Yidexi Tianxue Campus.
A figure in silver-white soft armor, with a sword on his back, took off the white hat on his head and put it away after setting foot on this place.
What he saw when he raised his eyes was not a familiar figure, but a ball of light that resembled the sun. The light it emitted was soft and sacred, and a hazy shadow could be vaguely seen in it, which was constantly extending and changing.
Or a long river composed entirely of words, recording scenes that happened in the past, reflecting the splendid history; or a symbol composed entirely of Dao patterns, evolving into the end of the world, summarizing all the Dao in the world. With law.
Around the light ball, there are four other marks surrounding it, rising and falling with the holy light.
They represent the evolution of knives, swords, spears and bows respectively.
The avenues are interpreted in it, which is so mysterious that it makes people shocked and amazed, and makes them sink unconsciously.
"Sure enough, this form still has a lot to improve."
A familiar voice emanated from the ball of light, awakening the distracted person, and then the protective ball of light dispersed, and a figure of extraordinary grace appeared.
His red hair floated like rays of sunshine, and a few strands of snow-white seemed to carry the vicissitudes of the past years. His cold and handsome face was a little less solemn, and his golden eyes shone brightly. He wore a well-cut civil and military robe, showing two purple and gray colors. The color is like ink and wash, which makes the temperament of the body more peaceful.
Qicheng came back to his senses and called softly: "Senior brother."
For a moment, he seemed to see in it the beginning of civilization, the foundation of human principles, and the end of heaven and earth.
If I have to describe it, it should be Shi, Xuan, and Yuan.
"You don't need to take what you see to heart, it won't do you any good." Seeing the trance in his junior brother's eyes, Lin Chongyang appeared and comforted him.
Qicheng nodded slightly: "Yes."
The temperament of the senior brother was so different from the last time they met that he almost didn't recognize him, and...
If he saw it correctly, it seemed to be a knife?
While going back and forth, Qicheng's eyes were full of curiosity and doubt, and he cast his gaze at the back of Lin Chongyang's waist, where there hung a long sword with a sheath that was all white, and the scabbard was decorated with golden dragon patterns.
Lin Chongyang didn't pay attention to this: "I specially called you here this time because I have something to give to you."
As he said that, he saw him walking in front of Qicheng, turning out a thin book and handing it to his junior brother.
"This is it." Qicheng, who took the book, was a little confused.
At the same time, he was also sure that the weapon behind his senior brother's waist was indeed a long sword. The difference between this attire and the previous one was indeed very huge. Except for people close to him like them, it would be difficult for others to recognize him.
"I have summarized the sword manual from the shallower to the deeper. I also wrote some common points between swords and swords, which should be able to help you."
Lin Chongyang only gave a general introduction to this book of sword manuals. As for the ideas and paths of several friends, there was no need to elaborate on the details, as it would increase the psychological burden on the junior disciple.
Compared with the sword manual given to the demon boy in the past, this volume is more comprehensive. After all, it was specially written for the junior brother.
To take a step back, the foundations of the two sides are very different. Whether it is learning swordsmanship or practicing martial arts, they must pay attention to step by step and learn step by step.
"labor……"
Before the words of thanks could be uttered, they were blocked back:
"Between you and me, if there is anything unnecessary you can just deal with it."
He raised his right hand and patted Qicheng's shoulder gently. Lin Chongyang felt helpless towards this sensible junior brother, but he always took good care of him.
In response, Qicheng just nodded silently, keeping the kindness in his heart.
"You should have nothing to do lately, right?"
"Well, my uncle will take over the follow-up matters."
"I happen to have some free time, have you tried a few tricks?"
The sword manuals were given away, so the follow-up was to strike while the iron was hot. After all, the sword skills that the junior brother had practiced before this basically came from his good friend Xingxiu Yiqi, and this time it was just a good opportunity to sort it out again.
Although Wen Naihe created a "Three Moments of Jinghong", it did not represent his accomplishments in the art of swordsmanship, and Lin Chongyang was not at ease about this.
You still have to teach your juniors by yourself. After all, you have watched them grow up and have a more specific understanding than outsiders.
"Please give me some advice, senior brother."
Then, the two people pulled away, and the sword behind Qicheng came out of its sheath as the true energy circulated, and separated on both sides of the body.
The name of the sword is Wuhui, and the name of the sword is Guqiu.
Qicheng has never forgotten the blood feud on his body. The reason why he never mentioned it proactively is that on the one hand, he did not want to cause trouble to his master, senior brother and the Confucian sect, and on the other hand, he believed that his cultivation was not enough.
This is an illusion caused by the Confucian environment. People around him have not stopped improving themselves, and the two senior brothers are too outstanding.
What he didn't know was that Lin Chongyang had already made preparations to take care of him no matter when he was ready to take revenge.
"You should read through the knife manual first, and then you can apply what you have learned."
He took off Bai Lu from his waist and stood it on the ground. The sword was not unsheathed. Lin Chongyang put his hands on his back and waited for Qicheng to finish reading the sword manual first.
After a while.
"call--"
Qicheng exhaled a breath of turbidity from his chest. This book of sword manuals was much different from the ones he had seen before. Not only was it profound, but some of its concepts were also very unique, allowing swords to complement each other.
"Senior brother, I'm offended."
The young man who put away his thin book came out with his sword and advanced forward.
Ding!
The right arm stretched out from behind was pulled and pulled, and the water sleeve was wrapped around Bailu standing beside the body. The sheathed sword was struck out later, striking directly at the flaw in the move and knocking out the first round of the oncoming attack. The offensive breaks.
"continue."
From the most basic of checking for leaks and filling them up, to the advanced techniques of breaking down moves and techniques, this is where you start to sort out what you have learned.
…………
Time passed, and in the silent and dark world, the tidal water gurgled silently, endlessly, and no one knew where it was going.
On the river bank.
The long knife in the young man's hand was spinning, and the sword was sharp and elegant. He moved freely with every move. He kept attacking the figure opposite, but was blocked by an unsheathed knife.
The move was powerful, but the move failed again, either being directly broken, or returning without success due to the difference in size.
After three thousand moves, the young man gradually became powerless.
After another move to disarm the young man, Lin Chongyang casually hung the unsheathed Bai Lu back on his waist and said comfortingly:
"Stop, practicing any further will only have the opposite effect."
Taking the saber handed back by the other party and putting it into its sheath, Henchaosheng looked hesitant: "Sir, am I terrible?"
"Your birth is the greatest blessing for your clan. As for cultivation, it is a step-by-step process. There is no need to be discouraged. You have done a good job."
Lin Chongyang shook his head and made a relatively objective evaluation. The young man's talent could only be said to be better than that of his younger junior brother who had not been reborn a long time ago, but his strength was very limited.
At this time, several months had passed since he handed over the sword manual to Qicheng. Not long ago, Ji Wuxia took the lead in returning to the Defeng Ancient Road with the awakened Junhuang Xueling.
The Tiance Dynasty doesn't need her here. After all, her abilities are not good and her personality is bad. She doesn't seem to be able to listen to instructions. However, because there is a precedent, she can't be allowed to go out and cause trouble.
In the end, Ji Wuxia took over the matter smoothly.
In addition to teaching his juniors and going to Tenglong Hall to chat on weekdays, Lin Chongyang would occasionally come here to kill time, treating it as part of his practice.
(End of chapter)
