Tang Mang was smart since he was a child and had a photographic memory. Later, he practiced the Tianxing Soul Refining Art, and his soul became stronger and his wisdom expanded. He carefully recalled Shen Qingyun's ordinary sword just now in his mind. Tang Mang pondered for a moment, his hands
His eyes lit up and he blurted out: "If you hit a snake seven inches, four taels will move a thousand catties."
"Haha, good, good, good, you are really smart, you can tell at once."
Shen Qingyun was extremely satisfied with Tang Mang's answer. When he looked at Tang Mang, his eyes became more and more joyful. He laughed loudly and pointed out to Tang Mang: "If you want to reach the level of mastery in basic swordsmanship, you must carry the sword with you and follow the movement of the sword. You
It’s promising.”
The words were still spoken, and Tang Mang did not attack Tang Mang again. He swung the long sword in his hand, and his moves were all basic swordsmanship.
For a moment, Shen Qingyun's figure wandered around, sometimes ethereal, sometimes as light as a swallow, sometimes chilling, sometimes swift.
He drew his sword cleanly and neatly, either slashing, thrusting, or slanting, every move seemed to be a stab, but in fact it was a false move.
The sword is swung like an antelope hanging on its legs, with no pattern and no trace to be found.
Tang Mang held his breath, opened his eyes wide, and watched intently. He felt that Shen Qingyun's swordsmanship was superb. The more he watched, the more he felt that he had a better understanding of basic swordsmanship and even the way of swordsmanship.
"Basic swordsmanship, although I have learned all the moves, the use of the sword is still too rigid and I don't know how to learn and use it."
Tang Mang frowned and pondered: "But our ancestor is different. His swordsmanship moves seem to be all basic swordsmanship, but in fact many swordsmanship moves have long been separated from the basic swordsmanship. When the sword comes out, there is no trace, making it difficult to guard against."
"Whoosh!"
At this moment, the light was dazzling.
Shen Qingyun suddenly came to Tang Mang. With a clang of the long sword in his hand, he stopped half an inch between Tang Mang's eyebrows and asked, "Did you see clearly all the sword moves I just made?"
Tang Mang didn't answer, nodded, and shook his head.
Shen Qingyun's eyes lit up, he stood up with his sword put away, and asked with a smile: "Do you understand?"
"Returning to our ancestors, I understand a little bit."
"Oh? Tell me about it."
"Basic swordsmanship was ultimately created by others."
Tang Mang talked eloquently, "Although it has been modified by many experts over the years to eliminate the bad and retain the essence, in the end, the sword moves were created by others. If I want to practice swordsmanship, I must have my own understanding and create my own sword."
Go ahead and follow your own path of swordsmanship."
After hearing this, Shen Qingyun couldn't stop laughing wildly: "A child can be taught, and a child can be taught. Little guy, you have a good understanding. You can understand the art of swordsmanship to such an extent at a young age. You are much better than I was back then."
"Ancestor Miao Zan, his disciples are terrified."
Tang Mang hurriedly said: "If it weren't for the guidance of our ancestors today, this disciple would never be able to understand the secrets of the sword."
"Okay, I don't have much time, so I will teach you all my life's knowledge of swordsmanship."
After Shen Qingyun finished speaking, he thought of something, hesitated for a moment, and wanted to say something.
Tang Mang observed the words and expressions and immediately said: "Ancestor, you have something to do but please give me your instructions."
Shen Qingyun first shook his head, and finally sighed: "Boy, although I, Shen Qingyun, am the ancestor of the Qingyun Sect, I was a core disciple of the Tongtian Sword Sect in my early years, but I left the sect because of an incident. If you can go to Tongtian in the future,
Sword Sect, I hope you can give my master a message."
"Ancestor's master?" Tang Mang was surprised.
Qingyunmen was founded by Shen Qingyun more than a thousand years ago.
