I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1305 1309: Why Are You Standing There? Jump Up!

"What's happening?"
"Sword God and Sword Saint want to become apprentices? Unbelievable! This is groundbreaking news!"
"Hurry up and write the press release, we must snag today's headlines!"
"Invincible, being able to convince the two top figures in Sword Dao, from now on, the name of the Sword Immortal will be known throughout the entire Stigma Continent!"
"By the way, what's the Sword Immortal's name again?"
"Um, this..."
People only realized at this moment that while they had witnessed the terrifying power of the Sword Immortal, upon careful thought, they didn't even know the Sword Immortal's name.
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"Senior, I'm unworthy, your ages seem to be on par with my ancestors from thousands of generations ago."
"No, in Sword Dao, the one stronger in power and deeper in realm is the senior, it's unrelated to age!" Mo Xiaoxi said, "Earlier, in the exchange with the senior, I couldn't even take a single move, and the senior is only at the strength of a Semi-Saint. If the senior were at the same Saint's realm as us, we probably wouldn't even be able to bear the momentum of your Sword Qi."
"Yes, it is only after crossing swords that we understand the concept of 'there is always someone stronger.' We hope that Sword Immortal Senior can guide us a bit; it would benefit us endlessly!" Duan Xianchen also said respectfully.
Being able to defeat Mo Xiaoxi was definitely connected to the insights after the duel with Zhang Menglong. Without that spar with Zhang Menglong, at best he'd be on par with Mo Xiaoxi, and might even be slightly inferior.
The gains just from sparring were already like this—if he received some verbal and demonstrative teaching, wouldn't that mean skyrocketing progress?
"Your swordsmanship is somewhat crude here and there." Zhang Menglong said in a wise old tone.
"Damn! It's the first time I've heard someone call the Sword God and Sword Saint's Sword Dao crude! Then what does our practiced swordsmanship even count as?"
"But he is the Sword Immortal!"
"Hm, indeed crude, this swordsmanship isn't even as good as some juniors at our academy who've learned for three or five years!"
"What three or five years? At most two and a half years of practice."
"Little Blackie, you're starting again?"
"The dean sure knows how to show off again this time."
Even online onlookers joined the odd crowd, one upping the other in dismissing the top-tier Sword Dao figures, claiming they're not even as good as those who'd learned for three or five years.
Of course, in the eyes of others, these people were just boasting.
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"Please, Sword Immortal Senior, accept us as students!" Before countless eyes, the two knelt and bowed three times towards Zhang Menglong.
"Alright, though your foundation is a bit weak, since you're so sincere, teaching you a move or two can be considered," Zhang Menglong nodded, thinking having two Saint-level students would mean even ordinary fights wouldn't require him to take action personally, and teaching, just teaching them some impressive swordsmanship would be enough for them to ponder for decades.
"Thank you, teacher!" The two exchanged a glance and saw a determined spirit in each other's eyes, paying no mind to Zhang Menglong's comment about their weak foundations.
With the simplest Sword Drawing Technique, he could crush their strongest Swordsmanship—this was the true formidable foundation!
"Teacher, can we start learning swordsmanship from you now?" The two respectfully asked as they stood up.
"I have an appointment with a friend to meet here, so let's practice right here!" Zhang Menglong said.
"Here?" The two were stunned.
If Zhang Menglong were to impart the most top-level swordsmanship to them, they should go to a quiet place for secret teaching. Here, with so many people and media, it's almost like a live broadcast, rather than a lesson.
"Any problem?"
"No!" How could they dare to have opinions? Since Zhang Menglong wasn't afraid of others stealing his sword techniques, what could they possibly say?
"Teacher, what is the name of the swordsmanship you want to teach us?"
"I have quite a few Swordsmanship techniques here; you pick one first, and I'll start teaching you from the basics!" Zhang Menglong took out a stack of sword techniques for them.
The two were instantly elated, feeling it was a treasure trove. Just with the foundational Sword Drawing Technique, Zhang Menglong surpassed them across so many levels; how incredible would it be with a real Swordsmanship technique?
They couldn't wait to grab them.
"Bixie Sword Manual? This Swordsmanship sounds mighty powerful!" Mo Xiaoxi opened the first page, seeing the words 'to practice this divine art, one must first castrate oneself,' and already half his mindset was collapsing. Indeed, it was the top-level Swordsmanship, even the price to pay was extraordinarily unique.
"Want this?"
"No need, it's all yours! I'll look at others."
"Your Sword is My Sword"
"Are you Swordy or Not?"
"Treaure Sword Daily"
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Their expressions gradually twisted while thumbing through these sword manuals.
Is this really Swordsmanship? It felt more like someone was mocking them!
"Alright, alright, follow my movements!"
While they were still troubled over which Swordsmanship to choose, Zhang Menglong suddenly started hopping along to a rhythm, with music sounding atop Dragon City.
"Even if Hua Tuo reincarnated, reverence would still be cured, foreigners learning Chinese characters aroused my national consciousness..."
As the rhythmic and dynamic music played, Zhang Menglong began jumping around.
"Come on, let's get moving, let's warm up first!" The Sword God and Sword Saint, although puzzled by Zhang Menglong's actions, thought carefully; Zhang Menglong was just forty or fifty, yet already surpassed them in Sword Dao by thousands of years—it seemed reasonable for his Swordsmanship and cultivation approaches to be somewhat unconventional!
"I must surpass you!" Mo Xiaoxi glanced at Duan Xianchen, following Zhang Menglong's rhythm and jumping up.
"No way, I'm already ahead of you, and will remain so! Forget about surpassing me!"
Duan Xianchen also began to jump.
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"Look, what are they doing?"
"No idea, looks like some sort of dance."
"You fool, how could the three Sword Dao seniors dance something so silly?"
"Could it be, Sword Immortal Senior is teaching Sword God and Sword Saint some kind of supreme Swordsmanship?"
"Gosh! I hadn't thought of it until you mentioned! It must be! Look, Sword God and Sword Saint are dancing along with the Sword Immortal's rhythm."
"We hit the jackpot! Learning just a bit of the Sword Immortal's swordsmanship would let us roam half of Stigma Continent!"
"Why are we still standing here? Jump in! Don't get left behind!"
"One, two, three, jump!"
"With a relaxed expression, I casually jump..."
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"Finally arrived at Stigma Dragon City!"
A youthful Martial Artist, weary from travel, walked into Stigma Dragon City, "I wonder if Brother Menglong is here yet."
"How odd? Where is everyone? I was only gone for a few thousand years, has Stigma Dragon City already become deserted?" Observing his surroundings, Feng Cong noticed the former lively and bustling Stigma Dragon City seemed to have become desolate.
"Bro, has something happened to Stigma Dragon City? Why's it so deserted?" Feng Cong asked a passerby.
"You're from out of town, right?" The Martial Artist gave him a look, "The Sword Immortal himself is teaching swordsmanship, why wouldn't they go if possible? Who would still be wandering the streets? You're in luck, it's happening at Dragon City's peak; if you can comprehend even a fraction, you'll become a peerless master in Sword Dao!"
"Sword Immortal?" Feng Cong was puzzled, but since he was heading to Dragon City's peak anyway, might as well take a look!
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But when he arrived at the peak of Dragon City, the scene before him was a visual overload.
Countless people gathered in the central plaza of Dragon City, possessed by a frenzied dance.
The sky resounded with rhythmic music.
"With a relaxed expression, I casually jump, looking carefree and easy-going..."