Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 61 Zhenyue
It was half past Yin Dynasty, and the waning moon hung in the distance on the single-eaves Xieshan Pavilion outside the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

The fog blocked the clear light, so a solitary lamp and a kang table were placed beside the hands of Zhao Rong who had woken up early. The green lantern and yellow scroll looked like a scholar rather than a young martial arts hero.

There are so many things on my mind that my clear dreams are disturbed.

There is a saying that cultivating the mind is to store the Qi within. Practicing swordsmanship and mastering swordsmanship are the clearing of lessons, and the training of muscles and muscles is considered to be a grinding exercise.

If people in the martial arts world want to achieve great success in external skills, they need to practice painfully for a very long time.

Anyone who has extraordinary enlightenment will focus on the inner strength of the heart method and slightly supplement the external strength.

However, the vast majority have mediocre qualifications.

Those who are obsessed with martial arts and lack natural talent have no choice but to take this path. It is difficult to find the sense of energy and practice internal strength. It is really difficult to reach the sky.

Having seen so many dilemmas faced by warriors in the martial arts world, Zhao Rong was thankful that he was quite talented and had a magical pendant.

The mischievous wind bent Huo Guang's waist, forcing him to turn the light like a bean, and thoughtfully flipped the sect's core internal skill "Yue Zhen Jue" in his hand.

I have very little food and I feel very tired.

He understands this truth, and the purpose of studying this mental method is to absorb its essence.

Suddenly, Zhao Rong's ears twitched slightly and he couldn't help but look outside the attic.

The wind and fog are so beautiful this morning. Under the moon, the old man comes with a sword.

With the light all around, Mr. Mo Da jumped up to the pavilion with ease. Zhao Rong was envious of his graceful movement. He was still in the stage of practicing plum blossom pile, so he was far from there.

"The rooster hasn't crowed yet, why did master come so early today?"

"Whatever the disciple is thinking is what the teacher is thinking about."

Mr. Mo Da replied, and the old man and the young man looked in the direction of An Ren at the same time. Feng Qiaoyun and the others had not heard any news yet.

"How about the Zhen Yue Jue?" Mo Da asked when he saw him closing the secret book.

Zhao Rong pondered for a few seconds:

"Well, the Zhenyue Jue is peaceful and calm, and it can help you understand your state of mind.

The so-called leisure time is good, and the worldly affairs do not bother you. Sit facing the window wood and look at the shadow on three sides.

No wonder Junior Sister Feng's internal skill cultivation is higher than that of other inner disciples, because her temperament is consistent with this skill. "

Mo Da noticed that his eyebrows relaxed, as if he had some understanding when he said this.

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"There is no need to work in the world, no disturbance from trivial matters, and you are at ease and at ease. With this state of mind, it is in line with the essence of Zhenyue Jue.

The master's skill must be far stronger than that of the two uncles. This can be seen from the internal skills and mental methods. "

These words were definitely flattering, but they came out smoothly by explaining the essence of internal skills, making Mr. Mo Da want to laugh again and say "you, you, you", and the faint sadness on his face disappeared.

"If desire is weak, the mind will be calm, and if the mind is calm, the mind will be clear."

Mr. Mo Da nodded and continued: "In order to seek the state of mind, many Hengshan disciples search for it in the mountains and flowing water, the wind, clouds, moon dew, and spring white snow, so as to cultivate their sentiments and eliminate the desire to sink their hearts."

Zhao Rong was stunned.

It turns out that the origin of art is here.

A melodious and melodious tune sounded. Mo Da played a minor tune on the huqin and said with a hint of sadness: "However, many disciples are so immersed in it that they forget that going too far is not enough."

Zhao Rong nodded slightly and suddenly asked: "Master, are you interested in your disciple's internal strength?"

Mo Da's beard curled up and he glared at him slightly.

"You little brat, the dirt is almost covering my neck, and you still covet your skills? If I had the best martial arts in the world, I would definitely give it to you to practice."

Zhao Rong was a little aggrieved after being taught a lesson.

"The master has spent all his money to teach me, and every day he takes his disciple to hear the chicken and dance. The disciple just wants to show some filial piety."

The old man tilted his head, a look of relief appeared on his face.

He also reminded: "Don't tell others about your internal skills. If someone asks you about it, just say that your master taught you. I always feel that it is a bit like Shaolin internal skills. If you meet someone from Shaolin in the future, just say something nice."

"For example, 'The world's martial arts comes from Shaolin', 'My martial arts are humble and far inferior to Shaolin's unique skills' and so on."

"The great monks are also proud of themselves. When they are happy, they will immediately tell you that you are related to Buddhism. In addition, since you are a disciple of a famous and upright sect, it will be difficult to get to the bottom of it."

"And that ice power, I guess it's a secret book that my master found for you."

Mo Da raised his eyebrows and even patched up his speech skills for Zhao Rong.

"Master~!"

Zhao Rong was so moved that he bowed to the old man. Mr. Mo Da raised his head proudly and stroked his beard with a smile.

