Duan Yu's Biography of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 182 I Stop Pretending, I Have a Showdown!
"Clean up this place. Lingjiu Palace will be the main altar of our Tianlong Sect!"

Duan Yu ordered, and the nine disciples took action one after another, using martial arts to clean up the corpses all over the ground.

There were all female disciples in Lingjiu Palace, and the corpses were easy to distinguish, so they were buried together on Piaomiao Peak.

As for the masters brought by the Mongols, they were swept into the abyss as rubbish.

The ground on Piaomiao Peak is covered with ice and snow, and the wind is biting.

Duan Yu is standing high, with flowing clothes and a free and easy temperament.

Looking at the low peaks around him, he said: "The location of Piaomiao Peak is remote and hidden. It is a rare good place. However, the climate is cold and it is quite inconvenient to go up and down the peak. You will have to live here all year round in the future." ”

"Master, we are not afraid of hardship!"

The nine disciples behind him said in unison, their eyes full of hope.

Duan Yu nodded casually and continued to familiarize them with Piaomiao Peak, giving them instructions here and there.

As they walked, everyone said that even though the howling cold wind was causing trouble, it still couldn't bring down the joy of the master and disciples.

Everyone was very satisfied when they thought that such a large Lingjiu Palace would become the main altar of Tianlong Sect!

Duan Hao was in the highest interest. He practiced the Nine Yang Magic Art. To him, these cold winds were like the willow wind that did not blow cold on his face.

Creating a sect is nothing more than cultivating disciples.

As long as the disciples are trained to become masters and become famous in the martial arts world, the sect's reputation will naturally grow and attract more people to join.

Duan Yu originally wanted to be lazy, but he had to spend time mentoring nine disciples.

"This place is open. You can practice martial arts here. Hao'er, you can practice swordsmanship first."

Everyone retreated and made way for a square foot of space.

The breeze was blowing, and the second disciple Duan Hao stood in the middle, unsheathed his sword, and used the Dragon City Sword Technique.

But the sword was shining brightly, and a silver light covered the figure.

The sun was shining brightly, shining on the sword, and the silver light in the sky burst out all around, piercing everyone's eyes.

After a while, the sword light in the sky suddenly disappeared, revealing Duan Hao's figure, the sword already sheathed.

"Master!" Duan Hao clasped his fists with a respectful expression, not showing any joy.

Having seen what his master is capable of, he really can't afford to be proud. Not showing off his embarrassment is the greatest improvement.

"That's not how swords are used." Duan Yu shook his head and then waved.

With a "chang" sound, cold light burst out, and everyone felt a chill around them, as if a cold air was blowing, and their pores closed involuntarily.

Duan Hao's sword flew out of the scabbard automatically and fell into Duan Yu's hand.

"You guys, watch carefully!"

Duan Yu said in a warm voice, he activated the sword technique, and swung the long sword slowly, as if a silver dragon was circling and flying around him, up, down, left, and right, circling endlessly.

His sword movement is not fast, but moves slowly, calmly and unhurriedly, like a dance, without any sharpness.

Then the silver dragon disappeared suddenly, as if diving into an abyss, and Duan Yu slowly stabbed the boulder three feet away with his sword.

But the huge stone that had stood here for tens of thousands of years was suddenly penetrated, but the huge stone did not break.

"Can you see clearly?"

Duan Yu put away his sword and smiled gently.

The disciples slowly came to their senses, Duan Hao grunted, his voice was stiff and his expression was stiff: "Master, this...is this the Dragon City Sword Technique that I just performed?"

In his impression, Dragon City's swordsmanship focuses on killing with sharpness, so that it can display its power.

But the master used it so softly that he was able to condense his inner strength into one sword and deliver this shocking blow!
Duan Yu smiled and nodded: "Well, Hao'er, you can use this Dragon City Sword Technique so quickly that it's dizzying for everyone, but it actually damages the power of this sword technique."

