He likes Li Muchan's impatience very much. Only if he has a pure love for martial arts can he still be impatient to hear new martial arts even when he is tired and sleepy.
He met many people and practiced martial arts very hard. Unfortunately, he didn't just like martial arts, but just to get ahead and become famous.
This kind of utilitarianism can sometimes be a boost. In the early stage, it will make you surpass your peers, but in the later stage, it will become an obstacle and prevent you from going further.
Only pure love and interest is the best way. You will be willing to practice, meditate all the time, think about it day and night, dream about it, and gain something.
The two entered the small courtyard, and Li Muchan took a look at it. It was ordinary. There was a bamboo forest in the west, a flower garden in the east, a flat martial arts training ground in the middle, and a small pavilion on the side. The stone tables and chairs in the pavilion were simple and elegant.
Li Muchan didn't bring any gift baggage and came alone. Chen Daotang went directly into the small pavilion and took out a booklet from his arms.
Li Muchan took it and took a look, the Great Sword of Sorrow.
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows. The name was very familiar, and it had a Buddhist feel. The martial arts of the Mingjing Sect didn't seem to come from Buddhism, right?
There is no Buddhism or Taoism in this world, only martial arts. There are budding ideas of Taoism, but there is no clear concept, and there is a lack of an opportunity.
In this world, strength is respected, and people focus on martial arts rather than ideas. Unexpectedly, the original world had a stage where a hundred schools of thought contended, and people valued practicality rather than fantasy.
Chen Daotang said warmly: "Wuji, the Great Compassion Sword may seem simple, but it contains infinite mysteries. Don't underestimate it."
Li Muchan nodded and opened the booklet. There was no text in it, only posture diagrams. There were eight postures in total, and each posture was not complicated.
Li Muchan became interested, raised his head and said, "Don't you have any mental skills?"
"Everything is contained in it." Chen Daotang said: "This is the original appearance of the Dabei Sword Manual. It is a rubbing copy, and it has not changed at all."
Li Muchan nodded. In terms of martial arts, he was far more advanced than ordinary people. He had seen too many secrets. When he saw this, he understood that this was the way to practice martial arts.
Sword postures contain mental skills, and the most important thing is the preparation of postures. Preparing postures does not just follow the instructions in this booklet. You need to find your own suitable posture, have a subtle sense of the body, and be able to adjust yourself.
Since coming to this world, I have never encountered this kind of martial arts. I have seen it in several previous worlds, and they are all top-notch unique skills.
These eight sword postures are simple and without any tricks. To turn them into truly useful martial arts, they need to be practiced extremely proficiently. It is not easy to simplify them into complex ones.
"How?" Chen Daotang saw Li Muchan's brows slowly frowning and smiled: "Do you feel you have no clue?"
Li Muchan looked up at him and smiled: "It's really fun!"
Chen Daotang said: "Oh——? Have you found the feeling?"
Li Muchan smiled and said, "Can these eight sword techniques affect the movement of internal energy?"
"Not bad!" Chen Daotang couldn't help but admire and nodded: "It seems that you have figured out the way. Okay, I won't talk nonsense, just practice! ... Don't worry about food and clothing, someone will help you
you!"
He said and stood up. Li Muchan sent him away without much restraint. Before leaving, Chen Daotang said: "I will come back in a month to see if you can become a disciple of the sect... Nothing will happen to Tianyuan Pavilion.
As long as you become a disciple of the sect, the war between the two parties will cease."
Li Muchan said: "If I can't get in, are you really going to kill me?"
"Haha..." Chen Daotang laughed and shook his head: "You are so underestimating us. Even if you can't get in, the Qinghe Sword Sect will not cause trouble for you!"
Li Muchan clasped his fists: "Thank you so much, Senior Brother Chen!"
Chen Daotang waved his hands calmly, turned and left.
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In the following month, Li Muchan has been practicing the Great Compassion Sword behind closed doors. He is very experienced in practicing this kind of martial arts. He first deduced it in his mind and quickly found the most suitable posture for him. Then he practiced it over and over again, and his original internal strength was slowly transformed.
