The sword light intertwined like a rainbow, and the two figures suddenly stepped back and separated, stepping out of the line almost at the same time.
The white gauze wrapped around Cen Sanlin's right shoulder was punctured, and blood slowly spread out. He didn't care about the wound bursting, and sighed: "I haven't felt this happy for a long time! I wish I had met Zhang Guanzhu earlier."
He originally wanted to spar for a while longer, but Zhang Guanzhu used a move that would kill both of them, so he had no choice but to endure it and end the fierce sword fight that lasted for nearly a word in the corner.
Opponents are hard to find. If you meet an equally matched opponent early on, try to compete with each other more often.
He was afraid that he had already broken through the bottleneck and advanced to the gradual stage, so why did he delay it until February this year?
Yun Qiuhe rolled his eyes. At this time last year, Guanzhu Zhang had not even reached the Huaqi Realm. Can you believe it?
He flew to the side of Zhang Guanzhu, who was supporting his body with his sword. Yue Anyan also ran over eagerly.
Zhang Wenfeng was hit by a sword in the same right shoulder position, and his robe was torn, but he was not injured. He had a dust-washing robe to protect him. Furthermore, Cen Sanlin withdrew his strength, and he couldn't help coughing violently.
At the end of the sword fight, his Yuan Qi was consumed too much, and the magical power of the Blue Light Reflection Curse also became ineffective.
Realizing that the witchcraft in his body was deteriorating rapidly, he quickly forced Cen Sanlin to end it in a draw. He wanted to use wood energy to control it, but in the end he was unable to do so. The balance was broken by too much Yuan Qi, and he was unable to suppress the root cause of the disease for a while.
"Uh...this..."
Cen Sanlin didn't know what happened. He didn't even use the sword's intention with the last sword.
After a while, the cough subsided. Zhang Wenfeng returned his sword to its sheath. The witchcraft in his heart increased by about one point. He clasped his fists and explained: "Zhang's old injury has recurred. It is not suitable to fight for a long time. Master Cen Haihan, we will not discuss this time."
I can only enjoy myself until next time. The three Taoist priests, please have tea in the West Hall and talk."
He tried to speak in an understatement, without deliberately highlighting anything.
It was a rare opportunity to compete with a swordsman with a similar skill level. By fighting with swords without any scruples, he eliminated the rough and refined some of the inspiration he had cultivated and pondered some time ago, making his sword skills more mature and closer to "fitting in with the body".
One step forward.
Hearing what he said, Cen Sanlin clasped his fists and apologized: "It's all my fault that Cen lost his temper and didn't restrain himself. My old injury relapsed, Daoyou Zhang. I apologize. I wonder if you have ever asked a doctor for treatment before? If not, Cen is willing to do it for you."
Invite a powerful doctor to come and heal you."
Regardless of whether they are monks or sword cultivators, as long as their limbs are not broken, ordinary injuries to their muscles and bones are not considered serious injuries.
What we are most afraid of is that the root of the disease will fall into the internal organs, meridians or sea of consciousness, and that will be trouble.
Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, Dr. Ji from the county town has been helping me see my doctor. This time I have to trouble her to make a trip again."
The group of people walked to the west hall together, with Yue Anyan lagging behind. She asked the apprentices who had watched three sword fights, especially the last one who were shocked, to go down the mountain. She also wanted to accompany her guests on the mountain.
After taking his seat, Cen Sanlin did not mention the victory or defeat, but reviewed and exchanged views with Zhang Guanzhu about the competition process.
After a fierce fight, the two cherished each other and became closer invisibly. They exchanged views without reservation. Occasionally they had disagreements and made a few gestures with their swords. When they talked about happy and exciting things, Cen Sanlin burst out laughing.
Yun Qiuhe was originally chatting quietly with Du Huijian, but unconsciously, both of them stopped talking and listened attentively.
Nearly an hour passed. Zhang Wenfeng suddenly covered his mouth and turned his head. He coughed violently uncontrollably. Sweat broke out on his forehead. He coughed for a while before he stopped.
Yun Qiuhe suggested: "Zhang Guanzhu, I am now sending a summons to ask Dr. Ji to come over and say that the root cause of your witchcraft has recurred and the situation is more serious."
She deliberately said the word "witchcraft" to make the guests disperse.
The guest is gone and the host is in peace. Zhang Guanzhu's condition is not optimistic and he needs to rest and regulate his breathing.
