Murong Fu had memorized the sword manual of the Six Meridians Divine Sword very well before, but he just didn't have enough internal strength to practice other sword techniques. Now that his internal strength meets the conditions, he has to practice the two simplest swords of Shaoze and Shaochong.
The method didn't require much effort. By the time it was daylight, Murong Fu had already mastered the two sword techniques, and he still had plenty of internal strength.
He stretched, feeling a little tired after a night of high-intensity exertion.
In order to avoid exposing his flaws, Murong Fu did not call Aju Abi and other little girls. He went to the yard to get a basin of water, washed himself briefly, and then went to the yard to practice swordsmanship. Anyway, when Murong Fu used to practice
This is often the case, unlike some so-called official yamen in this era, where a few girls have to wait on you to wash your face.
Under the early morning sun, the sword body of the six-foot sword turned into a swimming dragon. Sometimes it was like a soaring dragon going out to sea, and the wind and rain were blowing. Sometimes it was like an old dragon protruding its claws, showing its power all over the world. Above the sword's edge, the three-foot sword glowed like a living thing.
Drifting.
Murong Fu's figure also turned into a solitary figure in the sun, and went back with the wind, leaving no trace. Although his footwork was up and down, he could be seen in the whole yard after practicing a set of sword techniques.
No traces were left. Even an expert with excellent eyesight would have to go through a lot of trouble to find the traces Murong Fu left on the ground.
Sometimes the swordsmanship is like the roaring sand, the stormy waves crashing on the shore, sometimes like the spring rain of apricot blossoms, and a leaf in the south of the Yangtze River. Sometimes it is like a scholar holding a book and studying hard, the cold window reflects the snow, the cold moon is silent, sometimes it is like a warrior in the battlefield showing his power,
Finger painting mountains and rivers, thousands of armies serving their lives. A set of sword techniques, various artistic conceptions, one person and one sword dancing alone, and the essence of the world's sword techniques seems to be contained in the palm of your hand.
After completing the last move of "Transforming Things and Moving Stars", Murong Fu put his sword into its sheath. The contact between the sword blade and the scabbard was like a dragon returning to the sea, and there was a faint sound of dragon roaring.
The cold light in the courtyard instantly disappeared, and the chilling atmosphere of the golden horse suddenly dispersed. A breeze blew in the courtyard, shaking down a few leaves and startling the oriole's dream last night.
This is what top masters call "power", which can only be understood after a certain level of martial arts understanding.
After his internal strength greatly increased and he personally practiced the three sword techniques of Shang Yang, Shao Ze, and Shao Chong, Murong Fu's understanding of sword techniques reached a new level, and he vaguely grasped a hint of what literati call "artistic conception" of martial arts.
What people call "momentum".
There is a kind of person in the world who can behave humbly when he is down and makes people unable to fault him in every aspect. But once he succeeds, he will turn his back on others.
The Duan family in Dali is also a master of swordsmanship. Duan family swordsmanship is a family martial art that every descendant of the Duan family must be familiar with. The ancestor Duan Siping even created the Six Meridians Divine Sword and other unparalleled sword techniques in the world.
It's a bit like the Buddha holding flowers in his hands and showing them to his disciples. All the disciples were at a loss and confused. When the Venerable Kassapa smiled, the Buddha understood that the Venerable Kassapa had received the true transmission. This is the so-called "the observer is silent and picks up the flowers."
The origin of "smile".
A typical representative of such a person is King Gou Jian of Yue. Ten years of gathering, ten years of lessons, hard work and courage, and three thousand Yue Jia swallowed up Wu Hui. However, after he succeeded, the first thing he did was to die and accompany him through decades of humiliation.
The doctor's style of writing in the years.
Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, then he was overjoyed. He quickly straightened his clothes and bowed before saying, "Nephew, meet your uncle!"
Duan Zhengming smiled and said: "Mr. Murong's martial arts has really made rapid progress. It is really amazing. Even the older generation in this martial arts world has few opponents of Mr. Murong."
Murong Fu sheathed his sword, and there was a burst of applause from the side: "Okay, okay, Mr. Murong's swordsmanship has returned to the sect, and he has learned the true meaning of swordsmanship."
In this battle, Murong Fu contributed the most, almost single-handedly reversing the precarious situation and saving Dali's face. Just imagine, the only prince was kidnapped, but Dali could do nothing. In the future, the Duan family
What kind of face does one have in the martial arts world? For the sake of Dali, he put aside his hatred and reached a reconciliation with the enemy, thus avoiding further losses.
Even Murong Fu himself didn't realize how much benefit this night of sword practice brought to him.
Duan Zhengming smiled and said: "Senior Duan always comes and goes, showing his identity. Counting on a few fingers, Mr. Murong and I are almost the same age. From now on, just call me uncle."
There are too few martial arts practitioners who have strong martial arts skills, know how to advance and retreat, understand general principles, and know how to be grateful. They are also young talents.
