Emperor Que Shaohua

Mu Shaoqing was indeed a little anxious at the moment. He and Luo Pingyuan had fought nearly 150 moves. Shuo Yu's swordsmanship was rigorous, combining hardness and softness.Every time my sword edge is everywhere, it seems to be pierced into a silk net, which greatly reduces its power.He cursed secretly in his heart, the sword is really like a person, all the disciples of the Hanshan School are like this, the appearance is diluted and dignified, like a man of Taoism, but inside they hide sharp edges, sinister and difficult to deal with.At the same time, he was also a little bit puzzled, how long would Luo Pingyuan plan to fight without using a unique move, or using a killer?You don't always think that you can beat yourself by grinding your kung fu with water, do you?Master Mu Shaozhuang has experienced many small and large battles over the years, and there are often eighty or one hundred battles. Sometimes the victory or defeat has been decided in a flash, and it is not uncommon for thousands of tricks to be played and still not enough.Luo Pingyuan's strength is really good, with his usual style, it's rare to meet such a strong opponent, it's better to compare it to the hearty one, and never get impatient early.

But from just now, he gradually felt that something was wrong. The problem was not how Luo Pingyuan procrastinated, but the aura in his body was different.In the middle of the fierce fight, the mind and energy were completely focused on the outside, and as the sword was unfolding layer by layer, the internal force naturally circulated around the sky, running faster and faster.The first time I noticed something strange was when I used the move of Pinghu Duying, the sword edge of this move was slanted and cut sideways, from high to low, the trajectory was as smooth as satin, seemingly elegant, but at the same time, the sword was directed at the opponent's ten The three key points are one of the most difficult and powerful moves in Jinghongzhaoying's swordsmanship. Unexpectedly, when he was concentrating on using the subtle changes in the castration to the extreme, they worked perfectly. For some unknown reason, the zhenqi of the meridians suddenly vibrated slightly.Mu Shaoqing didn't care about it, and he didn't care, but not long after, he used another trick, Hongfei Mingming, and the same situation reappeared, and the feeling was even clearer.

If it happened several times, or it happened in Ren Meridian, Du Meridian, or Yang Wei, even if the reaction was very slight and short-lived each time, it was just when he was using his best swordsmanship with all his strength, it was enough to worry Master Mu Shaozhuang.He has never encountered this kind of situation before, what happened to the eight meridians, why is his inner breath inexplicably agitated, hindering his legs at critical moments?If it's not a sword fight, you can meditate and adjust your breath to calm down, but now that a strong enemy is in front of you, how can you allow yourself to be distracted again and again?

Qiu Xianyun muttered to himself: "Master Mu Shaozhuang is a little strange today." However, there are only a few who can see the clues like him or Feng Jingyi. It is the place where the fight is inextricable.

The one who can best perceive the subtle differences in the opponent's moves is naturally Luo Pingyuan.He concentrated and calmed down, still using the Hanshan Shuoyu swordsmanship, but when he drew the sword, his internal energy was getting stronger and stronger, the blade of the sword was stirring, and there was a sound of piercing the sky, and the tiny raindrops had not yet fallen, but were scattered in all directions.

Mu Shaoqing's face gradually turned serious, but he didn't realize that his forehead was already covered with a thin layer of sweat.The clear and melodious flute sound came to the ears, not only did not feel pleasant, but made it more anxious.When Luo Yanhua asked Nangong Jin to play the flute, he didn't take it seriously. Even if Luo Pingyuan really found some lost magical sword technique, he was going to perform a colorful sword dance with the music. , Comprehension in front of it will only make people laugh and be generous.

Unexpectedly, this Yuntai Pu'an mantra, which was neither unfamiliar nor hated in the past, became lingering when the Qi machine was unstable, and it entered the mind stubbornly and clearly, causing a dull pain in the temple, It is the kind of headache that often occurs when you are restless for days.

In the middle of the competition, I couldn't ask to stop playing. I could only try my best to keep calm and suppress the uncomfortable feeling.Mu Shaoqing felt that all kinds of abnormalities must have been secretly designed by King Jing, but what was it that she ignored and was caught by Luo Yanhua?He couldn't distract himself from thinking about the reason, but he knew instinctively that he must not love to fight, and the time had come for a quick fight.

The last move of Jinghong Zhaoying's swordsmanship is called "Walking Wild Geese in the Sky", which can reach far and wide, especially with three points of arrogance.

Luo Pingyuan only felt that the opponent's sword was sharply sharpened, and a cold and majestic momentum was approaching. The long sword in Mu Shaoqing's hand took the middle, and there was no flickering false move, nor a fast attack faster than lightning. In the seemingly ordinary sword posture, there is an indescribable deep and concise meaning, as if it contains a thousand thunders, and it has returned to its original nature after thousands of tempering.

"It's Chilong Thirteen Forms! Master Mu Shaozhuang finally used it!" There was a suppressed exclamation from the crowd.Gathering for a few feet, the chilling sword energy on the stone platform in the lake has flowed out, like a surging wind and cloud, about to fill the heaven and the earth.Watching across the water and still holding his breath, it is hard to imagine how Luo Pingyuan feels when facing him head-on.

As for all high-quality swordsmanship, no matter how complicated or simple, it pays attention to inexhaustible meanings, and it emerges one after another.The gist of Chilong Sword Art is that once the sword is struck, it is unstoppable and unavoidable.If it weren't for great ingenuity and clumsiness, how could a generation of sword demons be able to smash their halberds into the sand more than a hundred years ago, and never walk in the Central Plains for the rest of their lives?

Amidst the melodious and clear sound of the jade flute, Luo Pingyuan's movements had a different kind of calmness. He moved half a step suddenly, but stepped in a completely unexpected direction, and swung his long sword backhand.It is also a mediocre sword, if Chilong's swordsmanship is as heavy as a thousand jun, then this swing is as light as a feather.The sword intent is cold and indistinct, very sparse and faint, like the melting moonlight, seemingly elusive, elusive, but like mercury pouring down the ground, everywhere.

The confrontation between the two sides was only for a moment, and Mu Shaoqing's oppressive sword stopped slightly under the gaze of many eyes, as if a dragon entered the sea and merged into the soft and sparse moonlight.

"What kind of swordsmanship is it that can resolve the Chilong Thirteen Styles!" Someone lost his voice among the heroes, "Is it the Hanshan swordsmanship? Has anyone seen it?"

Mu Shaoqing's eyebrows were shrouded in coldness, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly. Only he knew that at the moment when he was using all his strength just now, a surge of internal energy in the meridians suddenly surged, as if he wanted to break away from the control of his will and do his own thing. Taking a breath, suppressing the movement, the zhenqi injected into the blade was not pure enough immediately, otherwise, no matter how Luo Yanhua arranged it, how could the fifth prince receive his full blow?Luo Pingyuan's sword moves are difficult for others to discern, but he recognizes them.

The rain was falling and the music was melodious, but he only felt disturbed, perhaps because the fluttering energy channels disturbed his mind, and he became a little dizzy in his mind.

The quiet scenery in front of me seemed to be no longer real. The rain screen reflected a verdant bamboo forest, the milky white morning mist pervaded everywhere, and the dew dripped from the ends of the bamboo leaves. Two slender teenagers were practicing swords in the forest. The previous moves were like a repeat of what they had just experienced, but both sides' moves were too young.

At that time, I was still immature, and I still couldn't see the traces of arrogance, but I was surprised: "This is the thirteen styles of Chilong. It's only been a few days. Where did you find the sword technique? Don't let the wind fall!"

"I figured it out myself." The boy opposite had picturesque eyes and a quiet smile, "I've been thinking hard for several nights, if every time you make a move to dive into the sea, I'm in a hurry, what's the point of discussing it."

"How many nights... are you still thinking hard?" It's really not easy to deal with the housekeeping skills that have been passed down from generation to generation and have ruled the Jianmen for more than a hundred years.He looked at the other party's calm, relaxed and natural expression, and remained silent.

"Actually, I'm just trying, and I'm not understating it at all. It's very difficult." Luo Shenhua probably saw that he still couldn't accept it all over his face. It is impeccable. If you want to resolve it, you can only find another way and try it from the sword intent. The Qingxinjue I practice is from the Taoist lineage, and the Taoism is natural. Imagine a dragon swimming in the sky. Even though it is invincible, it is still a part of everything. Thinking about it, if I can start from the four characters of heaven, earth and impermanence, and integrate this artistic conception into my moves, and offset the power of Chilong swordsmanship, I may have found a way to resist. It's just that my skill and comprehension are limited, and I still feel powerless "He thought about it seriously, and then said, "The sword style just now is called Moonrise Dongshan, Shaoqing thinks it is suitable?"

