It was said to be Chen time, but he was ahead of schedule.
The so-called back mountain is due east, east of Wuji Hall. Behind Wuji Hall is a cliff as sharp as a sword. The wind is strong, the waves roar, and there are only a few caves, which cannot be inhabited.
There are lush forests in the east, including peach trees, jujube trees, pear trees, locust trees, pine trees, and poplar trees of all kinds, all over Canghai Mountain, full of vitality.
Following the instructions from his master, Li Muchan came to a pine forest and walked eastward until he reached the depths and finally saw a small pavilion.
The small pavilion has an octagonal shape, a white roof and white pillars. It is exquisite yet grand, exuding solemnity. It is shaded by tall pine trees and is difficult to detect even when looking down from the sky.
Most of the surrounding pine trees are hundreds of years old, tall and strong, towering into the sky.
The thickest ones require three people to hug them. Some were struck by lightning and burned into pieces, while others were split in half, but they still had young shoots growing and were tenacious in life.
When Li Muchan came to the pavilion, the old man in yellow robes with fluttering skirts was standing in the pavilion in trance. A ray of sun shone on him, his silver beard was fluttering, and he looked like an immortal.
Li Muchan already knew from his master that the old man in yellow shirt was named Lan Chunhe. He was the only remaining disciple among the thirteen generations and the most senior among the Canghai Sword Sect.
As for martial arts, he hasn't done anything for many years, so no one knows the depth of it.
Among the disciples in front of the mountain, Wen Yinyue is the strongest in martial arts, even better than Lan, and even better than Master Zhuzhao, but he is by no means the best in the entire Canghai Sword Sect.
There are many masters behind the mountain who are more senior and live in seclusion. The world doesn't know about them. Even among the disciples of the sect, only a few people know about them.
Li Muchan came closer and said, "Great uncle."
Lan Chunhe turned around and looked at him coldly: "You're late!"
Li Muchan said respectfully: "Yes, disciple, come earlier next time."
It was not yet Chen time, but he said he was late. He was obviously looking for trouble. Li Muchan would not refute, he was just asking for trouble.
Lan Chunhe looked at Li Muchan for a few times, his eyes were shining brightly, as if he wanted to see through Li Muchan's heart, and after a while he said: "What kind of kung fu do you want to learn?"
As he spoke, he left the pavilion and came to the open space in front.
The open space on this side is more than ten meters in diameter, neither big nor small. It looks like it was formed by uprooting a few pine trees. It is still surrounded by towering trees. It looks like a cage at first glance.
Li Muchan followed and said: "Fingering method... I have seen the Vajra Finger of Landa Temple."
"Fingering..." Lan Chunhe stood in the center of the field, his face darkened, and he sneered: "Our Zhen sect's martial arts is fingering. Hey, future generations are incompetent, and our predecessors are embarrassed, and they have been lost!"
Li Muchan said: "I heard from Master that our lost Canghai Divine Sword is extremely powerful."
Lan Chunhe sneered: "If the Canghai Divine Sword hadn't been lost, the seven sects were all bullshit. Who would dare to stand side by side with us?!"
Li Muchan nodded. He had experienced the power of the Canghai Sword Qi. It was only stronger than the Vajra Finger. It must be true that my great-uncle had such confidence.
Lan Chunhe took a deep breath, calmed down, and hummed: "Now, the only thing I can do is to practice the Nine Swords of the Sea."
"Is it impossible to restore the Canghai Divine Sword?" Li Muchan asked.
Lan Chunhe glared at him: "Why not?!... Our predecessors could create something from scratch, why can't we?... You have a good understanding, I'll leave it to you!"
Li Muchan immediately smiled bitterly: "Great uncle..."
"Be timid before fighting, that's all you have?!" Lan Chunhe sneered.
Li Muchan smiled bitterly and said: "Although my disciple has some understanding, I dare not be arrogant. I am afraid that what several generations cannot accomplish is..."
"Don't be arrogant, and don't belittle yourself!" Lan Chunhe snorted: "The magical power of Vajra Indestructibility has been lost for several generations, and no one has ever practiced the Ming Dynasty King Sutra. You can do these, and the Canghai Divine Sword is a piece of cake!"
Li Muchan could only smile bitterly and shake his head.
Lan Chunhe glared and said, "You brat, if you can't come up with the Canghai Divine Sword before I die, I will kill you and come down with me to be my companion!"
Li Muchan looked at him and saw that his expression was serious. His mind activated and he felt a faint murderous aura.
Knowing that great uncle was not joking, he sighed and said: "If a disciple wants to restore the Canghai Divine Sword, he needs to be proficient in fingering. I learned a set of Canghai Divine Finger, but the master said that it is not a top-notch skill."
"Hmm..." Lan Chunhe pondered for a while and said: "The most powerful fingering method in the world is the Baihong Finger of the Nangong Family, followed by the Vajra Finger of the Landa Temple. The other fingering methods, although exquisite, are not as powerful as the two."
"Then our Canghai Divine Sword..." Li Muchan just started to speak, then stopped, feeling that the question was nonsense.
Sure enough, Lan Chunhe's eyes widened and he snorted coldly: "Compared with the Canghai Divine Sword, the white rainbow finger and the diamond finger are not worthy of holding shoes!"
Li Muchan nodded helplessly.
Lan Chunhe thought for a while and said: "Saint Xuefeng also has a fingering method... called Ningshuang Finger, which is also extremely powerful, not inferior to Baihong Finger and Diamond Finger."
"Great uncle, it seems that the Taibai Sword Sect also has fingering techniques." Li Muchan said.
