Chapter 192

Yang Xuan is willing to take an Tianhe as his teacher just to make each other happy, but he really doesn't have the patience to listen to people talk about these things he has already mastered.

"That's right. Look at my brain. I'm old and confused. Ha ha, I forgot this stubble."

An Tianhe laughed at himself.

"Ha ha, I can't blame you. You just want to teach me skills. Why don't you come here first today. When I find a good sword in a while, our teachers and disciples will..."

Yang Xuan finally breathed a sigh of relief and found a good excuse.

"Don't bother!"

An Tianhe waved his big hand, "disciple, please follow me!"

With that, he strode towards an independent small house in the corner. Yang Xuan didn't know where he was, so he had to follow up.

There are some sundries in the small room. It looks like a sundry room. Yang Xuan doesn't understand why an Tianhe brought him here.

An Tianhe didn't explain too much. With a mysterious smile, he turned a vase and heard a squeak. There was a channel of one meter and five square on the ground.

I didn't think there was a dark room here.

"Disciple, please follow me!"

An Tianhe takes Yang Xuan down the steps to the basement.

When the light turned on, Yang Xuan found that it was a sword hiding room, with all kinds of long swords hanging on the walls around.

"This is my sword storage Pavilion. I don't allow ordinary people to come in. These swords have been collected by me for decades. You can pick one at will. When you pick it, I'll continue to teach you to practice swords!"

An Tianhe said proudly.

Yang Xuan is sweating violently. I'm afraid I can't escape today.

With an Tianhe's worth, the long swords collected are naturally not ordinary. The dozens of long swords hanging on the walls around are also top-grade.

But this is only relative to ordinary people. In the eyes of top experts like Yang Xuan, it is actually like a pile of scrap iron.

However, in order to make the other party happy, Yang Xuan pretended to pick it up carefully, and then picked up an octagonal bronze sword from the Warring States period.

"Disciple, good eyesight!"

An Tianhe praised, "this sword is an ancient relic of the Warring States period. It is a treasure sword that general level talents are qualified to wear. It is the most precious one here. In the future, this sword will belong to you!"

"Thank you, old man... Thank you, master!"

Yang Xuan smiled, but he liked the amiable old man more and more.

This octagonal bronze sword is indeed an antique of the Warring States period. Although it can only be regarded as a vulgar thing, it was not made by a famous sword maker.

But at least it's also a well preserved antique. It's OK to sell it for millions on the market, but old man an dumped it to him.

"Master, we've only met for the first time. If you give me such a valuable thing, you're not afraid that I'll roll it away?"

Yang Xuan smiled and joked.

An Tianhe said seriously, "since you call me master, I have to treat you as half a son. Since you are half a son, don't mention a sword. Don't you young people like sports cars or something? You can pick one up and drive away in my garage later."

"Although fame and wealth should be taken lightly, since you are half my son, you can't lose face. I can't see you worse than other young people!"

Yang Xuan was stunned. He didn't know why. He suddenly felt his nose sour.

Although he has everything that countless people envy, wealth and status, he has reached the peak.

He has enjoyed the splendor and wealth in this world, which is sought after by thousands of people, but he has always lacked one thing in his heart: family affection.

He is an orphan and has never experienced the taste of family affection, but now Mr. an has given him this feeling.

"Master!"

Yang Xuan bowed respectfully to Mr. an. If it was just to make the old man happy, the sound of master now came from his heart.

Mr. an may not be able to teach him anything, but he can make him feel the most precious family affection.

"By the way, I still have some sword charts here, which I have collected in recent decades. Please take a look and see if there are any you like."

An Tianhe opened a cabinet, in which dozens of sword manuscripts were displayed.

For Yang Xuan, these sword charts are nothing special. They are just ordinary things.

Just to make the old man happy, he still made a very surprised look and pretended to pick it up seriously.

Just when he picked up the third book, his face suddenly coagulated, then quickly opened it, looked carefully, and his heart began to beat faster and faster.

"Master, where did you come from?"

Yang xuanqiang endured his inner ecstasy and asked quietly.

"You say this?"

An Tianhe waved his hand and said, "it's not suitable for you. It's the worst one here. I picked it up in the antique market once before. It's an antique, but from the perspective of swordsmanship, it's just a sword Manual of basic swordsmanship."

"Change one, or I'll recommend you two of the best, which was given to me by the old Taoist priest of Wudang Mountain......"

"No, no, no, I want this one."

Yang Xuanlian hurriedly said, "since I'm a beginner, this basic sword technique is most suitable for me."

An Tianhe thought for a moment and said, "that's OK. When you lay a solid foundation, I'll let you practice some high-level sword techniques. Keep this one first."

At this time, I heard Xiao Gang shouting, "old Sir, miss is back."

"Ah, she's back at last!"

An Tianhe was happy and said to Yang Xuan, "disciple, wait here for me now. I'll introduce you to someone later. That's an expert at the sword respect level!"

Then he ran up the steps.

When I got to the front yard, I only saw Enron walking back from the outside.

An Tianhe's face darkened in an instant, "you didn't bring the sword, sir. Please come back?"

Enron said, "please come back. Just now I took him to the door and let him in by himself. Why? The boy slipped away?"

"Presumptuous!"

An Tianhe shouted, "how many times have I told you not to speak unkindly to jianzun? What do you mean you took him to the door just now?"

Enron scratched his head and said, "I just brought him back. Just at the door, one of my girlfriends called and said he was cheated by his boyfriend. I rushed over to tear the slag man and let him come in by himself. Why didn't he come?"