Rules of Super Seminary Advent

"Is it possible that Senior Dugu is also a person in the Sword Domain?!"

Feiyangyang seemed to feel the sword move passed to him by the sword demon Dugu Qiubai, and it felt that it had the same origin as a certain stone tablet here.

That vaguely familiar aura pulled him forward like a thread.

He followed this wonderful guide, and after going through many twists and turns, he finally found the stone tablet that exuded a unique atmosphere.

When Boeyangyang approached the stone monument, he felt an indescribable excitement in his heart.

What surprised him even more was that he actually found a figure inside the stone tablet.

It was an ancient swordsman who seemed to be integrated with the stone tablet. He was standing quietly, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura.

Feiyangyang couldn't help but reach out and touch the stone tablet. The figure in the stone tablet suddenly shot towards him with eyes like lightning.

In an instant, the sword moves that Boiling Yangyang had learned were confirmed.

A flash of astonishment flashed in the Sword Immortal's eyes, and he recognized that this was the Dugu Nine Swords passed down by his predecessor!

The familiar sword style made his mind instantly drift back to the past.

The owner of the stone tablet spoke leisurely, and his voice seemed to come from ancient times: "How many years have passed, I didn't expect that I would find someone who knows the Dugu Nine Swords."

"Are you the descendant of Senior Dugu?!"

When Feiyangyang heard this, he looked shocked and stood there blankly. He didn't know how to respond for a moment.

After a long time, Feiyangyang said: "Dare you ask the senior's name? How did the senior know that this kid has learned the Dugu Nine Swords?!"

Gradually, the figure revealed its true appearance.

It was a man with long snow-like hair flowing freely, like a falling Milky Way waterfall, and every hair strand shone with silvery white light.

His face is clear and pale, as if it has been carefully carved by the years, and every wrinkle contains endless stories about the old man.

His eyes were deep and bright, as if they were hiding vast stars. The occasional flash of light seemed to be able to understand everything in the world.

The long eyebrows fly sideways into the temples, adding a bit of majesty and mystery.

His figure was as tall and straight as a pine, and his pure white robes fluttered in the wind, making him even more ethereal and ethereal, as if he was not a human being in this world, but a god descended from the Immortal Palace.

With that otherworldly temperament, he must be a swordsman.

"I'm Feng Qingyang, I'm just a bad old man! As for why I can tell at a glance that you have mastered the Dugu Nine Swords, it's naturally..."

Feng Qingyang looked at Feiyangyang and said, "Of course I can do it, Dugu Nine Swords!"

"what?!"

When Feiyangyang heard that Feng Qingyang could also master Dugu Nine Swords, a look of extreme astonishment suddenly appeared on his face.

The widened eyes were full of disbelief, as if he had heard the most incredible thing in the world.

When Feng Qingyang saw that the boiling sheep didn't believe it, his expression condensed, and the aura around him suddenly surged.

The next moment, I saw his figure flashing, the light shining in his hand, and he instantly performed the sword move that was extremely familiar to them.

The sword was shadowy and gleaming, and the sharp sword energy roared out, carrying the charm and power of the past, surging through this space like a raging torrent.

Feiyangyang looked at the familiar Dugu Nine Swords and was stunned. He opened his mouth wide and stared at the scene in front of him in a daze.

The shock in his heart surged like a stormy sea, and he finally understood that what Feng Qingyang said was true, and that he had indeed learned the Dugu Nine Swords.

Feng Qingyang looked at the dumbfounded Boiling Yang and said with some satisfaction: "Well, now you should believe it!"

Feiyangyang held up his hands with a look of shame on his face, and quickly apologized: "Senior, please forgive me, I have offended you so much."

Then his eyes were full of curiosity, and he couldn't help but ask: "Senior, I wonder what kind of person Senior Dugu is?"

Feiyangyang's eyes were locked on Feng Qingyang, as if trying to find any clues about Dugu Qiubai from his face.

Feng Qingyang's gaze became distant and profound, as if he was caught in the deep memories of Dugu Qiubai.

He spoke slowly, his voice full of admiration and respect: "Senior Dugu, he is like a bright star, shining with endless light in the sky of swordsmanship."

"His swordsmanship is unfathomable. Every move and every move contains the truth of heaven and earth. His exquisite sword skills make people amazed and intoxicated."

"He is a peak that is difficult for us to reach, and is a well-deserved legend in the field of swordsmanship!"

As he spoke, a look of fascination appeared on Feng Qingyang's face, and his praise for Dugu Qiubai was beyond words.

Feiyangyang strongly agrees with this.

Only after he broke through to the supreme realm did he realize the power of Dugu's Nine Swords.

Then he asked respectfully: "Senior, does Senior Dugu have any unique methods or experiences in sword practice? This junior is really eager to learn some wisdom from it."

There is no shame in asking elders for advice.

Feng Qingyang pondered slightly and said: "Senior Dugu once said that the true meaning of swordsmanship is only when the heart of the sword is clear. Only when you control the sword with your heart and understand all things can you make your sword skills move according to your heart and reach the extraordinary state."

“However, each of us is different, so we can only learn from others’ methods.”

Feng Qingyang said formally: "Since you have obtained this sword move, you should know that in the path of swordsmanship, you need to find your own style, and you must not blindly imitate your predecessors."

"Everyone has his or her own unique insights and opportunities. Only by truly finding one's own path can one reach a higher realm in the art of swordsmanship."

Hearing this, Feiyangyang fell into deep thought, and then nodded solemnly.

A determined light blazed in his eyes, as if he had secretly made up his mind to pursue his own unique path of swordsmanship.

Feng Qingyang was very satisfied that Feiyangyang was so aware of current affairs, and he could safely hand over his inheritance to this outstanding junior.

He took a step forward, looked at the strong man solemnly, stretched out a hand, and gently put it on Boiling Yang's shoulder, as if conveying an invisible strength and trust.

There was a flash of astonishment in Feiyangyang's eyes at first, and then he became solemn. He straightened his body and responded solemnly: "This junior will definitely live up to the trust of his seniors, and will not let Dugu Nine Swords fall into dust!"

Feng Qingyang nodded slightly, with a hint of relief in his eyes.

Then he passed on his sword training experience to Feiyangyang bit by bit.

Feiyangyang listened and understood with all his attention, and his heart was full of cherishment and awe for this precious inheritance.

During this process, Feng Qingyang's expression was always so calm and joyful.

Because Boiling Yangyang showed him the hope of Dugu Nine Swords to shine, he didn't want Dugu Nine Swords, the sword demon who sought defeat, to sink like this.

After Feiyangyang fully understood and accepted the inheritance, Feng Qingyang sighed softly and said: "From now on, my inheritance has been handed over to you. I hope you will practice well and don't waste this opportunity."

Feiyangyang looked at Feng Qingyang with gratitude, cupped his hands and said: "Senior, this is a great kindness, I will never forget it."

Feng Qingyang smiled slightly and said, "I hope you can carry forward the Dugu Nine Swords and let the world see the power of the Sword Demon again!"

"Go and pursue your own path of swordsmanship."

After saying that, he turned around, and his figure gradually became blurry, as if he had let go of everything and disappeared into the world.

At the last moment when Feng Qingyang disappeared, he thought to himself: "I'm really looking forward to the meeting between this little guy and Senior Li! Sword God, Sword Demon, these are the goals that my sword cultivator has been pursuing throughout his life!"