yu ChengHui's gaze, and he struck with his sword instantly.

Yu ChengHui's reaction was also very fast. Relying on his seasoned experience, he made an instant judgment, stepped to the left, and slashed diagonally upward with his two-handed sword.

Li Xiuwu suddenly changed direction, treading in an arc.

He was younger, had better physical fitness, and his figure was elusive as he circled around Yu ChengHui. Realizing the position of the sun, he seized this advantage, always staying in the east, with his back to the sun and his sword shining with silver light.

The sword in his hand was sometimes like a light breeze brushing against a willow, sometimes like a nimble swallow skimming the water. His sword moves connected smoothly, and every style carried a rhythm that was almost artistic, as if they were not sparring, but performing an ancient shamanic dance under the sunlight.

His swordsmanship was already gorgeous and ethereal, and under the sunlight, it appeared even more magnificent and brilliant.

Only Yu ChengHui could feel the danger beneath that gorgeous and brilliant sword edge.

Yu ChengHui was experienced and felt excited instead when encountering such an opponent.

He responded to all changes with constancy, holding his double swords, using his waist to generate power, and every swing, slash, and thrust was full of force.

Under Li Xiuwu's attack, he kept his surroundings tightly guarded while finding opportunities to counterattack, compressing Li Xiuwu's space for maneuvering.

His swordsmanship was closer to actual combat, with quite a bit of ancient battlefield intent; there were no redundant movements, pursuing the maximum lethality along the shortest path.

The silicone sword in his hand actually vaguely emitted the aura of a heavy weapon.

Suddenly, after what seemed like an exhausted spin, Li Xiuwu's sword momentum twisted strangely, backhanding and thrusting from an impossible angle, with the sword tip pointing directly at Yu ChengHui's chin.

This move was dangerous, yet also gorgeous and profound.

Yu ChengHui was also startled by this sword strike. At the critical moment, he shook his arms violently, his double swords wrapping around his head, parrying Li Xiuwu's sword, and then slashing back in one motion, attacking with an attack, forcing Li Xiuwu to retract his sword to defend.

"Clang!"

The two swords clashed, and both retreated a step.

"No more fighting. You kid don't play by the rules, bullying an old man like me for lacking stamina, and using the sunlight to bully this old man's fading eyesight." Yu ChengHui put away his double swords, his forehead covered in light sweat. Although he was scolding, his eyes were bright.

Both men's swordsmanship had its own merits, but he understood that his stamina was not as good as Li Xiuwu's, and Li Xiuwu, despite being young, was very composed and understood how to utilize every opportunity.

If it continued, it would only be a matter of his own stamina failing and him being defeated by Li Xiuwu seizing the opportunity.

After all, he was old, he lamented inwardly.

"I was just being competitive, and since my strength is lacking, I had no choice but to resort to this inferior strategy." Li Xiuwu regulated his breathing and apologized with a fist salute.

"Hahaha. A sword duel is about seizing every advantage."

"Your set of swordsmanship is already extraordinary, gorgeous and brilliant, with transformations between real and fake, it's just that you lack experience in facing enemies."

"This old man often spars with people, so my rich experience has already given me the upper hand." Yu ChengHui was not angry at Li Xiuwu's trickery; on the contrary, he admired Li Xiuwu's keen observation and utilization of nature.

Li Xiuwu bowed respectfully: "Teacher Yu's sword is like a mountain, with offense and defense integrated; this junior has benefited greatly."

"Do you want to learn?" Yu ChengHui suddenly asked him.

Li Xiuwu was stunned; he saw the serious expression on Yu ChengHui's face.

Without waiting for his answer, Yu ChengHui said: "I don't have many scenes. We can practice for a while every morning. How much you can learn depends on your ability."

"Thank you, Teacher Yu." Li Xiuwu thanked him.

"Good." Just then, someone shouted, and applause broke out. Everyone joined in; such a brilliant sword duel was likely something they wouldn't see a few times in a lifetime.

Wang Xinming watched the brilliant exchange of the two's swordsmanship in the camera playback, overjoyed.

The only regret was that the swords they used didn't have a very good texture.

Shu Chang trotted over, her eyes shining: "That was too wonderful! Better to watch than filming!"

