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The morning light shines, and on the training ground of Benevolent Pavilion, a group of young disciples are chanting the incantations of the Nine Shadow Sword Technique in unison.
Their swords move in rhythm with the incantations, like falling leaves fluttering in the autumn wind.
Among these young people, some exude determination in their brows, while others have a look of complete concentration on their faces.
On the sidelines, an unassuming old man with white hair is quietly observing everything.
He is the founder of Wei Renzhi, Benevolent Pavilion. There is a hint of contentment in his eyes, but more of contemplation.
He recalls the figure of the mysterious swordsman from many years ago. Wei Renzhi saved his life, and he passed on his unique swordsmanship to repay the debt. However, due to his old age and weak martial arts foundation, he ultimately failed to learn it.
The swordsmanship passed down by Benevolent Pavilion was not created by Wei Renzhi.
On the contrary, the origin of this sword technique comes from a hermit swordsman who saved the Wei Renzhi's life by chance. In gratitude, the swordsman passed on his lifelong research and creation, the Nine Shadow Sword Technique, to the Wei Renzhi.
However, Wei Renzhi devoted his whole life to medical skills, and at an old age, he had no foundation in martial arts. He knew it would be difficult to master this sword technique.
So, he passed on this precious sword technique to the younger generation in Benevolent Pavilion.
Instructed personally by the Hermit Swordsman, the young Senior brotherhood have begun to diligently practice the Nine Shadow Sword Technique. Through relentless effort, about half of the disciples have been able to apply this sword technique.
As time passed, the influence of Benevolent Pavilion gradually grew, and the number of disciples mastering the Nine Shadow Sword Technique increased from a few individuals to over five hundred.
Many of these disciples began training in swordsmanship from a young age, allowing them to progress more rapidly. Additionally, Benevolent Pavilion was not originally a martial arts sect, and its disciples primarily learned swordsmanship for self-defense.
It is this sword technique that has become the important support for Benevolent Pavilion to establish himself in the martial arts world. If everyone in the pavilion only excelled in medical skills but lacked the ability to protect themselves, Benevolent Pavilion would have long been unable to survive in this world where martial arts reign supreme and dynasties change.
"Father, are you thinking about that swordsman again?" A clear female voice interrupted Wei Renzhi's contemplation. He turned and saw his daughter Wei Fei, looking at him with concern.
Wei Renzhi's lips curled slightly, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes. He nodded gently and asked, "Fei, you finally noticed me?"
Wei Fei approached lightly, her voice soft and a bit playful: "Father, how could your daughter not notice? You took over Uncle Lin's duty of brewing medicine in the hastily built wooden house six months ago. I guess Uncle Lin must have been sent back to the headquarters by you."
Wei Renzhi did not deny it, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes: "Fei, that swordsman's swordsmanship is truly profound and unfathomable. If it weren't for his help back then, Benevolent Pavilion might have ceased to exist long ago."
Wei Fei continued to speak softly, "Father, you have devoted your life to the medical arts, saving countless lives. Swordsmanship can also be a way to protect others."
Wei Renzhi took a deep breath and sighed with a hint of helplessness, "Fei, you are right, but if one's strength is not enough, and the person wielding the sword has an unrighteous heart, then no matter how advanced the swordsmanship, it is ultimately just superficial."
At this moment, a young man with a strong and agile figure walked over. It was Wu Pu, the second senior brother of Benevolent Pavilion.
He greeted Wei Renzhi and Wei Fei with a bow and said, "Elder Gezhu, Fei Shimei, today we will demonstrate the Nine Shadow Sword Technique to showcase the strength of Benevolent Pavilion."
Wei Renzhi nodded: "Pu'er, although this sword technique is good, remember not to be too proud. You must know that there are many experts in the outside world."
Wu Pu showed a confident smile: "Master, rest assured, we all remember your teachings and will never underestimate our opponents."
The swordsmanship of Benevolent Pavilion requires a period of adaptation for medical professionals who are suddenly wielding a sword instead of a medical pen or acupuncture needles.
