The waterfall flows straight down, like a bead curtain hanging on the green side of Danxia Peak, and falls into the deep pool, causing pearls to splash everywhere, and the water vapor is misty, dotted with the beautiful face of the girl.

Xie Lingyan was dressed in light clothes, holding a long sword, and her bare white jade feet were standing on the surface of the pool with splashes of water. She looked like a goddess of Luo and a white lotus emerging from the water. She looked quiet and peaceful amidst the noisy sound of the water.

A drop of water drew a soft curve against Xie Lingyan's cheek, and finally dripped from her pointed chin. At the moment of dripping, Xie Lingyan also moved.

Xie Lingyan was not in a hurry, and with every step she took, an ice lotus bloomed under her bare feet. Under the ice lotus, she walked on the water as if she were walking on flat ground. When she reached the waterfall, she suddenly heard a clear sword chant, and Xie Lingyan sword After taking out the sheath, a sudden chill arose, and the surrounding water mist turned into tiny ice particles that scattered one after another. When Xie Lingyan's sword flashed, an ice line was formed on the waterfall wherever the sword passed, and the waterfall was cut off in the middle.

Xie Lingyan smiled, and as soon as he smiled, his whole person seemed to come alive. The calm and cold fairy just now turned back to the bright and lively little girl, but as soon as the smile bloomed, it turned into a scream, and the waterfall froze for only a moment, and then Then he broke through the ice line and turned into a more ferocious raging current. The water in the pool was turbulent under his feet. Xie Lingyan lost his footing and fell forward. He was then pushed to the bottom of the pool by the waterfall.

"It's so miserable, but fortunately no one saw it, so as not to make it more embarrassing." Xie Lingyan, who climbed out of the pool, dried his clothes on his elbows and said to himself.

"It took three months, but I finally mastered this Aohan Sword Technique. Hehe, let's show it off to the master!"

Three months have passed since Ying Feiyang came to Lingxiao Swordsmanship. Xie Lingyan and his party went down the mountain and encountered setbacks many times. Although he didn't say it, he felt in his heart that he was not strong enough and had no willpower. The matter to be settled for Ying Feiyang was settled. So he asked Shang Ying to practice in seclusion.

Shang Ying saw that this little girl was so hard-working, so he would not respond. Not only did he take her to the Qingxiu place on the side of Danxia Peak, next to the Splashing Jade Waterfall, he also taught her a set of Aohan Sword Techniques.

Xie Lingyan is also a person with extraordinary talent. After practicing for three months, the Aohan Sword Technique has become a small success. The Aohan Sword Technique is cold and dust-free, fierce and powerful. If combined with the Bing Hua Han she originally practiced, The power of the soul sword will definitely be doubled.

Xie Lingyan was eager to show off, but after looking around the peak, he couldn't see Shang Ying. After looking around to make sure there was no one, he muttered dissatisfied: "This stingy master, you always appear suddenly when I say bad things about you. I want to find him." I can't see you anymore."

"Master is not here, so let's find someone else to test the sword with. Who should I call on?" Xie Lingyan tilted her head and thought about it carefully. The senior sister should be still busy teaching the disciples in front of the palace and has no time to pay attention to me. The third senior sister has such a bad temper. Just ignore it. Fu Qingming was sent out to do something and was not in the group. To find Zhang Yizhi, he had to go back to Tianya Peak. If his father bumped into him, he would definitely get scolded.

"By the way, I haven't seen Ying Feiyang for a long time. This kid comes to see his master for treatment every seven days, but he never thought of coming to Side Ridge to visit me. I heard that Ying Feiyang is also practicing swordsmanship in seclusion. Humph, he's busy. You can just ignore me when you practice swordsmanship? Today, I will teach him a lesson and let him know that the gap in strength cannot be made up by retreat!"

As soon as he left, Xie Lingyan hurried down the mountain and went straight to the residences of Qingku and Ying Feiyang in Qiyun Town.

"Dong dong dong" The door panel was knocked loudly, but the person who opened the door was the Qingku Taoist. Xie Lingyan stuck out his tongue, calmed down his appearance, and said: "I've seen my uncle. Master, where is Ying Feiyang now?"

