"Madam, it's a happy event, a great event! The eldest son has been elected, the eldest son has been elected..."
In the early morning, a servant in green clothes stumbled in. The eldest lady was washing her clothes. When she heard this, a hairpin in her hand accidentally broke into two pieces.
"!!!"
The eldest lady suddenly stood up, her hair full of pearls trembling. She couldn't suppress her excitement and said: "Xuan, Xuan Lan, has he passed the exam?"
"Yes, madam. The eldest son is in high school, and he wrote back saying that he will return home soon. There is also a letter from the eldest son here!"
The servant in green clothes held up a letter with both hands, and the official stamp of the imperial court was clearly visible on the envelope.
Everyone in the room thought that the eldest lady would accept the letter. Unexpectedly, when the eldest lady saw the letter, she staggered, became dizzy and almost fell down.
"lady!"
"Madam!——"
Everyone screamed and rushed to help him.
The eldest lady steadied herself and took the letter from the slave in blue.
"Haha, good, good! My son Xuan Lan is indeed promising! Not only has he won the title of Military Examiner, he has also won the favor of the princess!"
The eldest lady laughed excitedly at the shocked looks of all the slaves, then suddenly changed, her expression became vicious, and she gritted her teeth:
"These old and immortal things, the grass on the wall, fall on both sides. When they see that little beast gaining power, they eagerly fall on him and fight for power with me. Huh, I will not let them go! - Pass my order and prepare.
Welcome the eldest son back home!"
As long as she thinks of the shocked expressions of those old guys, the eldest lady can't help but feel happy...
boom!
When the news came out, the entire Yang family was shocked.
Lanterns were hung high throughout the Yang family, and the clan elders were caught off guard. "Martial Arts Scholar" is a very important title. Only three people were born in the Yang family in history, and one of them was Yang Ji's father "Yang Du".
And now, the fourth "Martial Arts Scholar" has finally appeared in the Yang family!
"Martial Arts Man?!"
In the Yang Mansion, Yang Meng was filled with worry after hearing the news: "Yang Ji is in danger now..."
Fluttering!
In just half a cup of tea, a homing pigeon fluttered its wings and flew out of the window.
In the evening, the entire Yang family, from the wife to the clan elders to the maids and servants, lined up and waited in front of the gate.
Except for the eldest lady who stood alone, everyone else bent down and waited respectfully for the eldest son's arrival.
"Boom!"
There were dark clouds in the distance, lightning and thunder, and a strong wind rolled over the ground. Suddenly, a sharp-eyed person said: "The eldest son is here. The eldest son is here..."
From the depths of the strong wind, I saw a large, fiery red sedan approaching. The fierce wind could not even move the sedan's roller blinds.
"call!"
As the fiery red sedan approached, the temperature soared, and everyone felt as if they were in a furnace.
"clatter!"
After a while, the sedan arrived in front of the door. With a bang, a noble golden boot stepped out from inside. A young man who looked to be twenty-three or fourteen years old stepped out from the inside with a big red robe, a gold belt, and a jade crown.
His appearance was handsome, his demeanor was calm, and he had an aura that was calm and calm, as if nothing in the world could shake him.
"Master!"
Seeing the handsome young man in Dahongpao, everyone was suffocated and shouted in unison.
The eldest son, Yang Xuanlan, is the eldest son of the Yang clan. When he was still in the clan, he always said what he said and kept his word.
Now, after many years, Yang Ji's aura has become more solid, steady, and powerful. The huge pressure that follows him like a shadow is like a storm, making everyone breathless.
"Mother."
Yang Xuanlan was expressionless. He glanced around, then landed on the eldest lady at the front, and walked over.
"Xuan Lan, that's great. You are finally back. Mom knows that you must be promising."
The eldest lady's eyes were slightly red, she grabbed Yang Xuanlan's hand and felt excited:
"There are changes in the family this time. If it weren't for some old people who don't understand current affairs, my mother wouldn't have asked you to come back at this time."
As he said that, he glanced behind him bitterly. The elders of the clan were embarrassed for a while, and the eldest lady pointed at Huai and scolded him. She was clearly talking about them.
"Um."
Yang Xuanlan responded lightly without even looking at the clan elders, his face expressionless:
"I have my own knowledge of this matter. Let's talk about everything when we return home."
Her tone was calm, but she was confident and left no room for doubt. The eldest lady's lips moved, but she could not say anything disobeying.
"Wow!"
As soon as his robe swayed, Yang Xuanlan crossed the threshold, his red robe dancing, and walked inside. Everyone immediately followed closely...
…
In Pingchuan City, in an official office with green tiles, the lights were bright. Yang Ji sat behind a desk covered with official documents, silently studying a painting. The content in the painting was simple, only a sword.
It has been more than half a month since he received the "waistband of fame" and traveled around various government offices as a "military official". Yang Ji corrected official documents every day and basically had an understanding of the imperial court's formal processes.
