Lincheng Huamo Chapter 109: Respect the teacher and the Tao
Kui Mulang was pretty cool, just walking around in the huge Forbidden City. When the maids escorted him, he would hide his whereabouts. But he forgot that this was the Forbidden City. If he stayed in one place like before, or not
He would be discovered, but if he was wandering around like this without being seen, then there would be no need for the old face of King Jinling.
Most of the people who serve as secret guards here are masters from the prehistoric realm and above, but for some reason these people didn't take action against Kui Mulang, and just stayed quiet in the dark.
After wandering for about half an hour, Kui Mulang found Zhu Yinuo in the martial arts hall. He was also depressed that he should have asked Zhu Jiannan earlier. This little guy was stabbing the grass man there with a wooden sword.
, Kui Mulang looked at him like that through the window, and he was really impressed by the three days apart.
Zhu Yinuo's Jiuxing Feifu's moves are no longer as unintentional as before. Although the speed of his sword has not changed much, judging from his method of exerting force, I am afraid it is more precise and will not be wasted for no reason.
Kuimulang opened the door, and Zhu Yinuo glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw the man with the wolf-toothed mask. The original cold expression immediately disappeared, replaced by a diligent and attentive little puppy.
"Master, it's not even a month yet, why are you here?"
"Master?"
Kui Mulang was slightly shocked by these two words. He just demonstrated the nine stars flying in the annotation once, and then threw the annotation directly to the young prince, but he did not preach the karma and solve the doubts. It is not that the young prince is arrogant.
Ao has driven away many gentlemen with good cultivation skills, so why would he directly call himself master?
"That's natural. You are a person with real ability. You know that I have learned something wrong and you point it out specifically. You are naturally my master." Then Zhu Yinuo rolled his eyes, remembered something, and then said, "That's right.
"My disciple has not yet performed the ceremony of apprenticeship, so I will make up for it. You can mention the ceremony of apprenticeship, but there is nothing that I cannot bring out from the palace of the Prince of Jinling."
Then the young prince knelt down directly. Kui Mulang was a fast swordsman and his eyesight was naturally outstanding. Seeing Zhu Yinuo's tendency to kneel down, he stepped forward and touched Zhu Yinuo's knees with the instep of his feet.
Zhu Yinuo pushed hard, but Kui Mulang's feet were like stone sculptures, so he had no choice but to give up when he was forced to kneel down.
When Kui Mulang helped him up, although Zhu Yinuo was discouraged, he still did not change his excited expression and listened to him: "Master, you don't know. Only after I read the notebook did I realize that Nine Stars Feifu is not just a
Nine Swords, it turns out that Supreme Fenglan and Baili Yun don’t have such sword moves.”
Zhu Yinuo's studious look is not just fake. Thinking about the prodigal who was guarding him in the dark before, now he is as well-behaved as a well-read scholar. Kui Mulang is also happy from the bottom of his heart.
Kui Mulang would not express this joy on his face. He said in a calm tone: "Little prince, there is no need to call me master. I am entrusted by others to teach you the sword manual."
Zhu Yinuo shook his head vigorously and replied: "That can't be done. How can we not remember the kindness of preaching? At that time, the disciple was stupid and was not recognized by the master. The disciple must work hard to achieve the master's expectations as soon as possible. Master, you can talk to the disciple
There are two moves behind Jiuxing Feifu, these two moves are so weird."
If Kui Mulang's master were placed in the world, he would be a first-class figure. It's a pity that people who truly devote themselves to cultivating Taoism will only go out into the world in troubled times, with the mission of saving the common people. If there is peace in the prosperous times, he will not live in the mountains.
Take a step.
Kui Mulang has never accepted a disciple in his life, and Zhu Yinuo has a master, which indeed makes him happy. But the joy is joy. He has not crossed the hurdle yet. If he can come back safely, he may really be able to accept this disciple.
The young prince is his disciple.
Without thinking too much, Kui Mulang asked: "What's so weird?"
Zhu Yinuo frowned, pouted slightly, and his dull look was a bit cute, not at all like a younger boy who was already sixteen or seventeen.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh," after more than a dozen seconds, Zhu Yinuo could only express his truest thoughts. He said, "Master, the last two moves are weird. I feel like they don't look like moves. It seems like they are just some simple moves."
The way the sword is drawn has been slightly adjusted, but I can’t say what the details are.”
As soon as he heard this, Kui Mulang was even more happy. Who said that this young prince was not good at understanding or talent? He was just like him when he got this comment. Only after he practiced the two swords did he understand the truth.
Before Kuimulang could speak, Zhu Yinuo continued: "If that's the case, then Jiuxing Feifu actually doesn't need a sword move, because it's one move for me to thrust forward, and it's also one move for me to slash horizontally. As long as I want to
When you draw a sword, no matter how you draw it out, the sword drawn out is just one move. Master, if this is the case, then it doesn’t matter whether the nine-star flying move is nine moves or eleven moves."
Hearing this again, Kui Mulang couldn't help but clapped his hands, and forgot to conceal his emotions, and said with a smile: "The young prince is really smart. Although there is no record, the real nine stars flying down may be true. Since the young prince knows this,
That
Do you have any understanding of the nine swords in front?"
Zhu Yinuo shook his head this time, but he was afraid of being disliked by Kui Mulang, so he immediately explained: "I saw the master dancing with the sword that day, and every move was vigorous, so the disciple had to practice hard according to this comment.
I really haven’t considered what’s wrong with these nine swords.”
"My young prince, the road to martial arts is long and endless. If my young prince really wants to use Nine Stars Feifu as his only swordsmanship, then he might as well start all over again while he is still young."
Zhu Yinuo's heart skipped a beat when he heard that he had to overthrow everything he had learned. If he really followed the path pointed out by the Taoist with the wolf-toothed mask, and if he followed this path, he could really become a great swordsman in the future, that wouldn't be bad.
He also knew that even if he worked a thousand times harder than ordinary people, his shortcomings would still be there and could not be made up for.
Seeing the little guy's inner struggle, Kui Mulang found it interesting and joked: "What, you can't bear to let go?"
Zhu Yinuo shook his head and nodded again, but he didn't know what to say.
Then Kui Mulang's shoulders moved slightly, and the basalt wooden sword behind him flew away on its own. He raised his hand and held it. He looked carefully and found that this wooden sword had been with him for many years, but if he wanted to use his full strength, it was really not the best.
choose.
Without thinking, Kuimulang began to dance with his sword, one sword after another. The sword was very casual and free and easy. Juno unconsciously sat on the floor, concentrating on the Taoist dance in the wolf-toothed mask.
Sword. This kind of beauty is better than the Qinhuai River. This kind of infatuation is better than the gentle hometown of the oiran.
When Kuimulang stopped, he looked at Zhu Yinuo again. The little guy was so fascinated that his eyes were filled with yearning.
Kui Mulang put the sword on his back again, and once again sighed at Sword Master Wen's understanding of the sword. If he had used the sword like that before, the outcome of the battle at Hanshan Temple that day would have been unspeakable. He looked at Zhu Yinuo again and asked
: "If you were to come back again and devote yourself to it for ten years, although it wouldn't be able to help you break through to the realm of the Yuanzu, you would still be no weaker than you were in the prehistoric times if you fought against each other."
When Zhu Yinuo heard that he could not achieve that level, he was extremely happy. There were always great masters at the peak of the ancient world and the Hongmeng level around him. These longings instantly became clouds. After all, others are others, and he himself
It's me.
For example, there are many rumors about his uncle, but he doesn't know what level he is at. Maybe he can only aspire to it if he doesn't know it. If he knows it, it will be useless to discourage him.
"good."
After hesitating again and again, even though he was reluctant, Zhu Yinuo finally said the word, "Okay."
Kuimulang laughed, laughing that this little boy could be taught, and laughing that there would be a successor to the sword manual.
"Are you really willing to take this shabby Taoist priest like me as your teacher?"
Kui Mulang asked this question unconsciously. When Zhu Yinuo heard this, he felt happy and fell to his knees without saying a word. Then he heard three sounds and his forehead turned red, but this idiot was still happy.
Haha, he knelt on the ground and clasped his fists with his hands, and said: "Master, my disciple Zhu Yinuo must strictly follow the master's teachings and not disgrace the master's reputation. The disciple must also work hard to perfect the sword and not disgrace the name of the sword."
Kui Mulang was stunned for a moment. Although he was helpless, he smiled happily on his face. He helped Zhu Yinuo up helplessly and caressed the back of the little prince of Jinling's head. For some reason, he liked it more and more the more he looked at it.
"As a member of the Zhu family in Lincheng and the only king with a different surname in my country, you are not allowed to kneel down and worship at will."
"That's not okay. Kneel down on the sky and on the ground, kneel on your elders and kneel on the king. It doesn't matter if you don't want the gold under your knees. Since the master is the master, he is naturally Zhu Yinuo's elder, so why can't he kneel down?"
"Okay, okay, I won't tell you this time. Don't kneel down again next time."
After listening to these words, Zhu Yinuo was even more happy when he thought that the Taoist with the wolf-toothed mask had agreed to him. But then, he couldn't help but frown and asked: "Master, I don't know your name yet, and I don't know which sect we are in."
One faction."
When Kui Mulang heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little entangled. How should he tell this young prince? Then he seemed to have made a decision and said: "My surname is Mu, and my name is Zhitu. Before returning to secular life, I was a small boy on Wuya Mountain in Hancheng."
Taoist priest, your master is Taoist Master Tianqing..."
"Lyra?"
Kui Mulang was slightly startled, thinking about how the young prince knew that his master had never appeared in the world.
When Zhu Yinuo saw Kui Mulang looking at him, he could only wave his hands and smile, and then said: "Master's Taoist name is domineering."
Kuimu Lang chuckled and rewarded Zhu Yinuo with a chestnut. Zhu Yinuo hugged his head and cried, but the strength seemed to be there.
"Since we said respect our elders, we can't make fun of our elders."
