In one day and one night, Feng Qingyang taught the entire set of swordsmanship carefully.
During this period, except for the Huashan disciples who went up the mountain to deliver meals, a few people did not come out of the cave until Feng Qingyang finished explaining all the sword skills.
Except for the Broken Palm Style and the Broken Qi Style, which Linghu Chong could not fully understand due to his poor internal skills, he had already memorized the other sword techniques firmly in his mind.
The two of them looked at Xu Yin and saw that he was smiling but with a slightly confused look in his eyes. They both knew that he didn't have that much control.
Linghu Chong felt proud and thought to himself: I have learned the sword skills of Grand Master Uncle, but you have not learned them all. Even if I lead the sword sect to find trouble, I will definitely send you away. At least I can share the worries of my master and my wife!
Feng Qingyang shook his head, a little disappointed with Xu Yin's understanding, but since he said he would only pass it on once, he would naturally not pass it on a second time.
"In this case, it depends on the understanding of each of you two. I will not pass on this Dugu Nine Swords to others."
The two of them bowed and saluted, and each invited Feng Qingyang to come out of the mountain. Feng Qingyang said nothing and jumped into the sea of clouds and rime, making it difficult to find his trace.
Xu Yin was silent for a moment and then planned to leave.
Linghu Chong caught up, "Brother Xu, are you planning to start another sword fight?"
"If Yue Buqun really has the tools of a gentleman, I may not help him, but his virtue is not worthy of his position. The orthodoxy of Huashan should be occupied by those with virtue."
"Is your master worthy of his position?!"
Xu Yin turned around and said, "Time will tell everything."
After taking a few steps, I noticed that Tian Boguang was still lying on the side. He had been knocked unconscious again by Feng Qingyang with heavy techniques, and he had not woken up until now.
Xu Yin swung his sword, and the lone thief who had traveled thousands of miles immediately spilled his blood all over the ground and died in his sleep. His past evil deeds were also wiped out.
Linghu Chong was dumbfounded at first. Although he was obliged by Tian Boguang to refrain from killing many times and it was inconvenient for him to kill someone after he was superior in martial arts, he had no reason to stop others from killing evildoers.
After Xu Yin left, he threw Tian Boguang's body down Siguo Cliff, shook his head and said: "Brother Tian, you have an upright personality. I, Linghu Chong, respect you as a man, but after all, you have committed many crimes, but I can't stop you.
Others will kill you. Be a good person in the next life, and maybe we will have a chance to drink together."
After Xu Yin left Huashan, he went deep into the Qinling Mountains.
The Qinling Mountains are continuous and the roads are dangerous. Even hunters in the mountains rarely go deep into them.
The place where Jian Zong lives in seclusion is located in a place where many mountains are spread out and human traces are rare.
Xu Yin used Qinggong and hook claws to climb over two dangerous cliffs. Through the clouds and mist in the mountains, he saw a very beautiful mountain peak, filled with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, and a flying waterfall like a Milky Way hanging upside down. The scenery was extremely beautiful and magnificent.
Under the mountain peak, a small spring flows and is surrounded by many terraces. On the top of the mountain, there are five simple houses built with bamboo, wood and thatch. There are bamboos behind the house and chrysanthemums planted in front of the house. It must be the favorite place for hermits like Tao Yuanming, and it is also the seclusion of the descendants of the Jianzong.
place.
Although the scenery here is beautiful and peaceful, and it is also the place where Xu Yin grew up since childhood, Xu Yin prefers prosperity to poverty. He does not like this place where he grows chrysanthemums and grows mulberry trees to hide from the world.
With such a personality, I really feel sorry for the hidden word in his name.
The so-called pastoral songs are envied by many people who are tired of prosperity.
But in fact, all dietary and pharmaceutical products need to be produced and solved by ourselves.
Farm work is very tedious and tiring.
Moreover, facing a few fixed people all day long, as time goes by, few people who do not have a naturally peaceful mind can endure it all the time.
