It had been half a month since the last time Song Yuanqiao taught the Song family swordsmanship. On this day on the balcony, Song Qingshu, dressed in plain clothes, stood with his sword on his back, bathing in the golden light radiating from the sea of ​​clouds.

Suddenly, his starry eyes opened, seemingly filled with endless energy. The thousands of rays of the morning sun actually formed countless figures wielding swords in his eyes.

He swung his sword according to the shadow of the sword in his eyes, flowing like clouds and flowing water. Chaoyang had already demonstrated the sword moves completely before Chaoyang even showed his head.

"It's easy to drive and you can move smoothly! Good!"

Song Qingshu looked back following the voice, and saw a handsome figure beside Song Yuanqiao.

"Uncle Six!"

Song Qingshu jumped off the stage with a smile and was greeted by the warm embrace of Six Heroes Yin Liting.

Yin Liting patted Song Qingshu on the shoulder: "Good boy, I haven't seen you for a long time and you have grown a little taller!"

Since the Wudang Sect grew in strength, the Seven Heroes have split up the mountains to live and teach their disciples, rarely meeting each other unless there is anything going on.

This was also the second time Song Qingshu met Yin Liting. The last time he vaguely heard Song Yuanqiao saying "Uncle Six is ​​here to see you" when he was in a coma due to illness.

Song Qingshu was quite impressed by this elegant man with a light mustache. After all, this guy had done something like "a pear blossom crushing a begonia" later on.

But overall, he is not a villain, but his temperament is the most outspoken and outspoken among the Seven Heroes.

"Qingshu, your sixth uncle's swordsmanship is the most outstanding among our seven brothers. You must concentrate on learning from your sixth uncle." Song Yuanqiao said with a smile while holding his Qing beard.

"At first, your father told me that you had learned the Song family's traditional swordsmanship in less than half a month. I didn't believe it." Yin Liting raised his eyebrows, his joy was beyond words, "Now it seems that he was not talking nonsense. Before

I haven’t realized yet that you are a born swordsman!”

"Ahem..." Song Qingshu almost choked himself to death. No matter how he listened, he felt that Yin Liting was hurting him.

Song Yuanqiao also coughed lightly.

Only then did Yin Liting realize the mistake in his words, and quickly joked: "Qingshu, I'm sorry! I'm so happy to see Hunter Xin, I can't find anyone with your talent in the entire Jingle Palace!"

"Sixth brother, you have been a teacher for many years, but your temper has never changed." Song Yuanqiao said with some helplessness.

"Haha...it's okay, we are all family members, and we are not afraid to laugh! Right, Qingshu?" Yin Liting patted Song Qingshu hard on the back again.

"Of course." Song Qingshu was a little speechless. Why did this Six Heroes feel like a very nervous guy?

However, what he said could not be false, right? It takes only half a month to learn a simple set of swordsmanship. Is it that exaggerated? There is no second one in the entire Jingle Palace.

This Jingle Palace is the palace in Fenglin where Yin Liuxia lives. He has about a hundred inner disciples under his name.

Upon hearing Song Qingshu's question, Yin Liting laughed, gave a thumbs up and said, "You are indeed very talented."

"Although the Song family's swordsmanship is not a secret skill, it still has its own uniqueness. Back then, your father practiced this swordsmanship to the extreme, and he has made a name for himself in the world. Most young children can't match your father's skill.

Sword." After Yin Liting said this, he flicked the ancestral sword that Song Qingshu was carrying with his fingers.

Song Qingshu scratched his head in embarrassment: "Then what is my level in the world?"

"Level?" Yin Liting paused, then smiled and said: "If we really want to talk about it, you may not be able to beat the third-rate martial arts people."

"Ah? Third rate? You're at the bottom!" Song Qingshu was a little disappointed.

The classification of martial arts realms in this world is very simple: low-rate, third-rate, second-rate, first-rate and master.

Nowadays, the eight major sects all have grandmasters in charge. For example, Wudang is the founder. The Seven Heroes of Wudang are all first-rate masters who have been famous for a long time. However, most of the disciples they recruit are young, and only a few of them can barely reach the second rate.

Before Song Qingshu went crazy, he probably had a third-rate and average level, and he was already considered a natural talent among his peers who started practicing martial arts.

"Snapped."

Yin Liting gave Song Qingshu a headache.

"Don't be too ambitious. You have to know that when my uncle was your age, he was not even considered a low-ranking martial artist. If you start practicing martial arts again, you just practice your moves. Without internal strength to cooperate, it will be difficult to beat others."

Song Qingshu listened to Yin Liting's talk and said: "The essence of martial arts is to help the martial artist complete the attack, so that the martial arts practitioner can defeat the enemy in the best way. Even if your martial arts skills are perfected, it will only allow you to attack

If others don't have internal strength to support them, your sword can't hurt them at all!"

Song Qingshu thought about it and felt that he was absolutely right.

You managed to hit someone, but in the end you couldn't even break their golden bell. How can you inflict damage on the other person?

"If you are talking purely about martial arts, if the opponent does not use internal force, your mastery of the Song family's swordsmanship is enough to defeat a third-rate warrior." Yin Liting analyzed, "It's just that the world cannot be a fair competition.

If you really meet a third-rate warrior, you may not even know how to die... or lose."

