Tianlong: Starting with Mantuo Manor as fertilizer

Before Xie could react, Kang Guangling had already silently circled around behind him.

He was both surprised and delighted, now certain that the step he had just taken was indeed the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique).

This movement technique was truly unpredictable and exquisite, far surpassing any footwork he had seen in the Langhuan Jade Cave.

Xie Buruo thought to himself, "If I combine this with swordsmanship, wouldn't every stab be a hit?"

He asked Kang Guangling, "Senior, how did you take that step just now?"

Having obtained the Ancient Manual of Sitting in Oblivion, Kang Guangling already had a very good impression of Xie Buruo and the other two.

Hearing this, he did not refuse and was about to start teaching when he accidentally bumped into the table and chairs, making a sound.

Mu Wanqing shushed her and pointed to Wang Yuyan, who was asleep with her head resting on her shoulder.

Seeing this, the two left the room and found an open space.

Kang Guangling broke off a withered branch, flicked his wrist, and used the branch as a sword. With a few swishes, the withered branch touched the ground, raising a little dust.

A moment later, a neat Bagua diagram appeared on the ground.

He stepped onto the Guimei position.

"I'll walk over here slowly, young man, watch carefully."

As they were talking.

Kang Guangling lightly lifted his left foot, his shoulder turning with each step, and after crossing several trigram positions, he landed in the Kun position. Then, with a turn of his waist, he moved to the Wuwang position.

He was clearly leaning to the left, but in the blink of an eye he had stepped to the right rear.

Xie Buruo watched with awe and wonder.

Kang Guangling said to him, "Young brother, why don't you come and take a walk too?"

Xie Bu Ruo walked to the Gui Mei position and imitated the other party's movements, taking a step forward.

As it turns out, this footwork looks easy, but it's actually quite complicated to do.

Xie Buruo did not possess the profound skill of Kang Guangling, nor was he a direct descendant of the Xiaoyao Sect.

Either the movement is too slow, or the body movements are not graceful and natural enough, making it difficult to deceive the enemy.

Kang Guangling was easygoing and much more relaxed than Teacher Wang when teaching.

Even if Xie Buruo's movements were not perfect, he would not criticize him.

Instead, they laughed and demonstrated it again.

Although Xie Buruo's footwork was clumsy, he never tired of it and practiced repeatedly.

He knew that the more difficult the steps, the greater their power.

If one's skills are limited and one has more skills to rely on, one will have more ability to protect oneself.

He wasn't bad at all, but he didn't understand the basic principles of the I Ching, so he found it quite difficult to learn.

Fortunately, diligence can make up for lack of talent. After more than ten repetitions, my steps gradually became lighter and more agile, and I was able to move forward, backward, and turn naturally.

He was secretly pleased and planned to combine footwork with swordsmanship.

The longsword was drawn, and with each step, the form changed, and the sword moved with the body, unleashing the Immortal's Guidance.

But as soon as he moved his feet, his sword moves became disordered, and as soon as he unleashed his sword, his steps faltered.

Xie Ruoxin knew that he needed to integrate footwork into his swordplay and needed to practice more.

I was just about to practice for a little while longer.

From afar, the aroma of food wafted over.

The male servant who had just arrived was carrying a food box and walking towards the elegant residence.

When Kang Guangling saw the food, his eyes lit up. With a leap, he flew back to his study to prepare for the meal.

Xie Buruo, however, suspected Murong Bo's intentions and, unwilling to reveal this footwork in front of others, stopped practicing it.

With a sweep of his foot, he wiped the Bagua diagram on the ground clean, and then followed him into the elegant residence.

The meal on the table was simple and light.

A bowl of plain white rice porridge, two dishes of pickled vegetables, a plate of stir-fried bamboo shoots, and several other delicate tea snacks.

Kang Guangling was a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect, who preferred simple porridge and vegetarian dishes and enjoyed them.

Wang Yuyan's daily diet was already light, and she had long been accustomed to this kind of taste.

As for Mu Wanqing, her family was not poor, but they were not wealthy either, and her mother couldn't cook.

Normally, we only eat coarse bread, dried food, cold rice, and wild vegetables. We've never had such exquisite tea snacks before.

She was shoveling rice down her throat; if the veil hadn't been affecting her performance, she could have eaten even faster.

Only Xie Buruo secretly longed for the days when he could eat fish and meat at every meal at Mantuo Villa.

After everyone finished their meal, they went to Murong Bo's grave to sweep his tomb.

The male servant had already prepared a small boat, and Xie suggested that the three of them board the boat and leave.

Kang Guangling didn't have much of a relationship with Murong Bo, and he was busy composing his "One Reed Song," so he didn't go along.

He carried his zither and came to the lakeside alone. He stared blankly at the vast, misty lake, pondering his unfinished score.

