"Listen to the next words. [No pop-up novel website]" Lu Yuan interjected, "To be honest, I went to sea for more than a year and finally found the dragon-slaying sword. Although the sword itself is extremely sharp, in the final analysis it is just a A weapon. Although it is said that it can command the world, I don’t think many people will care about it. What people care about is just what is hidden in it. Am I right? "
Seeing everyone nodding, Lu Yuan continued. "I have taken out the "Wu Mu's Suicide Note" from this sword and passed it on to the rebel leaders in all directions!"
"There are really only military books in it?" Song Qingshu, standing behind Song Yuanqiao, interjected. Several people glanced at him indifferently, but no one paid him any attention. When Lu Yuan first met Song Qingshu, he was very charming. His conversation and knowledge show off the style of a child of aristocratic family, which gives people a good first impression. But as we get along for a little longer, some of the things inside are revealed.
Zhang Sanfeng said: "Drive out the Tartars and return our mountains and rivers. All descendants of China should know where the great righteousness lies! When all the heroes come together, I, the disciples of Wudang, must do the work of dogs and horses."
All the Wudang heroes stood up together and obeyed the order solemnly.
"Then King Ruyang is the general marshal of the Yuanting world, and he has countless masters under his command. If the rebel army raises an army, they will not mention the fighting among the troops, but let his masters dress up as assassins to assassinate the leader of the rebel army. I am afraid no one can defeat him. Therefore, I Those who are determined to overthrow Yuanting want to sneak into Dadu and catch all these masters. This time, I came to ask for help from the Wudang heroes. "
It's said to be a helping hand, but it's actually cooperation. The Wudang heroes will definitely go to Dadu to take revenge, and the two sides will help each other, which will of course increase their safety.
"I don't know when?"
"A variety of events were held in the metropolis last year, and the number of officials and businessmen from all over the country came to Beijing to give gifts. It was a good time to get involved."
"Okay", Song Yuanqiao nodded, and it was settled. Suddenly Song Qingshu interjected, "Going to Dadu will definitely require a life-and-death struggle, so those traveling with us will naturally need to understand each other. Everything is done beforehand, and failure to do so will result in failure. I would like to ask Brother Lu for your advice, and I would also like to ask Brother Lu for help. "
Lu Yuan took a deep look at him and saw that Song Yuanqiao had no intention of objecting, so he immediately agreed.
He took off the sword from his waist and handed it to Hui'an, saying: "Please lend me the next long sword. The sword below is too sharp and not suitable for martial arts competitions."
Hui'an took the sword and held it in her arms along with the dragon-slaying knife that she had put away before.
Taking the sword, the two stood still in the court. After a few polite words, Song Qingshu started using Wudang's finger-twirling sword technique. The sword technique was unpredictable, and the long sword in Song Qingshu's hand was also straight and bent, and for a moment he seemed to have the upper hand. Lu Yuan just guarded the door and used the Great Demon Sword to perform ten or twenty moves in an orderly manner. Then he stabbed the sword to the left side seemingly casually. On the way to the sword, Song Qingshu turned around and picked up the sword, and it was just right. His neck was brought to the edge of the sword. Lu Yuan put his sword into its sheath with a slight touch and stepped away from the field.
"Access." Lu Yuan cupped his hands and said.
"That was my own mistake, how can it be counted! Let's do it again!" Song Qingshu felt that he had not checked for a moment, and he suddenly shouted.
"I'll give it a try." Everyone turned around and saw Mo Shenggu standing up with an eager to try expression on his face.
What follows is like a replica of the previous one. Mo Shenggu's swordsmanship was several times more powerful than Song Qingshu's, but Lu Yuan still performed more than a dozen moves in an orderly manner, and then swung his sword casually. Mo Shenggu's wrist hit it just right. If it weren't for Lu Yuan's side sword, this hand would have been removed.
Lu Yuan's swordsmanship is average. Because the sword technique of Da Fu Mo really didn't suit his taste. In his view, boxing is the key to studying the mysteries of the human body, while swordsmanship is a tool for killing people. So if it wasn't for the sake of saving some face for his opponent, he wouldn't be impatient to use a dozen or so moves first. As for victory, it is just based on the principle of Dugu Nine Swords. When the realm is high, no matter how you fight, it makes sense. Now Lu Yuan understands this rule. Lu Yuan's vision was sharp at this time. He could tell the flaws in the opponent's swordsmanship at a glance. All that was left was to position the sword properly.
