Chapter 208 An ordinary sword is like a fairy guiding the way
"Taoist Master Cen, how come you look like you're just kicking around? Do you think that after being promoted to the Jianwei Realm, you will become stronger and have a higher vision, and you can sweep through all the Taoist sects in Nanjiang Prefecture?"
Yun Qiuhe sneered, stared at the rough man opposite him, and sneered rudely.
Cen Sanlin, who was wearing a single robe of coarse cloth, laughed and clasped his fists to apologize: "Master He praised Guanzhu Zhang very highly in his words. He said that Guanzhu Zhang was amazingly talented and very talented in swordsmanship. So when they first met, Cen couldn't help but test Zhang Guanzhu.
Sorry, it was Cen who was abrupt!"
The big man bowed down and bowed. He was able to bend and stretch without feeling any embarrassment.
Zhang Wenfeng quickly gave a gesture of support and returned the favor with clasped fists: "Taoist Cen's words are serious. Zhang is too embarrassed to live up to his words. I'm so ashamed!"
Yun Qiuhe snorted: "He Guangjun has no good intentions. He is putting Zhang Guanzhu on the fire to roast him."
She pointedly pointed out He Guangjun's sinister intentions.
The young man behind, who was wearing a white robe and looked more like a traveling scholar than a swordsman, raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction. He chuckled and clasped his fists and said, "I haven't seen Taoist Master Yun for a long time. Congratulations to Taoist Master Yun for his breakthrough and taking the Immortal Way to a higher level!"
After saying the polite words, he changed his tone and said, "Xian seems to remember that Taoist Master Yun is a master of Xuanyun Temple. When did he change his sect and join Xianling Temple?"
It means that you, an outsider, are not ashamed to make irresponsible remarks here.
Yun Qiuhe smiled and took out a jade plaque, showed it, and said: "I came to Xianling Temple to be a guest Taoist priest. I didn't have time to post a message to inform the Taoist priest. It's a sin, a sin!"
She deliberately emphasized the word "taoist priest" because she didn't have the time to spare.
Although the guest Taoist priest is not so formal, he is still half a master.
The woman in the Taoist robe had a pretty figure and looked timid and weak. She walked forward with a smile on her face and came to the rescue: "Sister Yun, we haven't seen each other for a few days. We will get together when we return to the city next time. You and the two of them are so angry."
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Yun Qiuhe pulled the woman and said with a smile: "Stay a little longer this time and I'll show you around. Don't leave in a hurry. You two can go do whatever you like. We won't entertain you."
The petite woman named Du Huijian smiled without showing her teeth: "I'll go with you and get tired of staying with them."
Zhang Wenfeng finally understood that Yun Qiuhe and the three of them were all acquaintances.
There is no lack of communication among the disciples of the large sects, and of course there is also no lack of overt and covert fighting and competition.
After a brief introduction to each other, Zhang Wenfeng extended his hand to invite the three of them to the mountain as guests. Qingzheng Villa was not in a position to entertain foreign guests.
Yue Anyan fell behind and briefly explained to the young man on duty that he should go back to the Qingzheng Courtyard and change the next class to self-study, and let Wei Jingjie and several older boys supervise the apprentices' practice and study.
Second Senior Brother took the donkey on a mission yesterday, and I don’t know when he will be back.
In the main hall, incense was burned and worshiped by the Taoist ancestors. Everyone took their seats in the west hall, served tea and chatted for a while. Cen Sanlin directly brought up the idea of discussing swordsmanship with Zhang Guanzhu. Some rules were also mentioned. He would lower his cultivation level to reach the perfection of energy transformation, but the sword has no eyes.
If there is any damage, you can only bear it yourself, and ask Yun Qiuhe, a sharp-tongued person, to notarize it.
Zhang Wenfeng did not agree immediately and asked curiously: "Master Cen, what's the injury on your shoulder?"
Cen Sanlin smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, it's already good. I met with Taoist Master He for a sparring match at the beginning of February. I was even more injured at the time. Fortunately, I gained some insights on the sword. While recuperating in Nanjiangzhou City, I luckily made a breakthrough. A few days ago,
I found Taoist Master He for a spar, but my skills were still inferior, so he gave me some advice and asked me to come to you."
Yun Qiuhe interjected and asked: "Taoist Master Cen, how many copies of the secret technique do you have left?"
Cen Sanlin did not hide anything and said with a smile: "There is only one footwork secret book left, and Taoist He chose a boxing technique."
"Oh, there is another sword skill. Who needs to go? Can you let me know easily?"
"Forgive me, fellow Daoist Yun, I promised that person, but I can't tell you."
Cen Sanlin was more tactful and flexible than He Guangjun in terms of human relations and sophistication. He looked at Zhang Guanzhu and asked, "What does Zhang Guanzhu think? If you have any concerns, just raise them and we can discuss them."
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and nodded.
He was actually quite interested in practicing swordsmanship with Du Huijian, a fellow of the same level as Xianyunke.