Over the years, the Qingyun Sect only knew that Shen Qingyun was powerful and a top genius in swordsmanship. They did not know that Shen Qingyun was once a core disciple of the Tongtian Sword Sect.
Tang Mang had read "Detailed Explanation of the Mainland" and knew that the Tongtian Sword Sect was one of the seven sects of the Right Way, a super sect in the mainland, with millions of disciples, and everyone practiced swordsmanship and their swordsmanship was superb.
Seeing Tang Mang's surprised face, Shen Qingyun nodded and said: "Yes, my master is Gong Sunyang, the elder of the inner sect of the Tongtian Sword Sect. He was a master of the Star Transformation Realm back then. Not surprisingly, he should still be alive now. If you can see him
He said that Qingyun knew what happened back then and was wrong."
After saying that, he looked up at the sky with a melancholy look on his face.
Seeing Shen Qingyun looking at the sky with regret in his eyes, Tang Mang understood that Shen Qingyun was also a man with stories. He pointed to the sky and swore: "Ancestor, don't worry, if this disciple has a chance to meet Ancestor Gongsun Yang, he will definitely tell your story."
Bring it to.”
Shen Qingyun came back to his senses and nodded with a smile: "Okay, close your eyes now, relax, don't think about anything, and don't resist."
Tang Mang closed his eyes as he was told and completely relaxed his mind. Then he felt a strange energy rush into his eyebrows, and then his mind felt a pain, and countless pictures emerged.
These scenes are all scenes of Shen Qingyun practicing swordsmanship. In the end, there are even scenes of Shen Qingyun's understanding of the sword's intention.
This insight was far more detailed and profound than what was recorded in the swordsmanship experience. It allowed Tang Mang to avoid many detours and hopefully comprehend the meaning of the sword earlier.
Various images flashed in his mind, and Tang Mang just stood there.
After a while, the picture faded away.
Tang Mang opened his eyes still unfinished and looked intently, where was Shen Qingyun still? He had already disappeared without a trace.
Looking at the empty space around him, Tang Mang knew that Shen Qingyun's remnant soul was probably gone. While feeling sad, he knelt down on the ground and kowtowed: "The great kindness of our ancestors will never be forgotten by this disciple."
…
"What is the ultimate trial? Why doesn't Tang Mang quit?"
"You won't get lost in the illusion, will you?"
"This is impossible. Tang Mang is in good condition on the Huanshi Platform, and there is no sign of being lost at all."
"No, and this guy seems lost. Instead, he seems to have got a huge treasure. Look, he is actually smiling!"
"Uh, he, he's really smiling!"
"Damn, what is this kid laughing about? It's been half an hour, and we're still waiting to enter the fantasy world. How long do we have to wait?"
…
Just when Shen Qingyun was imparting insights into Tang Mang's swordsmanship, many outer disciples of the Qingyun Sect were talking about it, and some were even impatient to wait.
Seeing the noise in the scene, Yi Yun shouted: "Noisy, shut up."
"Elder Yi Yun, Tang Mang hasn't come out yet, how long should we wait?"
Some outer disciples couldn't help but ask.
Yi Yun snorted coldly: "When will we wait? Of course we will wait until Tang Mang comes out."
The outer disciple complained, "What, if he never comes out, then won't we keep waiting?"
Yi Yun frowned slightly, looked around the audience, and said coldly: "From now on, if anyone is dissatisfied, they can leave, but they will lose their qualifications for the outer sect competition."
As soon as these words came out, no one spoke, but many people looked at Tang Mang with extremely unhappy eyes. After all, it was already noon, and the sun was blazing above their heads.
Fortunately, Tang Mang didn't keep people waiting for long. Just after noon, he had an idea and exited the illusion. He stood up and stretched his body, and then jumped off the fantasy stone platform.
As soon as he jumped off the Huanshi Platform, Tang Mang found that many people were looking at him dissatisfied. He couldn't help scratching his head, and he was a little confused.