I am about to die of old age, and I have awakened the character of longevity.

Chapter 77: Knife Pressure Technique
After a long moment of silence, Xie An finally came to his senses and asked, "What happened next?"

Wei Dian sighed, "I also heard all these things from hearsay. When Old Master Tang showed his power, I was not even born yet. I only regret that I was not born thirty years earlier so that I could see the upright and clear emperor."

Although Xie An felt that being born thirty years earlier was an exaggeration, that was the meaning, and he also wanted to see the elegance of Old Master Tang back then.

"When I went to the county town a while ago, I heard that the Tang Family Fort was actively recruiting talents, trying to find someone to inherit Old Master Tang's unique skills. They also said that Old Master Tang's time was approaching. Does Master Wei Xiang know the inside story?"

Perhaps because he had heard about Old Master Tang's past deeds, Xie An felt a little worried. He did not want such an old man to disappear just like that.

Wei Dian shook his head. "How could I possibly know the situation of such an important figure? But I heard that it was because Old Master Tang had something to do with our two sect leaders a few years ago that he was seriously injured. This accelerated his aging process. It was also around that time that Old Master Tang allowed Tang Qingyun to enter the Tiger and Wolf Sect and take the examination to become an elder."

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder a big shot like Tang Qingyun would work for Tiger and Wolf Sect. Perhaps Tang Family Fort and Tiger and Wolf Sect had reached some kind of agreement.

However, Xie An really couldn't imagine what kind of perverted person could seriously injure a powerful being like Old Master Tang.

This small place of Qingwu County is home to many hidden talents and a gathering place of great events.

What’s more, there is Nanyang Prefecture outside...Daqian Dynasty.

Xie An couldn't help but have the idea of ​​going out to see what the outside world was like in the future.

In my previous life, I only needed a backpack and a train ticket to go on a spontaneous trip, taking photos and checking in to post on WeChat Moments.

But in today's chaotic world, if you don't have enough strength, going out will not only make you a fat sheep in the eyes of gangsters, but also make you a fat sheep in the eyes of gangsters. You won't survive for more than a few days...

cough cough cough.

At this time, Wei Dian started coughing again and his body became weaker and weaker.

"Since you want to practice the Chongshan Knife, I can give you some pointers so you don't have to take detours."

Xie An had just taken a rough look at the techniques and skills of the Chongshan Knife and knew that it was extremely difficult to practice.

His longevity trait was only effective for health-preserving exercises or other things related to longevity. It had no effect on martial arts training. Even a master like Meng Hu spent a full thirty-eight years to master the Chongshan Blade.

However, Xie An did not consider himself a martial arts genius, but with Wei Dian's experience, he could naturally achieve twice the result with half the effort. This was a rare opportunity.

but……

"Master Wei, you are not in good health. I'd better figure it out on my own."

"I know how my body is doing. You don't need to worry about me. Besides, I am a martial artist. Instead of lying in bed waiting to die, it would be more satisfying to swing a few swords. Let's go to the yard and stop wasting time." Wei Dian grabbed Xie An's arm and dragged him to the yard.

……

yard.

While Xie An was flipping through the handwritten copy of Chongshan Dao, he was also watching Wei Dian practicing the sword technique. They referred to each other and verified each other, which increased their insights and understanding.

Even though Wei Dian's body was already at the end of its strength, he was still a warrior who had reached the great perfection of the Bronze Skin Realm. He stimulated the Qi and blood in his body and pumped it around his body. He still burst out with a strong deterrent force, not at all like a dying patient.

Wei Dian sometimes advanced to strike, sometimes spun around to chop, sometimes slashing left and right. His movements were natural and powerful. He unleashed the accumulated power of twenty years of practicing the Heavy Mountain Blade.

Xie An, who was standing three meters away, felt a strong wind from a knife sweeping over him, causing his face to undulate.

What a strong knife!

Is this the power of the Chongshan Knife?

It surpasses the Fuyang Sword Technique by an unknown amount.

What's more, the Chongshan Sword technique that Wei Dian was practicing at this moment was only the most basic move, but it was already vaguely comparable to the Fuyang Sword Technique's Fu Hu.

Simply outrageous.

At this moment, Wei Dian's voice exploded in Xie An's ears.

