Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 84: Small Zhoutian Sword Technique and Clone Technique

Although the Flame Blade also has the step of using internal force to ignite gunpowder and Tibetan medicine to enhance its power, it is different from magic tricks and illusions. In essence, it is still a highly condensed explosive internal force.

Therefore, to deal with such means, one can gather one's own power, like the Dingyang Needle, and then stab with a sword suddenly, which can have a certain restraining effect. Of course, there is a basic threshold.

The so-called mutual promotion and mutual restraint is not 100% effective. What use is there if a cup of water meets a room full of fire?

Pfft!

Most of the light from the flaming knife was extinguished by Zhou Botong's sword, but Zhou Botong's hair was still a little burnt, which made Yinggu, who was watching the battle on the side, a little panicked. She actually came towards the position of Qiu Chuji, Wang Chongyang and others, obviously wanting them to take action and help Zhou Botong defeat the monk.

"Hahaha! Really good swordsmanship! Come again!" Zhou Botong didn't feel the danger at all. Instead, he felt like playing around. He changed the sword holding from his right hand to his left hand, and then quickly attacked the foreign monk.

It seemed that only one hand holding the sword changed, and the sword techniques did not change, but the landing points of all sword moves and the connecting killing moves had subtle shifts. The foreign monk had already adapted to Zhou Botong's attack rhythm, so he had to adapt again.

On the other hand, Zhou Botong had already figured out the monk's methods, and was becoming more and more adept at dealing with him. If it were not for his inferior skills, the outcome would have been decided in just a dozen moves.

"Good! Master Zhou has great swordsmanship!" The martial artists who saw through his skills cheered.

Zhou Botong was delighted when he heard this, and his sword skills became more graceful.

"Be careful, something bad is going to happen!" Qiu Chuji warned in a low voice. A ray of sword energy had already condensed at his fingertips and could fly out at any time.

Sure enough, just when Zhou Botong was feeling a little elated, the foreign monk suddenly rushed forward, opened his fist and actually blocked Zhou Botong's sword with his shoulder, stuck the tip of the sword with his bones, and then slashed at Zhou Botong with a flaming knife.

If this blow was delivered, Zhou Botong would immediately be turned into two charred halves.

Whoosh!
A majestic sword energy flew out and faced the flaming sword. The two energies collided, the flame of the flaming sword went out, and a big bloody hole appeared on the palm of the foreign monk.

"You people from the Central Plains, is this how you always attack when you can't win?" The foreign monk held his bleeding hand and sneered in pain.

"I am from Dali, not from Central Plains!" Duan Zhixing stood up and answered.

It turned out that the person who came to the rescue just now was not Wang Chongyang or Qiu Chuji, but Duan Zhixing.

He used the Shaoshang Sword from the Six Meridians Divine Sword to break the foreign monk's flaming sword.

Yinggu, whose face was filled with horror, screamed at this moment, but when she saw that Zhou Botong was fine, the horror on her face gradually subsided. Although she was very embarrassed, she still nodded slightly towards Duan Zhixing to express her gratitude.

Duan Zhixing did not look at Yinggu, as if he did not dare to make eye contact with her.

"Botong! Are you okay?" Wang Chongyang walked off the field, pulled Zhou Botong over and asked.

Zhou Botong was also frightened and broke out in a cold sweat, but he never remembered anything. He smiled and said, "Brother! I'm fine. But this weird monk is really good at martial arts. He is much better than those monks in Shaolin Temple."

Although the monks of Southern Shaolin knew that Zhou Botong was talking about the monks of Northern Shaolin, they still found it somewhat offensive to hear this.

"It's not fair. This is a shitty hero conference. It's not fair at all."

"In my opinion, there are no heroes... They are all bears who only know how to stab people from behind! Damn bears!" The foreign monk covered his wound and cursed, making some martial artists who had their own moral principles look unhappy.

Of course, there were also many who directly shouted back.

After all, people in the martial arts world are not medieval knights, and the so-called "martial arts rules" are actually quite flexible in terms of standards and norms.

Wang Chongyang patted Zhou Botong on the shoulder, and then said to the monk, "You said we were unfair and didn't follow the rules, but at this Heroes' Conference, fighting and exchanging martial arts should be done in moderation. Yet you secretly killed me, intending to trade injury for death. You have ulterior motives. How can we talk to you about fairness?"

"This is your place, whatever you say is reasonable."

"But if today's incident spreads to the martial arts world, people will only say that you Quanzhen Taoists are bullying others by taking advantage of your power."

"Of course, you... can also kill me, and that would be the end of it. I'm seriously injured now, and I can't escape." The foreign monk spoke fluently, and it was obvious that he had prepared a speech in advance and was just reading it out loud.

