The Master Said I Don't Look Like a Swordsman.

The wooden sword was covered with oil and shone brightly. The young man waved the wooden sword under the scorching sun. His swordsmanship was very "beautiful". "Lao Qi, it's not bad. This sword dance is getting more and more beautiful, like a female doll, hahaha." The old man leaned on the door frame, looked at the young man, and said with a smile. "Master, what about now?" The young man asked after finishing the sword dance. "Well, presentable and beautiful." "Master, what now?" "She looks decent, dances very smartly, and is very beautiful." "Master... What about now?" The boy asked in a hoarse voice. The yard was still the same as before, and the door frame was still the same as before. The old man leaning on the door frame is missing...