Wu Zhen looked at Linghu Heng who was giggling while eating, and touched his face with some doubts, thinking that there were rice grains on his face, and asked: "Is there something on my face?"
Linghu Heng had just been immersed in the joy of meeting Yang Zhishuang. Wu Zhen's question broke the beautiful mood and couldn't help but return to reality. Seeing Wu Zhen's confused look, Linghu Heng sat upright and said: "
Is there nothing?"
Wu Zhen was stunned for a moment and said, "Then what are you laughing at?"
Linghu Heng glanced at the silent Taoist beside him and said, "Why am I laughing? Big guy, are you wrong? Eat your food quickly!" After that, he finished the bowl with a guilty conscience.
After dinner, he dropped his bowls and chopsticks and went outside as if he was running away.
Practicing swordsmanship after meals is an unbreakable habit of Linghu Heng and Wu Zhenlei, but today Linghu Heng is actually a little abnormal, practicing a set of swordsmanship in an unorganized manner. However, the expression on his face is so serious, which is really frustrating.
People were scratching their heads. Wu Zhen couldn't stand it anymore and said loudly: "Junior brother, why do you use this move like this? You should lunge with your left leg and step back a little, lift the sword in your right hand half an inch, and withdraw the palm of your right hand.
It’s better to store up your strength!”
Linghu Heng's mind was not on sword practice at all. It could be said that "Xiangzhuang's sword dance was for Pei Gong", and Linghu Heng's sword dance was for Yang Zhishuang! How had he ever thought about whether his sword moves were correct? Now he heard that Wu
After Zhen said this, Linghu Heng calmed down slightly. After a closer look, he found that he had indeed practiced wrong. If there was such a small flaw in the duel, he might lose, even if he didn't lose.
He would also be at a disadvantage. Thinking of this, Linghu Heng's face burned. He quickly glanced at the expressionless Taoist Taoist beside him. Seeing that he didn't say anything, he couldn't help but feel nervous: "It's broken, let me
The old Taoist priest looked at it, wouldn't it be embarrassing for Dafa? No, you have to practice hard!" Thinking of this, he calmed down and used a set of "Cuilan Sword Technique" to bring out the sword's intention to the fullest.
Like mountains, like flowing water. Linghu Heng was immersed in the world of swords unknowingly, unable to extricate himself.
Although Wu Zhen was honest and honest, he was not a fool. When he saw Linghu Heng acting so abnormally, he couldn't help but murmur in his heart: "If it weren't for the fact that the tone of the title of junior brother had not changed, I would have thought that the person in front of me was not junior brother. Could it be that someone broke it after being robbed?
The brain is so abnormal? Oh, poor junior brother! Speaking of which, it’s all my fault..." While Wu Zhen was feeling sorry for himself, he saw Linghu Heng using the "Cuilan Sword Technique".
Unexpectedly, he was no longer there. Wu Zhen thought excitedly: "Junior brother is still junior brother, nothing has changed!" Wu Zhen knew the "Cuilan Sword Technique". Originally, the old man Gao wanted to teach it to him, but he said he was biting off more than he could chew.
It wasn't bad, so I didn't learn it. And this "Cuilan Sword Technique" is a collection of the ancient sword sect's sword techniques, with a total of ninety-nine and eighty-one styles. Taking the number of "nine-nine" means that when all the moves are exhausted,
And the sword's intention is endless. Wu Zhen was not interested in such complicated sword techniques at first sight, because in his opinion, if there were too many sword moves, he would have to practice for a long time, as taught by Taoist Taoist Taoist Silence.
Generally, a sword move requires at least ten days of practice, and it is not considered perfect until it can be used without thinking. Wu Zhen already had to practice the sword maneuver, so how could he spend additional time? Naturally, he refused to learn it.
Fortunately, Linghu Heng was talented and intelligent. He was able to simplify such complicated sword moves. He managed to memorize all the sword moves in more than a month and mastered them in just two months.
In this way, it is just that he has not yet reached the level of refinement, but it is not a problem to use one or two familiar moves among the sword moves.
