Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 7 The Power of Dripping Water

"That old man Ouyang is going too far!"

A loud cracking sound.

The square table in the guest room was shattered into pieces by a single blow.

Gu Dongting, whose face was still pale, stared at his second disciple with a cold and menacing look in his eyes. He wanted to curse them as useless, but he didn't know where to begin.

"You mean, Lu Changfeng and his wife joined the troops outside the city and headed south. Can you tell what banner they were flying?"

"The banner bears the character 'Li,' and the leading general is armed with a red spear and black armor. He has a long face and no beard, and commands about three hundred cavalry and over a thousand armored infantry. However, several luxurious carriages are also under his protection. There are more than ten cavalrymen dressed in black robes with gold patterns..."

Tan Zhongjing still looked shaken.

Within the East Sea Sword Sect, he was the second of the seven swordsmen personally taught by the sect leader, known as the Flying Feather Sword. His sword moved like a flying feather, and his body was as swift as a drifting tumbleweed; he was most skilled at gathering intelligence. But this time, he almost lost his life just by getting close.

Before they even left the woods, just as their eyes met, the red-spearman shot them with three arrows, sending them tumbling about in panic. When they tried to parry with their swords, they nearly split their tiger's mouth open.

"It's Li Feiying. Isn't he stationed at Yuanxi Garrison in Xiangzhou? How come he's also in Jiangzhou territory?"

Gu Dongting's hand stroking his beard trembled slightly. He thought to himself, "The Heavenly Star Sect has mobilized so many troops this time. First, Ouyang Zheng appeared, and now Li Feiying has brought troops here. What are these two brothers up to?"

Heading south, that must be to escort some important person.

Considering the Northern Zhou Demonic Sect's southward advance and the appearance of experts from the Yellow Springs Path and the Blood Lotus Sect, Gu Dongting roughly guessed that he might be involved in some major event.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the discomfort in his internal organs, and said in a deep voice, "We don't need to worry about Lu Changfeng and his wife. With Li Feiying escorting them, even if I went myself, I wouldn't gain much benefit. Especially since you mentioned those dozen or so black-robed knights with gold patterns, I'm guessing they're from the Imperial Guards..."

"call out!"

Tan Zhongjing shrank back slightly.

I gasped.

Let alone whether we could win or not, even if we could, we wouldn't dare to make a move.

Anyone who dares to touch the Imperial Guards must either be confident in wiping them out completely without letting anyone know, or they themselves must have been reincarnated long ago.

Once people find out that they have done such a great thing, no matter how wealthy and powerful the East Sea Sword Sect is, and how much they can control in East Sea County, their destruction is only a matter of time.

The Great Li Dynasty is not so weak that martial arts sects can ride roughshod over it.

His eyes darted around, and he said, "Master, do not worry. A disciple from the Mad Blade Martial Arts School in the city sent word that although Lu Changfeng and his wife have disbanded their household guards and left Jiangzhou, their only son, Lu Wubing, has stayed with Ouyang Zheng. Accompanying him are only Wu Yunchong, the third disciple of the Tianxing Wangtian Cliff lineage, and Ouyang Lan, the daughter of the Ouyang family. We don't know..."

"Keep an eye on their movements. Have your cousin lead the bandits to keep a close watch on all the key roads outside the city... I don't believe that old man Ouyang can always watch over his disciples. There will always be times when they are left out."

Gu Dongting was very confident about this.

The three peaks are closely connected, and the fact that all the experts from each peak have rushed to the Huling Pass area of ​​Jiangzhou is definitely not for sightseeing. In connection with the news of the Demonic Sect's large-scale southward advance, he vaguely guessed something.

……

"When traveling, keep things simple and don't be too formal."

Ouyang Zheng picked up his teacup, took a sip, and smiled, "Your parents are going to Xiangzhou, but they have the protection of my Tianxing Sect, so there's nothing to worry about. As for you, you should avoid practicing your family's Six Yang Divine Needles if you don't have to."

After touching Lu Wubing's body, Ouyang Zheng's vast and powerful true energy instantly circulated through his newly accepted disciple's limbs and bones, thoroughly understanding his physical condition.

Well, his muscles and bones can only be described as healthy, not particularly strong.