Yin Liting seemed to have thought of something bad and looked a little embarrassed.

"That's what happened to your third uncle. Back then, he was extremely skilled in martial arts and had few rivals in the world, but yet he was tricked and ended up in this situation..." Yin Liting sighed.

Yu Daiyan, one of the Three Heroes of Wudang, failed to seize the sword and was plotted against him. His body was paralyzed and he lost all his martial arts skills. He suffered in pain for ten years. If he had been defeated and injured head-on, it wouldn't have been so bad, but he fell into the trap of evil. This is called

How could he not hate!

"The rivers and lakes are dangerous, and people's hearts are dangerous." Song Qingshu sighed involuntarily when he recalled Yu Daiyan's experience.

"That's right!" Yin Liting gave Song Qingshu another thumbs up, "It's great that you have such an awareness. Traveling in the world is the most dangerous thing. The righteous way of martial arts can at most hand you a bright gun, but some evil spirits and heretics can shoot at you without hesitation.

stab in the back."

There is also a lot of filth in a decent family! Song Qingshu only thought about this in his heart, but did not tell Yin Liting.

"Speaking of which, Uncle Six, please teach me some skills!" Song Yuanqiao had left long ago, and Song Qingshu acted like a coquettish child, tugging at the sleeves of Yin Liting's Taoist robe.

"Haha, easy to say!" Yin Liting smiled heartily, stood up and drew his sword.

"Today, I will first teach you the Taiyi Xuanmen Sword. You are the best in my Wudang swordsmanship."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Liting drew his sword and came out of his body, and his figure turned into sharp shadows in mid-air. As the saying goes: "The sky is shaken when birds fly, and the ground is not touched by dust. In one blow, it is as if the breeze disappears."

The sword, amidst all the changes, can only see the sword but not the person."

This set of swordsmanship mainly focuses on six skills: chopping, hanging, teasing, stabbing, point and pick. It is said that Zhang Sanfeng inherited the Quanzhen Dafa and created it.

"Can you learn it?" After the performance, Yin Liting stood proudly with his sword in his hand and asked with a smile on his face.

He was deliberately teasing the child. He didn't slow down the first time, he just hit it heartily. Even a top martial arts master might not be able to master this swordsmanship.

But seeing Song Qingshu's face being serious and silent at first, he actually nodded nervously after a moment.

"Uncle Liu's swordsmanship is indeed exquisite. I only understand a general outline, but I don't fully understand it."

"Ah?" Yin Liting was shocked, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Qingshu, aren't you kidding Uncle Six?"

Song Qingshu shook his head: "I'll show it to you and ask Uncle Six for advice."

Before Yin Liting could react, Song Qingshu had already stepped onto the balcony with his sword. The shadow of the sword was flying, and it was actually sixty percent similar to the sword move Yin Liting had just made!

"Hiss..." Yin Liting took a breath.

What kind of monster is this!

It should be noted that Taiyi Xuanmen Sword was born out of Quanzhen Sword Technique. Quanzhen Sword Technique was created by the master Chongyang Patriarch of the previous dynasty. Although the sword moves are simple, they contain the most simple way.

When Quanzhen Taoist priests practice this swordsmanship, although they are not as good as others at first, as they get older and their inner strength deepens, they become incredibly strong.

Therefore, Quanzhen Swordsmanship is also listed as a first-class martial arts!

Today, Yin Liting was just playing alone, but Song Qingshu actually learned it perfectly.

"Try it again and show it to me!" Yin Liting said solemnly.

"good."

Song Qingshu nodded and performed Taiyi Xuanmen Sword again. But this time he was more proficient than last time, and he also gained a lot of new understanding of the awkward parts just now.

Strange to say, these sword moves seemed to be engraved in his heart. As soon as he raised the sword, sword shadows appeared in his eyes.

Could it be the muscle memory of this body? Song Qingshu wondered in his heart, but Yin Liting's next words dispelled his doubts.

"You are indeed a born swordsman!" Yin Liting pointed his sword at Song Qingshu in a somewhat glum manner.

Song Qingshu:......

The two looked at each other for a while, and Yin Liting retracted his sword in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry! It's easy for me to do this when I'm excited..." Yin Liting said apologetically.

Then he walked into Song Qingshu a few steps and stared at him with the eyes of sizing up a treasure.

"Uncle Six, what's wrong? Did I make a mistake just now?" Song Qingshu was a little confused.

"No, it's not." Yin Liting put down his sword and suddenly patted Song Qingshu on the shoulder.

"You have never practiced Taiyi Xuanmen Sword before, but now you are able to do this. I am so surprised...I thought of something...I will give you another set of swordsmanship.

Look, if you can still learn..."

This time Yin Liting used a sword that was flickering and erratic. To ordinary people, it looked like a shadow swaying left and right.

After finishing his work, Yin Liting adjusted his breath with one palm. He felt quite uneasy inside. If Qingshu could even read this set of swordsmanship, then he...

"Hmm." Song Qingshu rubbed his chin and said: "This swordsmanship seems to be erratic, but in fact it is just a trick. There are too many deceptive moves, but there may be another mystery in the killing move. I will use the single-round move.

I probably remember about four to five points."

After he finished speaking, he performed it again as usual. This time, Yin Liting's jaw almost dropped.

"He really did it!"
To be continued...