In fact, no matter what they do, smart people will think of simple methods and use the simplest methods to solve the most difficult problems. People with dull minds will not turn around and solve problems step by step, so their efficiency is far lower.
However, the journey of practicing swordsmanship varies from person to person. Talent is innate and cannot be changed. How to develop a sword-training method that suits you is the most important thing. Like Linghu Heng, he has a good memory and good talent.
Naturally, he can learn more swordsmanship; but Wu Zhen's talent is mediocre, so he practices some swordsmanship within his ability, but he can also turn rotten wood into magic. Ordinary things like "Thirteen Ancient Sword Styles" can defeat the enemy. Therefore, swordsmanship
Taoism is not static, but varies from person to person. Taoist Taoist Taoist Master Xiuyan is very clear, so his teaching methods also vary from person to person, creating these two disciples with very different talents, but each shines, they are indeed famous teachers.
also!
Woohoo! Everyone in the world knows that there are very few famous teachers. Most of the time, they don't know that the master just leads the door, and the practice is up to each person. But how to guide everyone's practice is not something every master can do. Only
There is a Taoist Taoist who is taciturn, but what he says is nothing short of golden words. The methods he teaches his disciples are all different from person to person, and only then can Wu Zhen and Linghu Heng be where they are today!
If Linghu Heng had such a bouncy temper and had a different master, he would have left the mountain gate long ago. How could he be so respectful to his master? Even though Linghu Heng said he was an "old Taoist priest", in fact, he
In my mind, the Taoist Taoist is no less important than the fortune teller Du Sheng!
The Taoist Master of Silence walked away at some point, leaving only two diligent disciples behind, waving their swords and dancing in the hazy moonlight, the slightest trace of sword energy echoing in the green bamboo forest...
The next morning, Linghu Heng woke up from a night of practicing spiritual power. After finishing the exercise, he walked out of the bamboo house refreshed. Wu Zhen, who had gotten up early, was making breakfast, but Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Master Xiuyan didn't know it early in the morning.
Wherever he went, the bamboo house was already empty.
Seeing Linghu Heng stand up, Wu Zhen said: "Junior brother, master asked us to go directly to the main hall after breakfast, don't wait for him."
Linghu Heng was stunned and said, "The old Taoist priest is out?"
Wu Zhen said: "Master went out before dawn, as if there was something urgent."
Linghu Heng didn't pay attention and just said "Oh" lightly. The two of them worked together to make breakfast. They laughed and laughed during the process. The two brothers were like real brothers. After breakfast, they gently closed the door of the bamboo house.
, then they went up to the sky with their swords and headed towards the main hall.
At this time, the Ancient Sword Sect seems to have caught up with a grand festival, with the sound of swordsmanship, the sound of breaking through the air, and the sound of laughter. Especially in front of the main hall, there is a bustle of people, as if they have returned to forty years ago.
, that ancient sword sect that was at its peak.
Linghu Heng and Wu Zhen walked into the hall together, as if they were the natural center of attention. Everyone lowered their voices in unison. Wu Zhen was a little scared and asked in a low voice: "Junior brother, why does everyone seem to be looking at us?
?”
Linghu Heng snickered and said: "Not looking at me, but looking at you!"
Wu Zhen was a little stunned: "Why? Is there something on my face again?" Because Wu Zhen had to be bored in the kitchen all day long, it was inevitable that he would get some black pot bottom, but obviously this time he
guessed wrong.
Linghu Heng explained with a smile: "You stole the show in the competition. Everyone envied you and were afraid of you, so they stopped talking when they saw you."
Wu Zhen scratched the back of his head and said, "I'm just trying my best to learn from each other, right?"
Linghu Heng could see that Wu Zhen had experienced so many battles and his current cultivation level was firmly in the late Nascent Soul stage. Compared with those "geniuses" who claimed to be talented and intelligent, this was undoubtedly a huge achievement.
The irony!
Just when everyone was talking in low voices and pointing from time to time, the disciple outside the door exclaimed: "The master is here!"
