Feng Qingyang looked tired and found a stone to sit down. Linghu Chong had a sharp eye and had already gone up to rub his shoulders and back. Su Yang stood there with his sword in hand, thinking back to the competition with Feng Qingyang just now and the whole process.
One move after another, it went through my mind like a movie.
While thinking about it, he subconsciously started making gestures according to the picture in his mind. From the first move he made with his sword, Feng Qingyang dodged and counterattacked, and walked backwards with each move.
Feng Qingyang sat on the ground and saw Su Yang gesticulating slowly on the spot, so he watched with interest.
At first, Feng Qingyang's two or three moves were nothing. When Su Yang made seven or eight moves, Feng Qingyang showed a strange look in his eyes, with a hint of approval. When more than twenty moves were about to end, Feng Qingyang
He was nodding his head frequently, looking pleased with himself.
"How many moves can you remember?" he asked Linghu Chong beside him.
Linghu Chong recalled the fighting process just now, pondered for a moment, and said: "Well, I can remember most of his moves, about 10% of them, but I can't remember your moves, Grand Master Uncle, and I can only remember less than 20 to 30%.
"
Feng Qingyang patted him on the shoulder and said: "This is also difficult for you. There are no traces of my moves, and there is no fixed frame for each move and style. If you can remember 20 to 30%, it is not bad.
"
Seeing that Linghu Chong was a little puzzled, Feng Qingyang patiently explained: "The principle behind this is like trying to draw a tiger from a cat. A person looks at a painting, which contains mountains, rivers, bamboo forests, old temples and ancient roads. Then he takes the painting away and asks the person to
Redraw the painting based on the impression. No matter how complicated the painting is, the painting will not look like it at most. But you can still draw a rough outline. However, if you look at the painting, there is no scene at all, it is all random.
Graffiti and splashing ink. If there is no pattern to follow, it will be difficult to remember."
"But him?" Linghu Chong frowned and looked at Su Yang. Su Yang had already used almost thirty moves at this time, and when he and Feng Qingyang fought just now, the two of them together only used thirty-two moves in total.
In other words, Su Yang remembered almost all Feng Qingyang's moves clearly.
Feng Qingyang saw Linghu Chong's surprise and said with a smile: "Don't be too surprised. Even if you are not as smart as him, it is not much worse. It's just that his knowledge of martial arts and swordsmanship is much better than yours, so some of him
If you can understand and remember, even if you don't remember clearly, you can still deduce it."
Over there, Su Yang had finished wielding the sword and started all over again. He didn't care that there were other people on the cliff and was completely immersed in his own world.
Feng Qingyang sighed and said to Linghu Chong: "Now it seems that you are still a little worse than him."
Linghu Chong asked: "Which point?"
"You have an out-of-the-box nature, so you are extremely smart and agile. This is your strength, but it is also precisely because of this. You are a little restless. Look at him. He can get deep into it anytime and anywhere. This is really rare."
Feng Qingyang sighed: "Even I have to wait until I am forty years old before I can be independent and independent in my mind."
What Feng Qingyang said was true, but he didn't know the reason. Although Su Yang had a smile on his face all day long, it didn't mean that he was really heartless.
In fact, Su Yang's pressure and mission were much greater than Linghu Chong's. Even if Linghu Chong got into trouble, he would be protected by his master, supported by his brothers, and later supported by the demon sect's holy aunt, and supported by heroes in the martial arts world.
Dacheng is one of the best masters in the world. If he doesn't mess with others, it will be fine. No one dares to mess with him.
But Su Yang is different. From the very beginning, Su Yang has to face death that may come at any time!
Linghu Chong suffers from love, but what Su Yang has to face directly is life and death!
Su Yang knew very well that in this martial arts world, every day, every moment, every second, the God of Death might pop out in front of him at any time, and then he would hold his little hand and follow him down there.
So whenever Su Yang wanted to slack off and stop for a rest, he would force himself to recall the sense of danger that he felt when he first entered Fengyun Inn.
The cold hairs all over my body are as sharp as needles!
Therefore, even now, with Su Yang's martial arts, he rarely faces death, but the rivers and lakes he has to go through are much bigger and more dangerous than Linghu Chong. Linghu Chong only needs to face Dongfang Bubai, but Su Yang has to face
There are many people at the right level of 'Eastern Invincible', and the number of people who can kill him in the three major worlds cannot be counted with two hands put together.
This is also the reason why Su Yang has different subtle feelings towards Bai Yujing than others. It was Bai Yujing who showed him unconditional sunshine when he was most fearful and cold.
The kindness of a drop of water is repaid by a spring of water, let alone the kindness of saving a life.
Su Yang was afraid of death, but he was even more afraid that he would not be able to save Bai Yujing if he died, so he could only be more devoted than Linghu Chong.
This is a choice made when there is no other choice, and it is also a man's choice.
While talking, Su Yang had already used the moves he had just fought with Feng Qingyang from beginning to end. Feng Qingyang also felt that he had rested enough, stood up again, raised his sword and said: "Boy, stop making gestures, let's do it again."
A few tricks.”
He hadn't had anyone take action for more than ten years. Now that he found someone who could understand his swordsmanship, Furui Mubo felt a slight tremor in his heart.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to break your swordsmanship for a while." Su Yang looked at the sword in his hand and murmured, shaking his head.
