Now that the grudges between the three elders of Xiaoyao have been resolved, Jing Zhou has settled his worries.
He only felt his body relax, and then he realized something.
Learning the sword technique to ward off evil for the first time, then learning about the Nine Yang Manual, discussing swords on Mount Hua, all kinds of memories after time travel came to mind.
He casually broke off a branch and Jingzhou started to dance slowly.
The branches in his hands danced slowly, one move at a time, so slow that even people who didn't know kung fu could understand it.
But the momentum on Jingzhou's body became more and more ethereal, as if he was about to ride on the wind.
At first, Wang Yuyan didn't feel there was anything different about this sword technique. It was just an ordinary sword move, but there was just a little more sword energy on the branches.
"Purple air comes from the east", "Red dust slowly rises", "Snow spreads in all directions", "Withered trees bloom in spring", Jingzhou's sword moves are extremely slow. Wang Yuyan doesn't need to look further to know what kind of sword technique he uses, and she doesn't. Bored, she counted every move Jingzhou used and named the sword techniques one by one.
"Although these sword moves used by Senior Brother are the most common moves, the secrets in them are all used to the extreme. Each move is at its peak of ingenuity. Ordinary people may not be able to use it many times even if they practice it for a lifetime. Share the true meaning.”
Wang Yuyan whispered a few words. Although these ordinary sword skills were danced extremely slowly, she had a sharp vision and naturally saw many unusual things.
Wang Yuyan looked forward again and counted her sword moves.
After she had counted a hundred moves, Jingzhou suddenly paused, and Wang Yuyan called out softly, and saw clusters of petals flying from the ground, gathering around Jingzhou, floating unsteadily.
The originally ordinary tree branch seemed to be a magic sword in Jingzhou's hands, and endless sword power emitted from the tree branch.
The sword intent became stronger and stronger, cutting people's faces like a sharp blade, causing countless petals to fly down from the branches and scatter in the air.
Wang Yuyan stepped back a few feet and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Senior brother, could it be that he has entered the legendary epiphany? It's just that the sword is used in a messy manner in his hands, either horizontally or vertically. Even if it is not as good as a child, why is it so powerful?"
It was okay before. Although Jingzhou's sword dance was extremely slow, Wang Yuyan still recognized it. Now she looked forward again, and there was no other sword technique anywhere.
Everything he saw in front of him subverted Wang Yuyan's understanding of martial arts.
When you get to the end of your martial arts training, can't you give up your moves?
Wang Yuyan stood aside and looked carefully, her beautiful eyebrows frowning more and more tightly.
"No, the swordsmanship used by senior brother at this time, although it seems chaotic, has an indescribable feeling. It seems to be able to attract people's attention."
For a moment, Wang Yuyan felt that her emotions were aroused by the slow shadow of the sword, and suddenly she couldn't help but feel sad.
In an instant, all the sorrows rushed into her heart, and Wang Yuyan felt like she wanted to burst into tears.
Fortunately, the Beiming Zhenqi in her body was extremely strong, and she was able to move the Zhenqi around for a week before the sadness was eliminated from her heart.
Immediately afterwards, the scenery in front of Wang Yuyan changed, as if the sky and the earth had turned purple, and there was nothing but petals in front of her eyes.
Yawenba
The branch was gone, and the figure of the senior brother also disappeared.
Flowers, flowers everywhere.
She felt as if she was in a sea of flowers, and a thought emerged in her heart involuntarily: "Wouldn't it be beautiful if I lay down and slept in the sea of flowers?"
It seemed like an instant, and it seemed like several springs and autumns had passed. Wang Yuyan was about to take a nap in the sea of flowers when she heard Jing Zhou Nannan's words in her ears.
"It's a pity about the flowers around here. If those girls from Zhujian see them, I'm afraid they will be sad again."
Jingzhou closed the branches, and the petals surrounding him suddenly fell back to the ground.
It's just that the surrounding scenery seems to have been looted by thieves. There are no warblers or swallows anywhere. There are only bare branches, as if they have become monks, but there is not even a leaf.
On the contrary, the path paved with bluestone slabs was now covered with a thick layer of petals.
"Yu Yan, why is there a little cat on your face?"
Wang Yuyan said "Ouch" and woke up. Seeing Jing Zhou's face close to Chi Chi, she felt embarrassed and ashamed. She blushed and stumbled: "Senior brother, you... what did you just say?"
Jingzhou blinked and joked: "Hahaha, it's okay. It's just that I saw you seemed to be falling asleep just now, which made me very sad. Could it be that watching me dance with a sword can make people drowsy?"
Wang Yuyan lowered her head and played with the ribbon around her waist. She didn't dare to look at those clear eyes anymore. She just shouted in her heart: "I'm so embarrassed. I'm so embarrassed. I can't tell you how embarrassing you were just now. This All of a sudden, I let my senior brother see it.”
After a while, Wang Yuyan suppressed the shyness in her heart and said quietly: "Senior brother, what sword technique did you use just now? Why can it arouse people's emotions?"
At this time, Wang Yuyan came back to her senses. After thinking about it for a moment, she realized that it was all the fault of the sword technique.
This kind of swordsmanship was beyond her knowledge.
Even in the blessed land of Langhuan, which has thousands of volumes of books, there is no record of this kind of swordsmanship.
Jingzhou closed his eyes and thought about it for a while, then carefully realized the previous insights, and said softly: "The sword technique is still nameless, it is just a feeling in the heart. It is the right time to understand this sword technique today!" "
Since coming to this world, Jing Zhou, a highly skilled martial artist, has seen countless secrets of the Xiaoyao sect, whether it is the Six Meridians Divine Sword, the Eight Desolate Liuhe Self-respecting Technique, the Beiming Divine Technique, etc., all of which contain supreme mysteries. He has long understood the principles of martial arts and many ideas in his heart, but he lacked an opportunity.
To this day, he can be said to have accumulated a lot of experience!
Wang Yuyan thought for a while and said: "Thousands of flowers grow on the ground, and their petals can hurt people. How about calling them thousands of flying flowers?"
Jingzhou was startled, then looked straight at Wang Yuyan.
Wang Yuyan's cheeks were slightly red and her body felt hot. She lowered her head again and said in a voice like a mosquito: "Senior brother, do you feel bad?"
Jingzhou laughed and said: "No, it's very good. Yin and Yang are born from both sides, thousands of leaves fly into flowers, gold and jade are cut apart!"
"Let's call it Ten Thousand Leaves Flying Flowers."
Thousands of leaves flying flowers?
If you add another word, wouldn’t it become Wanye Feihua Liu?
"Autumn orchids are blooming in the grass, Luo is growing in the hall", this is Shao Shao's exclusive magic!
Dressed in purple clothes, with purple hair on his head, and a gauze on his face, the hazy figure with green leaves wrapped around his fingers was instantly reflected in front of Jingzhou's eyes, and he could not get rid of it for a long time.
"Don't say anything when you come in, don't say anything when you go out, ride on the returning wind and carry the cloud flag, this move will cause thousands of leaves to fly."
Wang Yuyan raised her head and looked at Jing Zhou, wondering why he was laughing so hard.
The line that the senior brother came to is "Shao Siming" from the Nine Songs of Chu.
"Shao Siming" Wang Yuyan knew about it, but it didn't seem to have anything to do with the swordsmanship. She thought to herself: "Could it be that senior brother is so happy that he is stupid???"