Murong Fu's words show his sincerity in drinking water and remembering the source and not forgetting old kindness.
After saying that, he looked at Murong Fu with a hint of expectation in his eyes.
Then he thought of his nephew Duan Yu, who was extremely smart and amazing, but even if he refused to concentrate on learning martial arts, it was causing a lot of headaches for him and his father.
In fact, he had noticed someone beside him and knew it was Duan Zhengming or Ben Guan. But he really couldn't let go of the artistic conception that he finally realized, so he ignored it. Although it was rude, he still practiced his sword by himself. Fortunately, the other party didn't take offense to it.
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Murong Fu said respectfully: "Senior, I am very grateful. I believe that I have also noticed that although the sword technique used by my junior just now is the Murong family's sword technique, it draws on the sword power and sword intention of the Dali Six Meridians Divine Sword. It was not the Dali monk Dayi who made the move that day.
, Senior Duan generously gave the sword manual as a gift, how could Murong Fu be where he is today? Murong Fu will always be grateful for Dali's great kindness."
Therefore, his vision in swordsmanship is naturally extraordinary. Although he recognized that what Murong Fu used was the swordsmanship passed down by the Murong family that he had seen before, but this time he saw Murong Fu use it very differently. Compared with before
It's so wonderful. As the king of a country, he naturally doesn't need to be polite to others, so this compliment really comes from the bottom of his heart.
The Southern Zen School pays attention to sudden enlightenment. The Sixth Patriarch Huineng, who was illiterate, was able to become a generation of eminent monks. Some people have practiced hard for decades and memorized profound Buddhist scriptures, but they have not even given up the three poisons.
Murong Fu sheathed his sword and saluted, bowing to the end: "Senior Duan, I'm really sorry for keeping you waiting for so long."
Duan Zhengming became more and more satisfied with Murong Fu, and even regretted that he did not have a daughter, otherwise he would have married a daughter to him. However, when he was at Tianlong Temple before, Murong Fu announced in front of everyone that Miss Wang was
Although Murong Fu had never studied philosophy systematically before, his twenty years of studying and collecting firewood made Murong Fu vaguely realize that the ultimate truth of all things actually leads to the same goal through different paths. This is why Confucianism and Buddhism
, the reason why the three Taoist teachings can coexist and integrate after thousands of years of development.
Although Duan Zhengming didn't say anything, the smile on his face grew stronger, and he was obviously very satisfied with Murong Fu's attitude.
And after he realized the "power" that truly belonged to the top masters, he truly entered the ranks of the top masters and became qualified to compete with Xiao Feng, Jiumozhi and others.
Duan Zhengming smiled to himself, why did he become so mother-in-law as he got older?
He had always been worried about state affairs and worked hard at night. Therefore, he was over fifty and still had no children. Therefore, he loved his nephew Duan Yu very much. But now, the more he watched Murong Fu, the more he liked him.
Duan Zhengming sincerely admired him. He had been watching from a distance for a long time. When he saw Murong Fu practicing his sword, he did not interrupt him. After watching for a while, he found that Murong Fu's sword skills were very exquisite and had some indescribable charm.
Fortunately, this time against Jiumozhi and his entourage, Duan Yu didn't know what trick Murong Fu used, and he quickly became a two-way six-meridian sword in a few days.
Although people in the martial arts world put righteousness first, the number of ungrateful things in this martial arts world is as numerous as the sands of the Ganges. There are many ways to win favors and fights against rice, to teach disciples, and to starve the master to death. Duan Zhengming has seen too many such things.
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He was worried that Murong Fu would be ungrateful in the future, but judging from Murong Fu's sincerity and respect from the bottom of his heart, he really respected him and others. When it came to martial arts, Murong Fu had already learned a lot about himself and everyone else.
He is more senior than his senior brothers, but the other party respects him more than before.
Therefore, as soon as the other party spoke out, he quickly apologized.
Let's call it "power". Murong Fu couldn't say exactly what it was.
If he simply absorbed the internal power of Zheluo Star and Boluo Star, then at best he could only become the second Duan Yu. He had practiced top-level martial arts in vain, and his internal power was astonishing in ancient times, but he only had a good-looking data panel.
Fake master.
Although it still failed occasionally during the battle, it still contributed a lot to this battle and greatly shared its own pressure. If it can be like this for a long time, the Japanese and Zhengchun will not have to worry about being unable to protect themselves while walking in the world.
Obviously, Murong Fu was not this kind of person.
Duan Zhengming quickly lifted up Murong Fu, the smile in his eyes couldn't stop pouring out, and he said with a smile: "Okay, okay, good nephew, please get up quickly, please get up quickly."
"By the way, uncle, what do you want from me?"
Murong Fu asked.
The smile on Duan Zhengming's face gradually turned into a serious look: "Something has happened, and I need to invite my nephew to the meeting hall to discuss it together."