Tianlong: Starting with Mantuo Manor as fertilizer

Chapter 58 Boundless Sword

Open the silk package; inside is a roll of silk.

The first line of the scroll reads "Northern Darkness Divine Skill".

Xie Buruo sighed softly.

To master the Northern Darkness Divine Skill, one must first dissipate the skill and start over.

Xie has already practiced the Yi Jin Jing, and his internal strength foundation is quite solid.

If one loses their power, they will immediately become powerless.

Absorbing the internal energy of others in the future, without anyone to help, would be extremely dangerous.

A slight misstep could backfire and lead to one's death.

After weighing the pros and cons, he temporarily shelved the Northern Darkness Divine Art.

The words "Lingbo Weibu" were written at the end of the silk.

Behind it are countless footprints, densely packed, numbering in the thousands.

The footprints are marked with the words "Gui Mei" and "Wu Wang," which are directions in the I Ching.

A green line runs through each footprint from one to another.

Arrows were drawn on the line, clearly indicating an extremely complex set of footwork.

Xie was immediately invigorated upon seeing these names.

He sat cross-legged on the futon, spread the silk scroll in front of his knees, and began to study it carefully.

This Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) is incredibly profound.

He possessed a complete set of footwork techniques.

At first glance, it appears to be a complex and multifaceted mess, far more complicated than the footwork technique he had learned before.

For a moment, they were at a loss, unable to connect their footwork and advance/retreat.

On his way to Dali, Xie Buruo also read the classics of the I Ching.

However, this path is vast and profound, and last-minute cramming is ultimately of little use.

The saying goes, "When a nation is in peril, it longs for a good general."

Xie Buruo raised his head and looked at the jade statue, and couldn't help but think of Teacher Wang.

Although the other party's knowledge of the I Ching far surpasses that of his own, he cannot be considered an expert.

Then I thought of Kang Guangling.

As a disciple of the Free and Unfettered School, he possessed even greater mastery of the I Ching.

Unfortunately, the Lingbo Weibu technique is so mysterious that even Kang Guangling might not be able to decipher it.

After much thought, I realized that only one person was the most suitable to be my new teacher.

This man, in his early twenties, had no martial arts skills, yet he was a rare master of the I Ching.

Even martial arts masters who encounter the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) still need to ponder deeply and may not be able to decipher even a fraction of it.

Only he, after obtaining the secret manual, was able to comprehend the entire set of footwork through the sixty-four hexagrams with a little deduction.

Moreover, this person dislikes martial arts and would not covet his martial arts manuals.

"It's you I've chosen, Duan Yu!"

It was still early, and Duan Yu had not yet arrived at Wuliang Mountain.

Xie Bu Ruo could only ponder the secrets in the book while patiently waiting for Duan Yu to arrive.

half a month later.

Inside the training hall of the Wuliang Sword Sect in Dali.

Two disciples of the Wuliang Sword Sect are fighting.

In the flash of blue light, the difference in strength had already been made.

Zuo Zimu stroked his long beard, initially quite pleased with himself, but Duan Yu's sneer ruined his mood.

He saw that Duan Yu came with Ma Wude, a martial arts master from Pu'er, and assumed that the two were master and disciple.

"My unworthy disciple won by using a stumbling step to lure the enemy, but Brother Duan seems to disagree. So, please come down and give my disciple some pointers."

Brother Ma Wu is renowned throughout southern Yunnan; a strong general has no weak soldiers under his command. Brother Duan's methods must be superb.

Upon hearing this, Ma Wude immediately distanced himself from Duan Yu, stating that the two were not acquainted.

Duan Yu had no martial arts skills whatsoever, and his rambling, bookish talk only made Zuo Zimu even more annoyed.

If there weren't so many outsiders around today, I would have already called my disciples to gang up on him.

Zhong Ling, who was on the beam, saw all this and was delighted.

She came to Wuliang Sword today for no other reason than to show off her divine power and steal the limelight.

He pulled two green snakes out of his pocket and smiled smugly.

"It's time for me to shine!"

Just then, someone beat them to it.

A voice came from behind.

"Is this how the Wuliang Sword Sect treats its guests?"

Zuo Zimu was furious upon hearing this and looked in the direction of the sound.

The speaker was a handsome young man standing next to Ma Wude.

He carried a long pole wrapped in white cloth, with an iron sword tucked diagonally at his waist.

He glared at Ma Wude and asked, "Brother Ma Wu?"

Ma Wude quickly replied that he was not familiar with this person either.

Upon hearing that it was just another nobody with no connections, Zuo Zimu immediately laughed.

"This is how we, the Boundless Sword Sect, do things!"

"Which sect are you from? How dare you cause trouble here?"

But then Xie Bu Ruo flicked his wrist, and the white cloth on the pole unfolded, revealing the words: Xie, Head of the Boundless Northern Sect.

Zuo Zimu and Xin Shuangqing were slightly taken aback.

They entered the sect early and knew about the Northern School, but after decades of no contact, they had forgotten about it.

The other disciples of Wuliang Sword had never heard of the Northern Sect.

The four disciples were furious when they saw the flag and surrounded it.

The leader noticed Zuo Zimu's signal, drew his sword, and shouted angrily.

"Where did this charlatan come from, daring to cause trouble at the Wuliang Sword Sect?"

The man next to him, whose temper was even more fiery, saw Xin Shuangqing nod and, without waiting for Xie Buruo to reply, thrust his sword forward.

