Yangyue

Chapter 82

In the early morning of the second day, Henry Zhang slowly opened his eyes, Xi Wei projected down from the gaps in the wood of the tree house, forming streaks of light spots on the ground, the birdsong in his ears was very crisp, and his nose was full of the fragrance of plants and trees.

Henry Zhang rubbed his sleepy eyes, he didn't have a wisp on his body, but was covered with two clothes.He sat up from the slump, the clothes slipped off his shoulders, revealing the traces of last night on his shoulders and back.

Fang Wuzhu's figure was not seen in the tree house, Henry Zhang only felt his body was heavy, and there was still a slight tingling pain in the hidden place, his limbs were so weak that he had practiced martial arts for a day and a night.He lowered his head and coughed twice, his throat was dry and sore, and he couldn't make a sound properly after all.

Henry Zhang put on his clothes and stood up. When he was dressing, he happened to see a few fingerprints on both his wrists. He frowned angrily and embarrassingly. His skin is white, and it is easy to leave these marks. I don’t know When will it disappear.

He walked to the door of the tree house, looked out, and saw the sparse and dense green trees in the mountains, the fallen leaves from last night were flying all over the ground, and the forest was so quiet that it seemed to be isolated from the world.

Looking over from the tree house, Henry Zhang saw Fang Wuzhu by the lake. For some reason, Fang Wuzhu didn't wear a shirt, but tied his coat loosely around his waist, revealing his upper body.As if he had noticed something, he also turned around, saw Henry Zhang from a distance, and smiled at him.

The scene of last night came to my mind, even if Henry Zhang wanted to calm down, her cheeks could not stop being slightly hot.He turned around and walked into the tree house. Not long after, Fang Wuzhu came up, holding some freshly picked fresh peaches in his hand: "Are you hungry?"

Henry Zhang took the peach and took a bite, the fresh and tender peach juice soothed his dry and hoarse throat.

Fang Wuzhu: "Is there any serious health problem?"

Henry Zhang: "Nothing."

Listening to his hoarse voice, Fang Wuzhu smiled slightly, his eyes sparkled with some meaningful light.

Being watched by Fang Wuzhu like this, the undiminished enthusiasm from last night slowly surfaced again, Xiao Yangyue's face quietly surfaced a little crimson, she waved away those charming memories in her mind, and asked: "Why don't you put on your clothes?" Good? It's cold in the morning."

Fang Wuzhu narrowed his eyes slightly: "I want to wear it too, but you scratched my back and it hurts a bit."

Fang Wuzhu pointed to his back, and Henry Zhang saw that Fang Wuzhu's back, shoulders and neck were covered with the scratches he left last night, Henry Zhang was stunned, looked away, and whispered annoyed : "It's not all my fault... such a small injury, it will be healed soon."

"But I don't expect it to get better so soon."

"...Stop doing this." Henry Zhang pouted slightly, "Go back to the Taoist temple, Master must be waiting impatiently."

Henry Zhang lightly landed on the ground, but he never thought that his legs hadn't fully recovered from the weakness, and he almost couldn't stand still. It was Fang Wuzhu behind him who stretched out his hand and grabbed his arm, so that he could barely stabilize his body.

Henry Zhang was extremely annoyed, but Fang Wuzhu stretched out his arms and hugged him tightly from behind, his arms inadvertently messed up the loose clothes on his body, revealing the same mottled neck.

Fang Wuzhu: "Daozhang Zhang is really worried that we will definitely send someone to look for it. No one came to look for it last night. You are still tired. You might as well go back later."

Henry Zhang pursed his lips, and finally had no choice but to give up.

The two ate some wild fruits picked from the forest, lying in the tree house and chatting casually, Fang Wuzhu said a few words, Henry Zhang lazily responded a few words, and spent a leisurely morning .

The sword that Xiao Yangyue brought was placed in the corner of the tree house. Seeing the sword, Xiao Yangyue remembered that she had not been able to find a breakthrough in the past few days of practicing swords, and she had not fully comprehended the words of her master. lost.

Noticing Henry Zhang's expression, Fang Wuzhu understood what he was thinking in his heart. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly picked Henry Zhang from the couch, left the tree house, and came to the lake.

Henry Zhang looked at him in surprise: "What's wrong?"

