Chapter 26 — One Arm Holds Up the Heavens, Strength Grows Ever Mightier
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
So to cultivate the driving of a flying sword, Shen Mu could train only with perilous moves like the slaughtering saber art. At the village entrance, the Headman lounged in the sun with the Alchemist standing beside him. Turning to look back at Shen Mu, who was cultivating the driving of the flying sword with all his might, the Alchemist suddenly said, "The Blind Elder passed the Sacred Pupil to Shen'er; the Butcher taught him his saber art, and there are the Lame Elder's leg techniques, the Deaf Elder's painting. .
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So what of you, Headman? " The Headman turned his head and looked at him.
The Alchemist's tone was somewhat aggressive: "Each of us has his own specialty, but none of us is deeply accomplished in driving a flying sword. Your insight surpasses any of ours, your skills are higher than any of ours — why will you not teach him? In the driving of a flying sword, I ask you, whose sword art under heaven could be stronger than yours?
" The Headman's face fell, and lowering his head to look at the hands and feet that were not there, he said softly, "I want to teach him, but Shen'er cannot bear it.
In the years when I still had all my limbs, I could not bear it either — otherwise I would not need to hide in the Ruins. . . Do you know how my hands and feet were severed?
" The Alchemist shook his head.
"By a sword wound. " The Headman raised his head and said woodenly, "My hands and feet were cut off by a sword. Whoever inherits my art must shoulder my burden. I cannot bear it, and he, as he is now, can bear it even less.
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