"He, he's practicing swordsmanship in the back room. I need him to go there myself."

Xie Lingyan bowed again and ran across the yard, wondering secretly in his heart, "Why don't you practice sword practice in the courtyard if you are so proud? If you practice sword practice in the house, you won't be afraid of damaging your belongings."

As I approached the door, I heard not the sound of swords and wind, but the sound of Lang reading aloud.

"The Thirteen Styles of the Spiritual Phoenix, a magnificent and sad sword, a move to return to death. Recruit the phoenix to die, which means bathing in fire and nirvana. The life fire ignites the sword's light, and the silent mind proves the sword's intention. If you want to trap the enemy, you must kill yourself first.

If you sink, if you sink to death, you will survive.

There are thirteen movements of the sword, the first one, there is a phoenix coming, the sword moves swiftly, like wings like wings..."

Xie Lingyan pushed the door open and walked in, feeling the smell of inferior ink coming to his nostrils. Farewell to the pile of books, Ying was unkempt and crazy. The books had piled up like a mountain, and the table and floor were covered with densely written manuscripts and manuscripts.

When writing about bald hair, one should hold the pen in the air with one hand and press the scroll with the other hand, with a depressed face, while writing vigorously as if to vent, while reading aloud.

Seeing Xie Lingyan coming, he just raised his eyes and glanced at him, ignored him, and continued to read and write. Xie Lingyan was surprised by the novelty, so he didn't care about it. Instead, he smiled and said: "I heard that you are learning swordsmanship from your master again.

The way the sword is used, wow, it’s so unique and eye-opening.”

Ying Feiyang kept writing and said harshly: "It's easy to say, but this method is too mysterious and cannot be practiced by a genius who is not a born swordsman. It is useless for you to watch it, and it will only damage your own cultivation. I advise you to retreat quickly."

Seeing that Ying Feiyang was in a bad mood, Xie Lingyan gloated over his misfortune and even forgot the purpose of asking him to test the sword. The more Ying Feiyang chased her away, the more she walked around the room, looking here and there, and suddenly picked up a piece of paper.

He scrapped the manuscript and shouted: "Wow, it's like ice blossoms blooming, like the cold moon appearing, isn't this the sword manual of the Ice Flower Cold Soul Sword, you actually copied it!"

Ying Feiyang snorted coldly and said: "More than that!" Xie Lingyan looked again and found that the sword manual under his feet was actually the sword manual of Aohan Sword Art. He was even more surprised and said, "Isn't it right? How many sword manuals did you copy?"

"How many?" Ying Feiyang sneered: "Of course all of them! Except for those forbidden volumes that cannot be read without permission, the other thirty-six sword manuals have long been borrowed from your master, and then copied day and night.

Copy it, copy it over and over again, and it’s not finished until you’ve memorized it profusely. Every time you copy a move, you have to annotate the move. After you finish copying a copy, you have to write an article analyzing the sword theory. The article needs to be thicker than the sword manual.

If you don't write well, you have to rewrite! I have only held a pen in the past three months, never a sword." Ying Feiyang became more and more excited as he spoke, and with a "pop" sound, he pinched the brush in his hand into two pieces.

Not only have I seen this kind of sword training method before, but I dare not even think about it.

Even though Xie Lingyan had the intention of gloating about his misfortune, he couldn't help but sympathize with him at this moment and avenged his injustice: "This...this...how can you learn swordsmanship like this? Do you want to learn swordsmanship or take the Jinshi examination and become your husband?"

Besides, there’s no point in just learning sword theory without practicing sword moves. Without combat experience, it’s just like talking on paper!”

"Hahaha!" Ying Feiyang laughed crazily and said, "I have already told you, that's just you ordinary people. I am born with a sword sense, and I have been a swordsman since I was born. The sword is naturally made by nature, why should I sacrifice the first and the last and let the acquired experience blind the innate?

Jianjue, abandoning the shackles of experience, being straightforward and following oneself, returning to simplicity and taking care of the heart, can achieve the state where the heart has a direction and can reach everything!"