It was hard to find an opponent. After competing with He Guangjun, he practiced alone for several months. In the blink of an eye, it was now March 3rd. When he planted the jade millet, his spiritual plant, the seedlings sprouted and grew with a pinch of his fingers.
As for your own swordsmanship level, you can only make progress and discover your own shortcomings by competing with others of the same level, or even with Cen Sanlin, a newly promoted Jianwei realm swordsman who has only been promoted for less than a month.
Working behind closed doors for a long time is not a good thing for your vision and state of mind.
He has used his own tempered wood energy to suppress the red silk witchcraft for more than two months.
A few days ago, Ji Shixi flew over again to check on him and returned without saying a few words.
He knew that Dr. Ji was responsible for his duties and had to know the progress of his cultivation at all times and report to the superiors. He also wanted to try whether he could still suppress the witchcraft after using Yuan Qi as a trial.
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Even if the witchcraft breaks out, it is not difficult to ask Yun Qiuhe to cooperate in the acting and ask Ji Shixi to come over.
"Dao Zhang Cen, I'm asking a few apprentices to come and watch the battle to gain some experience and broaden their horizons. Wouldn't you be in the way?"
It was rare for a master to come to challenge, so Zhang Wenfeng put forward a small condition.
Cen Sanlin was doing his best, joking and walking outside with Zhang Guanzhu, who was quite happy to accept the challenge.
After Yue Anyan went out, she went down the mountain from the edge to call for people. The temple owner was willing to discuss with others, but she would never interfere or dissuade him. The temple owner was very independent.
Yun Qiuhe used the tip of his sword to mark out an area about eight feet wide and twelve feet long in the wheat drying field. He also preached a few established rules for sparring. After Yue Anyan called the top ten apprentices from the Qingzheng Villa, he announced the start.
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The first person to appear is Xianyunke from the "Three Musketeers".
The man dressed as a scholar pulled out a long and elegant white sword, held it in his arms and saluted: "The name of the sword is Piaoxu, please enlighten me!"
"please!"
Zhang Wenfeng was a little puzzled. Did he need to go out of his way to announce the name of the sword?
After returning the salute, he lowered his foot, turned the green bamboo sword in his right hand and stabbed in front of his wrist. With a smooth and flat thrust, he handed it to the chest of the scholar two feet away in the blink of an eye. His experience of sparring with others in swordsmanship was learned from He Guangjun.
That guy has such a high level of cultivation, but when faced with a person with a low level of cultivation at the beginning, he was always ahead of the curve, without even a single sword being polite.
"It's the 'immortal who guides the way'! Be careful!"
Du Huijian was taken aback and shouted a reminder outside the venue.
All three of them suffered losses from this move, more than once.
He Guangjun used this move against them every time and rarely used the third move. Unexpectedly, in a small and unknown Taoist temple in the countryside, they met an immortal who showed them the way, which made them almost bewildered.
Regardless of the sword's speed, angle, or that damn preemptive attack, it's all exactly the same.
There are not many people in the world who can use the sword technique of "immortals to guide the way", but there are only a handful of people who can use it in such a return to nature.
No wonder He Guangjun asked them to challenge Zhang Guanzhu, they are like a raccoon dog.
Xianyunke could no longer care about his bookishness, he blocked with a diagonal slash of his sword, and his feet moved sideways and retreated.
They have practiced and studied how to break the Immortal Guidance. There are several methods. The simplest is to break through and break the opponent's momentum. Instead of fighting head-on, they can counterattack from the side.
Although he couldn't defeat He Guangjun's master's sword power, Xianyunke still had some confidence in dealing with Zhang Guanzhu of the same level.
He secretly blamed himself for making such a fuss and being scared out of his wits by this move. In fact, there was nothing wrong with attacking the opponent.
Zhang Wenfeng didn't care how the scholar changed his moves and retreated. He had developed feelings for the flat thrust, and his mind was so calm that various changes occurred naturally. His wrist turned slightly, making a subtle turn in the direction of the scholar's sword blocking.
The two swords missed each other by an inch without colliding, and their energy was turbulent and entangled.
Turn your wrist so that the back of your hand is facing down, stab diagonally, and pursue with the sword.
The scholar allowed the scholar to drastically change his moves, bumping and strangling him. He moved his wrist slightly at will, and the two swords were always barely touching each other. The two sword lights, one white and one green, were like glue and lacquer in the bright spring light, and the lights reflected each other.
A bit of edge follows him like a shadow, never leaving the scholar's chest and abdomen.
The scholar had to dodge to the left and right. He was sweating profusely and did not dare to stay even half a step.
He has also reached the realm of sword cultivation, so why is there such a big difference?
Once retreat, then retreat again,
He retreated to the left and was forced to the right.
No matter how he used his sword skills, he could never get rid of the immortal guidance that gave him a headache.
Shui Qingru, who was watching the battle from a high position on the stage, excitedly grabbed the arm of another little girl with a delicate face. Her eyes were shining as she watched the spectator use a simple and exquisite flat thrust to force the opponent to look like
The giant monkey jumped up and down, helpless, and couldn't help shouting: