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The waterfall flew straight down, hanging on the green side ridge of Danxia Peak like a curtain of beads. It fell into the deep pool, splashing the pearls and making the water vapor embellish the girl's beautiful face. WwW.AiQuXs.cOM
Xie Lingyan was dressed in light clothes and held a long sword in her hand. Her fair feet were bare as she stood gracefully on the surface of the pool that was suffused with water. She was like a white lotus that had emerged from the water, and she seemed to be quiet and indifferent amidst the clamorous sound of the water.
A drop of water drew a gentle curve on Xie Lingyan's cheek, and finally dripped down her sharp chin. The moment it fell, Xie Lingyan moved.
Xie Lingyan was neither hurried nor slow. With every step she took, an ice lotus bloomed beneath her bare feet. With the ice lotus dragging her, she walked on the water as if she was walking on flat ground. When they reached the front of the waterfall, they suddenly heard a clear sword cry. Xie Lingyan's sword was unsheathed, and a chill instantly filled the air. The surrounding water mist turned into tiny ice particles and sprinkled down one after another. Xie Lingyan's sword light slashed across, and wherever the sword edge passed, a line of ice formed on the waterfall, cutting it in half.
Xie Lingyan revealed a smile, and in that smile, her entire person seemed to have come alive, from the quiet and cold fairy just now, to a smart and lively little girl, but just as the smile blossomed, it turned into a miserable cry. The waterfall froze for only an instant, and then it broke through the obstruction of the ice line, turning into an even more ferocious and angry current. The pool water under her feet was turbulent, and Xie Lingyan lost her footing, fell forward, and was then pushed to the bottom of the pool by the waterfall.
"So miserable, so miserable. Fortunately, no one saw me, so I won't embarrass myself too much," Xie Lingyan mumbled to herself as she climbed out of the pool to dry her clothes.
"But it took me three months to finally master the Proud Cold Swordsmanship. Hee hee, I'm going to show off to my master!"
It had been three months since Ying Feiyang came to Numinous Sky Sword Principle. Xie Lingyan had encountered many setbacks on her journey down the mountain. Although she didn't say it, she had long felt that her strength was not enough. She wanted to help Ying Feiyang settle down, so she asked Shang Ying for permission to practice in Closed Door Cultivation.
Shang Ying saw that this little girl rarely worked hard, so she agreed. Not only did she take her to the side ridge of Danxia Peak, but she also taught her a set of Proud Cold Swordsmanship.
Xie Lingyan was a person with extraordinary natural talent as well, and after concentrating on cultivating for three months, she'd already attained initial success in the Imperious Cold Sword Technique. The Imperious Cold Sword Technique was peerlessly cold and fierce, and if it was combined with the Icesoul Sword that she'd originally cultivated, then its might would surely multiply.
Xie Lingyan was eager to show off, but she couldn't find Shang Ying after looking around the peak. She looked around and made sure that no one was there. Then she muttered discontentedly, "This stingy master. When I speak ill of you, you always appear suddenly. When I want to find you, I can't find you."
"Master is not here, so I'll find someone else to test my sword. Who should I find?" Xie Lingyan tilted her head and thought carefully. "The master should still be busy teaching the disciples in front of the hall and has no time to pay attention to me. Third Senior Sister Apprentice is so bad-tempered that she directly ignores me." Fu Qingming was sent out to do something, so he was not in the sect. "If I find Zhang Yizhi, I have to go back to Tianya Peak. If I meet my father, I will definitely be scolded."
"By the way, I haven't seen Ying Feiyang for a long time. That brat comes to find master to treat his injuries every seven days. He actually never thought of visiting me at the side ridge." "I heard that Ying Feiyang is also practicing his sword in seclusion. Hmph, he can ignore me just because he is busy practicing his sword? Today, I will teach him a lesson and let him know that the difference in strength can't be made up by seclusion! "
Xie Lingyan left immediately. She rushed down the mountain and went straight to Qiyun Town, where Qing Ku and Ying Feiyang lived.