"You don't have to learn Zhenyue Jue, but you can't understand it. Otherwise, in the future, your disciples will ask you for advice, and the leader will hesitate and be unclear. How shameful?"

"I understand, Master."

"Come on, practice sword practice!"

"okay!"

The sword skills taught today are still seventy-two peaks.

Zhao Rong seemed to have gradually adapted to the rhythm of the sword movements of the seventy-two peaks and became more and more comfortable with the practice.

Mr. Mo Da was pleasantly surprised.

Then he taught him how to use the sword to generate strength, and Zhao Rong became more and more proficient with it.

The only difference was that he exerted great force, but the old man was thinking of the Five Divine Swords and did not stop him.

Mr. Mo Da, who has a free and romantic artistic atmosphere, will not stick to dogma. Instead, he believes that Zhao Rong's spirituality is valuable and does not want to interfere.

The Five Gods Peak wants to emerge from the seventy-two peaks, and perhaps it needs this trace of spirituality to break through the mist.

The master taught students according to their aptitude, and Zhao Rong learned swordsmanship smoothly.

During lunch, the disciples had not returned yet, so Mo Da picked up a random excuse and went out with the fiddle.

On the surface, he was strict with his disciples, but in fact, he was caring and protective of his shortcomings.

Zhao Rong stayed behind in the sect, practicing while formulating development plans.

Until noon time,

Suddenly I heard a commotion inside the door.

"Big Brother!"

Quan Ziju ran to Cangjian Pavilion with an angry look on his face, "That Lai Zhirui is indeed a traitor. Senior Brother Cheng was attacked by him and several men in black were chasing him. Fortunately, we met him at the ferry crossing west of Anren, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous!"

"Where is Junior Brother Cheng now?" Zhao Rong asked urgently, and went out with Quan Ziju, "Are the other Junior Brothers injured?"

"At Qinxuan next to the Tingfeng Tower, Junior Brother An, who is good at pharmacology, is giving him medicine. Although the two stab wounds on his back are not fatal, he has suffered a lot, and the bones are visible deep in the wounds."

"The others were not injured. Senior Sister Feng also killed an expert in black."

"It turns out to be Wan Leibai, an old man from Chengping who was a big thief in Anren. Lai Zhirui is collaborating with this man. It is really a disgrace to the family tradition!"

As soon as Zhao Rong stepped into Qinxuan, he saw several balls of blood scattered on the ground.

Cheng Mingyi was lying on the long brown table with his back exposed, and two hideous wounds were crawling like centipedes.

He was a tough guy, and An Zhien poured strong alcohol over him until he was shaking and didn't say a word.

Several fellow students around him were anxious and kept calling out "Senior Brother Cheng".

"Fortunately, there is no poison on the knife." An Zhien carefully applied the plaster and told him not to drink alcohol. "I come here every day to change the dressing for senior brother. I won't be careless for more than a month after the knife wound on my back!"

"Thank you, junior brother~"

Cheng Mingyi was about to give up his hand, but An Zhien quickly supported him.

"Big Brother," An Zhien wiped the sweat off his forehead and quickly said to Zhao Rong, "Brother Cheng's back injury is not difficult to treat, but I can't do anything about the injury on his right hand." Feng Qiaoyun, who knew the most secrets, took a step forward and whispered, "It looks like the Great Yin-Yang Hand."

He raised his voice a little more and asked, "Is the master inside the door?"

Zhao Rong frowned and shook his head. The situation was very different from what he expected.

"When he saw that you hadn't returned by noon, he immediately took up his sword and went out to look for you."

Feng Qiaoyun, Quan Ziju, Xi Mushu and others had admiration in their eyes and felt warm in their hearts.

Cheng Mingyi sighed with regret on his face, as if blaming himself for causing trouble for his master.

Zhao Rong came to him and apologized first.

Cheng Mingyi shook his head repeatedly, thinking that he was careless. He was about to talk about Lai Zhirui again, but Zhao Rong interrupted him.

"Brother, my arm's tendons and veins are swollen and painful right now, as if they were burned by fire, or as if a stream of hot soup is rolling around in my veins."

"Exactly!"

Cheng Mingyi raised his right hand and clenched his teeth. "I used the internal force of Zhenyue Jue to resist and block the burning energy in the Chize acupoint, preventing it from flowing into Yunmen Zhongfu along the hand Taiyin lung meridian."

Zhao Rong nodded secretly.

This is the most correct way to deal with it. Otherwise, the end would be the same as his in the beginning, with burning in the lungs and as if his internal organs were burning.

"Come, Junior Brother, stretch out your hand so I can take a look."

The disciples on both sides spontaneously made way. Quan Ziju seemed to want to say something but stopped himself. Feng Qiaoyun on the side remained calm, while Cheng Mingyi stretched out his right hand without hesitation.

The seven or eight outer sect disciples around him, including An Zhien, did not understand what Zhao Rong was going to do.

He stretched out his slender white right hand, and placed his sword-like finger on the Kongzui acupoint on Cheng Mingyi's right arm.