With his self-created swordsmanship, he tried in vain to counter his favorite trick. Of course, he was not convinced. At that time, he had only practiced Chilong swordsmanship for half a year, and the heat was also far from enough, but both of them were young at heart, and they spent their days in the bamboo forest. In the middle of the night, he forgot to eat and sleep to study the sword.

He showed the thirteen moves of Chilong one by one, and the whole set of swordsmanship was still a few moves away, so he pestered his father to learn all of them. They all took names, such as the distant silver man, the dandancanghai, such as the morning dew, and the free spirit, trying to synthesize a set of swordsmanship.The sword is like a man, at that time he believed that he knew Luo Shenhua, from martial arts to ambition, from talent to character, he knew that the young man with a soft smile and a beautiful heart must also understand him, so he became friends with him as before. .

More than ten years later, he saw the move "Moonrise Dongshan" again. The power of the Chilong swordsmanship was no longer comparable to that of the past, but the sword intent like the moonlight in front of him was still enough to wake up his memory and lead him back to the bamboo forest in the morning light.In a trance, the sword light in his hand reappeared, galloping and straightening, like a river flowing into the sea, unstoppable. When he was young, he and Luo Shenhua had mastered the Yiying sword style very well, just like when Qianlong returned to the sea. The moon rises from Dongshan, without thinking about it, his next move will definitely use Qingjiang Longyin.The opponent in front of him is no longer the 14-year-old Luo Shenhua, but Luo Pingyuan who came from the cold mountain. However, his footwork is erratic, and his swordsmanship is as clear as ever. Geometry is like the dew in the morning, the past days are full of bitterness.This style is like the dew in the morning, and its beauty remains the same.

The rhyme of the Yuntai Pu'an Mantra turned suddenly at this time, climbed again, entered the third level, and gradually entered the sky.At the same time when he felt the swell of true energy again, Mu Shaoqing felt that the sound of Lingling Yaoyao's flute was like a small hammer, hitting his temples one after another.He gritted his teeth amidst bouts of dizziness, and tried his best to suppress the abnormal breath. The turbulent internal force couldn't help but move, not against the current, but as if he insisted on changing the direction of Zhou Tian, ​​going up along the eight meridians, and impacting the mind and heart.No matter why this situation happened and what it meant, he must not lose his internal strength at a critical moment, let alone lose!

The many swordsmen immersed in the superb swordsmanship clearly saw that Master Mu's rushing sword suddenly scattered when it was about to end, as if something made him lose his mind for a short time. , Luo Pingyuan's sword edge went everywhere, cutting a long line through his sleeve.Some people were surprised, some people were puzzled, Gu Di's hand was clenched in the sleeve unconsciously, and the palm was full of sweat.

Both sides in the battle seemed unaware, Mu Shaoqing flipped his wrist, and the edge of the long sword increased again, and the sword's aura surged.The ninth form of the Chilong Sword Art, Long Ao Jiutian, consumes the most internal energy among all the moves. Just when the true energy is not in control, it is not the time to use it, but at the moment his consciousness is confused, and he continues to follow the previous habit without thinking about it. For example, if you are like the morning dew, you should use the dragon soaring to the nine heavens, so as to intercept the opponent's next move, otherwise, why continue?

Sure enough, Luo Pingyuan's sword was spread out, and the sword was dazzling, like white dew across the river, like a flood surging, the same move is calm and calm, compared with what Luo Shenhua created back then, it is not less beautiful, but it is a bit more grand Vicissitudes.

The last piece of the Yuntai Pu'an Mantra is still peaceful, but because the scale has been raised, the clear flute sound has a vaguely high-pitched meaning, which reminds people of Sanskrit singing in the clouds, and the Buddha's light shines all over. At that moment, there was a clear and clear Yaoqin string sound from the Zhuoyue Pavilion, which was in harmony with the sound of the flute, and it was indescribably harmonious and pleasant. The sound is deep, clear and beautiful like pearls, combined with the Yuntai Pu'an Mantra, it makes people think of the blossoming lotus in the fairyland.