Fang Wuzhu put Henry Zhangyue on the grass by the lake: "I have never thought of the method Zhang Daochang said to guide the internal force with the sword style before. Listening to Zhang Daochang's words, I am somewhat inspired. See you in the past few days Practicing swords, I also probably know your habit of mobilizing internal energy, it will take a long time to change these habits, but you can also find some shortcuts."

Henry Zhang's eyes were a little more serious: "What is a shortcut?"

Fang Wuzhu's eyes turned to the lake: "Look at that."

There were a few petals of green ginger fruit flowers floating on the lake. When Henry Zhang saw it, his face turned red again, and when he raised his head, he wanted to stare at Fang Wuzhu. Look at that stream."

Xiao Yangyue suppressed the evoked memories in her heart, and looked up at the water flow where Fang Wuzhu pointed.The stream is wrapped around the petals, and wherever the water flows, the petals can only drift away.

Fang Wuzhu: "The internal force of a martial artist is similar to the water flow. If you compare the water flow to your internal force and the flowers to your martial arts moves, then the water flowing down the flowers is the swordsmanship you are used to every day. A cultivation method that relies on internal strength."

Fang Wuzhu squatted down, dipped his hands into the water, slid forward a few inches, and disturbed the surrounding water flow. The petals that flowed here spun around a few times, and he caught them in the palm of his hand, and then said: "But now , the water flow follows my hand. If my hand is regarded as swordsmanship, then it is the internal force that Zhang Daochang said relies on swordsmanship. The answer to which is weak and which is strong is obvious."

He looked up at Henry Zhang: "You are stagnant at the fifth step of the seven-step Qinglian swordsmanship, and this is the crux of the matter."

Looking at the broken red petals in Fang Wuzhu's hands, Xiao Yangyue's heart was shocked for a moment, and the confusion of practicing swordsmanship in her heart these few days seemed to suddenly turn the clouds and see the sun.

Fang Wuzhu, as one of the two people who can disdain the world's martial arts, must have a keenness in internal strength cultivation and martial arts moves that ordinary martial artists cannot detect. Things that are difficult to comprehend, and this is why the master didn't avoid Fang Wuzhu when he was asked to go to Jinwupo to teach swordsmanship for the first time that day.

Henry Zhang closed her eyes and thought for a moment, and slowly had some thoughts in her heart, although they were not clear, but they had direction.He stood up, took his own iron sword, and came to an open space with sparse trees by the lake, recalling the words of Master and Fang Wuzhu in his mind, slowly feeling the sword style engraved in his body.

Fang Wuzhu looked at Xiao Yangyue intently, Xiao Yangyue gradually entered into the selflessness of sword style practice, he found it when he saw Xiao Yangyue practicing sword for the first time, the sword in Zhang Yangyue's hand seemed to be a living thing , follow the sword-bearer's breath and stretch.Henry Zhangyue hasn't tied her hair yet, the light of the knife flickers between the light-colored clothes and hair, and the surrounding is densely green, as if it is a scene only in a fairyland.

A quarter of an hour later, a gust of wind came from Henry Zhang's Yuejian, and the seven-step Qinglian swordsmanship had already started. The iron sword in his hand trembled slightly, and kept making subtle sounds, but it was still enough to release the moves. In normal times, the iron sword had already shattered because it couldn't bear the sword energy.

In a breath, the Qinglian swordsmanship followed the trend, and the wind in the surrounding forest blew up, the sword energy split the tree trunk, and a fallen leaf in the shape of a green lotus was swept out on the ground, and just when the swordsmanship was about to take shape, Xiao Yangyue held it in his hand. With a crisp sound of the sword, several cracks suddenly opened, and finally shattered.

Even so, compared to the previous days, the Qinglian swordsmanship was enough to take shape on the iron sword.

Xiao Yangyue let out a breath slowly, the feeling brought to him by this move just now is different from the past, the internal force in the body rises along with the move, like flowing clouds and flowing water, it is extremely fun, even if it is not completely successful, he also believes that he has already I realized the true meaning of Master's words.

He couldn't help but look back at Fang Wuzhu, with bright joy and joy on his brows.

Henry Zhang seldom smiled on weekdays, but when he showed some pure joy, it seemed that he finally fell from the cold and lonely cloud and returned to the fireworks.

Fang Wuzhu wished that he could look at him with every frown and smile like this, for one year, ten years, and his whole life.

Henry Zhang walked in front of him, reached out and hugged him, they didn't need to say more, they knew each other's mood well.

