Yan's foreign relatives, give Da Yan a little Xuanwu Gate shock

"The wound...disappeared?"

"No, the maple leaf was cut too quickly and too thinly, so the wound is too thin to be seen."

The short and fat coach shook his head and looked at Yuan Congqian:

"Is your sword no longer useful to you? Go to Changlefang, bring a pot of your favorite wine, and ask someone to make you a good sword."

Yuan Congqian was a little dazed when he heard this.

Good wine and good knife, can they be interchanged?

At a time when all countries are rushing towards modernization, there is still such a sense of chivalry in the traditional sword and sword fighting, which makes martial arts a little distorted.

"Then, about learning swordsmanship..."

The coach waved his hand and said, "You already know how to play Chengying. The other so-called sword moves are just a matter of analogy for you. You don't need to be taught for many days. I don't dare to say that I am teaching you. I can only say that I am sharing the experience of my predecessors with you.

As for him, it was only a few scratches on his skin from the maple leaves. He was frightened and couldn't recover for a while. He will be fine after a good night's sleep."

……

Those who studied martial arts at the Imperial Academy were left behind to practice on their own.

Many people picked up a leaf from the ground, trying to recreate the scene of Yuan Congqian using maple leaves to release the sword move Chengying, but the leaves in their hands were all limp. They couldn't even use swords to release sword moves, so it was naturally impossible to use leaves to release them.

The coach took Yuan Congqian to the back of the hill.

A pool of green water with algae floating on it rushed down from above and then flowed around the stone steps on the other side.

The short and fat coach did not ask Yuan Congqian who he was, what his name was, or where he learned Chengying. He just took out his sword, ignored the look in Yuan Congqian's eyes that the swordsmanship coach actually used the sword, and began to explain to Yuan Congqian in detail the use of split sword moves.

Sword Qi, sword shadows, and sword marks are also a type of magic.

However, these sword moves are not powered by the energy of the Originium engraving within the staff.

It also cannot mobilize the Originium particles in the air.

Just like a water spirit controlling water, Sakota's mind communicates with each other, and sword moves, fist moves, martial arts and other methods that surpass ordinary martial arts are human spells stimulated by the human body. It can be passed down between different races, but it is extremely dependent on talent and is still shrouded in secrets.

"However, there is no need to make such a clear distinction between sword moves and Originium skills."

The coach added the most important sentence, "Use the Originium Skills when it is necessary. Whether you are in the martial arts world or in battle, no one will care whether you have hidden your Originium Skills on your sword.

There is a person in the Jianghu who has the Originium skill of turning rain into swords. Does that mean his swordsmanship skills are gone? People will not say that you use the Originium skill and expel him from the ranks of swordsmen. Those who know sword skills will also have some talent for Originium skills. I can’t explain these things clearly.”

Yuan Congqian listened carefully and memorized the details that were not mentioned in the game.

Sword master Wei Yanwu can use his hands to release the Chixiao sword moves, and his apprentice Chen Huijie can also use the Chixiao sword moves.

The eldest brother of the "ordinary people" even used his fists to break the space cut out by Ya using the power of the giant beast and cutting out the Spring and Autumn Period!

The fact that it can be passed down and used by different people shows that the related moves of the Scarlet Sky Sword are definitely not Originium skills. It's not that Chen Huijie can't use Originium skills. Her Originium skills are considered useless because they rely on a sharp sword-shaped staff. It's a pity that they haven't been developed in depth.

"So, does Dayan have a set of sword moves with the highest success rate? Yes."

The short and fat coach walked to a flat stone, stepped on it with his left foot, put down his right foot, and sat on it in two steps, which showed his good lower body skills.

He sat on a stone and explained slowly:

"In the early years of the Great Yan Dynasty, there was a book called "Lüshi Chunqiu" which recorded the governance of the ministers of the early Zhenlong. It wrote a story about a minister who advised the Zhenlong, called "The Sword Judge". In ancient times, the person who judged whether a sword was good or bad was called a sword judge."

