Returning to the west hall on the top of the mountain, Zhang Wenfeng erased the restrictions in the box, took out the ancient book with broken edges, and carefully looked at the ordinary black lacquered wooden box with his spiritual consciousness. He found no interlayer or anything, so he flipped through the booklet "Ling Lian Yijian Jue". The front title page has been torn off, and the traces are very fresh.
There is no description of basic swordsmanship at the beginning of the first page. A sword is drawn with a line drawing technique. Countless dotted lines mark the trajectory of the sword, with weird waveforms, wraparounds, turns and gaps.
There are only four lines of verses at the bottom. I pondered it carefully for a long time, but I couldn't figure it out.
Turning to the second page, there is a rune called "Spirit Connects a Thread". The succession and transformation are clearly marked. The authentic Taoist runes are extremely complicated to draw. Among them, the talisman is composed of three unknown secret texts overlapping. I think To draw in one go, you must have certain skills in drawing characters.
Turning it over again, there is an illustration depicting the spiritual rune on the front and back of the sword.
After reading the rune drawing instructions below, Zhang Wenfeng laughed out loud. No wonder this booklet was completely different from the swordsmanship he had learned. He was confused. This was a flying swordsmanship secret book!
Whether you can complete the previously incredible sword movement requires drawing a secret talisman on the flying sword.
Gu Quan was so serious about returning the favor, which was indeed a great gift.
He felt more and more that a few days ago, when he was ambushed by a second-level shaman warrior in the woods, and his fight with the shaman warrior was witnessed by Gu Quan, who was hiding in secret. When his perception was at its highest, he vaguely sensed someone spying on him. It can no longer be detected later.
Gu Quan saw him using the flying sword, so he gave him a copy of the sword manual.
Now that the grudges are over, whether they are enemies or friends in the future depends on the positions and interests of both parties.
With a flash of consciousness, the small mahogany sword escaped from the small hole reserved in the black cloth bag. Zhang Wenfeng held the hilt of the sword and was stunned for a long time. The sword was not as wide as a finger and had a curved surface. His current level of drawing talismans was not sure. A complex spiritual thread rune with three superimposed secret texts will be drawn on it.
On the white paper, use black stone to draw the shape of the flying sword.
I used a fine-tipped pen and dipped ink on a flat paper to practice. I drew more than ten times in a row, but I couldn't finish it once.
It was too small, and the runes were intricately interspersed, and it was not enough to draw at his current level.
He was not discouraged. With the flying sword and sword manual in hand, he could slowly practice and improve his skills in drawing talismans.
He was good at making talismans. He didn't want to do this kind of thing by others, he had to do it himself.
After dinner and homework, I took out a blank book and took some time to copy the ancient sword manual. I then tried to lift the flying sword into the air and fly it according to the waveform on the sword manual.
Perhaps it was because there were no runes drawn on the sword. Compared to his free play, his spiritual consciousness and Yuan Qi were greatly consumed.
I had no choice but to stop and practice drawing runes for a while on a piece of rice paper the size of a rune paper. I also practiced flat stabbing and swordsmanship. In the dead of night, I went down the mountain to the bamboo house, placed the Shou Xian bottle at arm's length, and released my spiritual consciousness to practice flying. Sword, adjust the breath and keep quiet, meditate and practice Qigong.
Many days passed, and he was never able to enter that strange state of "sitting and forgetting" again.
On the morning of the 20th, it snowed heavily.
There will be annual leave this afternoon, and the morning will be the year-end assessment.
All the apprentices sat around the largest practice room, and the three instructors sat on the stage. In the three-foot-long open space in the middle, there were apprentices waving bamboo swords and demonstrating what they had learned during this period.
One apprentice after another takes turns, some of them are familiar with the practice, and the bamboo swords are swung continuously, and the wind is blowing.
Those who have just learned the swordsmanship, or those who are negligent in practicing it, stumble under the gaze of many people, and even forget the subsequent sword moves, and end up sweating profusely, causing the apprentices to laugh softly.
The three teaching masters recorded the performance of the apprentices one by one.
No matter how simple the drill is, they can see how well the apprentice masters Qi and sword skills, whether they are diligent or not, and their level of qualification. In addition, there are also factors such as timidity and boldness, diligence and cheating, etc. They will provide guidance next year based on this. correct.
After three years of cultivating in such a good spiritual environment, if he cannot break through and transform into energy, he will be sent home.
The Taoist temple only accepts those who are both good in character and hardworking as formal disciples, and spends resources to train them.
After the examination of the thirty-six apprentices who had found their sense of energy was completed, it was Wei Jingcheng's turn to take the stage. After saluting with his sword in his arms, he performed half of the popular sword skills he had learned from his brother. He danced gracefully and seemed to be a flower. After spending time practicing, he is more skillful than many apprentices.
It's a pity that he didn't even have a small amount of inner energy in his body, so the sword style he used was just a showpiece full of flaws in the eyes of the three experts.
The last person to appear was Shui Qingru, the black girl. After saluting, she hesitated for a moment while holding her sword.
In fact, she secretly found a friend and learned a few moves of the water sword. When she met the viewer's gentle gaze, she decided to follow the usual training, "swish", stab the bamboo sword flat, sheath the sword, and stab flat again.
After three clean stabs, he held his sword and saluted, then turned around and sat down on the straw futon.
She takes the shortest time to play among all the apprentices.
After a brief discussion, Yue Anyan stood up and announced: "Gu Chaowen, Yan Jing, An Beiyuan, Shen Shan, Tie Jinlin and Shui Qingru, the six apprentices have performed well and won the reward for this assessment! Please come forward, six of them." Come."
