The thirty-six moves of the "Tiangang Sword Technique" created by the Eternal Sword Emperor eight hundred years ago have long been extinct, but Yan Longyu learned the twelve moves overnight.
The next morning, the mountains were filled with mist and the sky was hazy.
Last night, after Yan Longyu fell to the ground from exhaustion as if possessed by a maniac, Qin Ruoyang, who had some medical skills, was shocked and checked the boy's pulse. He found that he was fine but was mentally and physically exhausted and lost consciousness, so he went back to sleep in the carriage as if he was relieved. After getting down, the old Confucian scholar didn't seem too surprised by the young man's sudden learning of swordsmanship.
However, the servants Lao He, Hua Fengju and several young men stayed beside the sleeping Yan Longyu and had no sleep all night. They really wanted to know what happened last night, which allowed a young man who had never learned martial arts in eighteen years to use a series of smooth and unknown sword moves as if with divine help.
"This kid is always clamoring for some unique secret book to reach the sky in one step. Did he really come across it? Senior He, have you ever seen this kid's twelve sword moves last night in all your years of traveling around the world?"
"Excellent swordsmanship is unheard of. Looking at this child's skill last night, he has already entered the second level of martial arts."
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Hua Feng Ju was discussing with his servant Lao He. Mo Fei, who had packed everything and was about to set off, walked over quickly, "Lord Feng Jue and Senior He, it's already midnight. Isn't Brother Yan awake yet? Yan Guihe Dugu is ready, it’s time for us to hit the road.”
Hua Fengju glanced at Yan Longyu who was sleeping on the ground, and raised his voice deliberately: "I think this kid is dead. Let's dig a hole and bury him."
Hearing what Uncle Feng said, Yan Longyu, who was lying in the haystack, deliberately grinned and yawned, and opened his eyes. In fact, he had woken up long ago, "Uncle Feng, you are not allowed to take a nap." ?" The young man felt completely comfortable, then stood up and looked at the people in front of him with a smile, "Grandpa He, have I really entered the second realm?"
There was a scar on his face. For fifteen years, even Hua Fengju couldn't figure out the realm of servant Lao He. He nodded.
Eight hundred years ago, the Eternal Sword Emperor used his life to sum up the pinnacle of martial arts that martial arts practitioners pursue throughout their lives. In the final analysis, it can be summed up in just three words: strength, technique, and realm.
"Strength" is the foundation of martial arts. In layman's terms, most Jianghu people use force to convince others; "skill" is the way of martial arts. Those who practice swordsmanship have swordsmanship, and those who practice swordsmanship have swordsmanship, but skills are also divided into The best and the worst, this is also the decisive factor that determines the difference between warriors of the same realm; "realm" is the sublimation of martial arts. Climbing the realm is like climbing a mountain. Standing on a high place, you can naturally see the whole picture, and it can even scare people below the mountain. This is also a big factor. Some people in the world care about the reason for improving their realm. Even if their skills and strength are inferior to others, as long as their realm is superhuman, they can overwhelm others.
The first realm among the nine realms of martial arts is the realm of knowledge and practice. What is "knowledge and practice"? Knowledge and practice means that a martial artist can develop his or her own opinions on martial arts through so-called study of secret books or instructions from ancestors and then practice them personally, find his or her own martial arts path, know and practice it, lay the foundation for martial arts practice, and determine who is a martial artist. your own practice direction. And Yan Longyu had obviously crossed this threshold overnight.
Hua Fengju, who had not slept all night, watched his nephew return to normal and exhaled silently, but he was very confused, "Boy, what happened to you last night? What happened to those twelve sword moves you used?"
The young man grinned. He was afraid that Hua Fengju would be worried and that he would not believe it. Yan Longyu did not tell anyone about Xu Yanchen, the "Eternal Sword Emperor". He stared at his clear eyes and thought: "The advice from the immortal is what I got in my dream! In short, I will That’s how I learned it!”
"Well, it's your boy's good fortune. I see that you are fine now. Don't you always think that I don't teach you swordsmanship? Since you have gained something in your dream, I will teach you today!" After all, Lian Qishan Bai Yi has seen such an all-powerful god before, and he is not too surprised by the sword moves and flower phoenix moves that this boy learned overnight. As he spoke, he looked towards Yan who was not far away and was helping Mr. Qin get on the carriage. Gui and Dugu Haodang waved.
When Yan Gui and Dugu Haodang saw Hua Feng's gesture, they helped Qin Ruoyang get into the carriage and then ran over quickly.
Hua Fengju fanned the flames and said, "Young boy Yan, young boy Dugu, my nephew said that he learned a swordsmanship in his dream last night. He is already arrogant. He said that he will beat you two alone. Why don't you stay here with me?" Is he practicing?”
Seeing the innocent expression on Yan Longyu's face, Dugu Haodang raised the corners of his mouth slightly and slowly pulled out the Junzi Sword in his hand, "Of course Dugu is obliged to practice swordplay with Long Yu!"
Yan Gui also grinned and handed his dagger that never left his body to Yan Longyu. He took a stance with his bare hands and said, "In this case, my little master, Yan Gui, I won't be polite."