Sure enough, I felt a very familiar force, and then going up to the Chize point in the crook of my arm, I found the place where the force collided fiercely.

At the slightest touch, Cheng Mingyi's right hand trembled in pain.

As a doctor, An Zhien wanted to stop him, but suddenly heard a calm and steady voice: "Bring some water."

"Big Brother, is tea okay?"

"can."

An outer sect disciple who was in his thirties brought a white porcelain cup. Zhao Rong took the cup and poured water into his palm.

Suddenly, gusts of dark cold air rose from his palms.

This is! !
Everyone stared with eyes wide open. Zhao Rong let go of the teacup and pinched Cheng Mingyi's Chize acupoint three feet above his left hand to seal the hand Taiyin lung meridian. He squeezed with a little force and Cheng Mingyi's right hand became paralyzed immediately, and the pain was greatly reduced.

Immediately, his right hand was wrapped with icy true energy, which flowed along the Chize, Kongzui, Lieque points all the way to the Shaoshang point.

A stream of blood spurted out from the protruding cyst on the thumb!

Taking a look at the stained blood, Zhao Rong felt slightly surprised.

Junior Brother Cheng was attacked first by surprise, and then he faced off against him. At this time, the power of the Big Yin-Yang Hand was perfectly blocked by the internal force of the Zhenyue Jue at the Chize acupoint, and the power was weak, far less than the palm power that had penetrated into his body at the beginning.

It must be that this disciple's Great Yin-Yang Hand skills are too shallow.

"Thank you, senior brother!"

Although Cheng Mingyi felt pain in his back when he moved his arms, he still showed surprise, "The burning power has gone by 80%, it won't take long to recover."

He wanted to stand up to express his gratitude, but Zhao Rong held him down with a smile.

"Brother, why should we be so formal? The wound on your back is still serious."

The disciples around were all filled with amazement.

An Zhien wanted to learn more: "What kind of martial arts did Senior Brother use just now? It's really powerful!"

"Oh, it's just a skill to cultivate frost strength, which can just dissolve the palm force that Junior Brother suffered."

Zhao Rong naturally passed the buck, "Master said this Kung Fu is difficult to practice, and I haven't mastered it yet, so I didn't dare to use the power directly for fear of hurting Junior Brother Cheng. I can only use water as a medium. Otherwise, it wouldn't be difficult to remove the power in his body."

"Fortunately, this person's palm power is weak, and Junior Brother handled it properly. If it had penetrated into the lungs along the meridians, it would have been much more troublesome."

Zhao Rong wiped his hands with the towel handed to him by Feng Qiaoyun while speaking in a light-hearted manner.

The disciples couldn't help but secretly glance at the eldest brother.

It sounds easy, but who among those present can do this skill alone?

Is this genius?

The master has a really sharp vision.

Cheng Mingyi was taken away to recuperate, and most of the disciples left after telling Anren what they saw and felt.

"Brother just said that the man's palm power was weak," Feng Qiaoyun frowned, "this is strange."

"What's weird?"

"I exchanged a few moves with him. The force coming from the sword was quite slow and there was a sense of being held back."

"Senior sister," Quan Ziju interrupted, "that man spoke clearly, and his age is estimated to be less than 30 years old. His sword skills are already quite good, so how could he have so much time to perfect his palm skills?"

"How can everyone be as talented as our senior brother?"

"You make sense," Feng Qiaoyun nodded, then asked, "What about Uncle Lu?"

Zhao Rong said to Quan Ziju: "Junior Brother Quan, go again and tell them that Lai Zhirui has defected. Say that all the disciples saw it and Junior Brother Cheng was also injured by him. Stay calm and don't get angry."

"I understand. I'll go right away." Quan Ziju immediately walked out of Qinxuan.

"Brother, how do you plan to deal with Lai Zhirui?" Feng Qiaoyun walked with him towards Cangjian Pavilion.

"Kill him," Zhao Rong said in a straightforward voice, "if I see him again."

Feng Qiaoyun couldn't help but look at him.

This time, he felt something from Zhao Rong that Mr. Mo Da did not possess.

"Where do you think he will escape to?"

"Songshan?"

"No," Zhao Rong's eyes were cold. "Given the character of Alliance Leader Zuo, how could someone like Lai Zhirui, who is so familiar with the land of Hengzhou Prefecture, be buried in Songshan. Good steel should be used on the blade, and Lai Zhirui should not go far."

"There are too many things to do at the end of the year, so I'll have to trouble you, Junior Sister."

"At your service!"

Feng Qiaoyun then hinted, "Brother, Junior Brother Lu, Senior Brother Xi is not such a bad person."

"Although I'm young, I'm not a petty person," Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head, "but my master has been in business for decades, and there are only a few people in our sect leader's lineage."

"Junior Brother Xi and Junior Brother Lu will have to work harder."

I understand, but I still hold a grudge.

Seeing the young man's high spirits, Feng Qiaoyun thought, "Master has hit the jackpot in his old age."

"But Uncle Liu next door said that the master uncle stole his apprentice."

Tsk tsk, Master, this is
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