For a long time after Feng Qingyang left, Ling Jing still didn't come back to his senses. At this time, maybe he was tired from standing for too long, so he sat cross-legged on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, the expression on his face began to change unpredictably. Sometimes he frowned, sometimes he was happy, and sometimes he was thinking hard. His expression was like a cloud, changing rapidly.
At this time, the three hundred and sixty variations of the "General Style" of the Dugu Nine Swords were emerging in his mind one by one. Although after Feng Qingyang's careful explanation, he was already familiar with the variations of the sword moves contained in them.
, but this "general tactic" is inherently dependent on the next eight moves of swordsmanship. If the latter eight moves lack this "general tactic", it will not look good. But now, after careful consideration, he can
I also found that the three hundred and sixty variations of this "general technique" must be practiced with the last eight sword techniques to confirm each other before they can be fully learned.
Although Feng Qingyang has now explained all these changes clearly and clearly, it does not mean that he will be able to understand them once he memorizes them.
Naturally, he has no shortage of talent, but now that he lacks the following eight sword skills, he can only be "a skillful woman can't make a meal without straw". At the moment, he has to calm down and meditate these changes in his heart, even if he can understand them.
Think about it again, and then think about it one by one in your mind based on Feng Qingyang’s instructions.
After about an hour passed like this, he had already understood two or three changes of this "general formula". At this time, he suddenly stood up and picked up an ancient long stick from the ground.
Sword, and then quickly thrust out the long sword in his hand, confirming the various changes in swordsmanship in his heart, and began to slowly use various changes in this "general technique".
But in just an instant, sword shadows were flying inside the secret cave.
Ling Jing's expression was a little solemn. Although he knew that the highest level of the "Dugu Nine Swords" was "to win with no moves but one move," he was only the first time he came into contact with this sword technique, and he knew that he still needed to learn from it.
The realm of "youzhao" slowly transitions. After you have integrated these three hundred and sixty changes one by one, and then forget them all, this is the highest realm of swordsmanship that Feng Qingyang said.
At the moment, I didn't dare to relax at all, because the changes in the sword technique of this "general technique" were so unconstrained, and every change in the sword technique was really "beyond the reach of ordinary people, and what ordinary people don't think of".
The number of moves was so unbelievable that even though he was using the sword technique in his own hands, he could not help but feel shocked and amazed in his heart.
He was so immersed in the "general technique" of the Dugu Nine Swords that he forgot about the passage of time, but before he knew it, the sky outside became slightly brighter.
At this time, Linghu Chong outside the secret cave suddenly yawned, turned over and sat up from the stone bed. Seeing that Ling Jing's stone bed was empty, he thought: "Junior brother really works harder than me. I didn't expect to go to bed so early."
I've already gotten up to practice."
He had been tapped by Feng Qingyang for two days in a row, so he was naturally unaware of the old man and the young man learning swordsmanship. At this time, he got up and walked into the secret cave, wanting to talk to Ling Jing.
call.
But just as he stepped into the secret cave, he suddenly stopped on the spot, with a look of shock on his face.
At that time, the torches in the secret cave had long been burned out. At this moment, through the dim light reflected from the outside, Linghu Chong could only see a blurry black figure drawing a sword at an extremely fast speed. The sword was like thunder, buzzing continuously.
, the strands of silver light on the sword finally connected into an invisible network. This situation is really weird.
When had he ever seen such a superb swordsmanship? He couldn't help but look at it intently. He saw the man thrusting his sword downwards, and thought: "If we were against an enemy, I'm afraid that this sword attack would kill the opponent."
Left leg." But all of a sudden, he saw the man's long sword swipe again, turning from stabbing to teasing, followed by three consecutive sword strikes, and the sword light suddenly enveloped the left, middle and right sides in front of him.
Linghu Chong was surprised when he saw it, and thought to himself: "Why does this man's swordsmanship look so weird? The master taught us swordsmanship, which is to be "stable" and "accurate", but this man's swordsmanship is too steep and inconsistent with
What the master taught is completely contrary to what I taught you."