"Dong, dong, dong." The door was knocked loudly, but it was Qing Ku Taoist who opened the door. Xie Lingyan stuck out her tongue and restrained her image. She said, "Greetings, Uncle-Master. Uncle-Master, where is Ying Feiyang now?"
"Him? He is practicing his sword in the house. If you want to find him, go over yourself."
Xie Lingyan bowed again and ran across the courtyard. She was puzzled. "This Ying Feiyang, why doesn't he practice his sword in the courtyard? Practicing swordsmanship in the house, aren't you afraid of damaging your belongings? "
When he got close to the door, what he heard was not the sound of the sword, but the sound of reading aloud.
"The Thirteen Forms of the Spirit Phoenix is a magnificent and desolate sword technique, a technique that reverses life in the face of death. Summoning the phoenix that was about to die, bathing in the flames of nirvana. Using the vital fire to ignite the sword light, the silent heart to prove the sword's will. If you want to trap the enemy, you must first trap yourself. If you fall into a dead end, you will be reborn.
The first of the thirteen sword moves, there is the Phoenix Ritual, the sword moves swiftly, like wings … "
Xie Lingyan pushed the door open and walked in. She smelled the stench of inferior ink. She saw Ying Feiyang in the midst of the heavy scrolls. His hair was disheveled and his face was dirty, as if he had gone mad. The scrolls were piled up like a mountain. The table and the floor were also covered with densely written manuscripts and bald brushes. Ying Feiyang held the brush in one hand and pressed the scroll with the other. His face was full of melancholy. He wrote quickly as if he was venting his anger while reading aloud. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
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When he saw that Xie Lingyan had come, he only glanced at her and ignored her. He continued to read and write. Xie Lingyan was curious and did not argue with him. Instead, she smiled and said, "I heard that you are learning swordsmanship from your master. This way of learning swordsmanship, tsk tsk, is really unique and eye-opening."
Ying Feiyang did not stop writing. He said fiercely, "Well said. It's just that this method is too mysterious. Those who are not geniuses in swordsmanship will not be able to practice it. For you, there is no benefit in watching it. It will only harm your cultivation. I advise you to leave quickly."
Xie Lingyan saw that Ying Feiyang was in a bad mood. Instead, she rejoiced in his misfortune. She even forgot the purpose of finding him to test her swordsmanship. The more Ying Feiyang chased her away, the more she looked around the room. Suddenly, she picked up a scrap of paper and said, "Wow, like the blossoming of ice, like the appearance of the cold moon. Isn't this the sword manual of the Ice Flower Cold Soul Sword? You actually copied it!"
Ying Feiyang snorted coldly and said, "It's more than that!" Xie Lingyan looked again and realized that she was stepping on the sword manual of the Proud Cold Sword Technique. She was even more surprised and said, "It can't be? How many sword manuals did you copy? "
"How many?" Ying Feiyang sneered and said, "Of course it's all of them! Other than the few forbidden scrolls that cannot be read without permission, the other thirty-six sword manuals have long been borrowed from your master. Then, I copied them day and night, copied them again and again. Even after I memorized them, I still have to annotate the move. After copying a book, I have to write an article to analyze the sword theory. The article has to be thicker than the sword manual. If I don't write it well, I have to rewrite it! In the past three months, I have only held a brush. I have never held a sword. "The more Ying Feiyang spoke, the more excited he became. With a" pa "sound, he pinched the brush in his hand into two.
Such a way of practicing swordsmanship, not to mention that he had never seen it before, he did not even dare to think about it.
Even though Xie Lingyan was gloating, she could not help but sympathize with him at this time. She said on behalf of him, "How can you learn swordsmanship like this? Do you want to learn swordsmanship or take the imperial examination to be a husband? Besides, how can you only learn the sword theory without practicing the sword moves? Without fighting experience, you are just an armchair strategist! "
"Hahaha!" Ying Feiyang laughed crazily and said, "I've already said, that's you ordinary people. I was born to use a sword. When I use the sword, it is natural. Why do I have to neglect the essentials and let the acquired experience blind the innate sword sense? I have to abandon the shackles of experience and follow my nature to follow my heart. Only then can I reach the realm where I can point to the heart and be omnipotent!"
