As the saying goes, there is no good reputation.
Everything in the world, as long as it exists, has a reason for its existence and must have its uniqueness.
Great swordsmen are all famous in the world, and their swordsmanship is also unique and a school of their own. Qin Gang, the Skeleton Swordman, ranks fourth on the swordsman list, so naturally he is not someone who has gained a reputation in vain. His soul-stealing swordsmanship is known for its ferocity and ruthlessness, which often frightens people in the world.
Mr. Woodcutter can fight against such a master, so naturally he will not be an incompetent person. It's just that his identity is mysterious, no one knows his details, and no one knows his martial arts skills.
Qin Gang had fought with him before and had already seen that his Void Fist and Thunder Palm came from Xiaoyao Sect, so he concluded that he was from Xiaoyao Sect.
However, the Xiaoyao Sect is far away in Hangzhou, and apart from Ren Xiaoyao and Tian Shilie, there are no other famous masters, so Qin Gang cannot guess the true identity of Mr. Woodcutter. Qin Gang only heard that Tian Shilie had a son named Tianming, who was the most favored disciple of Ren Xiaoyao among the three generations of Xiaoyao sect disciples. Therefore, Qin Gang believed that Mr. Cutting Wood was the young master Tianming of Xiaoyao Sect who had never been born.
Qin Gang believed that Mr. Woodcutter was Tianming, and naturally believed that his martial arts were all from the Xiaoyao Sect.
As long as he has confidence in his heart, Qin Gang is not afraid of any opponent. The most terrifying opponents are often those who know nothing.
Qin Gang's soul-stealing sword technique is extremely fierce, and his sword is a killing move, never leaving any room for error. If the opponent hadn't been a master like Mr. Woodcutter, he would have died by his sword at this moment.
"What a skill, you can actually catch so many swords from me." Qin Gang couldn't help but praise.
"Haha! There are so many things you can't think of!" Mr. Woodcutter sneered.
"As long as you die, you don't have to think about anything unexpected." Qin Gang said harshly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword light flashed again, and the skull sword stabbed Mr. Woodcutter again. This time it became faster and more fierce.
Mr. Woodcutter used his physical skills to dodge three more swords, and was struck by a sword in the chest. The blood immediately soaked his clothes red. Mr. Woodcutter's face moved slightly. Although the pain was deep into his bones, he still gritted his teeth and persisted.
Qin Gang succeeded in the attack, his expression became even more arrogant, and he said with a smile: "Hey! If you dare to stop me again, next year's order day will be your memorial day."
Mr. Woodcutter seemed moved by these words, his expression suddenly became sad, and he murmured to himself: "People are bound to die. What's wrong with life, and why worry about death?" Many new ghosts cry in war, and an old man sings in sorrow... '"
"You are really an idiot when you are about to recite poems when you are about to die!" As Qin Gang spoke, his sword move came out again, piercing Mr. Woodcutter's chest.
Qin Gang's sword strike was extremely fast, and it reached Mr. Timber's chest in an instant. However, Mr. Timber didn't dodge immediately. Instead, when the sword hit him, he suddenly chanted loudly: "The clouds are low in the dusk, and the snow is dancing in the wind. "
As soon as the poem comes out, so does the move.
Qin Gang thought he was going to succeed, but suddenly his vision blurred, as if his eyes were covered by clouds, and Mr. Woodcutter could not be seen. He felt a little anxious, and then he heard the sound of wind blowing in front of him, and a very strong wind of cold snow blew towards him. Qin Gang didn't understand the situation, so he hurriedly drew back his sword and retreated, but he was already too late. The strong wind swept back so hard that his energy and blood were sluggish and his blood was gushing.
"The ladle and bottle are no longer green when discarded, but the fire in the furnace is red."
Another poem, and Mr. Woodcutter's moves changed again.
The snowy wind that was extremely cold a moment ago suddenly became unbearably hot, and the white clouds in front of Qin Gang also turned into burning flames.
Qin Gang felt like a dream, not knowing where he was. He felt the flames burning all around him and the pain was unstoppable. He has fought countless enemies and has seen great scenes, but he has never seen such a martial arts that does not differentiate between reality and reality. In his astonishment, the sword wind turned sharply and pulled out countless sword flowers. The sword flowers suddenly turned into sword energy all over the sky and attacked back towards the flames.
There was a loud bang, and the rafters and oars on the roof were turned into ashes, and a hole was opened by two streams of supreme energy. The two of them turned with the wind, far away from each other on the roof.
"This is not Xiaoyao Sect's martial arts at all. Who are you?" Qin Gang asked.
"I never said I was from Xiaoyaomen, you just thought you were right." Mr. Woodcutter said coldly.
"What kind of martial arts is this?" Qin Gang asked again.
"Three hundred styles of Tang poetry and Song lyrics."
"Did you make your own?"
"Yes, I made it myself," replied Mr. Woodcutter.
