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"Sword Drawing Arts? Dad, where did you get this book? " Luo Chen excitedly asked.

This《 Sword Drawing Arts》 was gifted to me by a senior of the Heavenly Cloud Sword Sect when I failed the examination. Of course, I do not know its value, and the Heavenly Cloud Sword Sect is a sect that cultivates sword masters. Back then, I used a spear as my weapon, so it was not suitable for sword cultivation. Luo Tian's words revealed a trace of unwillingness and helplessness. If he had used a sword back then, he wouldn't have let his wife and children live such a miserable life. Furthermore, he would have to be bullied.

"Chen'er, although I've given you this sword technique, your father can't help you with anything. I'll give you twenty days. If you can master this sword technique, then I'll let you participate in the Heavenly Cloud Sword Sect's examination." Luo Tian looked at Luo Chen and said seriously.

"Brother Tian, Chen'er, he …" Just as Liu Qingyan was about to speak, Luo Tian reached out a hand to stop her. They then looked at Luo Chen.

At this moment, Luo Chen also felt a heavy force landing on his body. This was pressure! He took a deep breath as the image of his parents working hard surfaced in his mind. His sister being well-behaved, he slowly let out a breath of air and said, "Dad, mom, don't worry, your son will do his best to practice this technique within the next twenty days. If I can't master it, I will give up on going to the Heavenly Cloud Sword Sect!"

"Hahaha, good! "A man will never be able to keep up with his responsibilities. Chen'er, Father, your mother and Xue'er all believe in you. Of course, you should not make things too difficult for yourself!" Luo Tian laughed as he gently patted Luo Chen's shoulder. Liu Qingyan and Luo Xue'er also revealed a smile as they enjoyed themselves.

… ….

The next day, the rooster's call pierced the darkness, and the dawn's light gave people all kinds of hope.

At this moment, Luo Chen had already walked out of the house who knew how many times. He held a wooden sword and repeated the same simple action — drawing the sword!

The Sword Drawing Arts had a total of three stances. The first was Sword Drawing, the second was Sword Draw, and the third was Sword Draw!

Although the Sword Drawing Arts was only the foundation of swordplay, it was not the most perfect technique that anyone could achieve. Only someone with great willpower would be able to do it!

The basics of swordsmanship was to focus on speed, so fast that the enemy would not be able to see how you struck. When the enemy was injured, you had already sheathed your sword. This was speed!

To be able to do this word 'fast', it was not easy. It required a large amount of practice, and he had to figure out the rules and master them himself! Furthermore, only by becoming familiar with the technique could one become proficient in it!

Luo Chen repeated the wooden sword's drawing gesture in the book again and again. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain from his upper body. Beads of sweat dripped down his delicate face.

Time quietly passed by. Two hours later, Luo Chen finally could not hold on any longer. His left hand gripped the sword hilt, and his right knee touched the ground as he panted heavily. A light breeze blew by, making him feel extremely comfortable!

Luo Chen's mind was not focused on the refreshing breeze, but was reflecting on the fact that he had already practiced the Sword Drawing Arts for two hours. Even if he slowed down for the next hour, he had at least drawn his sword three thousand times.

What Luo Chen did not know was that in order to reach the realm of sword speed like wind and sword light as snow, it required Essence Qi. Not to mention Luo Chen, a mortal, even a martial artist from the Luo Tian Martial Arts wouldn't be able to do it! Therefore, if Luo Chen could use his mortal body to practice the "Sword Drawing Arts", it would be akin to fishing for the moon in water or picking flowers in a mirror. Of course, Luo Chen did not know about this, even Luo Tian did not know.

Right now, Luo Chen was the only one at home. Luo Tian went out to chop firewood while Luo Xue'er followed Liu Qingyan to embroider. Luo Chen ate a steamed bun and rested for a moment before he practiced drawing his sword!

Two hours, four hours, six hours, four hours, four hours, five hours. Luo Chen used his willpower, his determination, and the smiles of Luo Tian, Liu Qingyan, and Luo Xue'er in his mind. He mechanically repeated the action of drawing his sword.

After an hour, Liu Qingyan and Luo Xue'er returned home and found Luo Chen on the ground. His face was pale and his lips were dry. Liu Qingyan hurried over to help Luo Chen up and told Luo Xue'er to grab a bowl of water to drink.

After a while, Luo Chen opened his eyes in a daze. He rubbed his eyes and his vision gradually became clear. What entered his eyes was the anxious expressions of Liu Qingyan and Luo Xue'er.

"Mom, Xue'er, you two are back!" Luo Chen's face was pale as he reluctantly smiled.

"Chen'er, don't force yourself. If you can't do it, then don't practice. Do whatever you want outside and we'll have a good life." Liu Qingyan held Luo Chen's hand.

"Big brother, just listen to mom. Xue'er doesn't need to be rich, as long as dad, mom, and brother are fine." Luo Xue'er said with red eyes.

Looking at the pudding on Luo Xue'er's clothes and feeling the callus on Liu Qingyan's palm, Luo Chen's heart ached. He said, "Mom, Xue'er, don't worry, I won't try to be brave."

"Silly child, it's only the first day and you've already fainted. How can I not worry about you? Don't spend the rest of your time fighting so hard, do you understand?" Liu Qingyan was worried.

"Ok, mom, don't worry about me. Let's go, I'll help you cook." Luo Chen chuckled as he nodded his head.

… ….

At night, the moonlight shone through the window onto Luo Chen's bed, bringing a slight coolness to the stuffy room.

Luo Chen sat cross-legged on the bed, watching the fireflies darken outside the window.

"Why would a simple movement of drawing the sword make the sword as light as snow? How strange! This doesn't follow common sense. Today, I practiced for a total of 15,000 times and only felt that the sword was getting heavier and heavier, it didn't feel any lighter at all, not to mention that my sword speed is like the wind. My sword speed is almost as fast as a snail! " Luo Chen thought for a long time and said to himself.

Another two days passed. On the first day, Luo Chen practiced drawing the sword sixteen thousand times, and on the second day, he drew the sword eighteen thousand times! However, he still did not have the feeling described in the book. Right now, his entire body was sore and weak. His bones seemed to be on the verge of breaking apart. He dragged his exhausted body to the bedside and fell into a deep sleep.

If Luo Chen didn't know how to use his Essence, learning the "Sword Drawing Arts" would be even harder than ascending to the heavens! At this moment, in his dreams, he was happily shouting, "Father, Mother, Xue'er, quickly take a look! I've learned the Sword Drawing Arts, we have the chance to live a good life!" There was a silly smile on his handsome face! Wasn't this what it meant to dream every day?