"Please enlighten me", this time it was Song Yuanqiao. He just said a word, then put his palms in a palm position, waiting for Lu Yuan to make the first move.
Lu Yuan was not polite, and stabbed Song Daxia in the shoulder with the "Immortal Guidance" move, and the two fought in the field. Song Yuanqiao was nearly fifty years old, when he was in the prime of life, and his skills were even stronger than Yuan Heng's. When the two swordsmen competed, Lu Yuan's swordsmanship immediately showed signs of decline, but he could only support it with all his strength.
If he goes by the routine, Lu Yuan really can't beat Song Yuanqiao. But in terms of understanding of martial arts, only Zhang Sanfeng could surpass Lu Yuan. Therefore, although Lu Yuan was at a disadvantage, he could regain the situation every time he stabbed with his long sword. After a few times, it became clear that there was no winner, so both sides had to give up.
Lu Yuancheng didn't expect that he had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard a light sentence, "The old man saw that his hands were itchy and wanted to try it."
There was no choice but to stand in the field with Zhang Sanfeng who was holding a wooden sword.
Zhang Laodao has a free and easy nature and has never paid much attention to reputation. He felt that Lu Yuan's martial arts looked interesting, but there was always a feeling that he still had more to learn, so he wanted to try it himself, and didn't care about wheel battles and the like.
According to seniority, of course it was Lu Yuan who made the first move. But after Lu Yuan stood in the field, he didn't rush to get out of his posture. He just stood there and meditated with a sad face. After a long time, Lu Yuan sighed and threw the sword out of the field. He put his hands together in a posture of "respecting the Tathagata". But they had to fight Zhang Sanfeng's wooden sword with bare hands. Except for Xie Xun, all the Wudang heroes were stunned.
Then the two "fighted" for dozens of rounds. The two of them were several feet apart. One was boxing slowly, and the other was dancing a sword slowly. Their fists and kicks did not bring any strong wind, and the swords did not have any air-piercing sword energy. It was as if they were practicing separately. However, the movements of the two of them were getting slower and slower. Lu Yuan's clothes were bulging like a sail, and his blood was boiling all over his body. His punches and kicks were like pushing big rocks and pulling giant cables, with great strength. Zhang Sanfeng also had white Qi on his head like a pillar, and the sword body filled with Qi trembled slightly. After the sword tip slowly passed through the air, it actually left a clear ring that lingered for a long time.
Later, Lu Yuan simply stood there, with a faint circle spreading around his body. He only occasionally struck the air with a move. Zhang Sanfeng held the sword and closed his eyes slightly, but he did not move, but various circles such as large circles, small circles, long circles and oblate circles continued to flicker around him.
The competition lasted until the afternoon.
Lu Yuan's aura almost covered the entire martial arts training ground, while Zhang Sanfeng's circles piled up into a "mountain of swords." At the junction of the two sides, there is an endless battle between you and me. Except for Song Yuanqiao who could understand a thing or two, everyone else present looked at a loss.
Suddenly there was a "bump", and Lu Yuan's bulging clothes finally couldn't hold up anymore and broke into pieces, and the atmosphere also dissipated. Xie Xun immediately took off his shirt and put it on the naked Lu Yuan. Lu Yuanhun sat down and did his exercises nonchalantly.
Looking again, Master Zhang Sanfeng had stopped and was stroking a tiny crack on the wooden sword. He said "It's a pity" and walked to the back hall alone.
Everyone was confused.
Lu Yuan meditated until late at night. Today, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, when the bright moon filled the hall and the osmanthus shadows were swaying, several people drinking in the main hall suddenly heard a roar. The whistle became louder and louder, causing the cups and plates on the table to jingle, pointing straight into the sky like a dragon roaring over a great river. Several people who were drinking stood up and ran to the backyard. As soon as they entered the martial arts training ground, they saw Lu Yuan adjusting his clothes and walking out with a smile.
After eight years of practice, he finally achieved great success in the Nine Yang Magic Skills. At this point, the internal and external aspects of the Nine-Yang Divine Art are corresponding and endless, and there is no longer any fear of shortage.
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