Everyone was startled and looked around after hearing the sound. I saw an old man with a white beard and a green robe standing three feet behind Tian Boguang, with a depressed expression and a face like gold paper. If he hadn't made a sound, none of the three of them would have had the slightest bit of consciousness. That also means that he can take the lives of three people present at any time, and he is definitely a master.
Tian Boguang was shocked. Judging from this tone, the person coming must be a senior expert from the Huashan Sect. But among the Huashan sect, there are no elders left. That is a well-known thing in the martial arts world. Among the Huashan sect, there is indeed no senior master who has survived to this day. I heard that the Huashan Sect was unfortunately attacked by the plague, and all the masters of the previous generation withered away, and the Huashan Sect's vitality was severely damaged. Otherwise, the Huashan Sect would not have only the two heads, Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze, to support themselves. I would never dare to rush up the mountain alone. I heard that all the seniors of the Huashan Sect died suddenly overnight. Only Feng Qingyang, who was not on the mountain at the time, escaped the disaster. It turns out that he is still alive, but he must be seventy or eighty years old. No matter how high your martial arts skills are, your energy will eventually fade away, but you never expected that you still have such skills.
Tian Boguang was shocked and said in a trembling voice: "You...are you Mr. Feng?"
Feng Qingyang sighed and said, "It's rare that there are still people in the world who know Feng's name."
Linghu Chong immediately thought of the three characters "Feng Qingyang" carved on the stone wall, and couldn't help but let out a gasp. Could it be that he was really a senior expert of the Huashan Sect? Linghu Chong thought: "There is a senior in our sect. I have never heard Master or Mistress say that. If he just follows Tian Boguang's words and pretends to be like me, wouldn't I make all the heroes in the world laugh at him if I go up to pay homage?"
Zhao Mingyuan naturally knew that this was Feng Qingyang, known as the Sword Master. Although Feng Qingyang has been living in seclusion on Siguo Cliff because of what happened that year, and does not see outsiders. But he would not watch someone destroy the inheritance of Huashan Sect. Tian Boguang's words violated his taboo. It is no wonder that he suddenly appeared.
However, whether it was because of the oath or because he was really concerned about his status as a master and did not want to bully the small, Feng Qingyang did not take action himself, but chose to give instructions to Linghu Chong.
Feng Qingyang shook his head and sighed: "Linghu Chong, you are so incompetent! Let me teach you. You first use the move 'White Rainbow Penetrating the Sun', then use 'You Feng Lai Yi', and then use another move 'Golden Wild Goose Hengkong', and then the 'Jianjian Style'..." He rattled off thirty moves in one breath.
Linghu Chong had learned all those thirty moves, but the sword movement and footwork position were not connected together.
Feng Qingyang said: "Why are you hesitating? Well, thirty moves can be done in one go. With your current cultivation level, it is indeed a bit difficult. You should try it out first." His voice was low and his expression was desolate, seeming to contain infinite sadness. But there was a sense of majesty in his tone. Linghu Chong thought to himself: "I'll give it a try as I'm told, but it doesn't matter." When one move, "White Rainbow Penetrating the Sun", the tip of the sword pointed upward, he couldn't use the second move, "You Feng Lai Yi", and couldn't help but be stunned.
Feng Qingyang said: "Oh, idiot, idiot! No wonder you are a disciple of Yue Buqun, rigid and rigid, and don't know how to adapt. The way of swordsmanship is to follow the movement of clouds and flowing water. You can do whatever you want. After you use the move 'White Rainbow Penetrating the Sun' , the tip of the sword is upward, wouldn’t it come off smoothly? Although there is no such gesture in the sword move, wouldn’t you be ingenious and coordinate with it casually?”
This statement immediately reminded Linghu Chong that he would naturally use the "Feng Lai Yi" with a draw of his sword, and before the sword moves became old, he had already switched to "Golden Wild Goose Crossing the Sky". The long sword passed over the head, hooking and lifting, and gently and deftly changed into the "hand-cutting posture". At the turning point, it was seamless and I felt very comfortable. At that moment, he followed Feng Qingyang's words and executed each move one by one until he sheathed his sword with "the sound of bells and drums", which was exactly thirty moves. Suddenly, he felt indescribable joy.
Although Zhao Mingyuan's acupoints were restrained on one side, it did not prevent him from listening to the lecture. He was also familiar with the thirty sword techniques. Although he had known what Feng Qingyang said, he had tried it in the past, but he always failed. No, I always feel like there is a layer of window paper between us. It's like learning a formula, but always failing when trying it out. Now watching Linghu Chong's demonstration under Feng Qingyang's guidance, it's like watching someone explain an example problem. In an instant, he understands it, and all the doubts he had in the past are finally solved.
