Immortal Mansion: With mediocre qualifications, I have no choice but to live forever

"All the skills I used when fighting you just now are recorded in this book."

"You study it carefully and find a way to crack it. I will practice on the side. I will come back to discuss with you in seven days. I hope you can make some progress by then."

Zhou Yiqiao was not a fool, so he naturally understood the other party's intention.

It was obvious that Qiu Yutong wanted to replace the Creation Puppet and use the method that was closest to actual combat to help him quickly build his own fighting methods.

His heart felt warm, and he quickly bowed to take the book and thanked him solemnly.

"Thank you for your generous gift, Senior Sister. Zhou Yiqiao will study hard and live up to your expectations."

Qiu Yutong smiled slightly, walked up and patted Zhou Yiqiao's shoulder gently.

"Junior brother, you are very talented. I believe you will soon be able to develop your own unique means of fighting the enemy."

After saying that, Qiu Yutong turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly stopped, took out an exquisite jade pendant from his sleeve, and handed it to Zhou Yiqiao.

"This jade pendant is a communication device. If you need anything, you don't have to stick to the seven-day deadline. You can contact Senior Sister at any time through this device."

"Sister, I am practicing in a quiet room not far away. If you encounter any problems or have any insights, you can come to me at any time."

After she finished speaking, the woman turned around gracefully, bringing up a gust of fragrance, and quickly disappeared from Zhou Yiqiao's sight.

After watching the other party disappear from his sight, Zhou Yiqiao calmed down and turned back to the stage.

Those disciples of Qinjian Villa who were looking for trouble left because they were afraid of Qiu Yutong's power. Now Zhou Yiqiao is the only one left in the entire Fighting Pavilion.

This also allowed Zhou Yiqiao to finally use his methods with confidence and boldness.

He unfolded the book "The Heart of the Zither and the Soul of the Sword" given by Qiu Yutong, and saw that the pages were yellowed, and each page was densely recorded with the exquisite method of integrating the sound of the zither with the sword.

It contains both profound theoretical explanations and specific application cases in actual combat, and the comprehensiveness of the content covered is astonishing.

But Zhou Yiqiao was not trying to study the techniques. He had just established his own fighting style. Blindly adding new content would only cause himself to fall into chaos.

The reason why he read "The Heart of the Lute and the Soul of the Sword" was because he realized the real purpose of Qiu Yutong giving him this book.

Qiu Yutong intends to serve as Zhou Yiqiao's whetstone, helping Zhou Yiqiao to improve and strengthen his existing combat system.

So, Zhou Yiqiao took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to savor every word in "The Heart of the Lute and the Soul of the Sword".

He did not absorb the techniques in the book blindly, but repeatedly pondered over them, trying to find those moves that could be cracked by his own combat system.

He combined the techniques in "Qin Xin Jian Po" with Qiu Yutong's attack habits to create a fictitious opponent, and then used deductions to fight against this imaginary enemy.

Fight against enemies and constantly adjust your combat strategies and response methods.

Time passed quietly as Zhou Yiqiao was concentrating. The sun rose and the moon set. The light and shadow in the Fighting Pavilion also changed unpredictably with the changes in the outside world.

Zhou Yiqiao seemed to be isolated from the world, completely immersed in the joy of fighting and learning.

The seven-day period was approaching in a flash, and Zhou Yiqiao stood on the stage, waiting for Qiu Yutong's arrival.

Qiu Yutong arrived as promised, with light steps like the breeze blowing through the woods, and walked slowly into the Fighting Pavilion with a faint smile.

The light from the warm stone above her head shone on her, adding a bit of warmth to her cool temperament.

She looked at Zhou Yiqiao tenderly and asked softly.

"Junior brother, seven days have passed, do you have any experience?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yiqiao looked determined and bowed.

"Thank you, Senior Sister, for giving me the "Qin Xin Jian Po". I have been studying day and night for the past seven days and have a deeper understanding of my own fighting skills."

"Although I can't say it's perfect, the battle has been perfected to a large extent."

When Qiu Yutong heard this, a hint of approval flashed in her eyes, but then she changed the subject, with a serious tone that could not be ignored.

"Brother, do not be complacent. The path of cultivation is long and arduous. Only actual combat can test what you have learned."

"Today, we will fight again. Let me see how you have improved."

After saying that, Qiu Yutong moved and landed in the center of the arena. Her fingers lightly plucked the guqin, and the melodious sound of the guqin immediately spread, interweaving into a mysterious field.

Seeing this, Zhou Yiqiao was also cheered up. He picked up the sword and rushed forward. His figure was as fast as lightning. The flashing sword light faintly echoed with Qiu Yutong's piano music, forming an indescribable harmony.

As Qiu Yutong's piano music rang out, the entire Doufa Pavilion seemed to be shrouded in an invisible rhythm.

Her fingertips danced on the strings, and every note was like a carefully laid trap, ready to strike a fatal blow at any time.

Faced with this sudden attack, Zhou Yiqiao was not at all panicked. Instead, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

His figure was light and his steps changed flexibly with the rise and fall of the piano music. He wielded the Netherworld Demon Sword as if it were his own arm, sometimes turning into a sharp sword light, sometimes turning into a continuous sword shadow. He countered Qiu Yutong's moves and intertwined his offensive with Qiu Yutong to create a series of thrilling scenes.

Qiu Yutong's piano music became more and more passionate, like a rushing river, with unstoppable momentum, attempting to drown Zhou Yiqiao in the endless waves of sound.

However, Zhou Yiqiao was like a reef in the sea, standing still despite the rough waves.

His swordsmanship became more flexible and varied. Sometimes he used softness to overcome hardness and remove the sharpness from the piano sound; sometimes he used hardness to overcome softness and directly penetrate the gaps in the sound waves and approach Qiu Yutong's body.

The battle between the two is no longer just a contest of skills, but also a collision of character and wisdom.

Qiu Yutong's piano music contained stimulation for Zhou Yiqiao's potential, and Zhou Yiqiao responded with practical actions, demonstrating his rapid growth in the past seven days.

As time went on, the confrontation between the two became more intense, but they gradually reached a delicate balance.

Qiu Yutong's piano music was sometimes high-pitched and sometimes low-pitched, as if she was commanding thousands of troops, while Zhou Yiqiao was like a warrior on the battlefield, resisting attacks from all directions with his own strength.

Finally, after a deafening collision of piano music and sword light, the two men stopped at the same time and smiled at each other.

"Junior brother, you really didn't let me down."

Qiu Yutong said softly, her eyes full of approval.

"Your progress is beyond my imagination."

"When I was first thrown into the Fighting Pavilion by my master to develop my own fighting system, it took me several years to barely get to the threshold. I didn't expect that my junior brother has already reached such a level in just a few months. He is truly extremely talented and amazing."

After she finished speaking, she put away the guqin and took out a long sword without waiting for Zhou Yiqiao to respond.

"In that case, Senior Sister, please stop hiding your abilities and let's have a real fight!"