These words sounded mysterious and obscure, and it was a mixture of truth and falsehood. One could guess that it came from Qing Ku Taoist. At this time, Ying Feiyang said it angrily. Rather than saying it to explain to Xie Lingyan, it was more like saying it to convince himself. [Love ↑ Go △ Little ↓ Say △ Net w
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As Ying Feiyang said, after he rashly agreed to practice swordsmanship with Qing Ku, the first thing Qing Ku did was to confiscate his sword and make him promise not to use it without permission. After that, he gave him all the sword scriptures borrowed from Danxia Mount for him to study. At first, Ying Feiyang was excited to learn and read them all day long. But after reading the sword scriptures, trouble came. When he wanted to practice these swordsmanship, he was stopped by Qing Ku. At this time, Ying Feiyang realized how sinister Qing Ku's teaching method was.
Xie Lingyan could not help but feel a chill in her heart. She showed a sympathetic look and said, "I think my stingy master has enough bad habits. I didn't expect your master to be crazier than her. It's really not easy for anyone."
"Well, it's not easy for you either." Ying Feiyang suddenly laughed, but it was not a crazy laugh. Instead, it seemed that he was watching a good show. Xie Lingyan suddenly felt a chill on her back.
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After a while, Qing Ku Taoist opened the door for Xie Lingyan and returned to the main room. At this time, there was a gentle and beautiful woman sitting in the room. It was Shang Ying.
Shang Ying raised her eyebrows and asked casually, "Who's here?"
Qing Ku said, "You guys are really something. The master just arrived, and the apprentice came right after. It really seems like we discussed it. That little girl has just come out. Do you want to see her?"
Shang Ying smiled and said, "No need. When she talks about me behind my back, I will suddenly appear and scare her."
Qing Ku glanced at her and said, "To be your apprentice, you really have to be bold." Shang Ying did not care and said, "Don't talk about me. Let's continue our previous topic. Let me see your apprentice's progress."
Qing Ku did as he was told. He took out a pile of manuscripts and handed it to Shang Ying. Shang Ying saw the first few words and knew that it was the Heart Sword Formula copied by Ying Feiyang. She felt that the strokes were strong and lively, as if it was natural. Although from a calligraphy point of view, it was still immature. However, Shang Ying could not help but praise, "Good writing. There is sword intent in the writing. What a talent!"
"Don't be surprised. I haven't finished looking at it. Look at these." Shang Ying took the Zhenwu Devil-Rinsing Sword Formula and made a sound of surprise. The more she looked, the more shocked she became. Looking at the brushwork, she knew that it was the same as the previous one. It was also written by Ying Feiyang. However, if she looked closely, she found that there was a slight difference. The strokes of this manuscript were more vigorous. It really penetrated the back of the paper. It was majestic and the strokes were steady like a black turtle. But when it met the hook, it was like a spirit snake. It made the steady handwriting suddenly come alive.
Shang Ying was shocked. Without saying anything, she took another copy. This time, it was the Sword Formula of Raging Gale and Thunder. Maybe it was because she was tired of copying too many books. This time, the handwriting was slightly sloppy. However, the strokes were like wind and thunder, dragons and snakes flying. The whole piece of paper revealed an unbridled tension. It was as if it was not a sword formula, but a talisman that could summon wind and thunder. If it was thrown into the sky, it would turn into thunder.
Shang Ying changed to the next one. As she flipped through the manuscripts one by one, a few drops of sweat appeared on her smooth forehead.
With just one look, she felt that Ying Feiyang's writing was like a sword. There was a proud sword intent in the words. To be able to reach this level, it was obvious that he was extraordinarily talented. But when she looked at a few more, she felt that each one was similar but different. The strokes were flexible and varied, and the sword intent was not the same. However, they were secretly in agreement with the sword intent of the copied sword formula, and she understood the essence of it.
