Chapter 215 Qingmingchen Light Sword
Yi Xifeng closed his eyes tightly. The sword he had just slashed out uncontrollably kept appearing in front of his eyes, and the swordsmanship moves that he had spent countless thoughts memorizing flashed in his mind one after another. But these sword moves became increasingly blurry, leaving only afterimages and the last sword in the young man's consciousness.
I don't know how long it took, it could be a moment or an hour, until the first ray of morning light in the forest hit the fair boy's face, and Yi Xifeng slowly came back to his senses from this kind of meditation.
He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, and Qingzhu also looked at him.
"Have you memorized all the sword moves?" the middle-aged man asked in a deep voice.
Yi Xifeng smiled slightly and replied: "I seem to have forgotten it!"
"Oh? Are you sure?" Qingzhu asked softly, his voice vague and vague.
The fair boy looked down at the short black stick in his hand, and didn't answer, just nodded.
The middle-aged man praised: "Although my basic skills are not very good, my understanding of the sword is extremely high!"
When the young man heard the compliment, a smile appeared on his lips, thinking that this was excellent news. However, in the past three years, I have never heard any comments from Li Chengtao during my career in kendo. At most, I only learned from Li Chengqian indirectly that he would not achieve much by following the wind-chasing route.
"Senior, it's getting cold!" Only then did the fair boy realize that the two of them had been practicing swordplay in the dense forest all night.
Qingzhu said with a smile: "In just a moment, are you sure you have forgotten all the sword moves? Not even a single move?"
The young man thought for a while and said uncertainly: "It's not necessarily true that I have forgotten it. I still remember one move, but I didn't learn this move from my senior. Well... how should I put it? I just learned it inexplicably."
Hearing the other party's answer, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and he pretended to be relaxed and asked: "Oh? Did you understand it yourself? Use it and let me see."
Yi Xifeng scratched his head, pondered for a moment, then waved the short stick in his hand in the forest. At first it seemed that there was no order, but slowly his figure and sword moves became more and more smooth and elegant. And in his mind, he gradually recalled the sword that was constantly circling in his mind. It was the sword that he used to slash Qingshi in the end.
Suddenly, the true energy of heaven and earth in the dense forest followed Yi Xifeng's figure and gathered fiercely. However, it did not gather on the short black stick in his hand. Instead, it followed his figure and moved gracefully in the forest.
Suddenly, Yi Xifeng rose into the sky, and the short stick stabbed out while spinning, and the condensed sword light flashed in the forest!
"Kakaka! Boom!"
Several big arms about five feet away collapsed and broke. Yi Xifeng stared blankly at the giant tree that he had cut down, feeling horrified in his heart.
"It's actually a sword light! I can use the sword light now!" The fair boy muttered incoherently on the spot.
Qingzhu looked at the sword, nodded and said: "Unexpectedly, I understood Qingming Liangyue Hook from the night, but you understood another sword technique for the same move. Sure enough, the way of swordsmanship varies from person to person! "
Yi Xifeng looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with some disbelief and murmured: "You said, I have succeeded?"
Looking at the disbelieving young man, Qingzhu shook his head and smiled: "How is that possible? There are seven swords in Qingming's Seven Swords, and you just learned one!"
The fair boy was still a little surprised. He first looked down at the short stick in his hand, then raised his head and asked, "Then what is the name of the sword I have here?"
"You can also call this sword Qingming Liangyue Hook, I have no objection." The middle-aged man said with a cheerful smile.
Yi Xifeng recalled the scene when Qingzhu used the "Qingming Liangyue Hook" to deal with Helianying. At that time, the sword shadow like a full-moon scimitar was erratic in the dense forest, making Qingzhu pursue people like dog-skin plaster. The Iron Hand Seal failed and returned.
As the saying goes, without comparison, there is no harm. Recalling his sword strike just now, although it was also free and elegant, and the sharp sword light was also traceless, its momentum was controlled by the opponent's Liang Yue Hook.
The fair young man shook his head and whispered: "Since I realized it in the morning light, I want a good omen and a simple name to make a living. Just call it Qingming Morning Light Sword!"
Qingzhu recited the name several times, glanced at the young man standing in the morning light, grinning silly, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Although the name is a bit vulgar, these are small things and have nothing to do with it. What really matters is the power of Xiaogui's sword.
Yi Xifeng may not be knowledgeable, but Qingzhu, as the founder of this sword technique, naturally understands the power of this sword.
As he told the young man before, the "Seven Swords of Qingming" does not focus on sword moves, nor on internal strength or body skills. But the most important thing is the mind! To sum it up, it can be summed up by the four words "accumulate and make progress".
When Qingzhu created this set of swordsmanship, he was already a young man in his twenties. He had also practiced in the martial arts world for many years. Whether he was working with strong men or guarding iron clothes, after experiencing various swordsmanship or sword techniques, The man created his own swordsmanship and found his own way.
At that time, he was practicing swordplay under the moonlight. It was not until the inconspicuous sword light left a fist-sized round hole in a giant tree that Qingzhu truly took a step on his path of swordsmanship.
This is a very ordinary path in itself, but the power of Qingzhu's swordsmanship is not outstanding. Instead, it is his excellent tactical command ability that gradually makes him valued by the villagers.
It was only with the growth of experience and constant life-and-death battles that he truly realized that this set of "Seven Swords of Qingming" was not ordinary.
Accumulation is not only about cultivation, but also about sword skills!
But the middle-aged man didn't tell Yi Xifeng all this. He did not say that when "Qingming Liangyue Hook" was first created, not even a tree was cut down, but a round hole was left in the tree. He also didn't say that it wasn't until later that he discovered that the power of Qingming's Seven Swords was indeed getting stronger and stronger.
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Soon the two of them returned to the Liangchengang Camp. At this time, the camp grounds were already filled with soldiers. Among them, a group of strong men from Yinren Village were engaged, standing outside the school field, and in the school field stood more than a hundred Tiexin Village soldiers led by Zhao Feng.
But at this time, each of them was holding a set of raincoats and some bamboo hats in their hands. A straight knife uniformly forged by a blacksmith has been hung on each of their waists.
"Everyone, from today on, you are able to work as men. Today you will follow Zhao Feng back to your home. I believe you must be worried about your parents, wives and children at home!"
After saying this, Zhao Yunming paused and glanced at everyone on the school field. Finding that many men's eyes were red, the tall, thin middle-aged man continued:
"But there is something I want to tell you. Every strong man will fight to defend his homeland! Today I ask everyone to go back, three days later! I ask you to pick up the weapons in your hands, put on this raincoat and bamboo hat, for Fight for your homeland!”
The eyes of everyone in the audience were glaring, and they didn't know what to say for a moment.