Especially for women, this kind of transformation seems to be more difficult, so most of those who are proficient in both swordsmanship and medical skills are male.
At the age of ten, Bei Lin'er initially held a medium-length sword in her hand, apparently struggling a bit. After holding the sword for a while, her hand began to tremble, and the sword gradually became unstable.
At first, Wei Fei comforted her: "Ling'er, it's okay. As long as you can become a healer like your sister, that's enough. In battle, just learn to dodge and protect yourself, and use acupuncture and acupoint techniques to sneak attack the enemy. Leave the rest of the offense to your senior brothers."
But Bai Ling'er did not feel discouraged by this. Every day, she would insist on lifting up that sword, even if her arms trembled, she would persist for an hour before putting it down.
This kind of training even affects her daily medical work. Sometimes her hands shake when treating patients, and the same happens when she reads medical books.
As time goes by, her daily sword practice time increases to two hours. Her grandmother, seeing this, feels heartbroken and often advises her not to practice anymore. But Bei Lin'er always reassures her grandmother, insisting that she can continue.
As time passed, Bei Lin'er's arms gradually grew accustomed to the weight of the long sword.
From the initial trembling to now, she is able to firmly grasp the sword hilt, even though she has not yet fully mastered it, her progress is obvious to all. When she can finally wield the sword blade freely, she begins true swordsmanship training.
Under the guidance of her senior brothers, Bei Lin'er begins learning basic sword techniques. At first, every movement she makes seems clumsy, the sword tip often points in the wrong direction, and her posture is also crooked.
Sometimes, she would even accidentally cut her fingers or lightly scratch her legs due to improper control, but she never flinched.
Whenever these minor injuries occurred, Wei Fei would always comfort her softly and help to treat the wounds.
"Ling'er, remember, the way of swordsmanship is not just a display of strength, but also the harmony of mind and body." said Wu Pu, the second senior brother, to her after a training session. His words were filled with encouragement and expectation.
Bei Lin'er took these words to heart. She began to focus more on the coordination of breath and movement. Gradually, her swordsmanship was no longer just a series of individual movements, but a smooth flowing dance. Every sword swing seemed to draw graceful arcs in the air.
Day after day, Bei Lin'er's swordsmanship becomes more and more proficient, her movements more powerful and precise. She has learned how to balance strength and agility on the tip of her sword, and how to decide in an instant whether to attack or defend.
There is a newfound determination and confidence in her eyes.
However, due to the physical weakness of girls, they often can't last more than an hour and start to pant.
The old lady gently wiped the sweat from Bei Lin'er's forehead with a handkerchief, her eyes filled with love and concern. The old woman's voice was gentle and firm: "Ling'er, do you want to take a break? Your body also needs to recover, forcing yourself is not a long-term solution."
Bei Lin'er was panting, the tip of her sword lightly touching the ground, supporting her weary body. Although her face showed signs of fatigue, the fire in her eyes had not extinguished. She shook her head, and a faint, resolute smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: "Thank you, grandma. I can practice a little longer. I know my limits."
Grandma sighed but did not try to persuade her further. She understood Bei Lin'er's stubbornness and determination, and knew what this perseverance meant to her. The old woman turned and sat on a nearby stone bench, folding her handkerchief gently, quietly waiting, ready to provide necessary assistance at any time.
Bei Lin'er took a deep breath, tightened her grip on the sword handle, and her breathing gradually steadied. Then, she began her sword dance again, each swing more powerful and rhythmic than the last. Her body found a wondrous rhythm in fatigue, a rhythm that could maintain peak performance even in extreme conditions.
As the last glimmer of sunlight disappeared on the horizon, Bei Lin'er finally stopped. Her sword fell to the ground with a faint sound as she made her final swing.
Today's training is already enough. Tomorrow, she will stand up again and continue her kendo practice. And the old granny will still be there, silently supporting Bei Lin'er.
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