Zhu Yinuo clasped his fists playfully, and then said: "Disciple, I understand, master, then where do we start practicing?"
Kui Mulang didn't say anything, but stretched out his foot. Zhu Yinuo dodged instinctively. Only then did he dodge, Kui Mulang
He took another claw, and then punched and kicked him. Although he didn't know Kuimulang's cultivation level, when Zhu Yinuo thought about it, this Taoist with a wolf mask was also a grand master of the Hongmeng realm. But why did he attack him?
It's no different from the way he fought with the gangsters?
The two of them fought like this for nearly an hour. Zhu Yinuo was so tired that he lay on the floor with his legs spread out and was breathing heavily. On the other hand, Kui Mulang was still breathing calmly.
After taking a few more deep breaths, he asked: "Master, if you want to teach your disciple a lesson, just tell me, why is this move no different from a gangster fight?"
Kui Mulang laughed, and then asked: "Master, I want to ask you, how did the martial arts evolve?"
Zhu Yinuo didn't think about it and just shook his head. This made Kui Mulang a little helpless. After all, all one has to do to become a master is to lead him through the door. If he doesn't think about it, he really won't accomplish much.
Thinking about what he was about to experience, or the narrow escape from death, he would never be as happy as he was today, so he had no choice but to tell him the truth behind it.
"First it was fists and kicks. As long as it can hurt the opponent and protect yourself, bastard boxing is also a good punch. Then came sticks and stones. As long as it can drive away the beast and hit the prey, that is enough. Over time, punches and kicks have become more sophisticated.
, can optimize the power and speed, and reduce wasted effort. Similarly, there are techniques for attacking with sticks. How to get rid of it or use inertia to increase the power by using less force. Naturally, the accuracy of throwing stones and flying spears is also more accurate. The principle is the same as before.
Those are the same."
Zhu Yinuo began to think, frowned, and stared at an object. What was that object? Did he see it in his eyes? It didn't matter. The important thing was that he started thinking.
Zhu Yinuo thought about it for a stick of incense, and Kui Mulang also stood there upright for a stick of incense. Then Zhu Yinuo asked: "That means I have to forget every move I learned before and just practice it."
How to hold a sword, how to swing a sword, how to thrust a sword?"
Kui Mulang smiled knowingly, who said that the young prince of Jinling City was stupid?
"Nine stars flying down are called fast swords. It is not an exaggeration to call it the fastest sword in the world. Its essence lies in the word "kuai", so people often say that the only martial arts in the world is fast."
"My brother said that a fast sword can cut off a river with one strike, but no matter how fast the sword is, it's impossible..."
"If I can't do it as a teacher, maybe someone can do it." Kui Mulang looked at his hands again and continued, "If every move of yours complies with the laws of heaven and earth, then your sword is not just a fast sword.
, it will also be a good sword.”
"A good sword?"
Zhu Yinuo was so fascinated by the word "good" that his hand unconsciously grasped the wooden sword that had been thrown aside. He quickly walked two steps to the center of the martial arts hall, started swinging the sword, and started stabbing. But then he couldn't help but frown.
, or someone who has practiced Jiuxing Feifu for too many years, and it is also an instinctive habit when he draws his sword.
Zhu Yinuo continued to swing his sword, one sword faster than the other, but he had no choice but to overthrow the habits he had developed over the years.
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious. After ten years of sharpening a sword, you threw away the original one. Now you have to practice it again with an innocent heart."
"Well, I understand, disciple."
Kui Mulang continued to watch Zhu Yinuo practice his sword with a smile on his face, and was extremely pleased. But thinking about what he was about to face, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. If he was really wiped out, this doll might still be like this?
"Disciple, Yinuo."
Kui Mulang changed his name temporarily. When Zhu Yinuo heard this, he stopped and walked over quickly.
Kui Mulang looked at Zhu Yinuo, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and then said: "I have to do something for the next few days, maybe for a few days, or for a few years. You call me master, but you can't do it as a teacher."
He has been giving guidance all year round, and he truly deserves the title of master."
"Master leads us in. It's up to the disciple to practice his own practice. Master, when will the next time we meet?"
Kui Mulang thought about it carefully, and then said: "It's hard to say who I am as a teacher when we meet next time, but when we meet next time, I will definitely let you know that your master is not a cat or a dog in the world."
Hearing this, Zhu Yinuo was even more happy, and his eyes were full of longing. But thinking that he and his master were both swordsmen, he couldn't help but think of one person, and then he asked: "Master, who is better between you and Zhong Xihou?"
One chip?"
When Kui Mulang heard this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, and said half-jokingly: "Next time we meet, how about I beat the handsome Zhong Xihou in the West City to a pulp in front of you?"
After hearing this, Zhu Yinuo smiled like a seven or eight-year-old child, nodded, and said in response: "I will beat Marquis Zhong Xi to pieces."
Kui Mulang is much older than Zhong Xihou. Although age will be an important factor in the difference in cultivation level, that person is Zhong Xihou after all. Is it a big talk or crazy talk? But why should you pay attention to it? Just be happy and happy.