From Xiaoao to travel around the world

Chapter 5

With Yue Buqun's permission, Yang Qing simply packed up two bedding quilts, brought enough water and dry food, and went up to Siguo Cliff the next day.

Ten days have passed now.

These days, Yang Qing first pretended to memorize Zixia's magic tricks by heart, and then returned them to Yue Buqun.

Then he practiced the newly learned swordsmanship in front of Siguoya Cave:
[Martial Arts] Xiyi Swordsmanship (Introductory 26/100)

In just three days, this new set of swordsmanship has skipped the two realms of unbearable and beginner, and the progress has been rapid, which made him deeply understand the importance of the foundation.

If there is no foundation of basic swordsmanship, there will never be such a quick advance.

As for Zixia Divine Art, he hasn't started practicing yet.

Because he felt that it was the right way to train his basic internal skills to the full level, and then to practice Zixia magic skills.

After all, others have to suffer for a long time to cultivate internal strength, and they can't see the way forward at all.

But he has a system, has potential, and has a clear view of the road ahead.

As for the source of potential points, he also has a clue.

In addition, there are several Huashan swordsmanship and some scattered moves recorded in the system.Because there is no formal cultivation, it has not been displayed on the panel yet.

In the past few days, Yue Lingshan came here a few times out of boredom, but after being ignored by him, she went down the mountain in a fit of anger.

As for the other senior brothers, they have long been accustomed to his way of doing things and dare not disturb him casually.

At this time, in front of Siguoya, Yang Qing held the Qingfeng long sword and danced endlessly, the dazzling sword light rose and fell all over his body, disappearing and appearing suddenly, like a light curtain, extremely brilliant.

Compared with the Yangwu swordsmanship which focuses on defense and counterattack, the Xiyi swordsmanship is more offensive.

The moves are exquisite and majestic, and when deployed, the sword's momentum is continuous and decisive, and the killing is quite heavy.

After Yang Qing finished using a set of sword skills, he suddenly raised his sword momentum again, and drew out his sword as he walked, seemingly unintentionally, he gradually walked into the cave.

All of a sudden, there were bursts of piercing wind and howling in the empty cave.

But I saw Yang Qing sometimes retreating, sometimes moving forward, sometimes stabbing left and right and slashing.

He used his lightness kung fu to ascend to the sky in one step, rushing back and forth in the cave, his sword force continued, and from time to time there were broken stones or were stirred by the sword wind, or were accidentally kicked away while moving, hitting the cave walls on both sides with "cracking" sounds, and sparks shot out randomly. .

"Kong Kong!"

Finally, two abnormal sounds came, especially clear in the cave.

Yang Qing retracted his sword to stop his figure, and the surroundings immediately became quiet, with only the slightest sound of wind blowing into his ears.

He looked around, frowning.

"Strange? What sound?"

With "curiosity", he approached the stone wall and tried to hit it with the hilt of his sword, and then kept hitting various places with stones.

"Kong Kong!"

The noise reappeared.

"This, is it empty?"

He retracted the long sword into its scabbard, put it aside, turned to move his kung fu to the palm of his hand, and patted the stone wall lightly.

"boom!"

A louder hollow sound sounded, and the stone wall was slightly dented.

"Really empty?"

Like a boy who came across a treasure, Yang Qing hacked and smashed it, and it took him a long time to get a glimpse of the secret room.

The walls are engraved with sword moves.

"This... this is the Huashan Sword Art! Has it been broken?"

"Mount Song, Mount Heng, Mount Tai, Mount Heng... have all been destroyed?"

After comprehending swordsmanship in the cave for a long time, the young man who suffered the "strike" finally walked out of the cave in a daze and came to Siguo Cliff.

Like a body that has lost its soul, it sits slumped on the ground, staring blankly at the distant sky...

"Swordsmanship, what's the use of learning it? Is it broken by others?"

When he went up the mountain three days ago, he was still a boy genius.

However, at this moment, he was sitting on the edge of the cliff, with his back bent, and when the mountain wind blew, he actually gave people a feeling of being disfigured and lost...

As time passed, Yang Qing sat up until sunset and dusk, still motionless.

The stars moved, the night was dark, until the sky was slightly white, and the dawn was approaching, but he still sat withered, not moving a bit.

Not long after, a round of red sun broke through the sea of ​​clouds and rose slowly.

So until the third day, he just sat there in a daze, his breathing was weak, and he became thinner visible to the naked eye, like a walking dead.

"Oh, what an idiot."

Between the cliffs of the empty mountain, a voice suddenly sounded.

Yang Qing seemed to have been sitting there for a long time. He was obviously stunned for a moment when he heard someone speak, and then he looked around.

"Who? Who's in the dark?"

Footsteps sounded, and Yang Qing looked back, only to see a tall and thin old man with white beard and hair, a face like gold paper, and a blue robe walking out of the cave facing the sunset.

The old man's robe was worn out, even with a few patches, but it was exceptionally clean.

Yang Qing drew his sword in panic, and shouted angrily, "Who are you and why did you break into Huashan Mountain!"

The old man looked strange, and sighed: "You silly boy, I am in my own home, how can I break into it?"