These words sounded mysterious and obscure, mixed with truth and falsehood. I guessed that they came from the mouth of the Qingku Taoist. Ying Feiyang said it with anger at this time. It was said that he was explaining it to Xie Lingyan, rather than reading it out to convince himself.

As Ying Feiyang said, after he rashly agreed to practice swordsmanship with Qingku, the first thing Qingku did was to confiscate his sword and make him promise not to use the sword without permission.

Feng threw all the borrowed sword scriptures to him for him to understand. Ying Feiyang was so happy when he saw the hunting heart at first that he couldn't let go of the scrolls all day long. But after reading the sword scriptures, trouble came. When he wanted to practice these sword techniques,

But was blocked by Qing Ku. At this time, Ying Feiyang realized how sinister the methods taught by Qing Ku were.

Xie Lingyan couldn't help but feel cold in her heart, and said with sympathetic eyes: "I think my stingy master has enough bad habits, but I didn't expect that your master is crazier than her. It's really not easy for anyone."

"Well, it's not easy for you either." Ying Feiyang suddenly laughed, but this smile was not a crazy laugh, but rather a sense of watching a good show. Xie Lingyan suddenly felt a chill in his back.

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Time turned back a little, Taoist Taoist Qingku opened the door for Xie Lingyan, and then returned to the main house. At this time, sitting in the house was a soft and beautiful woman, none other than Shang Ying.

Shang Ying raised his eyebrows and asked casually: "Who is here?"

Qingku said: "It's true for you. When the master arrives, the apprentice will follow. It's like an agreement. That little girl has just come out of seclusion. Do you want to see her?"

Shang Ying pursed his lips and smiled and said: "No need, when she talks about me behind my back, I will suddenly appear and scare her."

Qing Ku looked up and said, "You really have to be bold to be your apprentice." Shang Ying said indifferently: "Don't talk about me anymore, let's continue the topic and let me see your apprentice's progress."

Qing Ku followed his words and took out a pile of manuscripts and handed them to Shang Ying. Shang Yingfang looked at the first few words and knew that it was the sword manual of "Mingxin Sword Jue" copied by Ying Feiyang. He felt that the writing was strong and the charm was vivid.

If it is made by nature, although it is still immature from the perspective of calligraphy, Shang Ying couldn't help but praise: "What a great calligraphy. There is actually a sword meaning in the words. You are really talented!"

"Don't be surprised. I haven't finished reading it yet. Let's look at these pictures again." Shang Ying took the sword manual of "Zhen Wu Dang Demon Sword" again and said softly "Eh". The more he looked at it, the more frightened he became. He looked at it with his brushwork.

It can be seen that it is the same as the one just now, with the same handwriting that should be flying. However, if you look closely, you can find that there are subtle differences. The power of this manuscript is more powerful, it really penetrates the back of the paper, it is majestic, and the writing style is as steady as a mysterious turtle. However,

Wherever it encounters a hook, it acts like a snake, making the calm handwriting come alive instantly.

Shang Ying was so frightened that he didn't care to speak, so he took another copy. This time he copied "The Sword Art of Raging Wind, Fury and Thunder". Maybe he got tired of copying too many books. This time, the calligraphy was a little sloppy, but it was

The pen moves the wind and thunder, dragons and snakes fly, and the whole picture only reveals a random tension, as if it is not a sword manual, but a spell that summons wind and thunder. Once it is thrown into the sky, it can turn into thunder and sky.

Shang Ying changed to another one, turning over the manuscripts one by one, and a few drops of fragrant sweat oozed from his smooth forehead.

Just by looking at one picture, you can feel that Ying Fei's brushstrokes are like a sword, and the words carry a proud sword-like intent. To be able to reach this level is already an extraordinary talent. But after looking at a few more pictures, I feel that each one is similar and yet similar.

There are differences, the brushwork is flexible and changeable, and the sword intentions contained are also different, but they are secretly consistent with the sword intentions of the copied sword manuals, and the essence of them is captured.

It should be understood that the sword's will depends on the temperament of the mind, so everyone has different sword techniques according to their temperament. For example, Xie Lingyan's temperament is suitable for ethereal sword techniques. If she is allowed to use it, it will be calm and heavy.

