After the group of four people left Lotus Peak, seeing that the sky was getting dark, they each used Qing Gong or spells, and came to stay in a quiet Taoist temple.
Although Afu did not report her identity as a minister of internal affairs, she spent generously and rented out the entire courtyard. Taoist priests, big and small, were busy waiting on her, just like the waiters in an inn, not like a Taoist at all.
After dinner, everyone went to rest. Changqing returned to his room, and as he was talking about his thoughts as usual, the sound of the flute sounded again in the sea of consciousness, and the location of a mountain suddenly emerged, which was very clear.
Guidelines.
Chang Qing was extremely surprised. He understood that this was the mysterious master who wanted to meet him alone. He immediately dressed up and took his sword with him. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Cheng Sanwu standing in the courtyard, pacing back and forth with his hand on the handle of the sword.
"What...are you doing?" Changqing was stunned for a moment.
"I was thinking about something, and I was afraid of falling asleep while lying on the bed." Cheng Sanwu turned around and looked at Changqing, and asked: "It's already dark, why are you dressed so neatly?"
For some reason, Chang Qing felt a little guilty. She was sparring with him tomorrow, but now she was going to meet the mysterious master who taught swordsmanship.
"I want to go somewhere else to practice my martial arts and collect moonlight." Changqing knew that the man in front of him had extraordinary acumen and understanding in martial arts. If he said that he was going to practice swordsmanship, he would probably arouse suspicion, so he could only rely on Taoism.
Only by following the law can we conceal the past.
"What are you picking?" Cheng Sanwu looked confused.
Changqing raised her finger to the sky: "For us cultivators, the moon is not just for looking at. The moonlight is perfect tonight, which is perfect for collecting moonlight and jade liquid. This is the skill of refining the body. Is it possible for you?
Do you also understand this?"
As expected, what stood in front of Chang Qing was an almost dull face. This silly look almost made Chang Qing laugh.
At this moment, Afu and Qin Wangshu were seen walking out of the house, holding buckets, cloth towels and other bathing things in their hands. Cheng Sanwu saw this and asked: "Why are they all showing up? What are you guys doing?"
What are you going for?"
Afu glanced at the two of them and said with a smile: "There is a spring pool in the mountain behind the gym. We are going to freshen up. Do you want to come with us?"
"Really?" Cheng Sanwu's eyes lit up and he rubbed his hands impatiently, only to see Qin Wangshu glare at him fiercely.
"Ahem, I'm kidding, I'm kidding." Cheng Sanwu waved his hand: "You just go and wash it, I promise not to peek."
Afu flicked her hair and turned to leave. Cheng Sanwu did not forget to mutter: "The dominatrix is so clean, she doesn't look like a monster at all."
Changqing has long been accustomed to Afu's words and deeds, and showing off her beauty like this is a sign of self-contempt in his eyes, which means that those vulgar people dominated by desire will be tempted.
In Chang Qing's view, there is no doubt that Cheng Sanwu is also a member of this vulgar crowd. This has nothing to do with his level of martial arts, it is simply a matter of mental intelligence.
"You should also go collect the moonlight." Cheng Sanwu rubbed his belly and walked towards the side yard of the gym. He vaguely heard him cursing: "I smell meat. These old Taoists just brought a bunch of faded birds.
He obviously ate meat secretly..."
Seeing him like this, Changqing felt a little relieved, and immediately left the gym, and cast spells. The wind was blowing under his feet, and his body was like catkins floating in the wind, flying all the way without even touching the ground, and easily crossed the steep mountainous terrain.
In terms of speed, Chang Qing's "flying on the wind and tiptoeing on the clouds" technique he was performing at this moment was not very fast. He could not even keep up with a horse running at full speed. Some masters could leave him far behind just by relying on light skills.
However, this spell allows Changqing to ignore the terrain and keep floating at a constant speed. It is particularly convenient to overcome obstacles and does not require any physical effort to run.