Zhang Wenfeng looked inside his heart and saw that the scarlet silk witchcraft was coming back fiercely. It only took a short time for the second thread to appear. He thought about it for a moment and said, "We'll see tomorrow. I'll try to see how the suppression works first."
Yun Qiuhe glanced angrily and said, "Don't show off, it won't be troublesome for Dr. Ji to make a trip."
Cen Sanlin hurriedly stood up and said goodbye. He did not expect that Zhang Guanzhu was under a witchcraft. The sound of coughing was hurting his heart, so he followed Du Huijian who stood up.
Du Huijian took out a wooden box from his backpack and handed it to Cen Sanlin.
Gu Min
"Zhang Guanzhu, you and I hit it off immediately. We have had three sparring sessions, and Cen has benefited a lot. Please accept this footwork secret book."
"The discussion between us ended in a draw, and there was no winner..."
"Haha, Guanzhu Zhang is trying to save Cen's face. The secret book is given to a confidant, and there is no other nonsense. After Zhang Guanzhu's injury is completely healed, we can let go and discuss it, so we won't bother you any more today!"
After hearing what Cen Sanlin said, Zhang Wenfeng held the wooden box containing the secret book in both hands and said, "Next time I will do it."
Du Huijian cupped her fists and interjected: "Zhang Guanzhu, I am honored to have an exchange today. Please feel free to give me some advice."
After watching the competition between Zhang Guanzhu and Mr. Cen, she knew that she would not have the chance to compete with Zhang Guanzhu next time because their swordsmanship skills were very different, so she took the time to ask for advice.
Zhang Wenfeng returned the greeting and asked, "You had a discussion with Taoist Master He. What did he say at the beginning?"
There was a trace of embarrassment on Du Huijian's face, and he whispered: "Master He asked me to be less fancy and concentrate on the art of swordsmanship."
Yun Qiuhe said angrily: "Don't listen to He Guangjun's nonsense. You don't necessarily have to be like him to be called swordsmanship? Everyone has their own fate, how can there be any fixed method?"
She hated He Guangjun's arrogance and condescending attitude.
Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "The sword dance skills are quite good, 'make a sword to bind yourself, break the sword and come out', you may want to try one or two."
He learned some insights from the sword dance skills, which can be supplemented and perfected into his sword skills, but it just takes time to slowly figure out and absorb them.
There are similarities between the sword sharpening style and sword dance skills. The other party sincerely asked for advice, so he borrowed two sentences from the exercise to communicate, changing one word. The meaning can be understood in many ways. How could he know whether it would be useful to Du Huijian?
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He couldn't do it if he wanted to say something to make others touch or even break the bottleneck. Besides, how could there be such cheap and good things?
Only when you have accumulated enough will you have the opportunity to draw parallels.
Du Huijian clasped his fists in thought and stepped back.
Xianyunke opened his mouth and found that he was the least qualified to speak. He failed in one move. How could he communicate with others?
It's nothing more than humiliating someone, don't say more to show your embarrassment.
The group of people went down the mountain and saw off Cen Sanlin and the other three. Yun Qiuhe wanted to entertain the Three Musketeers and accompanied them back to the city.
Yue Anyan walked side by side with the conservator on the gravel road. She did not show her worry on her face and said: "Master, if you have anything to do, just go ahead and I will take care of you. Wei Jingjie and the others can also help."
Zhang Wenfeng nodded, looked at his senior sister, and said with a smile: "I'm really fine, don't worry."
“In short, it’s better to play it safe and don’t hold on to it.”
"Save it."
The two separated at a fork in the road, and Yue Anyan walked west toward Qingzheng Courtyard.
Zhang Wenfeng went up the mountain and returned to the West Hall. He opened the wooden box and found a secret book called "Nine Palaces Flying Star Steps" inside. Judging from the condition, it was a copied version.
He was slightly startled. In his previous life, there were complicated records of the "Nine Palaces Flying Stars" nine stars with ten heavenly stems and nine palaces, the Feng Shui Bureau of Shunting and Reverse Flying, the Three Strange and Six Yi Qimen Dunjia Techniques, etc. He didn't expect to find it here.
I saw a footwork secret book related to it.
I turned the pages of the book, read the prologue, and turned a few more pages, with a hint of joy in my eyes.
Fortunately, it used the Nine Palaces Orientation Map of the Ten Heavenly Qianqi Gate, which he knew a little about. It required the use of arithmetic knowledge, so it was much easier for him.
After reading a few more pages, he suddenly understood that what Cen Sanlin was performing was one of the variations of the "Nine Palaces Flying Star Step".