This shout was like an infectious disease. After a while, everyone fell silent. And an old Taoist wearing a black gold-rimmed Taoist robe led a group of elders to file in, passed through the road that the crowd gave way to, and all the way to Sanqing
He turned around in front of the statue of the founder. Linghu Heng discovered that Yang Zhishuang was following Yang Xianyang, the leader of the Ancient Sword Sect, just like when he first joined the sect. Linghu Heng looked at her in surprise, and Yang Zhishuang also noticed
Linghu Heng's mouth curved slightly in a beautiful arc. Many disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect were stunned. Only Linghu Heng knew that Yang Zhishuang was greeting him!
At this time, Yang Xianyang spoke: "Everyone, Pindao received news from colleagues from Baolin Temple yesterday that the Demon Sect has begun to infiltrate into the state capital where our six holy places are located. No matter what the purpose of the Demon Sect is, it is so blatant and wanton.
The invasion has violated the safety of ordinary people. Eliminating demons and defending the Tao is our great righteousness. Now that the demon sect has launched an undeclared war, it’s time for us to take action! Forty years ago, the demon sect launched an undeclared war against our ancient sword sect.
, so that all the elites of our sect have been lost. How can we not avenge such a bloody feud? Now, we must not only fight back, but also fight back beautifully, and officially start a war with the Demon Sect!"
Yang Xianyang's words were like a raging fire that ignited the ambitions of all the young disciples present. At that moment, they felt that their blood was boiling! It's just that they had never experienced the edge of life and death, and had not experienced the baptism of blood. They simply thought that
Eliminating demons and defending the Way is an empty talk, but the actual content is that the demon sect will be their opponent, and they can defeat the so-called demon sect disciples at will. As everyone knows, what they face is not a sheep, but a group of hungry wolves, a group of unscrupulous people.
Hungry wolves! It is foreseeable that with this kind of mentality, they will suffer losses and even lose their own lives! Linghu Heng is different. He saw with his own eyes that the Demon Sect would sacrifice his own life in order to achieve his goal. Such
The terrifying sect turned out to be the "sheep" in the mouth of the disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect! If Linghu Heng hadn't helped at the last moment, the Holy Girl of the Demon Sect would have fallen into the hands of the Demon Sect, and her life would have been worse than death. It can be seen from this that what a sect this is.
Abnormal, what a crazy sect!
Although Yang Xianyang earnestly stated that safety should be the top priority, many young and energetic disciples did not take it seriously, thinking that the Demon Sect was just a tortoise with nothing to show for it.
Next, because the situation was urgent and without much preparation, Yang Xianyang began to assign the state capitals for his disciples to go to. Fortunately, whether Yang Xianyang did it intentionally or not, he actually assigned Linghu Heng, Wu Zhen, Yang Zhishuang and Yue'er
Together they were assigned to Bianzhou Prefecture where Lingtian Palace is located! Linghu Heng was overjoyed, but Yang Zhishuang pretended not to know anything, lowering her head and looking at the pair of finely crafted embroidered shoes. Linghu Heng understood, however, that Yang Zhishuang must have used some "unexpected"
"Bright" means, "threaten" Yang Xianyang was assigned this.
After the distribution, Yang Xianyang solemnly said again: "Pindao, let me say it again, this is a battle without rehearsal, casualties are inevitable, remember to put safety first! Punishing evil means promoting good, you must stick to the morality in your heart, I hope you can all
Experience it well!" Yang Xianyang's words meant that of course he should take action when it was time to do so, without being benevolent as a woman. It's funny that some disciples still didn't think so.
A trace of unspeakable heartache flashed in the corner of Yang Xianyang's eyes. He knew that these disciples who grew up in the greenhouse would definitely be killed or injured this time, but for the sake of justice and the future of the Ancient Sword Sect, he still decided like this!
Without any further words or farewells, nearly five hundred disciples bid farewell to Yang Xian Yang and then formed teams and rushed to their respective state capitals. Yang Xian Yang looked at the figures flying into the air with swords, and his eyes were filled with tears! (To be continued)