"In the past six months, Zuo Lengchan will definitely prepare for the merger and must be on guard against it.
The overall strength of our Huashan sect is relatively weak, and our disciples suggest that we close the mountain for retreat after returning.
Not only each disciple, but also we must concentrate on cultivation. If there is nothing important, it is best not to go down the mountain."
"My master wants to take advantage of your power in Shaolin to expand our reputation and influence in Guanzhong.
When I was in Guanzhong chasing down those scum who burned our Huashan Mountain, many young men didn’t take us seriously!"
"When you are strong and powerful, your disciples still insist on their opinions."
After a battle with Linghu Chong, Xu Yin gained a new understanding of the way of swordsmanship. He felt that his skill in swordsmanship had reached its limit. If he wanted to break through again, he would probably have to work harder on heavy swords without sharp edges and lack of skills.
Later, when he defeated Linghu Chong, he used the soft sword to exert his overwhelming power, and he had a preliminary understanding. He still needs to continue to polish and even change weapons before he can explore a higher level.
Therefore, it is very necessary to spend half a year in retreat to settle down.
Moreover, over the past year, he has traveled around the world and fought with various opponents, and has learned a lot of experience, which needs to be fully transformed into his own strength through a process of accumulation.
Feng Buping finally agreed with Xu Yin's opinion, and of course many disciples did not dare to have other opinions.
Although retreat practice is boring and boring, they have recently come into contact with many superior martial arts, and they do need a retreat to practice specifically.
Presumably after half a year, the overall strength of the Huashan Sect will be greatly improved.
On the way, Xu Yin asked Lin Pingzhi why he came to worship at the mountain gate, but Lin Pingzhi took the initiative to step forward.
"Pingzhi pays homage to senior brother!"
"you are very funny."
Lin Pingzhi was so confused by Xu Yin's half-smiling words that he didn't know how to continue. He could only bite the bullet and said: "This world is about strength! What senior brother said that day at Fuwei Escort Agency, Pingzhi
I deeply agree!"
"Don't you hate me, the person who took away your family's ancestral sword manual?"
Lin Pingzhi raised his head, "Hate!"
The many Huashan disciples sitting around the bonfire all thought that they did not think highly of Lin Pingzhi, a rich young man, but they dared to say the word hate in front of their senior brother. That was really admirable.
Xu Yin lazily leaned against the tree, holding the water-avoiding sword in his arms as if holding a gentle woman.
"Really? Go on."
Lin Pingzhi gritted his teeth and continued: "But the one who deserves to be hated more should not be us, the Lin family. We obviously possess peerless secrets, but our sword skills are inferior to those of ordinary disciples of the Qingcheng Sect!
That’s why Pingzhi wants to become stronger, to become as strong as Senior Senior Brother! Only in this way can we protect my Lin family from being bullied! From now on, I am willing to learn swordsmanship with Senior Senior Brother, no matter what the price is!"
"Haha, you want to learn the evil-repelling sword technique from me."
"That's what I meant!"
"Honest! It's okay to pass the evil-proofing sword technique back to you, but you need to know that from now on, this sword technique is no longer your Lin family sword technique, but my Huashan sword technique!"
This time, even Feng Buping, who was pretending not to see it, turned around and saw that he had never asked his disciples to teach the Lin family's evil-fighting swordsmanship, because it was a martial art that he had acquired by his own strength, even though he was a
Master doesn't have the qualifications to make such a request.
But when I heard my disciple say this, I was certainly very relieved.
Lin Pingzhi looked confused. Has his family's ancestral swordsmanship turned into the Huashan Sect's swordsmanship?
But does he have a choice?
No!
So is there any need to say it?
Lin Pingzhi bowed and said: "This sword technique... will naturally be the Huashan sword technique from now on!"
"Okay! After returning to Huashan, I will teach it to the master. Whenever you can learn it, as long as the master approves it, I will teach you."
Lin Pingzhi looked at Feng Buping, and Feng Buping nodded, "Lay a good foundation, work sincerely, and I will pass on to you!"
"Disciple understands!"
That night, Lin Pingzhi had a peaceful sleep. He felt that one day the Fuwei Escort Agency would be able to stand tall in the martial arts world again.