Everyone looked at him with wide eyes and confusion on their faces.

Being fast, accurate and ruthless is the samadhi of swordsmanship. If you are not fast and slow, wouldn't you be seeking death? !

Seeing his disciples staring at him blankly, with confusion and doubt in their eyes, Duan Yu shook his head and smiled: "Hao'er, come here and try two moves with me."

"Yes!" Duan Hao solemnly asked his junior sister Duan Luan to borrow the sword.

He unsheathed his sword and slowly raised it. The long sword was held across his chest. His feet were uneven and Yue Zhiyuan stopped. His whole body was tight and seamless, impeccable.

At a young age, he has the demeanor of a master.

Duan Yu nodded slowly: "Let's take action!"

"Master, offended!"

With a flash of sword light, Duan Hao's long sword thrust out and instantly reached Duan Yu's throat, as if there was no distance between him.

Duan Yu drew his long sword, slowly drew an arc, and swung it up diagonally, just in time to meet the sword.

"Ding..." The crisp sound kept coming.

Duan Hao's expression changed slightly, and the sword in his hand trembled.

He felt extremely weird, the sword was picked up by the tip of the sword, and the inner power contained in the master's sword was not strong.

But this power is extremely weird. Inspired by this force, the long sword undergoes inexplicable changes, as if it has come to life, turning into a silver snake, struggling endlessly, and will break away at any time.

The Nine Yang Divine Art was activated, and Duan Hao moved the energy on his palm, trying his best to control the long sword and prevent it from letting go.

A ray of silver swordsman swept over, and the cold air was strong. He took a step back quickly, swung his sword and made a move. The master and the disciple fought together, with fierce moves.

Duan Hao's eyes widened, and his eyes widened, and his expression of surprise became more and more intense.

The fingers of his left hand were trembling, as if they were swinging, and his body was twisting slightly.

He tried his best to use the Dragon City Sword Technique to defeat his master's sword moves.

What Duan Yu was performing at this time was also the Dragon City Sword Technique, which was gentle and generous, calm and unhurried, with an aura that looked down on the world.

The master and the apprentice each performed the Dragon City Sword Technique. The moves were the same, but they were dwarfed by each other, like a beautiful woman and an ugly little maid.

Even if Murong Fu was a liar, his jaw would drop in shock and he would feel ashamed to see Duan Yu understand the Murong family's secret knowledge so deeply.

Slow but quick, this is the essence of Longcheng swordsmanship!
With a "ding" sound, Duan Hao finally couldn't hold on any longer. The long sword flew out of his hand, was thrown into the air and then fell to the green brick ground with a crisp sound. "Master is brilliant!" All the disciples said in unison.

They knew in their hearts that the master was demonstrating swordsmanship.

Otherwise, he would have defeated the second senior brother long ago.

"Hao'er, do you understand?" Duan Yu turned to look at Duan Hao.

Duan Hao nodded slowly: "Disciple seems to understand!"

Duan Yu nodded: "Each swordsmanship move has its own merits. Fast and slow are just like hardness and softness. If you are too fast, you will be inferior."

"Yes." Duan Hao nodded heavily.

Everyone also nodded. Although they were not proficient in Duan Hao's Dragon City swordsmanship, they knew that the same martial arts led to the same goal.

They were able to understand the truth of martial arts taught by their master, and all of them looked thoughtful.

Seeing them like this, Duan Yu smiled happily.

The Marrow Cleansing Pill was not in vain, everyone's basic skills were excellent, and their understanding also improved.

Duan Yu said with a smile: "Any martial arts has its flaws. People who practice martial arts must not stick to the rules. They must think more carefully and make some changes as a teacher to fully tap the power of Longcheng Sword Technique."

Duan Hao scratched his head, hesitantly pulled out his sword, and started to draw slowly.

But don't move awkwardly, as your whole body feels uncomfortable.