The knife he just struck could not harm Zhou Botong.

Even if something happens, the same words can still be said with a slight change.

"Okay! We won't pursue this matter, you can go down the mountain!" Zhou Botong said angrily.

The foreign monk was unyielding: "You let me go down the mountain on the surface, but who knows if you will arrange for someone to kill me along the way?"

"Since you said so, you must have other requests."

"You may as well bring it up and we will consider it. If it is not difficult, we can agree to it." Looking at the unreasonable foreign monk, Wang Chongyang's eyes had turned completely cold, but his tone became more and more kind.

The foreign monk looked at Qiu Chuji and said, "Your hero conference is to teach people martial arts."

"I defeated your uncle in one move, and was seriously injured by you. You must compensate me with a magical skill, so that I can go down the mountain with peace of mind."

But this is what he was planning!

The martial artists around immediately became angry.

It’s okay to disrupt the Quanzhen Sect, but it’s not okay to steal their magical skills!

Upon hearing this, Qiu Chuji just smiled and said, "How difficult is that!"

“Kung Fu is like flowing water. Once you learn something, you should teach others.”

"I have a set of sword techniques that I recently learned. I think they are among the best in the world. Anyone who wants to learn them can do so. However, this set of sword techniques is a little special. If you don't learn it well, you may hurt others and yourself."

"If you are not confident in your control over your martial arts, please do not watch this."

Hearing the meaning of Qiu Chuji's words, which actually meant to treat everyone equally, all the people present in the martial arts world immediately smiled happily.

Qiu Chuji did not waste any time. He pulled out an iron sword from the waist of a Quanzhen disciple beside him and began to practice sword skills, while reciting the mantra for running the sword skills and internal energy.

The iron sword was like a silver dragon, circling around Qiu Chuji's body.

Both hands are opened at the same time, but they are just transit stations for applying force. This is a gorgeous and unique sword technique. Both hands, feet, head, shoulders, waist, hips, any part of the body can be used to hit, rub, and touch the hilt and blade to change the direction of the long sword's rotation around the body.

Because of the continuous exertion of force, the long sword moved around the body faster and faster, until finally only a shadow was left. The sharp sword energy radiated in all directions with the shadow as the center, which was truly terrifying.

If one could master this sword technique, and stand in a crowd, he would kill anyone who stood in his way. It had little "restraint", so it was naturally very difficult to practice. The long sword that was spinning around the body at high speed would be very powerful if used against an enemy, but if there was a slight mistake, the sword would be scratched, which could result in a broken arm or leg, or even self-destruction, and death would be difficult to close one's eyes.

As the long sword began to slow down slowly and finally jumped into Qiu Chuji's palm, the iron sword continued to buzz in his palm.

In the end, it actually broke into pieces on the ground. It was obvious that it had just endured too much force, and then it suddenly stopped. A large amount of force was borne by the iron sword itself, which was made of ordinary materials. It could not absorb the force and could only break into pieces.

"Wow...what a powerful sword technique!" Zhou Botong's eyes lit up and he immediately wanted to learn how to use it. However, Wang Chongyang was quick-eyed and grabbed his neck to stop him from seeking death.

The sword technique is good and it is really powerful, but its popularity is too poor.

This not only requires that every bit of internal force be used to a meticulous degree, but also requires extremely keen senses and reaction speed, and the control of every muscle and bone in the body must also reach a very high level.

It’s a fancy way of saying the whole practice.

It can be regarded as a complete show of skill. Most people who can learn this sword technique cannot actually use it, and those who can use it basically cannot learn it.

Of course, it doesn't mean it's completely useless. Perhaps in one in ten thousand chances, there is a genius who can learn this sword technique when he is still young, and then become a rare great master in the world.

In the final analysis, the swordsmanship is powerful, but it is the people who are strong.

The knowledgeable martial arts masters have memorized the sword techniques, but they have no intention of practicing them. They just regard them as a way to gain knowledge.

On the contrary, some young people who have just started out, who don't know the ins and outs of the matter, think that they have acquired magical skills and can get a glimpse of the secrets of peerless magical skills, and they are very excited.

"Your swordsmanship is too difficult!"

"You are deliberately making things difficult for me!" The foreign monk was still trying to make trouble.

Qiu Chuji's expression suddenly changed: "Why! Is it not enough?"

"Go down the mountain and tell Ouyang Feng to stop thinking of these evil ways. If he has the guts, come up the mountain and face me. If he can defeat me in one move or another, I will give him everything he wants."

When the foreign monk was about to say something, he was met with Qiu Chuji's sharp gaze.

