The Sad Wind Whirlwind Sword was indeed an undisclosed secret of the Huashan Sect, but Li Yizhu still kept it secret and only passed down half of it. He taught everyone the key points of the sword technique, but he did not mention a word about the Qigong that complemented it. Practicing martial arts without practicing martial arts will lead to nothing in the end. If you practice your outer martial arts to the extreme, you will hurt others first and hurt yourself first, and the consequences will be endless.
Li Yizhu did not mean to embarrass his disciples. He had no reason to feel that Guo Chuanlin was not from the same group as them and had nothing to do with being a "remnant of the Qingcheng Sect". He had a special smell about him that was hard to explain and could not be trusted. Guo Chuanlin also noticed that Han Bing had long told him that swordsmanship and internal skills were mutually exclusive, just like running on two legs, both were indispensable. Li Yizhu only taught external skills, maybe to guard against him, or maybe he was worried that his disciples would starve to death. Master, he didn't say anything, he just felt cold.
Li Qixian was very curious about this junior fellow apprentice and kept pestering him to watch him practice swordsmanship. When he saw that he was just beating his muscles and honing his swordsmanship instead of practicing inner qigong, he always felt that something was wrong and couldn't help but ask his father. Li Yizhu said that Guo Chuanlin was old and had been exposed to all kinds of temptations in the world of mortals. His mind was restless and he would easily become obsessed with practicing the internal skills of the Huashan School. However, if he practiced the hard skills of the outer sect, he would be able to fully demonstrate his talents and stand out. Although Li Qixian is smart, he has not been deeply involved in the world. He cannot see through the twists and turns. He only knows that his father has chosen the safest path for his junior brother by teaching him according to his aptitude and tailoring his work.
The Huashan sect has five peaks and five branches, and the population is prosperous. The handyman disciples, the registered disciples, and the main disciples are all in danger. No one dares to relax, and they all rush to the direct disciples. No one cares about the new Guo Chuanlin, only Li Qi Xian treats his younger junior brother with special regard and takes good care of him. Time flies, the clouds are rolling and relaxing on Luoyan Peak, when the big vat in the firewood shed is short of water, someone remembers Guo Chuanlin and loudly calls him to fetch water from Hanli Spring, treating him as a handyman disciple, but Guo Chuanlin does not. If you are angry, you just need to practice more. Your temper is so good that no one can find fault.
It doesn't matter if Li Yizhu doesn't teach internal skills. How can a living person suffocate his urine to death? Guo Chuanlin picked up the Qingcheng School's Kung Fu again and used the double collision force to activate the Sorrowful Wind Whirlwind Sword. There was no conflict between the two, but he could turn the physical body The advantages are brought into full play, and progress is made by leaps and bounds, like divine help. He estimated that among the three generations of disciples, there were only a few who could withstand one round of his whirlwind slashes, but there was nothing to be proud of. Thinking of the magical powers of the leader of the Huashan Sect was like pouring cold water on his head in the cold winter.
Paper can't cover up the fire. If you want to stand out, the secret will be exposed sooner or later. His strength is so strong and powerful that he can be compared to a monster. Guo Chuanlin is thinking about finding some reason to avoid suspicion.
Opportunities always appear inadvertently, and God finally showed a smile to Guo Chuanlin. On this day, the spring mountain was warm, and Li Qixian had nothing to do and was very quiet and thoughtful. He came to Guo Chuanlin alone and encouraged him to visit Qin Rong at Xiaozi Peak. He hadn't seen him for a long time and missed him very much. Guo Chuanlin didn't want to get into trouble with the "Avalokitesvara", so he shook his head and declined politely, no matter what she said. Li Qixian also knew what he was worried about, so he settled for the next best thing and asked him to accompany him to Hanli. Playing in the spring, catching a few Lengchuan fish to make tooth sacrifices.
Lengchuan fish is a specialty of Luoyan Peak. The big ones can be several feet long. The meat is delicate and sweet, especially grilled. However, Lengchuan fish mostly lies at the bottom of Hanli Spring and rarely floats to the surface. It is rare to find but not to be found. Guo Chuanlin goes back and forth every day. Carrying water, he was quite familiar with its habits, and occasionally caught a few to satisfy his craving, which made Li Qixian's eyes grow hot.
