Chapter 8

As usual, as one of the two major schools of righteousness, except for the disciples of morning exercise, everything is very calm.

But today is destined to be an unusual day. Qingxin, the chief disciple of Wudang, finally learned the Taiji swordsmanship personally taught by Sanfeng's ancestor, and Wudang Jiuyang Gong, one of the three major heart methods of the sect. Although Wudang Jiuyang Gong is not as good as relying on the sky to the dragon slaughter and the seven cutting array method of true martial arts, it is included in the top ten martial arts classics, but as an inner merit Law is rare. It is also listed among the super first-class internal mental method.

Song Yuanqiao once said frankly that his clear-hearted Taijiquan and soft swordsmanship have surpassed himself. If it hadn't been for the deep internal support, he could have surpassed the head of the seven heroes of Wudang. Although he is still far from the ancestor of Sanfeng, he won any of the three mind methods of Wudang. In time, he would not surpass the ancestor of Sanfeng. It is impossible.

However, today, the chief Wudang did not have any happy emotions on his handsome face, but he saw that the Wudang chief was also the most famous master in the world. His sword eyebrows frowned slightly, his bright eyes flashed with a strong sense of war, and there was a sense of anger and self-righteness under the corners of his mouth.

And in this backyard chores room where Wudang disciples rarely come, there stood a teenager in coarse linen in front of the famous master.

"Today's 100-day period has arrived, and Wudang Jiuyanggong has also entered the second level. I believe I won't lose to you again this time." A light-hearted way.

The teenager opposite turned around and saw that he was only ten * years old. His sword eyebrows were in his temples, and the slightly long sea covered his left eyebrows. His slightly blue eyes under his eyebrows were light and elegant, and his whole body was full of mysterious elegance.

He smiled and said, "Brother's skills have made rapid progress. Congratulations."

Qingxin seemed to be quite hostile. He snorted coldly and said, "That won't be counted until after defeating you!" After saying that, the snowflake-like sword in his hand stabbed out. Although it was a short stab, it was both chic and calm. With this sword, you can know that Qingxin has a high attainment in swordsmanship.

The teenager shook his head, raised his middle finger, and his two fingers were clamped. The sword stopped when he entered the finger and could not enter at all.

"I don't want you to be strong and refined!" Qingxin's face showed surprise. Although it flashed by, it was difficult to hide his inner shock. He took off the handle of his sword, put his wrist against the sword, and swirled around with the method of Taijiquan and pushed it heavily.

"Push the sword." The teenager gently said the name of the technique, "I didn't expect that your self-created Taiji Eight Swords had mature enough. It's not bad." Although Qingxin is called a senior brother, the teenager's tone is like the elders teaching the younger generation a lesson.

Under the influence of the sword-push style, a trace of sparks popped out from the touch of the Qingxin sword and the teenager's fingers. The sword, which could not move at all, suddenly crossed and bounced the teenager's fingers away.

Seeing that the obstacles restricting the sword in his hand had disappeared, Qingxin held the handle and gently picked it up. The middle palace went straight forward and up. The sword pointed to the young man's eyebrows and threatened the teenager's throat. He seemed to be distracted, but it turned around, which was unpredictable.

"Sword." The teenager sighed and said, "This move has yin and no yang. It's against the way of Taiji. It's a bad move." The teenager clenched his fist gently, put the back of his hand against the spine of the sword, gently pushed the sword away, and the tip of the sword crossed three points from his face.

Qingxin frowns more tightly, the pace is bowed, and the waist is strong. If the sword has a spirit, it deflects a few feet outward, like an arrow coming out of the string, cutting inward, aiming at the teenager's neck.

"Slant sword." The teenager nodded slightly, "This trick is easy to yin and yang, go up." Although his mouth was praised, his hand was still lightly blocked. He saw his finger as a sword again. In addition to the inside of his index finger, his index finger gently popped out from under the spine of the sword.

"When..." As soon as the crisp sound rose, the sword bounced from the top of its head, like hitting a snake seven inches, but the sword momentum was gone.

Qingxin snorted coldly, and the sword followed the trend, drawing a Taiji circle, from top to bottom, cutting under the arc line. If the young man's left shoulder does not dodge, he will definitely be cut off.

"Wrist sword." A smile appeared on the teenager's face: "Yang in the shade, strong in softness, up."

However, the teenager's left shoulder contracted, and the sword passed between the millimeters. The ridge of the sword was close to the shoulder, but the hairline of any clothes was cut off. The teenager's left shoulder suddenly poked out with a "bang", the sword was pushed out, and the sword was broken again.