"Xiang Jian?"

"This set of sword moves can be called the Sword of the Sword of the Image, or the Sword of the Heart of the Image, or the Sword of All Symbols. In fact, there are not so many names. The beauty of it is that once you are familiar with the sword in your hand to a certain degree, you can use anything as that familiar sword as you please."

The short and fat coach picked up a leaf of grass from the ground and threw it towards the open space.

A sword mark one foot deep was immediately cut on the ground.

"Some people learn it and can practice Chixiao, which only they know. Some people learn it and can practice Chengying. Some people learn it and practice other moves, such as Tai'a, Moye, Wenxue, or name them after famous ancient swords, or use their own favorite names."

He opened his hand, and the blade of grass was still intact in his palm:

"Look, this is Chengying. Because of its concealment and wide range, the imperial guards and people in the palace will use it as a reference. However, there are very few people who can practice to the same level as you. Most of them have been practicing since childhood, and they cannot achieve success overnight."

Yuan Congqian looked at the grass leaves in his palm and was amazed.

The level of the short and fat coach was at least two levels higher than that of him who used the Originium Skill Jump Sword Technique. How much exquisite control was needed to be able to use grass leaves to release Chengying and keep the fragile grass leaves intact?

"Next, you need to forge your own weapon, your own sword."

"Isn't this my sword?" Yuan Congqian took out the sword Ling gave him.

The coach glanced at it and looked at it for a few more times: "What a good sword. The blade is as smooth as jade, and it doesn't even look like it's made of metal or stone. But it's not a sword after all. A sword is a weapon for killing people. This is left for you to cultivate your character. As the saying goes, a gentleman is like jade. This is what we expect of you."

Yuan Congqian was curious:

"Can a sword also improve one's moral character?"

"It can give you Originium skills. Could it be a sword? It's a staff that looks like a sword and is shaped like a sword."

The coach waved his hand and instructed Yuan Congqian:

"I will go to Jiju to suppress bandits in a few days. Remember to forge your own knife or sword and come to me frequently. Since you have learned Chengying, the threshold for entry has been opened. I want to see if you have any new moves combined with your Originium skills.

Your Originium skills are all black, and the shadows of the swords you use are all black, with faint starlight flickering in them. If you have a deeper attainment, you will be able to use your own sword moves like the swordsman who uses the Scarlet Sky. Why not follow our tradition of swordsmanship and name yourself the Seven Star Dragon Abyss? "

(Note: The previous article has changed the instructor's teaching of "Chixiao" to teaching "Xiangjian")

Chapter 50: Drinking Under the Moon

Outer city, blacksmith shop.

There is a strange tree in the yard of the blacksmith shop. In late autumn, the tree becomes lush and leafy, with layers of flowers blooming.

When traveling in the martial arts world, heroes do not need a mansion worth ten thousand taels or a horse worth thousands of gold. The most expensive part is naturally weapons. In ancient times, there were legends about sacrificing flesh and blood to swords, which probably only required the phosphorus salts in the blood. The rumors have been passed down and have added color to the martial arts world.

Yuan Congqian handed the blacksmith a pot of Yumen Shaodaozi.

Then, the order for a knife was placed.

In fact, Yuan Congqian also brought a pot of Xian Gu Yu Luo Chun and a pot of Gallic wine produced by the Duke of Cavendish's estate. Compared with the strong liquor Shaodaozi, the latter two are famous for their mellow flavor and sweetness like love. A pot costs five hundred taels.

As a result, the blacksmith immediately made the decision when he saw the burning knife:

"Good wine, it's settled, my dear, please don't say anything more!"

The short and fat coach and the blacksmith both felt that Yuan Congqian had entered the underworld. However, Yuan Congqian still felt that he was a member of the imperial court. He lived in the fifty-six wards of the inner city and had little to do with the underworld of the outer city that was cut off and restricted by the mobile city.