"Family? You... You are also from the Huashan School? Impossible, I grew up in Huashan..." Yang Qing lowered his sword tip, frowned, and asked in surprise, "Could it be that you are... Feng Qingyang, Senior Feng?"

The old man was surprised: "You actually know my name?"

"I heard the master mention it by chance."

This is of course nonsense, Yue Buqun and Ning Zhong never said it once.

Feng Qingyang nodded slightly, with a slightly emotional expression: "It's rare."

At this moment, Yang Qing waited for a long time, and immediately knelt down when he heard the words, and respectfully kowtowed three times: "Disciple Yang Qing, pay homage to Grand Master Feng!"

"Get up."

Yang Qing got up and put the sword back into its sheath, "Grand Master Uncle, I don't know why you are here? Do you want me to inform Master?"

Feng Qingyang said curiously: "I am a member of the Huashan Sword Sect, don't you know about the battle of sword qi?"

"The disciples know it, but the disciples think that it is a family after all, and it really shouldn't be based on family status."

Feng Qingyang said: "That idiot Yue Buqun is dull and stupid, but he has accepted a sensible apprentice."

Yang Qing said seriously: "Uncle Grand Master, Master has a great kindness to me, please be merciful to Uncle Grand Master."

"Hmph." Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, and then said, "I saw you practice your sword in the past two days, why are you sitting on the edge of a cliff these days, motionless? If this continues, you will die of thirst. Are you starving to death?"

"Back to Uncle Grand Master, the disciples and grandchildren saw many long-lost unique skills of Mount Hua in the cave."

"Oh?" Feng Qingyang wondered: "Doesn't that mean you need to practice more?"

Yang Qing looked depressed, and said in a hoarse voice: "Those sword techniques have all been destroyed by others, so what's the use of me practicing them."

"Ha!" Feng Qingyang laughed and said: "You silly boy, those who broke the sword technique have died in the cave, didn't you see?"

"The apprentice and grandson saw it, but regardless of the life or death of the person who broke the trick, it will still be broken after all."

Feng Qingyang shook his head when he heard this, and said angrily: "Swordsmanship is dead, but people are alive. In swordsmanship, the emphasis is on moving clouds and flowing water without leaving traces. How can there be a swordsmanship that cannot be broken? There is no sword that must be broken method, the key depends on whose hand the sword is in."

"Floating clouds and flowing water, leaving no trace." Yang Qing chewed on these eight words, and seemed to realize something in his heart.

This wasn't because he was acting. The moment his heart loosened, he saw a change in the sword technique column on the panel:
【Martial Arts】Huashan Introductory Swordsmanship (Superb 88/100)

Xiyi Swordsmanship (Beginner 96/100)

Introductory swordsmanship proficiency actually instantly increased by 20 points!Xiyi's swordsmanship was almost 4 points away from breaking through.

After a breakthrough in swordsmanship, it is particularly difficult to enter the realm.He practiced hard for seven years and failed to reach the summit, which shows how difficult it is.

At this time, once I realized something, it almost offset the hard work in January.

Sure enough, it is difficult to become a master behind closed doors.

Seeing that he seemed to have realized something, Feng Qingyang didn't bother him.

After a while, Yang Qing suddenly drew his sword, and the sword light suddenly appeared in front of the Siguo cliff, and the cold light spread all over.

Huashan started to practice swordsmanship, and Xiyi swordsmanship was used in his hands one by one, and then alternated.

In the end, Yang Qing's moves and moves gradually became seamless, and the two sets of swordsmanship changed from being completely different to one in you and one in me, and there is no distinction between them.

"Okay!" The moment Jian Guang faded away, Feng Qingyang clapped his hands and praised: "I really don't know how a dull person like your master can teach a disciple like you."

Most of Qizong's sword practices follow the rules, every move and every style are rigorous, and no deviations or omissions are allowed.Yang Qing's performance was beyond his expectation.

"Uncle Grand Master." Yang Qing came back to his senses and heard the other party's sigh, so he explained: "Usually I mostly practice swords alone, and I mostly do what I want. Only when the master is in the test, I follow his request."

"No wonder, your swordsmanship clearly has a murderous intent, and your swordsmanship is more focused on actual combat killing, and it doesn't look like that boy Yue Buqun.

However, the internal strength of swordsmanship is one-hearted, and you need to concentrate a little bit to comprehend the will of the gods to get the samadhi. You are so inconsistent, and you will be affected in the end. It is really uncomfortable, how can you be brave and diligent. "

Yang Qing's heart moved again, Feng Qingyang was right, even if his heart is like a mirror, martial arts must be treated with sincerity after all.

A person like myself has one thing in front and another in his back. I'm afraid that he has gone astray in his martial arts journey, which is not conducive to comprehending higher realms.

But having said that, after receiving Feng Qingyang's guidance, Linghu Chong released his nature and freed himself, which eventually aroused Yue Buqun's jealousy and finally parted ways.

As for himself...

"Thank you, Uncle Grand Master, for your guidance."

"Well, I just saw you practicing swordsmanship. Why do you only have two sets of swordsmanship? Huashan's surviving swordsmanship should be more than this."

Yang Qing thought for a while, and said: "Master thinks that I have already built a solid foundation in the field of internal strength. As for swordsmanship, it will not be too late to make up for it after I have accomplished Zixia's magical skills."

(End of this chapter)