As for internal energy, let's not even talk about that.

The Lu family's Six Yang Divine Needles sound intimidating, but it is a medical technique that specifically trains the six Yang meridians. The internal energy cultivated through this technique is gentle and warm, nourishing life and benefiting the spirit.

To put it bluntly, this internal energy is only suitable for acupuncture, treating illnesses, nourishing the body, and supporting vitality. It's utterly useless in a fight. It has neither explosive power nor a solid foundation; its main strength lies in its "softness."

It's unclear what the once-renowned "Southern Heaven Sword" meant by having his descendants practice such a technique. Did he really want them to stay away from the martial world and become good doctors who heal the sick and save lives?

too naive.

"Yes, it is entirely up to Master to decide."

In his previous life, Lu Wubing moved between various companies and experienced all sorts of things such as "accompanying clients for drinks," "staying up all night," "job hopping," "backstabbing," "layoffs," and "part-time jobs," which forged his heart into an unyielding steel.

I also deeply understand a principle.

Whatever the leader says, goes; never contradict them to their face.

Although he felt that the family's "Six Yang Divine Needles" technique was not something he couldn't practice, and that if he had the energy, he could dabble in it a little, at least so that he would have a high kick and short legs in the future, and he could recover faster after an injury.

Just like his father, Lu Changfeng, who was struck by the "Killing Sword" with overwhelming force, almost shattering his heart and lungs. After a few acupuncture needles, he recovered almost completely overnight and was able to walk again.

If it were anyone else, suffering such a severe injury, they would not even be able to recover in less than several months to half a year.

With this in mind, Lu Wubing naturally didn't say anything more.

He had already noticed the deep-seated disdain that Ouyang Zheng was hiding.

Yes, no one would willingly accept being taken as a disciple by the words of a junior.

In particular, in Ouyang Zheng's eyes, this disciple's aptitude and comprehension were probably quite poor.

"To join the Tianxing Sect, one must first pay homage to the patriarch in the Ancestral Hall before receiving instruction in sword techniques and mental cultivation methods. However, I am currently out on business and will not be able to return for the time being, so for now, I will teach you the Tianxing Sect's introductory internal skill, Dripping Water Strength."

After making a casual remark, Ouyang Zheng cupped his hands in a respectful gesture toward the south and then solemnly said, "This technique is the most balanced and peaceful, especially suitable for beginners, and there is absolutely no risk of going astray or becoming possessed by evil spirits."

Don't underestimate the power of dripping water. Although it's only an entry-level internal skill of the Heavenly Star School, its offensive power is comparable to the top-tier internal skills of all schools and sects in the world. Even the Surging Waves Force of the East Sea Sword Sect, in terms of attack alone, is far inferior... Dripping water wears away stone, using the principle of softness overcoming hardness. When it explodes, it can easily destroy metal and sever iron.

"This extraordinary skill is only the beginning."

Lu Wubing's eyes lit up.

If the beginner techniques are so amazing, what about the advanced techniques, the high-level techniques, and the sect's ultimate techniques?
Ouyang Lan, who had been standing quietly to the side with a smile on her face, suddenly interjected: "Junior Brother, although the Dripping Water Force is powerful and can wear away stone, it can also wear away stone through cultivation."

"Uh……"

Lu Wubing understood.

This technique sounds like it has all the advantages, but it has one major drawback: it's too slow to master.

It takes years and time to slowly hone one's inner strength.

This?
Ouyang Lan added insult to injury: "Our Tianxing Sect's rule is to use the Dripping Water Force to test one's foundation and temper one's will. Only after one has mastered the three meridians can one switch to cultivating the Heavenly River Orthodox Method, and one must also pass a major test."

Perhaps thinking of the difficulty of the big exam on the mountain, just mentioning this word made Ouyang Lan shrink her neck slightly, and her little face scrunched up like a bitter gourd.

"Will you teach me or should I?"

Ouyang Zheng glanced sideways at his mischievous daughter and said irritably.

“You teach me, Dad. I’ll only bring my ears, not my mouth.”

Ouyang Lan stuck out her little tongue, and indeed pursed her lips tightly, not saying a word.

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(End of this chapter)