After flying for about two moments, Changqing came to the agreed place after passing through a jujube forest. He saw a high cliff towering ahead, the bright moonlight shining over the mountains and rivers, a woman in red clothes and green clothes, playing a flute in her hand, as if
What I saw in my dream was that she was standing on the top of a cliff facing the wind, her skin was better than snow, and she was as airy as a fairy. The hazy moonlight shone on her body, as if she was covered with a light veil. Changqing looked up, and she was in a trance, stunned.
Damn, I can't say a word.
"Have you seen enough?" The woman in red clothes put down the flute, lowered her head and lowered her eyes. Although they were still far apart, Changqing could clearly feel her cold gaze with a sword intent reflected directly in front of her eyes.
Changqing suddenly woke up and quickly lowered his head and bowed his hands in salute. Looking directly at the fairy-like woman like this was considered blasphemy, and he cursed himself in his heart.
"Come up." The voice of the woman in red clothes was not loud, but it was still clearly audible from up and down the high cliff. It was like speaking from the opposite side. If not for magic, it was the advanced realm of martial arts where sound can be transmitted into the secret.
With the help of magic, Changqing climbed up the high cliff easily. He saw that the top of the cliff was a large flat open space. With the bright moonlight, he could see a few bamboo huts not far away, forming a small courtyard surrounded by bamboo forests.
There is a flower bed and medicinal field everywhere, but it is overgrown with weeds. It has obviously not been taken care of for a while.
There are indeed masters who live in seclusion and practice in Taihua Mountain. They obviously prefer this kind of place with impassable roads and sparsely populated areas to the easily accessible palaces, temples and Taoist temples.
Following the woman in red clothes through the bamboo forest, Changqing found that the small bamboo cottage in front of her was quiet and elegant, and there was a faint sound of spring flowing in the backyard. This layout could not hide the nobility. It was not like the cave of an ascetic Taoist, but more like the retreat of a noble prince.
A rural retreat to escape the summer heat.
Changqing also sensed that there was the residual aura of magic on the top of the cliff. After a little analysis, it should be the enchantment. From this, it can be deduced that the owner of this place was originally a wise man, but he did not know why he abandoned this place and left it to be abandoned.
The woman in red clothes came to the open space in the bamboo hut courtyard and stood there. Changqing cupped her hands and said, "I haven't asked my senior for your name yet."
"Just call me Yingjun."
The woman in red clothes spoke coldly. She turned around, and Changqing was finally able to see her face clearly. He found that she looked like a twenty-eight-year-old girl, a head shorter than herself. She had a cold little face with delicate features and a beautiful nose.
She has cherry lips and starry eyes, which can almost be described as "cute". If it weren't for the sword intent hidden deep in her eyes, as well as the temperament that doesn't quite match her appearance, she might have been regarded as a maid of a wealthy family.
Chang Qing didn't dare to take a second look. He knew that some masters who had practiced martial arts to the extreme would undergo wonderful changes in their bodies and bodies, which were no less than those who practiced Taoism and occultism. Considering that this senior Ying Jun could even use the sound of the flute to recognize people.
Hai teaches swordsmanship and must not be treated as an ordinary martial artist.
"The kindness of the senior who passed down the sword will be unforgettable by the junior." Chang Qing cupped his hands in front of his chest as a disciple: "But there is something I don't understand, junior, please give me some advice."
"You want to ask why I taught you the swordsmanship?" Ying Jun said straightforwardly, without any nonsense: "You and I have an old relationship, and I saw that although you have access to the Dharma, you don't have the swordsmanship to defeat the enemy, so I decided to teach you the swordsmanship.
Lift."
Changqing remained silent. When he heard the words "I have an old relationship with you, your elders", he immediately thought of Daguan Master. After his master left Zhonghuang Temple, he traveled around the world for many years and encountered many opportunities. Perhaps he got to know this person along the way.
Senior Yingjun is a master of swordsmanship.
