The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 235

Chapter 235: 235

"Godmother, do you think this car is uncomfortable? That’s how SUVs are, with better hardware, but the interior is usually quite rough, not as comfortable as high-end sedans. If you don’t like it, I can buy a new one tomorrow."

Shen Xuepei smiled, "It’s not the interior. Ye, you should know that this Grand Cherokee isn’t really built for off-roading, but just for its good looks. Such flashy but insubstantial models are often bought by those who want to prop up their facade and pretend to have taste. Other similar vehicles include Japan’s Land Cruiser and the off-road version of the Wrangler. Real off-road performance pales in comparison to our own Beijing Jeep; higher chassis, stronger drive capability, and much cheaper, much better than these showy impractical things. Buying a car is for practicality and also reflects a person’s taste and cultivation."

Ye Tian scratched his head, looking distressed, "Then, godmother, what kind of car do you think would be better for me to buy? I don’t understand these things, and need to ask for your advice. Or... could you recommend one for me, and maybe I’ll get one for godfather too?"

Shen Xuepei flicked Ye Tian’s forehead, reprimanding, "What are you thinking, kid? Your godfather doesn’t need you to buy him a car. More likely, it would be him buying you one."

Ye Tian laughed, "Then godfather might just skin me alive. Heh heh."

The two of them chatted back and forth enthusiastically. Shen Xuepei was quite surprised at Ye Tian’s knowledge in swordsmanship and health, and when she learned that he was self-taught, she clicked her tongue in admiration at his difficult life. Especially when thinking of Ye Tian’s orphan status, she was moved to tears, and if not for Ye Tian’s consolation, she might have broken down. Li Jing, looking through the rearview mirror, kept shaking his head at this godmother-son duo. This Ye Tian, his skin was really thick, tougher than titanium alloy; probably even an RPG couldn’t penetrate it.

When they arrived at Wanshan Park, it was just eight o’clock. Many old men and women had already gathered there, unaware that the woman who came here to exercise every day was the wife of the city’s Party Committee Secretary. After all, she wasn’t the one on TV, and she’s very low-key, so her presence going unnoticed was not unexpected. Still, Ye Tian noticed five or six bodyguards around her, protecting her safety. These were just the ones in plain sight; there were undoubtedly many more in the shadows.

"Ye, come over here and watch with me." Ye Tian agreed and followed her into the crowd.

The crowd, shaped like a crescent, was centered around an old man with white beard, holding a Soft Sword that drooped from the midpoint downwards. Ye Tian knew at a glance this guy was a fraud. For starters, real experts don’t grow such long beards, and if you have a beard, at least wipe the glue off your cheeks.

Unable to stand Shen Xuepei’s piqued interest, Ye Tian patiently waited by her side.

Nowadays, where can you find true masters? Masters are secluded in deep mountains and ancient forests. Even the abbot of Shaolin Temple has started accompanying wine and going public, and that Master Xingyun from Taiwan is tweeting every day. Masters? Bullshit! Just deceiving people for money.

"Everyone take a look at this Soft Sword in my hand, three feet long, flexible body, drooping from the middle, sharp and cold. This is one of the most mysterious and the most difficult to handle among Huaxia Soft Swords. It’s difficult because of its unique body, crafted with a special forging technique that makes it flexible. Unless one is well-trained or from a noble family, it’s nearly impossible to wield it proficiently."

The old men and women around all nodded their heads, clearly agreeing with the master’s view.

"The Soft Sword is not only difficult to handle but, moreover, has a high risk of injuring oneself during use due to its unique characteristics and..."

Ye Tian shook his head; the old man’s whole spiel was nonsense. If it were up to Ye Tian, he could summarize it all in two sentences: One, the Soft Sword is hard to master; two, only I can do it.

As expected, the goateed old man’s next step was to demonstrate his Soft Sword technique.

People all around him took steps back, just to catch a glimpse of the master’s exquisite swordsmanship. Soon, a large space was cleared in the middle, leaving just the Soft Sword wielding master standing alone, his breath held, concentrating his mind, with the Soft Sword held upright before him as if paying homage to heaven and earth.

Ye Tian grinned at the old man’s actions, feeling an urge to laugh on one hand and curious to see what sort of tricks this old fellow would play with the Soft Sword on the other.

Like a crude and clumsy dead branch, his movements were rough and ugly, and it was clear just from watching that this old guy was definitely not someone with real skill or an expert who lived by the sword. Ye Tian was puzzled why so many people would watch this man clumsily practicing swordplay with such rapt attention.

In this man’s hands, a poorly made steel Soft Sword seemed just like a limp toy, swinging up and down with slow and ugly motions. Apart from the somewhat pretentious goatee that might give him the look of an expert, everything else was useless. When Ye Tian saw him slowly bending over and carefully using the sword tip to pick up a leaf, he completely lost it. What the hell, this is considered sword practice?!

The old man slowly lifted the sword into the air, with the drooping tip still holding a leaf, dirt from the ground still clinging to it. "This move is the Great Success Realm among Soft Sword techniques. It takes at least twenty years of practice to achieve a little success. I’ve been practicing the sword since childhood under my mentor’s guidance, paying special attention to the Soft Sword. After decades of dedication, I’ve only just managed to reach this complete realm."

The old man slowly retracted the sword, holding it vertically to the right side of his body, then made a closing move from left to right, from top to bottom, calming his mind and returning to the initial tranquility.

Contrary to Ye Tian’s expectations, the surrounding old men and women actually responded with warm applause, full of reverence and admiration, as if the person standing before them was truly a martial arts expert, a reclusive master.

The old man kept his eyes closed, sword in his right hand, left hand pinching a dry yellow leaf with two fingers, the very image of a pretentious expert. Even Ye Tian couldn’t help but inwardly admire the thickness of his skin.

"Master, I’ve seen on TV people using this Soft Sword so skillfully, and they can even wrap it around their arm and make sound with it. I wonder if the master can do that too?"

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