No one knows how Mu Shaoqing feels at this moment, a few feet away. While forcibly suppressing the restless true energy in his body, he also tried his best to use the Chilong sword technique. Chao, with his mind on the front line, is when he is most powerful outside but most vulnerable inside. The first sound of the piano in the pavilion was not too late, and at the moment when he was most negligent, it fell on the most difficult moment for him to fight against. At that point, the voiceless voice that others heard was refreshing, but in his ears, it was like thunder on the ground, hitting the heartstrings directly, and his mind was shaken for a moment.There was a rumble in his head, and his breath was disordered for a while, like a long crack in the Lanjiang dam, which was about to collapse. I know the situation very well, every sound is waiting for the timing when the true energy travels to the key acupoints, and it is exactly the same. In just a few breaths, the weak resistance breaks through one by one, and the breath surges everywhere in the eight meridians. The more it sinks, the more it goes straight to the upper organs.

The internal force should be moved by the heart. Any martial arts practitioner who practiced superior martial arts would panic and struggle desperately to stop when encountering a situation beyond his control, but Mu Shaoqing has the ability to distract himself and make it. The resistance was very limited, the vast white mist rolled in his mind, as if he was suddenly stimulated, and he seemed to try his best to resist the counterattack, leaving his eyes blank, and he could hardly remember where he was, and the music of jade flute and Yaoqin lingered Go, the inner force of running rushes towards the Heart Sutra, wanting to go to the Lingtai, like a stream of water, washing away the white mist that lingers all day long.What the hell happened to me? Is the sound and rhythm causing the internal energy to go off?Or is there something wrong with Chilong Thirteen Forms?Or, the hidden danger has already existed, but it broke out in a fierce fight? ...

What is the cause, what is the effect, and what will happen? Mu Shaoqing can't tell the difference, and he is unable to think. He has used the sword as a companion for many years, and it has become instinctive to use the sword. In the dizziness, he can no longer see clearly. Luo Pingyuan's figure, his internal strength was weak, and his strength was not enough, but he still swung out that peerless swordsmanship, like a bow with a full moon, and the arrow has left the string.

Walking through the endless mist, he seems to have traveled through more than ten years, and once again returned to the bamboo forest where he practiced swords.

"Shaoqing, Uncle Mu said that Long Ao Jiutian has very high requirements for internal energy." Luo Shenhua, who was also young, half-bent down, comforting softly, "Given time, you will be able to practice well, so don't be too stubborn."

"Then when will it be?" Mu Shaoqing heard herself saying sullenly, "Without one move, Chilong's thirteen moves cannot be coherent and free. You don't understand, every owner of Wanjian Villa must be proficient in Chilong swordsmanship , if I can't do it, I won't be able to support the family in the future, let alone be the master of Mingjian. Father and empress will be disappointed in me."

"Shaoqing will also not be confident, the sun is about to come out from the west." Luo Shenhua smiled, and sat down on another nearby stone, "Thirteen or fourteen years old think so long-term, doesn't it mean that Uncle Mu still Did you do it when you were nearly [-] years old?"

"No matter who it is, if you have practiced swordsmanship with someone like you for more than ten days, you will not be confident." He muttered in a low voice, his face still gloomy.

"Shaoqing, I asked my uncle yesterday." After sitting quietly for a while, the young man beside him suddenly said, "Uncle has seen your qualifications, and he has already agreed that I can teach you some formulas for clearing the heart."

"Uncle Jiang really said that?" His eyes lit up, and he jumped up all of a sudden, "Father told me not to be greedy, Shenhua, can I really learn?"

"I can learn." The young man smiled, and then his expression became serious, "Qingxin Jue does not conflict with your family's handed down exercises, but uncle and uncle Mu have discussed it, and with your talent and the characteristics of Chilong swordsmanship, it is not suitable for you." If you specialize in this subject like me, you might as well learn some basics as your own assistance."

Xu Shi saw his expression of surprise and joy at that time, and a smile appeared in his eyes: "So I am responsible for teaching you some basic formulas. After you practice them, it will be very beneficial for adjusting and using your inner breath. oh."