But Chang Qing was a little puzzled. The matter of teaching the Dharma to a different master should not be ignored. Firstly, it would be a taboo to rob someone of his disciples. Secondly, if each Dharma school was out of character, it would not be a good thing for the disciples to practice.
For similar matters, at least the elders of the two families should discuss it properly, and then the master comes forward to introduce it. How can there be any reason for other masters to secretly teach the method?
Moreover, from the time when the sword was passed down from the sea of consciousness to the moment when they met alone without anyone else, it was revealed that this senior Yingjun deliberately concealed it, obviously not wanting outsiders to know about his connection with her.
Yingjun seemed to be able to see through Changqing's thoughts, and said bluntly: "I taught you the swordsmanship, and you cannot tell others."
"Junior, I obey." Changqing didn't dare to ask more about the reason.
"The swordsmanship I taught you is called "Through the Moon and Flowing Rainbow."" Ying Jun explained: "The one who penetrates the moon has energy soaring into the sky that no one can reach; the one who flows through the rainbow has great electricity that wraps around the pivot like a dragon and snake - this is the way to cultivate
The general outline of sword refining."
Chang Qing generally understands that the swordsmanship taught by Yingjun is not limited to moves and routines, but includes cultivating and refining the sword's will, using the sword's power, and finally cultivating the invisible sword energy to defend the enemy from a hundred steps away. Looking at the world, it is absolutely
It's a first-class swordsmanship.
Previously, Afu used her superior martial arts as bait to try to lure Cheng Sanwu, but the other party had no intention of responding. But the same approach would be useless against Changqing.
However, this was the first time Changqing had heard of the name "The Rainbow Through the Moon", and he was very sure that he had never heard of a swordsmanship similar to this from his master.
The so-called flowing rainbow is actually not an ordinary rainbow, but a special celestial phenomenon in the far north. It hangs high in the night sky, as if an immortal in the sky has lowered its gauze tent, twisting and turning like a dragon or snake.
This kind of scene is extremely rare in the Central Plains, and most of the historical records classify it as an item of auspiciousness and disaster. Senior Yingjun used it as the name of his swordsmanship. Maybe he once set foot in the far north and witnessed the rainbow celestial phenomenon with his own eyes, thus realizing this skill.
fencing.
Chang Qing is a well-read and knowledgeable person, and is also very intelligent and enlightened. Just from Ying Jun's words, he guessed that the other party had traveled to the far north to learn swordsmanship.
Ying Jun obviously also saw Chang Qing's rare understanding in this world. His cold face softened slightly and he said: "Although "The Moon and the Flowing Rainbow" focus on cultivating and refining the sword's intention, the sword's intention cannot be obtained by just thinking.
I know that you have worked hard in the journey of thinking, but only by integrating the swordsmanship with your own body can you develop a pure sword intention. This is the way to develop both body and spirit, and it cannot be neglected."
"Yes." Changqing was completely respectful in front of the young swordsman and had no intention of showing off his knowledge.
"You should practice the twenty-eight moves first," Ying Jun said.
Changqing nodded in agreement, pulled out the windlass sword from his waist, took a few steps back, followed the swordsmanship instructions in the sea of consciousness, and completed the drill without haste. Under the bright moonlight, the green steel sword reflected the brilliance and shimmered uncertainly.
However, under the watchful eye of the young swordsman, Changqing was able to discover his own problem without her having to say anything - although his swordsmanship was consistent, his inner strength was intermittent, and he had never mastered it, let alone the enemy.
Unlike Cheng Sanwu, who was like an instructing captain in the military, always scolding, beating, and hitting with a stick, Ying Jun didn't mean to blame at all. She stepped forward and stretched out her hand: "Give me the sword."
Changqing handed over the windlass sword with both hands. Yingjun took it and gently stroked the sword body, then floated and jumped, and also practiced "The Rainbow Through the Moon" again.