The work in the official office is relatively easy, and they deal with trivial matters. Yang Ji and others have a total of seven martial arts students, but there is more than one official office. Everyone chooses an official office, and basically everything goes well.
Yang Ji handles some military affairs every day. After issuing official documents, he will start to study the scriptures and paintings of the "Immortal Sword" whenever he has time.
The candlelight flickered, and there was silence in the hall.
Most people in the entire hall have already gone back, and only Yang Ji is still in the hall.
Yang Ji's eyes were fixed on the ancient sword in the picture. Suddenly, the mental power in his mind surged out like a tide. There was a buzzing sound in front of his eyes, and there was a sudden change. The "ancient sword" that was still motionless suddenly suddenly
From virtual to real, countless phantoms were transformed into a blur.
"Buzz!"
It was like a huge alien space appeared in front of Yang Ji's eyes. The main hall, candlelight, copywriting... everything disappeared. Endless darkness rushed towards his face, and Yang Ji's soul seemed to be sucked in instantly.
Entered another space.
There was nothing in all directions, only an endless darkness. Yang Ji couldn't even feel his own existence, but in the center of this "darkness", the ancient sword still existed. It was like being controlled by an invisible force.
Danced in front of Ji.
The ancient sword danced very fast, pulling up numerous phantoms and dancing in countless trajectories in the void. It was almost impossible to distinguish the trajectory of the ancient sword with his eyes, but Yang Ji felt a certain rhythm from it.
"This is swordsmanship!"
A thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind.
After being clueless at first, Yang Ji had gradually figured out some rules. Now he saw that it was a "sword move".
This kind of "sword move" is not static, but adapts to different opponents and derives countless changes to achieve the goal of defeating the enemy!
This was the first time that Yang Ji had encountered this kind of sword move. In the past, every move was a secret, and every move was agreed upon, so there was no room for mistakes or omissions in the slightest.
But "Immortal Sword" is different. Its biggest feature is sharpness, practical combat, one-hit victory, and effectiveness!
Yang Ji looked at it carefully, all the changes were projected into the depths of his mind, and he remembered them one by one.
"The master leads you in, and you practice within yourself." Having strong enough mental power to understand the mysteries in the sutras and paintings is the first step. And understanding the secrets from the sutras and paintings is the second step.
The same secret skill, learned by different people, will produce different feelings. This is "talent", and the second step is the time when talent is most tested.
"Buzz!"
After an unknown amount of time, Yang Ji's eyes flashed, his mental energy was exhausted, and he finally got out of that state.
"The first move is to let the immortal guide you!"
Yang Ji pondered for a moment, took out a stack of rice paper from his body, dipped it in ink, and wrote a line of words on it. "Immortal Guidance", this is the first name Yang Ji gave to the secret skill in "Immortal Sword".
"Immortal guides the way" does not refer to the "road", but to the "heart". This sword move is just a skill. Once it is struck, it will definitely penetrate into the opponent's "heart". A fatal blow is completely aimed at the blow.
Going to the enemy.
"Swordsman is also a killing weapon. It's really good."
Yang Ji thought of a sentence about swords in the "Martial Arts" and thought to himself.
"Immortal" refers to "sword". The immortal is solitary and ethereal, and the dragon can see its head but not its tail. It is used to describe the sword, which means that the sword technique is like that of an "immortal", ethereal, traceless, and unstoppable.
By the time you find out, a trick of "immortal guidance" has already penetrated your heart!
——This is the power of "Immortal Sword" and the terrifying part of swordsmanship.
In terms of grade alone, this volume of "Immortal Sword" is definitely higher than "Zuo Guangdou's" "Quick Sword". Zuo Guangdou's "Quick Sword" has only one move and one characteristic, and that is speed.
The "Immortal Sword" has more than one move, and the opponent's reaction is also included in the test.
Swish!~
Yang Ji's brush shook as he drew sword moves one after another on the white paper. At first glance, these sword moves seemed light and elegant, but upon closer inspection, they were blurry, with only a faint meaning in them.
One after another, the ink on the inkstone left one portrait after another on the white paper. These portraits are the "framework" of the "immortal guide" in Yang Ji's mind after projection analysis, deduction, and streamlining.
Yang Ji has not used this method to learn martial arts for a long time. However, in the past, it was mainly based on painting and supplemented by spirit. Now, it is mainly based on "projection analysis" in his mind, supplemented by painting.
By the time Yang Ji stopped writing, there were already twelve vivid portraits on the table. The thick pen and ink formed lines of ink, like sharp swords that were about to burst out of the paper and penetrate directly into his state of mind.
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This is the artistic conception of the fairy sword guiding the way.
Yang Ji is proficient in calligraphy, but not in calligraphy and painting. He has moved from brushwork to portraiture, and has always followed the path of expressing the spirit without conveying the form. No matter how complicated something is, Yang Ji can extract the essence of it by just standing and observing it for a moment.
Integrated into the paper. (To be continued...)
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