Halfway through the execution of a sword technique, Duan Hao suddenly stopped. Duan Hao frowned, thought for a moment, then swung the sword, then stopped again, thought for a while before continuing.

After a while, Duan Yu said again: "You can create and try martial arts moves at will, but the internal skills and mental methods you have learned are all unique skills in the martial arts world. Don't deliberately try them. Don't try to create them yourself before you are 30 years old. "

The foundation is the most important, just like building a tower, laying the foundation is the key.

The same goes for martial arts training. After you practice your internal skills, your martial arts will naturally become stronger.

He was afraid that his disciples would always think about creating their own martial arts and practice their own internal skills indiscriminately.

"Disciple, please obey Master's teachings!" The nine disciples responded respectfully.

In their first lesson, they heard their master say that these internal skills and mental methods are all secrets that have been lost in the martial arts for a long time.

If you practice any one skill to perfection, you can become a supreme master and be proud of the world of martial arts.

"Practice is about excellence, not mastery. Each of your martial arts is excellent. It's just that you can't master it and practice it wrongly, so your power is limited."

Duan Yu put his hands behind his back and said, "You perform your martial arts one after another. I'll see if I can improve on it and practice it faster."

"Yes, Master!"

All the disciples were overjoyed and hurriedly bowed and shot.

They all knew that their master was very lazy and would not teach him again after teaching him once. On weekdays, the nine brothers and sisters would discuss and discuss together.

Today is a rare opportunity, and the nine people can't help but rejoice.

When Duan Yu saw this situation, he just smiled and didn't say much.

Fortunately, these disciples were hardworking enough and eager to become stronger, so they saved themselves a lot of trouble.

But practicing hard doesn't always work. Sometimes, you need to relax.

But now, after being prompted by Duan Yu, they seemed to have suddenly enlightened.

It turns out that martial arts can be learned in this way, and martial arts cultivation has a great influence on the advancement of martial arts.

After that, they will practice hard and their progress will be extremely fast.

Soon, a month has passed.

The Tianlongmen sign was hung on the Lingjiu Palace. The palace was kept in good order, and the food and drink expenses were self-sufficient.

If you still need it, you can go down the mountain to a small town twenty miles away to buy it.

Compared with before, the nine major disciples were all in high spirits, full of energy, and overflowing with energy.

They were all born in poverty and have strong survival abilities.

On this day, Duan Yu finished training his disciples and gathered them together for training.

"I'm going to visit Peach Blossom Island in the East China Sea as a teacher."

"Master, we are thousands of miles away from the East China Sea. It will probably take a long time for you to walk all the way!"

It took them nearly half a year to walk from Xiangyang to Lingjiu Palace.

It’s hard to imagine how long it would take to go to the East China Sea and back.

In addition to practicing martial arts on weekdays, he also studies, all of which are taught by Duan Yu himself.

Duan Yu said calmly: "Don't worry, I will come back as soon as I am a teacher. It can be as short as half a month or as long as three months. Jun'er, take good care of your junior brothers and sisters."

As he spoke, he jumped slightly, and a flying sword appeared out of thin air under his feet.

Under the confused gazes of all the disciples, Duan Yu stepped on the flying sword with his hands behind his back and turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.

"Fly away?"

"Master. Is he an immortal?!"

Even though the eldest disciple Duan Jun was calm enough, he became restless at this moment, mumbling to himself with his mouth open.

After the remaining disciples were stunned, they all shouted happily: "Master is an immortal! Master is an immortal!"

Everyone was talking or sighing, and suddenly they heard a cold voice floating in the air: "Everyone go back and practice!"

"Yes, Big Brother!"

Everyone chirped and saluted, and suddenly dispersed like birds and beasts.

When the master is away, many affairs of the Tianlong Sect, including the disciples' cultivation, are taken care of by senior brother Duan Jun, so his words are like the master's orders.

(End of this chapter)