At noon, the two returned to the Taoist temple. Daoist Zhang was coming out of the main hall at that time. After watching the two of them for a while, Henry Zhang felt a little ashamed and turned his head involuntarily, leaving Fang Wuzhu to face the master.Fortunately, the master didn't ask too many questions. He just asked if the two of them had lunch, and then let them go back to their room.

In the next few days, Xiao Yangyue gradually figured out the cultivation method of the seven-step Qinglian swordsmanship, and the sword was changed from an iron sword to a copper sword, and finally to a wooden sword, and in the morning ten days later, for the first time, Using the wooden sword, he used the complete seven-step Qinglian swordsmanship.

The sword energy dissipated slowly, Henry Zhang's hand holding the wooden sword was slightly numb, and he felt very clearly that the pulse in his body had undergone a completely different change from before, even more so than before.Henry Zhang looked up at his master who was quietly watching him aside, the master's old eyes were full of relief, and finally nodded to him.

Henry Zhang was moved in his heart: "Master."

Zhang Daochang stroked the long beard under his lips, and said: "You are only one step away from the Dacheng realm."

Xiao Yangyue: "I still hope Master will give me advice."

Zhang Daochang turned around, his eyes fell on Fang Wuzhu who had been accompanying Henry Zhangyue to Jinwupo for the past few days to practice swords, there was a little more pondering and thinking between his brows, and finally, he said to the two: "You come with me. "

The two returned to Wuming Taoist Temple with their master, and went straight to the attic where the Taoist scriptures were stored. Henry Zhang was very familiar with this place. When he lived here in the past, he occasionally made rash mistakes. At that time, the master would ask him to copy scriptures in the attic.

Zhang Daochang lit a candle: "Since ancient times, those who have mastered martial arts in the Jianghu have reduced simplicity to complexity, and achieved success through inaction. Thirty years ago, it was rumored that there was a lone swordsmith with high martial arts skills in the Jianghu. His name was Jiang Yi. Traveling in the rivers and lakes for dozens of years, he has forged dozens of weapons that are rare in the world of martial arts. He has gathered all his efforts in forging weapons over the years into a secret book, which is called..."

Fang Wuzhu answered, "What Zhang Daochang said was "Record of Weapons of Inaction?"

Zhang Daochang took a deep look at Fang Wuzhu, nodded: "Yes, it is "Weapon Wuwei Record"."

""The Record of Inaction in Weapons" has been lost for decades. There are rumors in the world that whoever can get this book will be able to create the world's number one domineering weapon." Fang Wuzhu paused slightly, a guess gradually formed in his mind, and his eyes The color gradually darkened, "Could it be that what Daoist Zhang meant..."

The shadow of the lamp danced on Zhang Daochang's face, and the old man said in a deep voice: "Among the dozens of weapons made by Jiang Xiake, there is the Chixia Spear, which is known as the best spear in the world, and the Qiandeng Sword used by the previous martial arts leader. It is rumored that the Nine Star Sword contains the power of demons and monsters, and there is also the Luxue Sword known as "The Cold of Ten Thousand Colds" that lives in the rivers and lakes..."

Hearing the three words Lu Xuejian, Henry Zhang's heart moved, and he looked up at Fang Wuzhu, who looked calm, but there was a dark light in his eyes.

Zhang Daochang: "However, these are not the real masterworks of Jiang Xiake. Jiang Xiake died of a strange cause, and he failed to create the real number one weapon in the world. His "Weapon Wuwei Record" records that the real world The first sword is called Wuwei Sword. Its forging requirements and required materials are extremely harsh and rare, and the sword patterns must be formed according to the changes of the sun and moon phases in a year. The sun phase swords are named Wuwei Yang Sword and Moon Phase Sword. It is called the Wuwei Moon Sword. The power of the Yang Sword is greater than that of the Moon Sword, and it takes eight years for the Moon Sword to become a sword, while it takes ten years for the Yang Sword to become a sword."

Zhang Daochang stared at Xiao Yangyue, and his voice gradually became firm: "You can use ordinary swords to use the seven-step Qinglian swordsmanship freely, and the weapon itself will no longer be your shackles. Only by breaking through this layer of shackles can you do it Man and sword form are one, manipulating one's own internal force and skills as one likes, turning weapons into weapons of inaction."

Henry Zhang clenched his fist tightly, and he had already noticed the real intention of the master.

"Disciple, you are already a warrior who has truly entered the realm of Wuwei." Master said, "The Wuwei Moon Sword, which I spent eight years as my master, will be officially bestowed on you from today on."