Among the senior sword sects who live in seclusion here, apart from Feng Buping, who is a martial arts fanatic who practices and raises swords all day long, Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi leave the world for a few months every year to enjoy the prosperous place in the world of mortals.
When Xu Yin came back this time, the three of them happened to be there.
"You bastard, you've only been down the mountain for half a year, and you're back so soon?"
Feng Buping was wearing simple coarse clothes, sitting on a wicker chair he had woven, wiping the sword in his hand.
When he saw Xu Yin, there was a hint of joy in his eyes, but he pretended to be angry and majestic.
Xu Yin saluted respectfully. Although he did not admire this master, he always respected him.
First, I raised him with my own hands and had the grace to nurture him;
Secondly, Feng Buping taught Huashan swordsmanship and never kept it secret.
Although he has a somewhat violent temper and will inevitably curse whenever he doesn't learn well, he does it for his own good after all.
Since Xu Yin was young, Feng Buping has been obsessed with regaining the sword sect, and he even studied swordsmanship intensively for this purpose and created a set of violent wind swords.
In the original work, if he had not encountered Linghu Chong, a bad guy, he and Yue Buqun would not have lost to each other in a head-on battle.
In terms of swordsmanship alone, Yue Buqun certainly cannot be Feng Buping's opponent. Even in terms of internal strength, the two are almost the same.
It's just that Yue Buqun's Zixia Magic Kung Fu, a martial art that uses the transformation of true energy, can greatly improve the practitioner's abilities in all aspects when it is in operation, enough to make up for the gap in swordsmanship between the two sides.
However, according to the concept of the two sword qi sects, the sword sect is stronger than the early stage, and the qi sect is stronger than the later stage. In comparison, Yue Buqun is still not as good as Feng Buping.
At this time, Cong Buqi and Cheng Buyou, who were in the room, also came out and were greatly surprised when they saw Xu Yin.
"Little bastard, what's new in the world now?" Cheng Buyou asked carelessly.
Xu Yin casually recounted his experience in the past six months, but concealed the matter of Feng Qingyang passing on the sword.
Feng Buping and the others were dumbfounded when they heard this. They had never thought that the only successor of the Sword Sect who had been raised since childhood would do so many things that would make him famous in the world just after he left the profession.
He plotted to seize the sword manual to ward off evil spirits, defeated the master of Qingcheng and the deputy master of Songshan with his sword, and brutally killed more than thirty left-handed masters in Heluo Yedian.
Any one of them is enough to make people stunned.
So much so that Feng Buping suspected that Xu Yin was boasting and couldn't help but stare.
"You bastard, you didn't learn anything well when you came down from the mountain, but you learned the art of bragging and farting from those gangsters!
If you don't get along as well as you want in the world, others may not be able to take revenge on you if you live in seclusion here!"
Apparently Feng Buping thought that Xu Yin had suffered a setback in the arena, so he started bragging about it.
Xu Yin had known that they would react like this, so he smiled and said: "Master and uncle, if you don't believe it, why don't you test the swordsmanship of your disciples."
Feng Buping and the other three looked at each other in confusion, and finally Feng Buping took the initiative to test Xu Yin's sword skills.
He knew very well that this disciple's swordsmanship was very skillful. Even when he first started as a disciple, he could give himself a lot of headaches by mixing the water-avoiding swordsmanship with the Huashan swordsmanship.
So when he took action, he used the self-created Swift Wind Sword. The sword was as powerful as the wind and rain, and its shadow was almost invisible.
Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi knew that the senior brother was using his full strength and the sword's edge would affect a huge area, so they quickly retreated.
However, this time... Feng Buping's violent wind sword had not yet fully formed, but Xu Yin stabbed him in several unrelated spaces with the water-avoiding sword, immediately terminating the force of his violent wind.
If he had followed his original intention of using the sword in succession, he would have hit Xu Yin's sword with his hand. Even if he changed his moves temporarily, the rhythm would be interrupted and it would appear very fragmented, making it difficult to pose a threat.