Seeing that this man's sword skills were weird, he couldn't help but think again, "If he attacks me like this, I still need to intercept his sword path with my sword skills of "Drunk the Universe". Ah, no, he just struck with a sword
The thrust was so fast that I didn’t know when he turned to attack my upper plate. I couldn’t stop this sword, I couldn’t stop it! And then there were three swords in a row that blocked my retreat on the left, middle and right. So what?
withstand?"
When he thought of this, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. In a hurry, he didn't know how many swordsmanship moves he ran through in his mind. Even many miscellaneous students thought about them one by one, but he still felt that this move was unstoppable. If he
If he faced an enemy, he would be stabbed to death with just one sword strike.
Linghu Chong was sweating profusely, and said anxiously: "This man's swordsmanship is so good, I'm afraid that my master and my wife are no match for him. Now my master and my wife are not on the mountain, and I don't know where my junior brother has gone. If this person wants to attack us in Huashan,
If it’s not good, how should I deal with it?”
He was panic-stricken and immediately lost his bearings. Unexpectedly, at this moment, a burst of yellow light suddenly lit up in the cave. He looked up and saw that the man wielding the sword had sheathed the sword at some point and walked away.
Go to the side and light the torch.
Linghu Chong couldn't help but take two steps back and took a closer look. However, the more he looked, the more familiar his back became. Finally, when he saw him turning around, he let out a long sigh of relief.
After he saw this person's face, he finally confirmed that this person was Ling Jing. He let out a long breath, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and thought to himself: "It turns out that it's my junior brother who is practicing swordsmanship here. It's really a false alarm."
field."
Ling Jing saw Linghu Chong standing at the entrance of the secret cave with a strange look on his face, so he wondered: "Elder brother, why are you here?"
He knew in his heart that Linghu Chong had always been afraid of avoiding this secret cave. On weekdays, he only came in to say hello to him and never stayed here for even a moment, but now he saw him standing there stunned.
It's like a rock there, so it's not strange.
Linghu Chong gave him a strange look and said, "Junior brother, what sword technique were you practicing just now?"
He really had doubts in his heart. The sword technique used by Ling Jing just now was definitely not his own martial arts. As for the martial arts on the stone wall, he had also taken a rough look at them and found no trace of this strange sword technique.
Ling Jing was stunned when he heard this. When he was practicing his sword just now, he was so focused that he didn't pay attention to the movements around him, but he didn't want to be noticed by Linghu Chong.
He frowned and said, "Senior Brother, have you seen everything?"
Linghu Chong took two steps forward and said with lingering fear: "I saw it. Your sword technique is really weird. What kind of sword technique is it?"
However, Linghu Chong's question really stumped Ling Jing, and he didn't know how to answer it for a moment.
Last night, he spent a lot of effort to understand the three hundred and sixty changes of the "General Technique", and then he has been practicing non-stop. At first, he only practiced meticulously according to the changes in the sword technique, but he got it.
Later, his state gradually became a little strange.
He seemed to have forgotten all the sword skills, and seemed to have integrated all his martial arts into one move. He suddenly felt that he had entered a strange state. He had forgotten all the sword skills, sword moves, and maybe even who he was.
They had all forgotten about it, only the long sword in his hand was still stabbing out.
As for whether he used the "General Style" of Dugu Nine Swords in the end, Songshan Sword Technique, Taishan Sword Technique, or Hengshan Sword Technique... he really didn't remember.
However, this state is really wonderful. In this state, he can truly achieve the four words "anything he wants". However, this state is still just preliminary contact and cannot be fully grasped, so he can't help but feel...
He sighed in his heart and thought: "Perhaps this is the highest state of what Uncle Feng Taishi said, "There are no tricks to win, but there are tricks"."
At this time, seeing Linghu Chong still looking at him eagerly, he shook his head and said, "Actually, I don't know either."
When Linghu Chong heard his answer, he didn't believe it at first and said that he was hiding it from him on purpose. But then he thought that his words were sincere and there was absolutely no hypocrisy in his words, so he asked curiously: "You don't know?"