It should be known that the sword intent was determined by one's temperament. Therefore, everyone had their own suitable sword formula according to their temperament. For example, Xie Lingyan's temperament was suitable for the ethereal and ethereal sword formula. If she was asked to use the steady and heavy sword formula, it would be difficult for her to grasp the sword intent in it. Therefore, although there were many sword formulas in Ling Xiao Sword School, most people only chose the sword formula that suited them the most. They only needed to have a slight understanding of the others. However, not only did Ying Feiyang copy all the basic sword formulas, he only used his handwriting to vividly and vividly display the different sword intents. Such ability was close to the highest level of "Enlightened Sword Heart".
"Don't be surprised. Take a look at these." Qing Ku handed over a pile of manuscripts, which were the research of various sword techniques and sword theories. There was a thick pile. Shang Ying skimmed through them and sighed after reading, "Such talent, I'm afraid, is not inferior to yours. When I first heard about your teaching method, I always felt that it was unreliable. Now it seems that you two can really open up an unprecedented sword path if you join hands."
In the manuscripts, Ying Feiyang analyzed various sword techniques one by one. His perspective was novel and his understanding was thorough. Even a senior like Shang Ying was greatly inspired. Shang Ying skimmed through two more manuscripts, closed the book, and pushed it back to Qing Ku.
"You don't want to read anymore?"
Shang Ying said faintly, "I don't want to read anymore. I'd better focus on teaching my apprentice. I'm used to losing all my life, but I can't let my apprentice lose too much."
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Xie Lingyan looked back and saw Shang Ying's gentle smile. She immediately felt a chill from her spine to her whole body. She trembled and said, "Master, why are you here?"
Shang Ying smiled and said, "I've recently cultivated the 'Heavenly Insight Earth' supernatural power. Within a hundred miles, not even the slightest movement of grass can escape my ears. I heard that my beloved disciple is talking about me, so I came. I wonder what my beloved disciple is talking about."
"How can there be such a magical power? Master, you lied to me again." Xie Lingyan pouted and said, "By the way, master, I've just practiced the Proud Cold Sword Formula. I want to ask you for advice and evaluation. That's why I'm talking about you."
"Well, then I have to test you." Shang Ying narrowed her eyes and said maliciously.
Xie Lingyan thought that Shang Ying was going to beat her by testing her again. Then she rolled her eyes and pointed to Ying Feiyang, saying, "Master, why do you have to do it yourself? There is a best candidate to fight with me now. Since Ying Feiyang is also practicing, I'll fight with him. As long as you say the word, I can beat Ying Feiyang like a dog!"
The smile on Ying Feiyang's face froze, but Shang Ying made the decision for him, "How can a girl speak so inelegantly? There are many ways to test your ability. Well, the weather is also hot. You go to the market to buy 20 kilograms of melons and fruits, carry them back to Danxia Mount, and then cut them into small pieces for me. Don't let the ice melt before I come back."
Xie Lingyan looked discouraged and said with grievance, "Master, did you teach me swordsmanship just to let me freeze melons and fruits for you?"
"More than that. In the hot summer in the future, you will be needed in many places. You go first, or all the good fruits will be picked by others." Shang Ying said lightly.
Xie Lingyan sighed bitterly and left dejectedly. Shang Ying said to Ying Feiyang, "Tomorrow we will go up the mountain again. Don't forget it."
"I won't forget it." Ying Feiyang lowered his head and said weakly. Although it was boring to copy books behind closed doors, he would rather be a copyist than go up to Danxia Mount to be "tortured" by Shang Ying.
Shang Ying nodded gently, casually teased a few words, and then closed the door and left. Seeing that Shang Ying had left, Ying Feiyang took out a stack of hidden manuscripts from under the table and started to write again, as if he wanted to vent his endless grievances.
If Qing Ku and Shang Ying saw the content of Ying Feiyang's book at this time, they would definitely be shocked again and give him a higher evaluation.
"The Thirteen Styles of Spirit Phoenix, the move of turning back to life in the face of death. If you don't put yourself in a dead end, there will be no future life. Trap it in the void, attack it in the swimming, avoid its sharp edge, stir up the momentum, leave the vitality, and seal the door. Then you can break its beak and break its wings. The Thirteen Styles of Spirit Phoenix —
— Break! "
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