It's obviously the same style of moves, but in Yingjun's hands, it has a completely different style and charm.
Unlike Changqing Xing's fortune-telling movements, which are neither fast nor slow and strict, Yingjun's movements are sometimes fast and sometimes slow, just like an immortal dancing a sword under the moon. Even though the movement of internal energy cannot be seen with the naked eye, Changqing can sense the gradual increase in energy as the moves increase.
The power keeps accumulating on the edge of the sword.
At this moment, if any unsighted guy attacks rashly, even if Senior Yingjun does not deliberately respond to the enemy, the accumulated strength will burst out in an instant, and the overwhelming power will be invincible.
After the drill, Yingjun stood with his sword on his back and looked at Changqing: "Do you understand?"
"The younger generation is so bold, could it be that he wants to combine the inner strength of the twenty-eight moves into one place?" Chang Qing asked.
"That's right." Ying Jun raised his head and looked at the sky: "The rainbow flows through the sky, and finally spins into a ring, flowing continuously. No matter it is a sword move, sword intention or sword energy, it must all circle and be unified. Only in this way can it be achieved.
Soaring into the sky and penetrating the moon."
Ying Jun's soft-spoken teachings were extremely shocking to Chang Qing's ears, and his mind seemed to be lifted up to the sky, integrated into the grand sword intention that circulated around the world.
"Very good, you have understood." Yingjun praised.
"Juniors don't dare to take this position." Changqing quickly handed over his hand.
"You don't have to be reserved in front of me." Yingjun returned the windlass sword to Changqing, took out the flute from his waist, and said: "I will not always be by your side to give guidance. Cherish the next opportunity."
"Yes!" Changqing didn't ask any further questions and saw Yingjun playing the flute, but no sound was heard.
But Changqing could sense that the sound produced by Senior Yingjun playing the Dongxiao was beyond the range that ordinary people could hear and was very mysterious.
He saw bamboo leaves on the ground all around flying in the windless air, drifting into the sky, the sword intent picked up the withered yellow bamboo leaves, and the sword energy was attached to them. For a moment, it seemed as if dozens of sword masters were surrounding Changqing.
Seeing this scene, Chang Qing immediately understood that senior Yingjun wanted to fight with him just like Cheng Sanwu, but his methods were much more sophisticated than Cheng Sanwu's.
The bamboo leaves trembled slightly, as if there was an opponent clasping their fists to attack, Changqing did not dare to be careless, and immediately raised his sword to deal with it.
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Chang Qing left the gym only a quarter of an hour later, and by the time he finished sparring with Ying Jun, it was already halfway through Chou's time.
The continuous sparring with bamboo leaf swords made Chang Qing's understanding of "The Moon Flowing Rainbow" to a higher level, but it also made his anger boil, his muscles and bones were sore, and he was sweating profusely. He was exhausted.
I couldn't walk and almost fell to the ground and fell asleep.
In the end, it was Senior Yingjun who took the initiative and took Changqing to the hot spring pool in the backyard of Zhulu to bathe. The hot spring pool was quite magical. Changqing soaked in the water for a moment, and the soreness and numbness in the muscles and bones all over his body was immediately relieved, and the energy in the meridians gradually recovered.
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After he finished washing, he found that the sweat-soaked clothes were hanging on a bamboo frame on the shore, already dry. He didn't know how Senior Yingjun did it.
"Thank you for your advice, senior!" Chang Qing wiped his body with a cloth and dressed neatly. He was in high spirits and did not feel tired at all after practicing the sword all night.
Yingjun stood in the bamboo hut and nodded slightly. Changqing asked again: "Tomorrow night, I wonder if I can still meet my senior here?"
"No need, you have not lived in Taihua for a long time, and this is not my cave." Yingjun saw Changqing's suspicion and said bluntly: "This was originally the place where Princess Jinxian cultivated herself. It was built by Shi Chongxuan, the master of Taiqing Temple."