Feng Qingyang's expression was indescribably weird, and he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed. His laughter shook the valley, and even the clouds in the sky seemed to have dispersed.
"What a good boy, you managed to break the Dugu Nine Swords in just a moment. Should I say that you are arrogant and ignorant, or that you are full of pride?" Feng Qingyang laughed.
Su Yang recalled the previous competition, like a drinker encountering a century-old wine. He was intoxicated, and casually spoke out his true thoughts. He was shocked by the clear and clear roar of the wind, and then broke away from his previous thoughts.
He also laughed at himself.
Don't talk about yourself, just Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng. It's hard to say whether they can defeat Feng Qingyang, but it is absolutely impossible to break the Nine Swords of Loneliness instantly.
"Then I'll ask you for advice again!" Su Yang's sword shook.
"No, no, no." Feng Qingyang waved his hand: "Let's change the comparison this time."
"How?"
"Better than faster!"
"Better than faster?"
"That's right." Feng Qingyang said: "I still don't use internal strength, I only use three moves. In fact, in terms of speed alone, three moves are actually too many. You can tell the difference with one move, but without using internal strength.
Three moves are more suitable."
Su Yang nodded: "Yes, then I'll take action first!" After that, he was about to take action.
Feng Qingyang took three steps back, waved his hands and said with a smile: "This can't be done. I'm already a bad old man. I don't have any internal strength. How can I be on par with you young people? If I want to be faster, I can only be ahead of you.
You just have to take action, otherwise there is no need to compete."
Feng Qingyang is not being modest when he says that he is a bad old man. He is already seventy or eighty years old at least.
He is a master of airbending. But that doesn't mean he doesn't practice internal strength, it just has a different focus. From his laughter just now, it can be seen that his internal strength is no longer inferior to any master in the world.
But internal strength is not the elixir of immortality, nor is it the rejuvenation of Tianshan Tonglao. When a person reaches this age, even if his body and bones are strong after years of martial arts training, after all, his bones are soft and weak, and he is not as good as a young person.
Even to Tian Boguang, he himself said that if he was faster, he would have to take action first. Thinking of this, Su Yang secretly thought that I can't be inferior to Tian Boguang. Let's take advantage of this, so he put away his sword and nodded:
"This is my negligence. Mr. Feng, please go first."
Feng Qingyang nodded and shook his sword: "Be careful!"
As soon as he finished saying 'Okay', Su Yang saw a flower in front of his eyes, as if a bolt of lightning had crossed the distance of space and jumped directly to his right arm.
There was no time to think or take action to resist, so he subconsciously stepped back.
For ordinary people, if they took two steps away and left the opponent's sword light, they would stop and turn to attack or find another way. But Su Yang knew the power of Dugu Nine Swords. After taking two steps back, he would not wait for Feng Qingyang.
He drew his sword again and took a step back.
Sure enough, just halfway through the third step, there was already a shining sword tip where he stood just now.
This is the second move.
But it was too late to retreat. Feng Qingyang's sword was as fast as a sword. As soon as Su Yang's third step fell, the opponent had already used more than half of his third move.
No retreat! Su Yang was secretly annoyed. If after three moves, he didn't make a single move, what's the point? He might as well give it a try.
The fastest move of the Meng Thirteen Swords is a dream for a hundred generations, but Su Yang subconsciously used it without any time to think about it at this moment.
This move is specious, a bit like a dream, but faster.
The picture freezes instantly.
The tip of Feng Qingyang's sword had already pierced the clothes of Su Yang's left arm, making a small dent in the skin. Su Yang's long sword was raised more than half, cutting off Feng Qingyang's left arm.
There were a few white beards, but they were still two inches away from his body.
When masters fight each other, a distance of two inches is a fatal distance. Su Yang lost this battle, losing by two inches.
Feng Qingyang didn't show any joy at all. For him, victory, defeat, and even life and death were no longer important to him.
He just lowered his head and looked at his broken beard, his eyes narrowed slightly, he didn't speak for a long time, and he was a little lost.
Su Yang was also thinking about the three swords just now. Not far away, Linghu Chong and Yue Linshan, especially Yue Linshan, were dumbfounded. In fact, Yue Linshan didn't see anything, so the Grand Master intuitively said, be careful.
Then there was a blur in front of my eyes, a few flashes of light, and when I saw it clearly again, I was frozen in the current scene.
After a long time, Feng Qingyang moved away the sword that was pressed against Su Yang's shoulder, turned the hilt over and threw it back to Yue Linshan, muttering to himself, "It's true that a hero comes from a young age."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the cave with his hands behind his back, leaving Su Yang Linghu Chong and Yue Linshan looking at each other on Siguo Cliff.
Looking at Feng Qingyang's somewhat forlorn back, Su Yang secretly thought, maybe it's because the victory was not so clean and tidy. Lao Feng felt that he had lost face in front of the younger generation, and he felt a little unhappy, right?
It is possible that children, old and young, become more and more childish as they get older, and the older they get, the more they need to be coaxed.
Just as he was thinking about it, Feng Qingyang's figure had submerged into the shadow of the cave again. He suddenly stopped and turned around and said: "You three, if you want to learn the sword, why don't you come and follow me? Why are you just standing there?" ?" (To be continued...)
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I would position Feng Qingyang as a master of swordsmanship, not a master of fighting. At this age, there is a gap between a person who focuses on moves and young people. After all, unlike Zhang Sanfeng, who practices internal martial arts.