The most common martial arts world that Yuan Congqian had come into contact with was, at most, a straight wooden stick that he couldn't refuse when he was a child.

After arriving at the outer city, Qiu Fengshu followed him to a place where Yuan Congqian could not see him, so Yuan Congqian was not in a hurry to go back.

There are many temples in the capital.

In the inner city alone, there are the Jianfu Temple Pagoda and the Enci Temple Pagoda, where Empress Yuan liked to go for rest every year, with lights on all the time. There are also Buddhist and Taoist temples such as Chongfu Temple, Chongsheng Temple, and Xuandu Temple, which are scattered throughout the various markets.

The octagonal colored glaze of the temple is like the underpass of old Beijing. The front of the big temple is usually the most popular place around. Every night, the red walls are illuminated by candlelight and source stone lamps, and the monks will come out to eat hundreds of meals, eating thousands of lights one by one.

At night, silver light spreads across the ground.

Yuan Congqian looked at a Taoist temple surrounding the blacksmith shop.

The night wind blew the willow branches on the trees around the Taoist temple, making them sway like evil spirits, and the surrounding lights were dim. The silver light spread on the ground, and under the reflection of the asphalt road, the silver dots were like a jade belt of the Milky Way, stretching towards the direction of the double moons to the invisible roadside in the distance.

As if he might meet someone inside, Yuan Congqian took two jugs of wine and walked in alone.

Next to the dead tree in the Taoist temple, a figure in a white straight dress noticed Yuan Congqian walking towards the moonlight, put down the jade pot in his hand, stood up, and lifted the hair in front of his forehead to one side. The jade pot was held in the mouth of Jiaozi, wagging its tail in the air.

It is the order that is always in a white dress under the moonlight.

"What a coincidence?" She was a little surprised. "You don't seem to come to the Taoist temple."

"It's almost the fifteenth day of the Mid-Autumn Festival. The twin moons are getting rounder and rounder. It's just the right time to have some wine."

"Well, how come it happened so coincidentally?"

There was drunkenness in her eyes. She let go of Yuan Congqian and touched her chin. "I've never seen you before. But you know me, know my elder brother, know Xi and Nian. This is strange. Could it be that there is really such a saying as meeting in a dream?"

"Maybe not." Yuan Congqian shook his head.

Ling walked to Yuan Congqian with great interest and said, "The elders in your family know me, they know my eldest brother, but they don't know my other brothers and sisters. Even the younger generation in Simuitai would never tell you, this is strange!"

Without waiting for Yuan Congqian to answer, she poured wine for him and handed it to him with her big flowery arm covered with green scales.

The sky tonight seemed as clear as jade, just like her eyes.

Now, Yuan Congqian, who didn't intend to drink, had no idea where to start.

In fact, alcohol has little effect on him. The metabolic rate of Feiyi Dahu's liver is incomparable to that of people in his previous life.

But Yuan Congqian, who likes to think more, doesn't like the feeling of his brain being refreshed by alcohol, just like he doesn't like being hit by the smoke bombs of the lawless maniacs when playing games. Coming out of the smoke bomb that obscures your vision, you have to re-evaluate the situation, and that's what drinking is like.

She forced a small cup of wine into Yuan Congqian's mouth.

The best wine does not burn the throat at all, only bitterness in the mouth turns sweet, and the nose is filled with endless fragrance. After drinking this glass of wine, the continuous warmth gradually becomes boiling hot, as if to clear away all the injustices in the body.

"Forget it, why bother to worry about whether it is a dream or not? I don't hate the flowers flying away, but I hate the fallen petals in the West Garden that are hard to pick up. The rain has passed in the morning, where is the trace left? A pond of duckweed is broken. Three parts of spring, two parts of dust, and one part of flowing water. When I wake up from the dream and look again, it is already autumn."

Order to sprinkle the wine into the air and fill the glass again.

The wine liquid in the sky is sparkling, dreamy and like flying rain.