In the practice hall, there was a buzzing discussion. Many apprentices looked at Shui Qingru who walked forward excitedly, showing unconvinced expressions. Why?
Yue Anyan pressed her hands down, and all the noise stopped. She looked around and said, "I'll give you a chance to challenge the six apprentices in front of you. Whoever beats them can get the outstanding reward instead."
All of a sudden, hands were raised from below.
Yue Anyan smiled and said: "Each apprentice on the stage can accept three challenges... Shi Nanguan, you are the first, who do you want to challenge?"
The fat little black man stood up, scratched his hair and said a little embarrassedly, "I challenge Shui Qingru."
He was somewhat embarrassed to bully a female apprentice who had not found her temper.
There was a low laugh among the apprentices.
"Come up!"
"yes."
The other five people went to the side of the stage and lined up in a row. The little black fat man and Shui Qingru stood face to face two feet apart, listening to Taoist Master Yue announcing a few simple rules for the competition, and then the two of them saluted with their bamboo swords in their hands.
"Shui Qingru, I'm sorry."
Shi Nanguan waved his bamboo sword and used the beautiful "Flower Blossoms in the Wind" move, which made him stab the thin girl in the shoulder who was standing stupidly and didn't know how to defend herself.
The thirty-eight apprentices are naturally close to those in the same village, those who share the same dormitory, and those who have been practicing Qi Sensing for about the same time. Invisibly, they are divided into many different small circles.
As for Shui Qingru and Wei Jingcheng who have not cultivated the sense of breathing, even though they all play together, some children still think they are superior to them.
In addition to practicing swordsmanship, the three Taoist priests will teach them some simple basics of attack and defense. They will compete with each other under the supervision of the Taoist priests to enhance the apprentices' interest in practice.
Shui Qingru was a head shorter than the fat little black guy, so she raised her hand and made a simple stab.
Shi Nanguan, who rushed towards him with his sword, said "ouch", clutching the lower part of his right chest and stepped back. His face was black and white from the pain. If he hadn't been wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket, he would have been choked by this.
Yue Anyan stretched out his hand to support Shi Nanguan, input a trace of Yuan Qi, and helped him clear the place where the bamboo sword was. He immediately stopped the pain and declared: "The water is as clear as water, win!"
Shui Qing saluted like a little adult holding a sword: "I accept!" and quickly apologized: "Pumpkin, I'm sorry."
I'm afraid that Shi Nanguan won't play with her next time.
There was a cacophony of laughter and shouts of "Pumpkin" from below.
Shi Nanguan, nicknamed Pumpkin, suddenly turned as red as an autumn pumpkin and ran away, forgetting to return the gift.
When Yue Anyan raised his hand, all the noise stopped, and he asked with a smile: "Who wants to challenge?"
This time, most of the people raising their hands were missing. I originally wanted to take advantage of it, but I didn't expect that the skinny and small Shui Qingru could deal with the strong pumpkin so badly with just one sword. The other five people standing in front of them usually competed with each other. Being at the forefront is obvious to everyone, and no one will challenge it easily.
Yue Anyan clicked on a boy who raised his hand: "Zhuang Mi, who do you want to challenge?"
The twelve-year-old boy clasped his fists and said politely: "Taoist Master Huiyue, I want to challenge Shui Qingru!"
"That's right!"
On the field, the two men, who were very different in height, saluted and raised their swords to stab each other. The bamboo swords were of the same length, but Zhuang Mi, who had a longer arm, was hit by the sword first and was defeated holding his stomach.
Those with sharp eyes can see that Shui Qingru's sword hand is very steady, fast and decisive, and he stabs to the end.
On the contrary, Zhuang Mi, who was taller and had the advantage of long arms, faced the bamboo sword that stabbed the wind. He hesitated to step back or block with his sword. In the moment of hesitation, he was hit.
After Yue Anyan made the announcement, he asked again: "Who else wants to challenge?"
The apprentices below didn't even raise their hands, and they all looked at the thin girl with admiration.
Is it so powerful if I only practice one sword every day?
A voice hesitated and said: "Master Yue, can I challenge with a spear instead?" Wei Jingjie, a dark-skinned young man, raised his hand. With so many people watching, he was a little shy and embarrassed.
"Okay, come forward."
Yue Anyan nodded and asked, "Who do you want to challenge?"
Wei Jingjie stood up and took out a ten-foot-long wooden gun from the shelf on the wall, walked into the field, glanced at the nervous little girl, and said, "I want to challenge Tie Jinlin!"
He chose the boy who was ranked in front of the little girl and competed with Shui Qingru. He felt that he could not win.
He is the oldest among all the apprentices. Privately, everyone calls him senior brother.
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and nodded slightly.
Although the apprentices mainly practice swordsmanship, some also like to use sticks, knives, whips, spears, and forks. The Taoist temple does not restrict the apprentices from practicing more in their free time. The second senior brother and Yue Anyan often give pointers.
Two young men of similar age faced each other with swords and guns two feet apart. As Taoist priest Yue said "start", the tall and strong young man named Tie Jinlin swung his sword and jumped forward, using his short sword against his long sword. , must be close, the Taoist priest has explained and demonstrated.
Wei Jingjie took a step back to the side, turned the wooden gun in his hand and stabbed it out with a "swish" using his waist strength.
He practiced this spear-piercing move every day, and practice made perfect, and he developed a gun feel.
"Pa", Tie Jinlin's bamboo sword couldn't hit the wooden spear that was thrust at him. He tried to dodge, but it was already too late. The round head of the wooden spear hit his shoulder and knocked him back a few steps, causing him to sit down on the ground.
There was total silence.
Shui Qingru, who was standing at the edge of the queue, patted her chest quietly. She only knew one stabbing move and could not block such a fast shot!
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