Although the evil-repelling sword technique is powerful, if it were not for practicing the original sword technique that requires oneself, its power would only be shown in the body technique, while the sword technique would be mediocre.
Xu Yin has become less interested in this kind of martial arts as his strength has improved, so it doesn't matter if he transfers it to the Huashan inheritance.
After the group returned to the Huashan Sect, Xu Yin taught Feng Buping the improved evil-repelling sword technique.
Since then, the Huashan Party has announced that it will close the mountain and go into collective retreat!
At this time, the main body of Huashan Sect has been moved behind the Changkong Plank Road and is no longer at its original location.
The Changkong Plank Road is dangerous and difficult to navigate, easy to defend and difficult to attack, so practicing here will not be affected by the outside world.
As for the original site, Feng Buping originally planned to rebuild it after returning to the mountain. After all, Lin Pingzhi's joining brought a large amount of funds to the Huashan Sect. The current Huashan Sect can be said to be wealthy.
Just following Xu Yin's suggestion, we can only give up reconstruction for the time being, and wait for half a year to resolve the merger of the Songshan sect before discussing this move.
In this way, Huashan Mountain was closed and everyone went into seclusion to practice hard.
During this period of time, it was rare to find peace in the martial arts world.
In late autumn, in the Shaoshi Mountain of Songshan Mountain, in the wilderness of maple forest, there was a solitary grave.
There was a young nun in gray robes, squatting in front of the grave, stroking the rough wooden inscription and sobbing softly.
She talked a lot, then poured a bottle of wine, stood up after a long time, and staggered away.
After a long time, there was no one in the forest.
An old man in gray clothes, carrying three bottles of wine in his hand, came to the lonely grave with a lonely face, and stroked the tombstone carved from wood.
"Oh, that little nun just now is also very affectionate to you. If you chose her in the first place, why would you be like this? Come on, I'm afraid you won't be satisfied even with a bottle of wine. I will come to accompany you again."
The old man slowly poured the wine in the pot in front of the tomb, and poured three large pots in a row.
After a moment of silence, he patted the tombstone and whispered to himself: "I will keep an eye on him. He has already violated his oath once. If he violates it again, I will have no choice but to clean up the family..."
The old man gently flicked his sleeves, and all the weeds around the solitary grave flew up by their roots and fell three feet away.
He tapped his toe, and the person was already ten feet away. After a while, he disappeared and disappeared.
…
Among the peaks of Huashan Mountain, above a waterfall, is where several rivers converge, and they are extremely rapid.
By the river, there was a man who took off his shirt and was naked from the waist up, carrying a huge iron sword covered with rust.
This sword is more than six feet long, almost as tall as a person, with a spine as thick as two fingers and a blade as wide as two palms. It can be said to be a veritable giant door-panel sword.
After making preparations, he slowly walked into the center of the river. At this time, the water almost reached his chest and abdomen.
But they saw him holding the sword hilt with both hands, his arm muscles bulging, holding the giant sword above his head, his lower body sinking slightly, and just standing still like a statue with his back to the waterfall.
Under the two-phase action of buoyancy and momentum, even the best warriors in the lower body are rarely able to stand upright. However, he can maintain rock-like stability, which shows his profound skills.
From time to time there were broken logs and huge boulders rushing down the upper reaches. The man did not dodge or dodge, but struck head-on with his huge sword. Gold and stone collided, and sparks flew everywhere!
The man's feet were almost motionless, while the boulder was cut into two pieces and fell away from him.
He concentrated on practicing his sword for two hours, until the sun reached the zenith at noon.
"Big brother! It's time to eat, let's go ashore!"
Several people came running up to the shore and were noisy, all of them were disciples of the Huashan Sect.
The man in the river was Xu Yin. When he heard the sound, he supported his giant sword and walked slowly to the bank. Then he sat on the bank and silently adjusted his breath for a cup of tea before he regained his breath and started to eat.
The food box contains large amounts of fish and meat, supplemented by a small amount of wild vegetables and a night of ginseng soup.
This method of practice naturally draws on Yang Guo's experience in practicing the epee.
It's just that Yang Guo has snake gallbladder to replenish consumption and strengthen his internal strength, but Xu Yin doesn't...
But Yang Guo didn't have the advantages that Xu Yin had.