"Uncle Feng, I don't want you to trick your own nephew like this!" Seeing Dugu Haodang and Yan Gui coming towards him at the same time, Yan Longyu pulled out the dagger in his hand in embarrassment.
Mo Fei, who was not good at martial arts, waved and cheered for the three of them. Hua Fengju and the servant Lao He who were watching the battle looked at the lively young people in front of them and smiled at each other.
Since the three young men were competing against each other, there was no such thing as overpowering others based on their realm. In the time it took for a cup of tea, fallen leaves were everywhere on the ground. Dugu's mighty Junzi Sword faced Yan Longyu tit for tat. Yan Gui turned his palm into a sword and used the sword-drawing technique to attack Yan Longyu's lower plate. Yan Longyu had to use the very unfamiliar twelve-style Tiangang swordsmanship to deal with Dugu Mighty, and at the same time he had to keep moving step by step to dodge Yan Gui's palm gestures, alternating up and down, which seemed particularly strenuous.
When the three of them were vigorously hitting the ground, Hua Fengju and his servant Lao He suddenly turned their attention to one place at the same time - two people flew out of the mountain forest, one holding a stick and the other holding a knife, and approached the three young men who were sparring. So close.
Hua Fengju couldn't help but raise his hand and wave his sleeves, and the fallen leaves all around rose up from the flat ground without wind, flying all over the sky like fluttering dead butterflies, blocking the way of the two of them. When Yan Longyu, Yan Gui, and Dugu Haodang saw the scene in front of them, they stopped their hands vigilantly.
The two people stopped by Hua Fengju landed on the ground at the same time. After standing still, there was a look of surprise on their faces - there was actually a sword sect!
Hua Fengju stared at them to gather energy and walked towards the two people with stern eyes.
Among the two people who suddenly appeared, there was one who looked like a martial artist, seven feet tall, with hair tied in a black scarf. He was holding an unsheathed saber. He looked at the three people in front of him who had already stopped, and then looked at the slowly approaching him. The Qingshan Sword Sect who came over seemed to understand something and hurriedly smiled and said: "Master, stop it. We are not evil people. We have misunderstood, misunderstood..."
It turned out that the two of them were just passing by. When they passed by, they heard the sound of fighting. They stepped forward and saw that everyone was watching a young man. They thought that he was bullying the young man, so the two of them prepared to help.
The man holding the machete smiled awkwardly, looked at Hua Fengju who still had murderous intent, and continued: "I never thought that you two were actually together. It was the two of us who didn't ask why today, so we were rude. Please invite this Don't argue with us, sword master."
Hua Fengju was very good at reading people. It didn't look like these two people were lying. He just felt bored. He thought it was two assassins who didn't know the heights and heights of the world who came to practice for him. He didn't expect it was just a misunderstanding. Then he turned around and restrained himself as if he was disappointed. Killing intent.
Yan Longyu has been a familiar since he was a child. He looked at the weapons in the hands of the two of them. He didn't expect that a scene that could only be found in martial arts novels would actually happen to him. He couldn't help but feel a sense of wandering in the world. He was generous and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. You two can be regarded as righteous men who came to help when there was an injustice on the road. May I ask your names? Why don't we make friends?"
Seeing the swordsman stop his hand, the two people, who were only at the fifth level of martial arts, slowly calmed down with their hearts raised in their throats. The two of them held their swords and clasped their fists at the same time, saluting Yan Longyu and everyone behind the young man.
The man holding a machete pointed to his companion dressed as a walker and carrying a copper stick, and introduced: "Both of us are from Gyeongju. My name is Han Jianglong. We have no father or mother. We have followed the master by the river since we were young. When he grew up, he was nicknamed "Defending the River Dragon"; and this traveler was named Huang Wenmang, and was known as the "Huangwenmang" in the world. We heard that the Yushan Sword Market in Jianzhou was recruiting customers this year, so we went together. Go and give it a try, I didn’t expect to see you all here today.”
The man who looked like a traveler opened his mouth, smiled and nodded.
A river-defending dragon and a yellow-striped python.
Yan Longyu obviously didn't understand the difference between the nicknames and names of the two people, but he noticed that the person who looked like a traveler was mute, so he wisely asked no more questions.
In the hearts of young people, the world should be like this. When encountering an injustice, Yan Longyu helps out. Yan Longyu clasped his fists and said, "My little brother Yan Longyu, whose name is Xichen. I have no ability when I first entered the world, and I don't have much of a name. But you two friends, I will make friends today." It’s decided, if we meet again in the world someday, I’ll have a drink with you.”
Hua Fengju and several people behind him also followed Yan Longyu in clasping their fists and saluting. Although people like Hua Fengju and Dugu Haodang are not as polite and enthusiastic to everyone as Yan Longyu, the etiquette of Jianghu people cannot be forgotten. This is The charm of Jianghu is also the invariant rule of every Jianghu person.
After seeing off the two heroes, everyone set off again, but this time it was different. Hua Fengju did not let Yan Longyu get on the carriage, but asked him to chase the carriage all the way. When Yan Longyu watched Dugu Haodang and Yan Gui just start learning martial arts on Qishan Mountain, he knew that one day he would have such a day sooner or later. Uncle Feng was deliberately training his body, because the second state of martial arts is the body training state.