Xie Bu Ruo slightly turned his body to the side, dodging the sword aimed at his chest.

He reached out with his right hand, grabbed the disciple's wrist, and with a gentle twist, the disciple's longsword was in his hand.

Seeing their fellow disciples lose their weapons in a single move, everyone was shocked.

Someone shouted, "Let's go shoulder to shoulder!"

The remaining three attacked simultaneously from the top, middle, and bottom, their swords flashing fiercely, each a deadly move designed to kill.

Duan Yu cried out in surprise, closing his eyes in shock, unable to bear the sight of Xie's blood splattering on the spot.

Zhong Ling was overjoyed and prepared to throw the snake into the arena to demonstrate his amazing abilities.

However, Xie Buruo did not give her that opportunity.

In one move of the Boundless Sword Technique, "The Way Leaves a Trace," the longsword circled twice in front of him.

With a series of crisp clanging sounds, all three sword moves were deflected.

The three attacked again, their swords flashing.

Xie should simply use the Boundless Sword Technique to easily dismantle each of them.

Upon seeing this, Zuo Zimu and Xin Shuangqing's expressions changed drastically.

It is confirmed that the other party is undoubtedly from the Wuliang Northern Sect lineage.

The guests, including Ma Wude, Ling Xiaozi, and Master Jiaye, who were watching the ceremony from the sidelines, were also deeply moved.

They could see clearly that Xie Buruo had been carrying the long flag on his shoulder the whole time, standing still without moving an inch.

With just a sword in his hand, he easily toyed with the three people opposite him.

Ma Wude couldn't help but sigh, "This is clearly an old man toying with a child!"

As soon as he said it, Zuo Zimu glared at him fiercely.

Ma Wude couldn't beat him, so he had no choice but to obediently drink his tea and keep quiet.

Two more crisp sounds rang out on the field.

The two longswords flew out of his hands and embedded themselves directly in the beams of the hall.

The sword continued to tremble and buzz.

The last remaining disciple was Gong Guangjie, who had won the sword duel.

Seeing the critical situation, he used his signature move, the "Pounce Step".

His body swayed left and right, and his feet stumbled, all to lure the enemy.

This trick amused Xie Buruo.

He kicked Gong Guangjie so hard that he tumbled several times.

Although Zuo Zimu and Xin Shuangqing were not very skilled in martial arts, they had good judgment.

Seeing Xie's skill, the two knew that none of their disciples could rival him.

Even if he were to personally intervene, he would only bring shame upon himself.

Zuo Zimu cleared his throat and said with a forced smile, "Nephew, it's just a friendly spar, why get so worked up?"

Xin Shuangqing was much more polite: "Nephew, what brings you to Wuliang Mountain today?"

Xie Bu Ruo said, "My late master instructed me to come and participate in the Three Sects Sword Tournament."

As soon as the words were spoken, Ma Wude, Ling Xiaozi, and Master Jiaye became excited.

They were invited as guests to witness the sword fight, but they were rather bored as they observed it out of courtesy.

Seeing the internal strife within the Wuliang Sword Sect, everyone was greatly intrigued and couldn't wait for the two sides to start fighting.

Especially Ma Wude.

He had the lowest martial arts skills and no power, so he was often bullied by Zuo Zimu.

Seeing Zuo Zimu suffer a setback, he couldn't help but smile.

He then turned around and gestured for Duan Yu to sit down, telling him to watch the show.

Xin Shuangqing had already guessed that the other party was up to no good, and his face turned ashen.

Zuo Zimu, being cunning and shrewd, thought of Xie Bu Ruo's earlier mention of "former teacher" and his mind raced.

"Could your esteemed master be You Zizhao? We were friends since our youth, and our bond was deep. I never imagined he would pass away before me. I wonder why the other disciples of the Northern Sect haven't come along?"

Xie Buruo replied, "The Northern Sect has a traitor, and now I am the only one left, the unworthy leader of the Northern Sect."

Zuo and Xin exchanged a glance and immediately felt relieved.

So it turns out you're the only one here!

I thought the Northern forces had already reached the gate!

No matter how high your martial arts skills are, you can't possibly kill all the disciples of my two sects.

Want to participate in sword duels and become the master of Sword Lake Palace?

Daydreaming!

The two men raised their heads and became smug again.

Xin Shuangqing said, "Nephew, you've come all this way, so please hurry back after you finish your meal."

Zuo Zimu went even further: "The Northern Sect has long since lost contact with us and is no longer qualified to participate in the sword competition. Your senior uncle will not invite you to stay for dinner."

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The disciples of both sects knew their master's nature from the beginning.

Upon hearing their words, they drew their swords, their eyes flashing with ferocity, waiting only for the order to unleash a flurry of attacks.

Duan Yu sensed something was wrong and thought that Xie Buruo was standing up for him, so he couldn't let him be in danger alone.

He stepped into the scene, intending to use his silver tongue to defuse the impending conflict.

Zhong Ling had been watching from the beam for a long time.

Xie Buruo suddenly appeared and stole the limelight.

Now she absolutely cannot allow the same mistake to be repeated, and for Duan Yu to steal the spotlight again.

Zhong Ling did a somersault, raising her arms horizontally before landing on the ground.

He was about to speak.

A person stumbled in, fell to the ground, and had eight black characters written on his exposed chest.

"Shennong Gang Annihilates Wuliang Sword".