Although the sword was pushed away, the arc did not change. Qingxin sneered and suddenly picked it up. From the bottom up, if the teenager did not hide, his chin would be in danger.

"pick the sword," the teenager restrained his smile and shook his head slightly: "There is more than enough softness, not enough to be afraid." His head shifted slightly to the left, and the sword passed against his face.

Qingxin suddenly burst into a smile, as if the conspiracy had succeeded. He saw that the sword was still strong, but it had a sudden change. The situation was not over and changed rapidly. The upper trend turned into a downward trend and suddenly cut it off.

"press the sword," the teenager seemed to nod, and smiled again at the corners of his mouth, "Yin and yang are easy to each other, old yang is young yin, less yin turns old yin, old yin is young yang, good move!" Having said that, he still dodged on one side of his body.

Qingxin "banged" and nodded, and his body half-swirled in the air. First, he took advantage of the sword to fall, and then took the momentum of half-spin. A sword went from bottom to top, and then from top to bottom, turning into a wonderful half arc and cut it down fiercely.

The "hanging sword" teenager smiled more brightly and said, "It's a trick to be strong and soft to rely on each other and transform freely." He drew a circle in the void with his right hand and shot vigorously. He hit the spine of the sword with a "ding" sound. The sword slowed down for a moment, and then completely disappeared or even deflected upward.

The force of this blow was very strong, and Qingxin did not seem to grasp the sword firmly. His hand left the handle of the sword, and the sword rotated slightly upward. Qingxin suddenly poked out of his left hand, holding the sword with his backhand, and his body half-spinned backwards. The tip of the sword poked out from behind and hit the young man's chest.

"Hengjian," the teenager finally nodded in agreement, "In his own way, turn into yin and yang, return the other body, unique move!" After saying that, the teenager stepped back with his left foot, drew Taiji with both hands, and circled Taiji. Then he turned his hands into palms and pushed them out again.

Then, the powerful momentum came out, and the sword was like a stabbing wall, and it must not be pierced into anything.

The sword points three feet to the teenager's chest.

Qingxin sighed and put the sword into the sheath.

"I lost again. You broke my eight swords and still understated it. Your Taijiquan has reached its peak. I admire it! When I come back from my experience, let's have a try again. Qingxin turned around and went out.

The teenager put away his hands and seemed to remember something. At this time, Qingxin had gone far away and quickly ran out to catch up with Qingxin and said, "Are you going out to practice?"

"Yes." Qingxin turned his head.

The teenager sighed lonelyly and said, "Then I will be lonely for a while."

Qingxin looked at the younger brother who suddenly worshipped Wudang three months ago and said, "With your martial arts, I'm afraid that Song Yuanqiao is not enough for you. Why do you stay in Wudang Mountain?"

The teenager smiled and said, "Can I ask you something to do this time?"

Qingxin was slightly surprised. He had sex with this younger brother for a hundred days and played twice. Although he lost every time, he felt that he had a sense of confidant about him. It was difficult to say the word "please" from his mouth.

Although Qingxin was surprised, he still said calmly, "Please say it."

"Although your Taiji eight swords, boxing and swordsmanship are both self-created, they can also be included in the super first-class martial arts, but if you meet someone, don't fight with him."

Qingxin frowned and wondered, "Who? Why?"

"I haven't met this person yet, but his swordsmanship talent is unparalleled in the world. His heart is like a sharp sword, and his wisdom is better than heaven and earth. Compared with him, I may also be slightly inferior." The teenager is quite cautious.

The hand holding the sword slowly clenched, but when he saw the teenager's solemn face, he knew that it must be true. Although he was unwilling, he was quite convinced and said, "What are the characteristics?"

"You should use a jade female swordsmanship." The young man.

"Rumor has it that the only descendant of the medieval tomb school?"

The teenager nodded.

"That's what Mo Jun said, but I'd like to compare with her." Qingxin smiled at the corners of his mouth and stepped on the tile by himself.

The teenager was shocked and said to himself, "I didn't expect the counterproductive effect." Then he fell silent.

When he was about to turn around and return to the room, the teenager looked back and saw that his heart had disappeared into his vision. The morning sun was rising, and the melting sun was sprinkled on his body, with a faint warm feeling.

"Well, it seems that it's time to go down the mountain. Although Qingxin doesn't vote for me, after all, I can't see him have an accident at the turn of 100 days. Just say goodbye to Master Sanfeng. After saying that, he turned around and went to the hall.