From the mountainside to Hanli Spring, you have to cross the single-plank bridge, Carp Back, and Luanjian Slope. Running back and forth all the way is a basic skill for Li Yizhu's disciples, and Li Qixian is certainly not a problem. Traveling around the mountains and rivers, there is no need to carry a bucket, and there is no rush. Guo Chuanlin has both hands free, neither shaking nor sleeves. He is not used to it. Li Qixian followed him with a smile, chatting every word. It was hinted euphemistically that Li Yizhu did not teach his inner qigong of the Huashan School not to hide his personal interests, but for his own good.
Guo Chuanlin was obedient and pretended not to understand, which made her waste all her good intentions.
The two of them were very strong on their feet and walked on dangerous terrain. In no time, they arrived at the Hanli Spring on the top of the mountain. Guo Chuanlin found a straight branch, peeled off the bark, sharpened one end, and inserted it into the Hanli Spring. Give it a stir. The strength of his arms was so great that it stirred up the bottom of the underwater mud pocket, making the spring water extremely turbid. The Lengchuan fish couldn't stand the harassment and wandered away, and the fish's fins stirred up the current to swirl. Guo Chuanlin held the branch, calmed down, and noticed the subtle changes in the water flow. He poked east and west, spearing fish in the muddy water. After trying more than ten times, he finally speared a half-foot-long Lengchuan fish, shaking his head and tail, and fluttering. Jumping messily.
Li Qixian clapped his hands and cheered. He carefully took the fish off the branch and placed it in the crevice of the rocks on the shore. He put his fingers under his nose and smelled it. There was no unpleasant fishy smell, so he felt relieved.
Guo Chuanlin spent a lot of time and caught two smaller Lengchuan fish. He scaled and disemboweled them, washed them clean, lit a bonfire, stabbed the fish from mouth to tail with branches, and stuck them sideways next to the fire. Bake slowly. Li Qixian watched him busy with a smile on his lips. The sky was incredibly blue, the clouds were as white as cotton candy, and the fish was roasted to a fragrant aroma. She had half a day to spare. She was in a good mood, and felt that her junior brother was very capable, even though he could not be a good one. The direct disciple will always have a place for him on Luoyan Peak in the future. Just kidding, his master is the next head of the Huashan Sect, his senior sister is the apple of the eye of the head of the Huashan Sect, and he also has a good friend who is a swordsman in the fairy city. Who doesn't have a good eye and dares to make trouble in the old age?
Random thoughts were running through his little mind, and he was laughing and annoyed. Li Qixian's thoughts were ups and downs. It wasn't until Guo Chuanlin brought the grilled Lengchuan fish to his hand that he came back to his senses, his eyes were shining, and he couldn't wait to open his mouth. Just chew it and praise it again and again. Guo Chuanlin ate a small one with her, and the rest went into Li Qixian's belly. The two washed their hands and faces in the cold spring, looked at the sunset, and got up and walked down the mountain.
It was a rare time to go out and have fun without looking back and see a different scenery. Li Qixian took his junior brother in a circle, returning to the mountainside from ghosts and sorrows, chattering all the way. Guijianchou is a deep stream in Luoyan Peak, with rugged rocks, turbulent water, biting wind, and few people. Li Qixian said that when she was a child, she was naughty and often went to the stream to pick wild fruits to eat. Once she saw the head master, It seemed that Gui Jianchou was searching for medicinal materials. He did not dare to come forward and stayed away.
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. When Guo Chuanlin heard the words, his heart moved and his nose twitched slightly. Sure enough, he smelled a faint fragrance in the wind. Unless he paid attention to it, he would not have noticed it at all. As soon as the strange fragrance entered his nose, he felt a surge of hunger in his stomach. Guo Chuanlin knew from experience that this was a good thing. His body's instinct reminded him not to miss it, just like when he was thirsty for the flesh and blood of monsters in Xitiao Mountain. He pretended that he was not familiar with the path and deliberately lagged a few steps behind. After sniffing for a moment, he determined that the smell came from the deep stream, which was filled with mist and dark and unknown how deep it was.