"The artistic conception is lofty and the moves are eclectic. It is indeed superior martial arts." Qin Gang praised.
"I think that when you come back today, you definitely didn't come to have a drink with me and have fun!" Mr. Woodcutter said impatiently.
"Haha! Of course not, I'm here to kill people." Qin Gang sneered.
"Then stop talking nonsense and take action!" Mr. Woodcutter said calmly.
"Then Mr. Qin will come tonight to learn your three hundred styles of Tang Ci and Song Ci." Before he finished speaking, the sword was drawn out. It was a fast sword, no slower than the sword in the fifth line of the sword shadow.
"Go to the east of the Yangtze River..." Mr. Woodcutter's recitation was now transformed into a Song poem. His martial arts moves were as bold and uninhibited as they were, and he had the power to overwhelm the three armies.
Mr. Woodcutter is a hermit in the mountains. He spends his days reading and writing at home, cutting firewood and selling medicines, and lives a very leisurely life. In his spare time, he began to delve into academic martial arts and came up with many different opinions and innovations. He has a habit of reciting poetry while practicing martial arts. Over time, he gradually integrated the two, reaching the state of "poetry has martial arts, martial arts has lyrics", and then created the three hundred styles of Tang poetry and Song poetry. Although this title is called Three Hundred Styles of Tang Poetry and Song Ci, it is not limited by this in fact. As long as he likes it, whether it is the Book of Songs, Chu Ci, field tunes, folk songs and nursery rhymes, they can all be integrated into his martial arts.
Although he has created this skill for a long time, he has never used it against the enemy, and naturally no one in the world knows about it. Even he himself had no idea whether this set of martial arts would be useful against the enemy.
Just now, he used Thunder Palm and Void Fist to confront Qin Gang, but for a moment he was still at a disadvantage, so in desperation, he used this set of miraculous skills that had never been seen in the world - the Three Hundred Styles of Tang Poems and Song Ci.
His martial arts focuses on artistic conception and doesn't pay much attention to moves, which makes it difficult for his opponents to figure out. Qin Gang had never seen this kind of martial arts before. Secondly, he was eager to win and was distracted by Mr. Woodcutter's poems, which made it even more difficult to resist the enemy.
Mr. Woodcutter attacked dozens of moves and changed dozens of poems, without any mistakes or repetitions. If the two of them really fought for three hundred rounds, wouldn't Mr. Woodcutter really have to recite hundreds of poems?
Mr. Lumber's Three Hundred Styles of Tang Poems and Song Ci Poems achieved miraculous results, which was beyond his own expectations. He knew that Qin Gang was extremely difficult to deal with, so he took advantage of the victory and pursued him with more ferocious moves. However, what he recited was Cao Cao's "Dan Ge Xing": "Singing to wine, what is life like? It's like the morning dew, the days gone by will be more bitter. Generosity should be used with generosity and worry. It’s unforgettable, Du Kang is the only one who can relieve my worries..."
Mr. Woodcutter must finish every poem he recites, and Qin Gang has become accustomed to this. Unexpectedly, when Mr. Woodcutter thought about "the moon and stars are sparse and it is difficult for a black magpie to fly", he suddenly changed to "strengthening the mountains and overwhelming the world". Qin Gang didn't expect Mr. Timber's move, and he was immediately confused. He received a heavy punch on the chest and took a few steps back.
Qin Gang reluctantly scolded: "You don't play according to the routine."
Mr. Woodcutter sneered: "I have never said that my martial arts has any tricks. It's just what you think it is."
They all say, "Don't chase poor criminals." But Mr. Woodcutter doesn't believe this. He knew that if Qin Gang was not severely injured today, he would definitely come back someday. So regardless of whether he was really seriously injured, he used another move of "heroic spirit in the world" and fiercely attacked Qin Gang.
Qin Gang received a punch from Mr. Woodcutter. Although his lungs were not hurt, his energy and blood were temporarily blocked. He struggled up and wanted to make a move, but the blood in his heart was still surging, and he couldn't move for a while.
Mr. Woodcutter was sure to succeed with this move, and he felt a little relieved. Suddenly his face darkened, and he immediately felt that something was wrong. He turned around and saw another energy, one even more domineering than his "heroic energy", suddenly coming from behind. Mr. Woodcutter couldn't avoid it, and was swept away by Qi Jin in an instant. He yelled "Ah" and fell off the roof.
When Qin Gang saw where the Qi Jin struck, there was still a lingering smoke, which was like the Qi of the Emperor and the auspicious light of a real dragon. He immediately understood in his heart and hurriedly said: "Holy Fist! Thank you, Second Young Master, for your help."
"Do you know? You are getting more and more inappropriate in doing things." A gentle and powerful voice came from the distance.
Qin Gang said in a neither humble nor arrogant tone: "I know what to do."
"So best."
Qin Gang wanted to say something else, but his words had already drifted away in the wind.