Lan Chunhe sneered: "Humph, the Ice Soul Finger is extremely powerful!"
Li Muchan said: "How does it compare to Ningshuang Zhi?"
"You're not worthy of carrying shoes!" Lan Chunhe waved his hand and said, "I have an old relationship with Sheng Xuefeng. After a while, you can go over and see if you can learn Frost Finger."
"Can this be done?" Li Muchan was surprised.
Such powerful fingering techniques are presumably the foundation of the sect and will never be spread to outsiders. Moreover, he is a disciple of the Canghai Sword Sect.
Lan Chunhe's face was stern: "Stop talking nonsense!...Besides fingering, what other kung fu do you want to learn?"
"Swordsmanship." Li Muchan said.
Lan Chunhe nodded and said: "Well, practice the sword skills you have practiced again!"
Li Muchan unsheathed his sword and practiced all the sword techniques he had learned, including the Twelve Plum Blossom Swords, the Eight Zhenyue Swords, the Qiankun Sword Technique, the Tianshu Sword, and the two swords passed down by Master Zhu Zhao.
The sword light flickered and the cold air illuminated Lan Chunhe's face.
He frowned and shook his head. When Li Muchan stopped his sword and sheathed it and looked at him, he snorted: "That's nonsense, that's nonsense! You call this swordsmanship?"
Li Muchan smiled bitterly and said nothing. He had practiced very well. He was feeling hearty and refreshed, feeling indescribably relaxed and ready to leave.
"You don't call this swordsmanship!" Lan Chunhe snorted.
Li Muchan asked: "Great uncle, am I not practicing well?"
Lan Chunhe snorted: "You are fundamentally wrong!... Let me ask you, what is a sword?"
Li Muchan thought for a moment and said, "Isn't a sword a weapon?"
"Hmph, the sword is the hand!" Lan Chunhe snorted and said, "If you can't combine your body and sword, it will be useless no matter how good your swordsmanship is!"
He waved his hand to stop Li Muchan and said, "Okay, let's learn the palm technique today!"
Li Muchan responded excitedly, it would be best if he learned martial arts. Moreover, the martial arts passed down by his great-uncle were definitely extraordinary and very powerful.
Lan Chunhe lifted up the skirt of his clothes, tied it to his waist, and practiced a set of palm techniques neatly and neatly. They were simple, brisk, and clear at a glance. There were only nine moves. It was so simple that Li Muchan was a little disappointed.
Lan Chunhe stopped his momentum, turned around and said, "Can you see clearly?"
Li Muchan nodded, thoughtfully: "Great uncle, what kind of palm technique is this?"
"Nine Palms of the Sea." Lan Chunhe said, glancing at Li Muchan as if he could see his thoughts, but without saying much, he said: "Practice it once and let me see!"
Li Muchan came off the stage and practiced the palm technique just now.
Only then did he realize that there was something strange. These moves looked simple and not difficult at all, but when he practiced them, they were awkward and unintentionally distorted.
Lan Chunhe hummed: "You have a good eye but a low hand! Practice more!"
Li Muchan responded and then practiced again.
He knows his shortcomings, his hands, feet and thinking are not in sync with each other, and he is slow to learn. If others practice once, he needs to practice three or four times. He just needs to practice a few more times.
But this time it was different. He practiced it again and it should have been better, but the result was the opposite. It was even more awkward and out of shape.
Lan Chunhe watched with cold eyes and said nothing.
Li Muchan continued to practice, over and over again, but each time was worse than the last, which aroused his temper. He didn't believe it, and he had to practice well.
I practiced five times in one breath, my whole body was sweating profusely, my blood was surging, my face was flushed, and I finally stopped.
At this time, thousands of golden lights illuminated the forest, and the golden light also shone on Li Muchan.
Lan Chunhe shook his head and stroked his beard, snorted and said: "You brat, do you understand? It's a complete joke that you want to learn the Nine Palms of the Sea based on just the moves!"
Li Muchan smiled bitterly and nodded, understanding.
There is no shortage of smart people in the martial arts world. They have a photographic memory, memorize moves, and go back and slowly figure it out. Maybe they can learn those unique skills.
However, the secrets of each major sect have never been stolen. Obviously, there is a secret behind them. The key is the mental method.
"Please give me some advice from my great-uncle!" Li Muchan said.
Lan Chunhe snorted and explained slowly, practicing each move.
Li Muchan practiced it five times in one go. He became familiar with the palm technique and deeply understood the awkwardness. Once he was given some guidance, it was as if the joints had been opened and everything became smooth, like a flood flowing thousands of miles away.
He learns quickly, absorbing water like a sponge.
After Lan Chunhe's guidance, Li Muchan practiced it five more times. By the last time, it looked like it, but it just lacked the heat.
This set of palm techniques is controlled by Canghai Shenggong. Lan Chunhe teaches the key points of transporting and exerting force. Where to use Yin Jin, where to use Ming Jin, where not to use force, where to use to withdraw Jin, and where to release Jin.
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The moves are simple, but the luck is extremely complicated. If you want to learn it for another person, it will not be difficult for only a month or two.
The moves are simple but the mental techniques are complex, which is exactly what Li Muchan likes.
"You have finally learned this palm technique." After Li Muchan practiced it again, Lan Chunhe nodded, stroking his beard and said, "Next step, turn it into the sword."
Li Muchan was surprised: "Hua Rui Hua Zhong?"
Lan Chunhe snorted coldly: "My whole family doesn't understand the palm technique and sword technique. What did this girl Zhuzhao teach!... Come to me in a month!"
After saying that, he waved his hand and the yellow shadow disappeared in a flash.