He drank a cup himself and said with a smile:

"You fought well today. Your sword is better than my sister Xi's."

"Don't dare to take it seriously."

"You don't deserve it? Your flying leaves are your sword. Throughout history, countless swordsmen have aspired to use your skill. They turned into yellow earth, and their descendants turned into sorghum in the wasteland, their roots cut off, and they never saw this day."

This made people have a very high opinion of Yuan Congqian's move.

Even though Yuan Congqian now only had Chengying point out his proficiency in seeing all things as if they were seeing the sword, his level in other areas was completely incomparable to those of the short and fat coach and Wei Yanwu who had practiced the sword to the pinnacle level.

"I have not entered the underworld." Yuan Congqian only said this.

Ling turned his eyes and looked at Yuan Congqian: "You really have nothing to do with the martial arts world, but the people around you are more dangerous than the martial arts world. The girl surnamed Qiu beside you killed two people who were following you today when you were not aware of it. Your current level is not enough."

Even if he was not here to attack Yuan Congqian but just to monitor him, he would be dealt with by Qiu Fengshu.

Yuan Congqian had no idea whether anyone was watching him.

Lingwei drank a few cups and suddenly laughed:

"Is your family still short of help? Miss Qiu taught you the sword, so I will teach you a few moves that you must know when you enter the martial arts world."

"Must I?"

"Look for familiar faces on the street, see if there are any following you, and learn some tricks like backlighting. You learned sword skills from these masters, so there are too few variations. It takes some years of accumulation to be considered sword skills. I don't know how to use a sword, but I can teach you this little trick."

Ling grabbed Yuan Congqian's clothes as if he were grabbing a chick:

"I promised my elder brother that I would take good care of you. It's my fault that you have no relatives at home and can only survive in the cracks of the capital. I have been watching your actions these days. Every time I think that I can release the few people who dreamed in my place, I feel that it is not appropriate..."

“I never thought of it that way.”

"Almost. Si Suitai actually wanted to kill my family and bury them all over Da Yan. How could I not understand what they wanted to do? In the final analysis, I came too late. If I had come earlier, you wouldn't have to sell off your property..."

Chapter 51 General Zuo has no life of his own

Yuan Congqian lived a peaceful life in the outer city.

Naturally, there were people from the Si Sui Tai who carried the burden for him.

At least, the mood of Fu Tingzhao, the Minister of State Security and General of the Left, was not so good.

In the Simuitai government office in the imperial city, bamboo curtains hang low, and light and shadows are mottled.

On the mahogany desk, the four treasures of the study are placed, and the brush is moving and the fragrance of ink is overflowing. On the wall hangs a landscape painting of Shangshu, which is profound in artistic conception. In the blue and white porcelain vase, a few plum blossoms stand proudly, adding a bit of elegance to the interior.

The entire private room is antique, elegant and solemn, which can be said to be a microcosm of Yan State culture.

An old man with gray hair was hunched over the table, carefully flipping through the documents that still had the scent of ink. His inner lining was black, his outer robe was deep red, his jade pendant was inlaid with gold and complicated, he had a purple and gold belt around his waist, and the golden seal of the Left General was wrapped in a luxurious purple ribbon.

His expression was much more gloomy than that of General Fu Qianming, who always had a kind smile on his face.

Fu Tingzhao had wide corners of his mouth, narrow eyes, and deep cheekbones that were prominent due to his old age. The light and shadow were distinct. Under the light of the bright candlesticks, his uneven facial bones made his face covered with age spots look more like a skull.

The file in front of him recorded Chongyue's whereabouts in detail.

Which checkpoints did Chongyue pass through, in which mobile city did he obtain supplies, which commander in Yumen did he contact... Chongyue's route of action in Yumen, his interpersonal interactions in Yumen, and even every word and expression of Chongyue in Yumen must be recorded.

Then, special officials from the Si Sui Tai organized and analyzed the information and reported it to Fu Tingzhao.