It would be difficult for her to master the swordsmanship of the swordsmanship. Therefore, although there are many swordsmanships in the Lingxiao Sword Sect, most people just pick the swordsmanship that best suits their taste and practice it, and just have a brief understanding of the others. But Ying Feiyang should not only use this swordsmanship

He copied all the basic sword techniques, and used only handwriting to vividly express the different sword intentions. This ability is close to the highest state of "the sword's heart is transparent".

"Don't be surprised first, and then look at these." Qing Ku handed over another pile of manuscripts, which were studies on various sword techniques and sword theory. It was a thick pile. Shang Ying flipped through it at a glance and sighed after reading it.

He said in a tone: "This level of talent is probably no less than what you had back then. When I first heard about your teaching method, I always felt it was unreliable. Now it seems that the old and young of you join forces, I am afraid that we can really open up an unprecedented sword path.

"

In the manuscript, Ying Feiyang analyzed various sword techniques one by one. His novel angles and thorough insights inspired seniors like Shang Ying. Shang Ying flipped through two more volumes, closed the book, and returned it.

Give me happiness.

"Aren't you going to watch it anymore?"

Shang Ying said faintly: "Don't look at it. I'd better discipline my apprentice. I'm just used to losing in this life. I can't let my apprentice lose too much."

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Xie Lingyan looked back and saw Shang Ying's gentle smile. Immediately, a chill started from his spinal cord and spread all over his body. He said in a trembling voice, "Master, why are you here?"

Shang Ying said with a smile: "I have recently cultivated the magical power of "piercing the sky and the earth". Within a hundred miles, not even the wind or grass can escape my ears. I heard that my beloved disciple was talking about me, so I came here. I didn't know that my beloved disciple was talking about me."

What are you talking about me?"

"How can I have such magical power? Master, you lied to me again." Xie Lingyan pouted and said, "By the way, master, I have just mastered the Aohan Sword Technique, and I wanted to ask you for advice, so I talked about master.

.”

"That's it, then I'm going to give you a good test." Shang Ying narrowed his eyes and said with ill intentions.

Xie Lingyan only said that Shang Ying wanted to use the school entrance examination to beat her again, then he rolled his eyes, pointed at Ying Feiyang and said: "Master, why do you have to do it yourself? Isn't there the best candidate to compete with me now? Since Ying Feiyang is also practicing

, then the disciple will spar with him, as long as you say a word, I can beat Ying Feiyang like a dog!"

The smile on Ying Feiyang's face froze, but Shang Ying made the decision for him: "You're a girl, why are you so rude in your speech? There are many ways to test your ability, so be it, the weather is getting hot now, you go to the market

I bought twenty kilograms of melons and fruits and transported them back to Danxia Peak, and then cut them into small ice-cold pieces for me. Don’t let the ice melt before I come back.”

Xie Lingyan looked discouraged and said aggrievedly: "Master, are you teaching me swordsmanship just so that I can give you iced fruits?"

"It's not just that. From now on, there will be more places for you in the hot summer. You go first, otherwise all the good fruits will be picked by others." Shang Ying wrote lightly.

Xie Lingyan sighed bitterly and left dejectedly. Shang Ying responded to Feiyang and said, "It's time to go up the mountain again tomorrow. Don't forget it."

"I can't forget it." Ying Feiyang said helplessly with his head lowered. Although it was boring to copy books behind closed doors in his room, he would rather be a copywriter than go to Danxia Peak and be "tortured" by Shang Ying.

Shang Ying nodded lightly, joked a few words casually, then closed the door and left. Seeing Shang Ying leave, Ying Feiyang took out a stack of hidden manuscripts from under the case, picked up the pen and started writing again, as if he wanted to vent his endless resentment.

If Qing Ku and Shang Ying saw what Ying Feiyang wrote at this time, they would definitely be shocked again and rate him three points higher.

"The Thirteen Lingfeng Styles are a move to fight back against death. If you don't put death on the ground, there will be no future life... empty and trap it, swim and attack it, avoid its front, make chaotic moves, leave the chance of life, and seal death."

If you open the door, you can cut off its beak, fold its wings, and perform the thirteen postures of Lingfeng——

--break!"
Chapter completed!