Yes, before Luo Shenhua left Jiangnan, he had already tried to practice Qingxin Jue, until a year later, he could use the mental method he left behind freely, and in the years to come, he would integrate it with his family's martial arts.Because it is too natural, and even gradually forgotten.

"Qingxin Jue is a Taoist technique, and Taoism relies on the spirit, energy and spirit." The young man sitting opposite said clearly, "So when Shaoqing is practicing, you must remember that the main purpose is to refine qi and transform spirit, and qi is the foundation. God is the master, and the process requires concentration and meditation, no shock, no fear, no resentment, no anger, and a smooth mind can lead to a smooth path. When you reach a certain level, you will not be easily moved by external things."

"Don't think about it, the seven emotions and six desires are of course still there. Although vitality is the foundation of survival, it is only full of energy and lifeless, and it still lacks vitality. Therefore, it is necessary to use mental methods to guide the breath to the upper organs, and enter along the eight meridians. Heart Sutra, thus nourishing the spirit, making the mind clear and the mind clear."

"What do you mean by not being moved by external objects? Let me think about it. People who practice the Qingxin Jue rarely become obsessed. On the contrary, if they encounter too much attachment, confusion or negative emotions, causing mental weakness , you can slowly recuperate the mind, guide the Qi channels upward, and naturally remove the confusion, repair the wear and tear, and make the mind complete. Therefore, it does not mean that it is completely free from external influences, but that the breeze is bright and the moon is free from the original heart. "

Why, when the surrounding reality is so illusory, these dusty memories suddenly return, echoing clearly in my mind?

Scenes of the past, countless fragments flow and fly in the gradually thinning white mist, like falling feathers, like the wings of a butterfly.Breeze and bright moon, free heart.He was also full of sincerity and longing, and solemnly made a promise: "One day in the future, you will become the suzerain, and I will follow with all my heart, so that Yu Zhou's mountains and rivers will last forever, and the martial arts will return to his heart."

Since when did you walk alone in the fog, and where will you go?All he knew was that he was exhausted.Looking around, he couldn't see the bright smile of his friend, the beautiful figure of the girl in white, Pingting, and his companions and subordinates. Everyone was so far away, where did they go?Is everyone choosing to go away, or have you lost your way long ago, only walking alone, not knowing where to return?

Life is like dew and electricity, like a dream bubble, only the voice of that person is real: "I used to practice swords in the bamboo forest and make friends. I know your sword and your people. I believe you can break through the heart barrier. , Find your original heart. Even if the process is difficult, you will complete the decision at the end of the song, just like I am going all out to get you back."

Not long ago, who was the person who said this to himself?

On the stone platform, thousands of sword shadows dissipated in an instant. Mu Shaoqing let go of the hilt of the sword in his hand, pressed his painful forehead, staggered back a step under the unbelievable eyes of the heroes by the lake, and fell down. .The pale sky flashed by, and the eyes were filled with the color of Qingdai in Jianchi. A few distant exclamations came faintly, and the last thing he saw was the swaying reflection of the pavilion in the water.

When the accident happened suddenly, Luo Pingyuan's reaction was the fastest, but he was still unable to catch up. Although he tried his best to deflect the sword, he still inevitably passed the unconscious Master Mu's shoulder, leaving a two-inch long Sword wound.He was more or less prepared in his heart, but he never expected that the Yuntai Pu'an Mantra together with the emperor's brother's swordsmanship would have astonishing effects, and the Chilong swordsmanship really didn't allow him to hold back even a bit. I couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat, and hurried forward to check the situation.

A girl's crisp voice was mixed with the exclamation on the shore. Jiang Wanli, who was dressed in white, ran out of the Zhuoyue Pavilion one step ahead of Gu Di, and stopped when she reached the water's edge. She stared at Sanzhang On the small stone platform outside, the tears seemed to be uncontrollable, rolling down one by one from the cheeks like broken beads.

In the middle of the sword competition, the owner of the village, Mu Shaoqing, for some reason, lost consciousness and passed out.There was a sudden commotion around Jianchi, Nangong Jin put away the jade flute, and looked at the scene in front of him in bewilderment.

The rain was pattering down the ground, Luo Yanhua was still sitting in the same place, inside and outside the pavilion, many eyes had gradually gathered, he seemed to be unaware of surprise, confusion, awe, he just lowered his eyes and looked at the front of him quietly. Yaoqin.