The mountains are stretching, the atmosphere is full of immortals, and an ancient Taoist temple is buried deep in the lush green.
The old fence was repaired, and a flat area was opened beside a mirror lake.
There are dozens of dummies standing on the ground. The dummies lower their heads and look weak.
They are very old, and all the paint on them has fallen off. With daily hacking and limb replacement, they look like a patchwork of desolate pieces.
But they are still wiped very clean, the oil in the joints is shining brightly, and it seems that they are inspected and repaired every day.
Next to the dummy is a large group of plum blossom stakes, a group of more than 400, each with different thicknesses and different heights. The plum blossom stakes are not even all standing on a flat surface. They are placed horizontally and diagonally, with no rules at all.
There are also red and white archery targets with different shapes and tricky angles set in the middle and on the sides of the plum blossom pile. There are no arrows inserted into the target, but there are several iron swords nailed on it, shaking up and down.
A slender young man in gray clothes walked on the piles. His body was elegant, free and agile, passing by like a breeze, stepping on the rugged plum blossom piles as if he were walking on flat ground.
I saw his hands flying, his sleeves swaying into flowing clouds in the wind, his hands making secrets, waving his fingers repeatedly, and several flying swords piercing out from his back!
The plum blossom piles are densely packed and chaotic, but dozens of flying swords are interspersed between the wooden piles, like spiritual snakes, and not a single flying sword scratches any wooden pile.
The young man in gray raised his arms, and dozens of flying swords were scattered like pear blossoms in a rainstorm, pointing at various targets.
"Dang-dang-dang!"
The flying sword hit the target's red heart without exception, and the sword's body swayed as it reflected sunlight, making the young man in gray clothes standing in the air look like an immortal.
The young man in gray was not the only one on the flat ground. There were also seven or eight spectators of different ages and ages standing beside the plum blossom pile.
The audience looked at the young man in gray waving his sword and had a look of surprise in their eyes.
They were all seekers who went up the mountain for the first time, and when they entered this down-and-out sect, they never thought that they could see this peerless swordsmanship like that of a god in this liar-like young man in gray.
Tsing Yi showed off the agility of his swordsmanship by walking around and drawing the sword, but this was obviously not enough. Practitioners are not jugglers, and what is most attractive to them is not tricks, but real killing!
Since the young man brought everyone here to show off the power of his swordsmanship, he was naturally prepared.
Next to the plum blossom pile is a black stone more than two meters high. The black stone is so hard that it cannot be damaged by cannons and flints.
Tsing Yi waved his sword finger, and with a "buzz" sound, an iron sword was pulled out from the target!
The iron sword hovers in the air, turning one into five, five into ten, and ten into twenty!
Twenty-four flying swords rushed towards the center of the black stone. One sword penetrated until the handle was gone, and then with a "boom", it penetrated from behind the black stone!
A sword can pierce through stone, and it's still a black stone!
Twenty-four iron swords, forty-eight holes!
The black stone is like gold and iron. It originally has a mysterious light. After being perforated, it refracts sunlight and makes people's eyes confused. The brilliance looms between them, as if the great sage is coming from the dust!
The audience was stunned with surprise,
However, before the young man in gray had finished his sword intention, the twenty-four iron swords merged into one in the air. The young man's iron sword was not like Qin Shuo's flying sword. Their merger was not the fusion of earth and stone, but the patchwork of shapes.
The giant sword made of twenty-four swords fell with one sword, and the black stone broke through it. The cut was as smooth as ice, without any flaws except for the perforation.
The audience cheered loudly and clapped their hands!
The man in gray and green was a little melancholy. His sword power was perfectly displayed, but a hundred-meter sword mark was cut on the ground, and even the wall was cut off.
He sighed and sighed in his heart: "The sect is short of manpower, and there are only a few servants. Moreover, these servants are older than me. They dare to shout at me, how can they help me?"
Wipe your butt?”
He looked at the sword mark with a sad look on his face: "It seems that I still have to repair it myself... Hey, is there an acting head who has been wronged like me? I have to do it myself to repair the wall and the ground?"
The audience gathered around him with excitement. They cheered and clapped their hands, and were excited. They were all excited to join the sect and learn the mysterious swordsmanship from the young man in gray.
The young man in gray tried his best to control his aggrieved thoughts and put on an air of immortality.
Because of the sect's downfall, as the acting head, he had to go out and recruit people himself.
But next to their sect is the Tianyan Sect, one of the three major sects of the Taoist sect. Even a talented person has gone to the Tianyan Sect. How can he look up to his down-and-out sect?
Gray Yi and Qing Yi had finally managed to trick these seven or eight villagers who had never seen the world. If he showed too much eagerness to recruit disciples, he was really afraid that the villagers would be suspicious.
He welcomed the praises of the villagers and responded one by one, but when he looked at these crooked melons and cracked dates, he felt even more melancholy.
Man, he came here with a trick,
After the swordsmanship performance, these townspeople also yearned for his swordsmanship.
But yearning for it is one thing, and whether it can actually be practiced is another.
The swordsmanship passed down by his sect is extremely difficult to practice. It takes 500 years for a practitioner with average qualifications to enter the Tao, while those who are even less qualified will die of old age before they even enter the Tao. This is a damn sword.
These villagers look so simple and innocent that even the young man in gray, a half-assed liar, can fool them.
The young man in gray actually has no hope for their qualifications.
The reason why the young man in gray clothes fooled the villagers here was because they had the hope of something bad happening.
Relying on his centuries-old Taoist qualifications, he created a simplified version of sword-controlling techniques.
If he practiced this simplified version with his own qualifications, even if he started from scratch, it would only take him one year to master the first flying sword.
Yes, the simplified version is always a simplified version. The power of that flying sword can never be compared with the original sword control.
After mastering the first flying sword, the cultivator has to master one sword to control nine flying swords, and then enter the Tao. The difficulty is not reduced at all.
But being able to wield a sword is enough. As long as the hundreds of years of boring hard training are saved and people can see hope in advance, the sect can recruit disciples.
The sect does not lack resources, nor does it lack swordsmanship. What they lack is just heads.
As long as it can recruit disciples, the sect can grow, and if the sect can grow, the young man in gray will live up to his master's trust.
At this point, everyone should have guessed,
These poor folks are actually white mice for the young man in gray. They are used by the young man in gray to test his simplified version of sword-controlling skills.
The villagers are called villagers by the young men in gray, but in fact they are all practitioners who have come from afar.
They also worshiped at the Tianyan Sect's mountain gate, but as they saw before them, they were all ruthlessly abandoned by the Tianyan Sect.
The young man in gray clothes picked up the rubbish in Tianyan Sect's eyes.
He thought in his mind: "I don't know if they are rubbish, but if I can let even the cultivators eliminated by the Tianyan Sect to wield swords, then our Sword Controlling Sect will be inundated with people."