It is the inner strength of the Great Compassion Sword, which is gentle, peaceful, and mellow.
The internal force first transforms and then grows. As the sword skills become more proficient and fit with the body, the internal force grows faster. In one month, Li Mu's meditation increased by 10%.
At this point, it is very difficult to make further progress. Li Muchan estimates that it will take about a year to grow by 10%.
This Great Sorrow Sword is indeed exquisite, but it is only the most basic martial arts. This makes Li Muchan more and more curious about the martial arts of the Mingjing Sect, and he is itching to stop it.
In the early morning of this day, Li Muchan was practicing the Great Compassion Sword, slowly and calmly, just like practicing the Tai Chi sword, using the sword's posture to drive the flow of internal energy, twice as fast as meditating.
Chen Daotang's voice suddenly came from outside: "Wuji?"
Li Muchan floated behind the door and stretched out his sword. The tip of the sword stuck to the door bolt. The courtyard door opened, and Chen Daotang in a green shirt stood outside.
Chen Daotang's green shirt fluttered and he looked at him with a smile: "Wuji, are you ready for practice?"
Li Muchan smiled: "Senior Brother Chen, please come in!"
Chen Daotang stepped into the small courtyard, and a cold light flashed around his waist. Li Muchan swung his sword calmly and slowly, as if he had expected the tip of the sword to pass through, and he happened to be waiting there.
"Ding..." Li Muchan and Chen Daotang took a step back at the same time.
"Okay!" Chen Daotang shouted, and the sword light was like a wave of waves, drawing Li Muchan into it.
Li Muchan slowly swung his sword, and the sword light turned into a silver sword and wrapped around his body, blocking Chen Daotang's dense sword light from his body, calmly and calmly.
After a long while, Chen Daotang put away his sword and nodded with a smile: "Okay, Wuji, you passed the test!"
Li Muchan kept using the Great Compassion Sword over and over again, and there were only eight sword techniques, which evolved into endless moves in his hands without falling behind.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Senior Brother Chen, am I considered a beginner?"
Chen Daotang nodded: "Follow me to see the sect master later!"
Li Muchan breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know how far he had to practice the Great Compassion Sword to reach the standard. He was curious and eager about the martial arts of the Mingjing Sect, so he was inevitably nervous.
"Senior Brother Chen, has it been a month?"
"One month!" Chen Daotang said with a smile. It is easy to lose track of time after studying martial arts. This is not surprising. He continued: "Wuji, if you can practice to this level, my face will be bright, let's go!"
He turned around and stepped out of the small courtyard, followed by Li Muchan. The two of them went out to the east, then turned north, passed through the lively martial arts training ground, and entered the central hall.
The grand hall was majestic, and the closer you got, the smaller you felt. Chen Daotang walked straight in, with no guards on either side and no one to stop him.
Li Muchan then entered the main hall and saw two people in the hall. A burly old man was sitting on the Grand Master's chair with his back to the south, and a slim and sexy woman was standing with her back to them. The two were talking.
When the two came in, the burly old man looked up and said with a smile: "Daotang, is this Li Wuji?"
Li Muchan took a look at the old man. His face was purple, his appearance was dignified, and he had an upright demeanor. His eyes were like cold lightning, which was shocking.
This must be Huang Ningtian, the leader of the Mingjing Sect.
The slim woman also turned around. She had a round face, about twenty years old, sexy and charming. She looked at Li Muchan with a smile, her eyes were like crescent moons, and her eyes were full of enticing waves.
Li Muchan clasped his fists and said, "Li Wuji has met the sect leader."
"Haha, there is no need to be polite." Huang Ningtian waved his hand and said with a smile: "Can Wuji pass through the Dao Hall?"
"It's a piece of cake!" Chen Daotang smiled.
"Okay, it's great to congratulate our Mingjing Sect for adding another talented person!" Huang Ningtian clapped his hands and laughed, pointing at the sexy woman and said: "This is Li Ye, we will be a family in the future, get along well!"
Li Muchan clasped his fists and smiled, vaguely guessing her identity in his heart, but did not say anything. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Piaotian Literature Register Member to recommend this work. Your support is my greatest motivation.