The lake stretches out in a vast expanse, and the wind rustles the reeds.

Gazing at the beautiful scenery before him, he gradually gained inspiration.

He would sometimes pluck the strings lightly, and sometimes let out a few shouts.

I don't know how much time passed.

Suddenly, a fast boat appeared to be drifting downstream, tilting and swaying as if it were unmanned.

Servants were sweeping and cleaning by the lake, and they also spotted the boat.

They were frequent visitors to Taihu Lake and immediately recognized the Mantuo Villa logo on the boat, which surprised them.

Lady Wang's boats usually head straight for Swallow's Nest, rarely detouring to Qinyun Xiaozhu.

Moreover, the ship was sailing erratically, a section of its mast was broken, and its sails were down, making the situation extremely strange.

Kang Guangling possessed profound internal strength and keen senses; with a slight sniff, he detected the stench of blood carried on the wind.

He leaped forward and was already beside a servant, snatched a broom from him, and jumped into the lake.

There was a click.

He sliced ​​off a piece of the broom with his palm, threw it, and it landed on the water.

Kang Guangling leaped into the air, his toes landing precisely on the broken piece of wood.

As the wooden block sank slightly, he used the momentum to leap into the air and soar several meters away.

Then, following the same method, they walked on the wooden planks and, in a few leaps, landed on the speedboat.

When he boarded the ship, he saw more than ten corpses lying on the boat, all of them in pools of blood.

Of those who died, half died by sword, and the other half died by strange weapons.

"What a strange weapon!"

Kang Guangling crouched down beside the young, headless female corpse and saw that the cut on her neck was clean, as if it had been severed by a sharp instrument like scissors.

Heads bobbed up and down with the waves, rolling around on the deck.

Looking at the corpse of an old woman beside him, there were thirteen sword wounds all over her body, all of the same depth and with clean blade edges.

The first twelve swords all struck vital points, but did not kill him immediately. Only the last sword to the chest was the fatal wound.

Kang Guangling stared at the wound, the image of sparring with Xie Buruo flashing through his mind.

"Why does this swordsmanship look somewhat similar to yours, young man? And, this swordsmanship, no matter how you look at it, seems to have the flavor of our sect's martial arts?"

Then he shook his head: "No, no, the chisel marks are too heavy. It doesn't capture the true essence of Taoism. It's far from it, far from it!"

At this moment, the servants of Qinyun Xiaozhu arrived by small boat.

Upon boarding the speedboat, they were horrified to see it filled with bloody corpses, and their faces turned deathly pale.

Most of the servants recognized the people on the boat. One of the male servants stared at the old woman's corpse and said in a trembling voice.

"That's Madam Yan! Her dual-sword skills are so formidable, who could have committed such a heinous act?"

Another male servant screamed, cradling the severed head: "This is Xiao Cui!"

Kang Guangling examined each corpse one by one.

When they found the last female corpse, they discovered two crookedly written words in blood beneath her body.

Upon closer inspection, it appears to be the characters for "blind man".

There are so many blind people in the world, how can there be any clues based on just these two words?

But the male servant next to him suddenly remembered someone.

"Could it be Mr. Su?"

The Mr. Su he mentioned was a blind man who often came to sweep Murong Bo's grave.

Those eyes, stitched together with countless needles and threads, are unforgettable at first sight.

The male servant recounted the matter, and Kang Guangling thought to himself, "Is that the person Junior Brother Xue is looking for?"

He then flew to the broken mast.

The cut on the pole was smooth and clean, indicating that it had been severed by a sword.

Kang Guangling was even more surprised: "The swordsmanship of the man who cut down the mast is far superior to that of the murderer! Hmm, it has a touch of my school's sword techniques."

Remembering what the servant had just said, he turned around and asked, "You just mentioned that there's a blind man surnamed Su who often goes to sweep the grave of Old Master Murong?"

The male servant nodded: "Mr. Su said that his old master had once been kind to him, so he often comes to pay his respects. A few days ago he also said that he would come again soon."

"Oh no!" Kang Guangling slapped his thigh, exclaiming that things were in trouble, and asked, "Do we have to start from Qin Yun Xiao Zhu to get to the tomb of Old Master Murong?"

The servant shook his head: "No, that's not it. The waterways of Yanziwu are interconnected, and there are several other waterways that lead directly to the cemetery."

Kang Guangling's heart sank as he suddenly realized that Wang Yuyan and the others were also sweeping the tombs at that moment.

He didn't know if the murderer had any grudges against Wang Yuyan and the others.

But the thought that the benefactor who gave him the score might be running into a group of murderers made him realize that something was very wrong.

He immediately grabbed the male servant: "Where is Murong Bo's grave? Take me there quickly!"