This gaze was not just sharp, it also utilized the soul-transferring technique and the sword-wielding technique. In the foreign monk's consciousness, there was a sword swinging straight yet unstoppable towards him. No matter what means he used, he could not escape the lock of this sword.

"Ah...! I'm going to die!" The foreign monk shouted in words that no one could understand, and then ran madly down the mountain. He fell several times along the way, but he used his hands and feet to escape from the Chongyang Palace.

"Master Qiu's swordsmanship is so amazing. It really opened my eyes."

"I wonder if this sword technique has a name?" A disciple of the Hengshan School asked Qiu Chuji.

After the Iron Palm Gang split due to internal strife, the Hengshan Sect reopened its gates in Hengshan, and most of the disciples who had escaped before returned. They also intended to show their talents at this Heroes Conference to show that there is still such a martial arts sect in the world of martial arts.

"Let's call it Small Zhoutian Sword Technique!" Qiu Chuji said.

Then he continued, "I know this sword technique is dangerous, so after lunch, I will explain the detailed breakdown of this sword technique in front of the mountain gate. If the sword speed is slower, although the power will be greatly weakened, the safety can be guaranteed to a certain extent."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was excited and began to look forward to what would happen after lunch. They even felt that time was passing so slowly and was really exhausting.

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In a room behind Chongyang Hall, Huang Yaoshi helped Qiao Yuanzi to change his appearance, intending to disguise him as Qiu Chuji.

The real Qiu Chuji stood aside, serving as a template for Huang Yaoshi.

"Can he do it?"

"Otherwise, I will pretend to be you, or let Brother Wang come..." Huang Yaoshi still felt that Qiu Chuji's method was unreliable.

Qiu Chuji said, "During the attack on Chang'an, you have already pretended to be me to attract the Jin soldiers led by Ha Ci and led them for a long time. There must be spies from the Jin people among the martial artists outside. If you don't show up, it will easily arouse suspicion."

"The same goes for Master. If Master is here, it will be easier for me to block some provocations."

"I showed off my skills this morning. I don't think anyone will pester me to do anything for a while."

"Besides, Qiao Yuanzi will teach the martial arts community Xiao Zhou Tian Sword Technique in my name this afternoon. With the loophole I set up this morning, basically no one will suspect anything, and no one will offend the public and interrupt the teaching."

The Xiao Zhoutian sword technique is quite picky about the person who uses it, but this kind of sword technique that requires precise control is actually just what Qiao Yuanzi needs.

Performing magic and making the false become true is an extremely delicate job. It cannot be accomplished by just adding some secret medicine and creating some smoke. Every part of the body must have mechanisms and hidden hatches, and the combination of various drugs and smoke must be adjusted at any time according to wind direction, light, air humidity, etc.

In the words of Qiao Yuanzi, the Tao is natural and follows you like a shadow.

"Master, rest assured. I will play you well and will never let anyone notice any flaws." Qiao Yuanzi said confidently.

Qiu Chuji said: "Don't rush to acknowledge me as your master. I haven't accepted you as my disciple yet. Wait until you pass this level before we talk."

"Also, change your accent. If you can't change it, then just talk less."

Qiao Yuanzi nodded, indicating that it was okay.

After looking for a while, Qiu Chuji, carrying his long mace on his back, quietly climbed out of Chongyang Palace, and rushed down the mountain as if flying low over the ground.

The five thousand elite cavalrymen that Ouyang Feng had called in felt like a thorn in their backs, and Ouyang Feng himself was like a poisonous snake, making people uncomfortable. Qiu Chuji was not the type of person who would sit and wait for things to happen. Now that he knew about it, he would definitely go and solve the problem.

He certainly couldn't kill all of the five thousand elite cavalry, but he could disperse them and make them lose their courage.

Ouyang Feng must also be caught and killed to prevent future troubles.

The reason why he came up with this "clone technique" is to prevent someone from leaking the information.

After all, as long as Qiu Chuji disappeared on the mountain, the people down the mountain would get wind of it and would definitely make changes. Just as Ouyang Feng said, they would retreat in different directions and leave Qiu Chuji empty-handed.

Qiu Chuji's Qinggong was very fast, but not as fast as some communication whistles or a kite hawk that could truly fly freely in the sky.

At the foot of Mount Zhongnan, Tonggudu, the true commander of five thousand elite cavalry, was standing on a small hill, gazing into the distance.

He and his insider agreed to use colored smoke as a signal. If red smoke floated in the mountain, it meant Qiu Chuji had gone down the mountain. If it was yellow, it meant he was missing. If there was no smoke, it meant Qiu Chuji was in the mountain and there was no movement.

(End of this chapter)