The moves in filming were all choreographed, so they didn't look that good when being shot, and sometimes they had to stop after a few strikes to make adjustments.

"This wasn't fun at all." Li Xiuwu said, his agitated blood slowly calming down.

He hadn't felt the danger while immersed in it, but now thinking back, he felt a bit of lingering fear. There were a few times he had almost been pierced by Yu ChengHui's sword; no matter who got injured, it wouldn't be a small matter.

Within the crew, everyone had much more respect for Li Xiuwu; capable people are looked at differently wherever they go.

From then on, every morning, he practiced sword with Yu ChengHui and observed Yu ChengHui's swordsmanship.

[Detected that the Host is receiving the Sword Saint's transmission of the Dharma; Comprehension Aura activated.]

In Li Xiuwu's eyes, he saw the trajectory of the two-handed sword, and every movement of generating power was undisguised in his eyes.

Three days later, Yu ChengHui looked at him with the expression of seeing a monster.

"You've learned it."

If he hadn't created this swordsmanship himself, he would have suspected that Li Xiuwu already knew it.

"Maybe I have a bit of talent for swordsmanship." Li Xiuwu touched his hair and said helplessly.

"You are simply a genius at swordsmanship." Yu ChengHui suddenly became happy, but after a while, he began to feel regretful.

"What's wrong, Teacher Yu?" Li Xiuwu asked curiously, seeing Yu ChengHui's expression changing continuously.

"It's a pity you were born in the wrong era. If it were in ancient times, you would definitely have been able to carve out a world for yourself." Yu ChengHui shook his head. In today's society, it no longer allows people to fight.

"I actually think the modern era is quite good." Li Xiuwu shook his head.

Yu ChengHui also collected his thoughts and reminded him: "The key to the two-handed sword is not in the two hands; the essence of the swordsmanship lies in the timing of the conversion between one-handed and two-handed. One-handed is flexible, two-handed is swift, and the power is stronger."

"Thank you for your guidance, Teacher Yu." Li Xiuwu bowed solemnly.

Yu ChengHui waved his hand: "I became famous in my youth with the Drunken Sword, and later, by observing a mantis in the rain, I created the Mantis Sword through the Forest. These are the foundations of my two-handed sword technique. Let's see how much you can learn." Yu ChengHui shook his head and picked up the sword to demonstrate the Drunken Sword.

He felt Li Xiuwu's talent for swordsmanship and wanted to pass on everything he had learned in his life.

[Detected that the Host is receiving the Sword Saint's transmission of the Dharma; Comprehension Aura is activating.]

"Genius, truly a genius. What a pity, what a real pity." Yu ChengHui watched Li Xiuwu practicing the sword, feeling both happy and lost.

Li Xiuwu learned the swordsmanship very quickly, and Yu ChengHui ended his scenes amidst this mood.

"Goodbye, Teacher Yu." Li Xiuwu personally sent him off the set.

"I hope you won't let down this talent for swordsmanship." Yu ChengHui said this at the end, then sighed again.

What if he didn't let it down? The martial arts world had already disappeared, and learning martial arts was no different from juggling now.

Li Xiuwu did not promise to carry forward the swordsmanship; as long as one dared to use this stuff, it would be a three-year sentence at the very least.

If mutual harm were allowed, could swordsmanship still compare to marksmanship?

Yu ChengHui's wrap-up meant that the Beijing scenes were over, and the crew also transferred locations.

"Liu Yifei, stop dressing it up randomly. It's a cat; it's most comfortable when it's clean and simple."

Before leaving, Li Xiuwu went to distribute bonuses to the staff of Zulong Studio and Dream Time.

Additionally, he entrusted Little Lion to Liu Yifei's care.

"Got it, I won't do that again." Liu Yifei guaranteed she wouldn't mess around with Little Lion anymore.

"What about your Courtyard House?" she asked.

"I've arranged for people to come and clean it regularly." Li Xiuwu said. He looked at Liu Yifei and thought for a moment before saying: "If you want to come and stay, come anytime. I'll give you a key."

"Really?" Liu Yifei was pleasantly surprised. She had stayed at Li Xiuwu's Courtyard House a few times and loved the feeling there too much.

Li Xiuwu gave her a key.

Finishing everything in Beijing, he followed the crew to Sichuan's Xiling Snow Mountain for filming.