Feng Qingyang's face showed no sign of approval, and he said: "Yes, you are right. Unfortunately, the marks of the axe's gouge are too heavy and too clumsy. However, it is impossible to compete with a master, but I'm afraid it will be enough to deal with this kid in front of you. Go up. Give it a try!”
Although Linghu Chong still didn't believe that he was his uncle, but he was a master of martial arts, so there was no doubt about it. He immediately lowered his sword, bowed in salute, turned to Tian Boguang and said:
"Brother Tian, please!"
Tian Boguang said: "I have already seen you use these thirty moves. If I fight with you again, what else can I do?"
Linghu Chong said: "Brother Tian doesn't want to take action, that's fine too, so I'll excuse you. I have to ask this old man for advice, and I don't have time to accompany Brother Tian."
Tian Boguang said loudly: "What are those words? If you don't follow me down the mountain, will Tian's life be in your hands for nothing?" He turned to Feng Qingyang and said: "Senior Feng, Tian Boguang is a young boy and is not worthy to follow. If you take action against me, you will lose your status."
Feng Qingyang nodded, sighed, slowly walked to Zhao Mingyuan and sat down.
Tian Boguang was greatly relieved, knowing that a master like him would definitely not cheat, and shouted: "Look at the sword!" He swung the sword towards Linghu Chong.
Linghu Chong dodged sideways and stabbed back with his long sword, using the fourth move "Sword Cutting Style" that Feng Qingyang had just mentioned. As soon as he made a move with his sword, there was a steady flow of moves after him, and his sword skills were light and agile. Some of the moves he used were those mentioned by Feng Qingyang, and some were beyond the thirty moves mentioned by Feng Qingyang. Now that he understood the essence of the eight words "moving clouds and flowing water, wherever you want", his swordsmanship immediately improved greatly, and he defeated Tian Boguang in more than a hundred moves. Suddenly Tian Boguang shouted loudly and raised his sword to strike straight at him. Seeing that it was difficult to dodge, Linghu Chong shook his hand and pointed the sword at his chest. Tian Boguang returned to sharpening his sword. There was a clang, and the swords clashed. He didn't wait for Linghu Chong to draw his sword, let go of his single sword, jumped forward, and grabbed his throat with both hands. Linghu Chong was immediately suffocated and the sword fell out of his hand.
Tian Boguang shouted: "If you don't follow me down the mountain, I will strangle you to death." He and Linghu Chong were brothers and their words were very polite. However, he first fought with Zhao Mingyuan and suffered some injuries. However, after the beating got aroused and he firmly strangled his throat, he actually called himself "I".
Linghu Chong's face was swollen and he shook his head. Tian Boguang gritted his teeth and said: "Whether it's a hundred moves or two hundred moves, if I win, I want you to come down the mountain with me. I ignored the promise of thirty moves." Linghu Chong wanted to laugh, but just gave him ten fingers. I grabbed my throat and couldn't laugh no matter what.
Suddenly I heard Feng Qingyang say: "Idiot! Your finger is a sword. Does the move 'Full of Gold and Jade' have to be performed with a sword?"
Linghu Chong's mind flashed like lightning, and he stabbed quickly with the five fingers of his right hand. It was exactly the "Gold and Jade Full Hall" move. His middle finger and index finger poked Tian Boguang's "Tanzhong Point" on the chest. Tian Boguang groaned and fell to the ground exhausted. The fingers that grabbed Linghu Chong's throat immediately loosened.
Linghu Chong didn't expect that with such a casual poke, Tian Boguang, a famous "lone traveler" who was famous in the world, would be knocked to the ground easily. He reached out and touched his throat, which was very painful due to Tian Boguang's strangulation. He saw the thief curled up on the ground, twitching slightly, his eyes turned white, and he had fainted. He couldn't help but feel surprised and happy. In an instant, he felt towards Feng Qing. Yang admired him to the extreme, rushed to him, knelt on the ground, and shouted: "Uncle Taishi, please forgive me for being rude earlier." He kowtowed repeatedly.
Feng Qingyang smiled faintly and said, "Don't you suspect that I'm cheating?"
Linghu Chong kowtowed and said, "I definitely don't dare. I am so lucky to be able to meet our senior uncle Feng Taishi. I am really happy about it."
Feng Qingyang said: "Get up." Linghu Chong kowtowed three times respectfully, then stood up, and naturally stepped forward to untie Zhao Mingyuan's acupuncture points.