"The core of the Heavy Mountain Blade is to train strength first, with speed as a secondary skill. Treat the sword as your third hand, channeling all your energy, blood, and strength into the blade, making it as heavy as Mount Tai. This is the sword-pressing technique."

"The core of entry is to suppress the blade. Pressing the blade is like clenching a fist; the harder you press, the greater the blade's force. Back then, I couldn't master the suppression technique, so I was eager to hone subsequent moves, which led to me going astray and causing my Qi and blood to flow backwards."

"The Sect Master has practiced horizontal training for ten years and maintained his health for twenty years. With these thirty years of training as a foundation, he has achieved the ultimate sword-controlling skill overnight. He has truly achieved the sword-controlling skill that can split Mount Hua with force."

Xie An listened attentively and gained a preliminary understanding of the Chongshan Knife.

For example, ordinary swordsmanship only regards the sword as a weapon.

But the Chongshan Knife is different. It requires the knife to be treated as one's third hand, and requires the whole body's energy and blood to be poured into the knife, just like a person making a fist.

This is the knife-pressing technique.

Just knowing this is of no use.

It is too difficult to operate.

But it’s different when Wei Dian demonstrates it himself.

I avoided taking a lot of detours.

Xie An opened his eyes wide, trying to remember every subtle movement of Wei Dian.

Only Wei Dian's voice continued to be heard.

"Once you've mastered the art of pressing the blade, you've mastered the art of using the Chongshan Blade. Only through training and drawing the blade can you unleash the true meaning of 'Chongshan'."

The so-called heavy mountains are like a barrier with each layer of mountains and rivers. The water is vast and the sky is high, and the sword is formed. If you practice the Heavy Mountain Sword to the ninth level, even a great martial artist will not be able to withstand it.

As the voice fell, Wei Dian swung his broadsword fiercely, the blade instantly reaching the ground a few inches away. But it didn't cut through, instead coming to a sudden stop. Only the wind from the sword blew away the dust on the ground.

"This is the skill of suppressing the sword. The force is concentrated in the sword body and does not leak out. If you can retract the sword, you can suppress the momentum. When you release the momentum, it will be like a crashing thunder."

After saying that, Wei Dian pressed the knife down.

It clearly only moved down a few inches, but when the blade hit the ground it caused the earth to shake, creating a crack a few feet long, causing sand and rocks to fly everywhere.

Xie An was so shocked that he made people feel numb.

This is the knife-pressing technique?!
"I've been practicing the Heavy Mountain Blade for twenty years, and I've only just reached the first level of the mountain. This is probably the power it possesses." Wei Dian looked at the dust on the ground with a satisfied look on his face. "Did you see everything clearly?"

Xie An finally came to his senses and said, "Yeah."

"You try it." Wei Dian threw the broadsword in his hand to Xie An.

Xie An took the sword from Wei Dian.

It's so light, not much different from plastic.

Xie An felt that using this knife would not be effective, so he declined, "Master Xiang, I'm more used to using my own knife."

Wei Dian snorted, "You look down on my knife, don't you? Let me see yours."

Wei Dian, who had been making swords for twenty years, was very particular about his swords. He thought his swords were first-rate and would never let Xie An, a deacon, look down on them. So, out of curiosity, he went to take Xie An's sword.

I almost dropped it as soon as I took it!

Good weight!

He had to exert a little force to grasp Xie An's 40-jin broadsword.

In order to avoid embarrassment, Wei Dian grabbed the broadsword and waved it majestically twice before putting it back into Xie An's scabbard.

"Alright, alright, you dare to wield such a heavy knife. Then use your own."

Although he said it lightly, Wei Dian was shocked in his heart.

The weight of the knife just now is conservatively estimated to be 40 kilograms.

To fully control such a heavy sword, one must be able to lift at least 800 kilograms with one arm. This strength exceeds that of a warrior who has just entered the second level of the Jingrou realm.

Can Xie An do it?
Moreover, if this guy really could lift 800 kilograms through the power of health-preserving exercises, he would be comparable to a master who has practiced health-preserving exercises for more than ten years. Combined with a 40-kilogram heavy sword, he might be able to perform the heavy mountain sword.

Thinking of this, Wei Dian stared at Xie An with a bit more passion and anticipation in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)