After hearing Rong Que's words, Old Huo nodded slightly, thought it made sense, and then smiled and said, "Master, please try what strength your soul has grown to."
"Yes, I have to see what the benefits of this soul power is, which should surprise me." As he said that, Rong Que closed his eyes. For a moment, the soul power rolled out and penetrated his body, spreading throughout the entire Lianxin Peak Hall.
Hu Tu has never left since Qingque closed his eyes. When he felt Rongque's soul power, he immediately smiled slightly and said to himself softly: "Yes, although not majestic, it is better than pure. If you practice well, you will become a great person in your life."
Just as the power of soul spread all over the hall, an image suddenly appeared in Rong Que's mind, which was similar to the image presented by wave sensing, but it was clearer, and even some small corners could not escape his eyes.
"Is this the power of the soul? So magical." Rong Que opened his eyes and looked at his hands. In his eyes, everything began to change differently. The details of any thing can be seen. It feels like he has always been blind.
Hu Tu touched his super long beard, stood up, walked towards the entrance of the hall, and said as he walked: "Xiaoque, you are the champion of the martial arts competition. There was a chance to challenge the inner disciples, but not all inner disciples are bullied by the yellow dragon. You can understand this qigong scroll carefully and learn it as soon as possible." As he said that, he took out a scroll that looked a bit worn out from the storage ring and threw it to Rongque, and then walked out of the hall.
After taking the scroll, Rong Que gave Hu Tu a disciple's greeting and murmured to himself: "Master, I will definitely not let you down your expectations for me."
As he said that, he opened the scroll in his hand and looked at it carefully. However, the more he looked, the deeper his brows frowned. In Rong Que's hand was a scroll of swordsmanship. Although he did not use any spiritual power, he did not have much power. Generally, this kind of qigong is a low-level qigong practiced by some outer disciples, but the scroll did not indicate what level of qigong it was.
"Is it because the master got it wrong? Why did you give me such qigong? It seems useless, right?" Rong Que frowned and said to himself strangely.
"Don't worry, practice first. With my current strength, I want to fight Zhao Peng, as long as I am careful, I will not lose." As he said that, he walked towards his residence with the scroll.
According to the practice method on the scroll, Rong Que borrowed an ordinary long sword from Ximen Xue, found a quiet and spacious place on the mountain peak, erected a few scarecrows, and opened the scroll. The three words on the scroll were accurate, fast, and hatred, but Rong Qu thought he had done a good job.
Holding the long sword, Rong Que looked at the scarecrows in front of him helplessly, raised his hand and waved his sword, and watched the scarecrows in front of him fall down. Rong Que smiled bitterly and said to himself: "Is this considered cultivation?"
Someone took out a scarecrow from the storage ring and stood it up, took two steps back, waved his sword, and fell down.
This lasted for a day until all the scarecrows were cut by Rong Que. It was already evening and the sun set. Looking at the scarecrow's remains all over the ground, Rong Que smiled helplessly, put away his long sword, and walked towards his residence.
After Rong Que left, a figure suddenly flashed in the open space. It was Hu Tu. He looked at the scarecrow wreckage all over the ground, frowned, shook his head, and said, "This kid is not practicing seriously at all, and he still has to give some instructions!"
As he said that, he took out a wooden man from his storage ring. There were many lines drawn on the wooden man, and each line was very ordinary. If a kendo master was here, he would be very surprised, because each line would undoubtedly expose the weakness of the human body's movements. As long as you cut it down according to that line at the right time, you can quickly solve a life.
"You should be inspired by this. If you don't have any results, I will slap you in the butt." Hu Tu smiled with satisfaction and turned around and left here.
Time passed, and the night passed again. Rong Que came to this open space again. He saw the wooden man in the middle of the open space at a glance. He looked at it with some confusion, then felt relieved and said, "This must be left by the master, but what are these lines?"
"I think it's the trajectory of wielding the sword, and I'm better at this." Just as Rong Que was confused, Ximen Xue's voice came from behind him.
"Senior brother, why are you here? You have more experience, come and help me see." Rong Que turned around and said in confusion.
Ximen Xue nodded, then began to look at the wooden man in front of her. The more she looked, the more frightened he became. In the end, he had the urge to draw his sword and chop it down. He turned around and said excitedly to Rong Que: "Junior brother, this is definitely a set of advanced qigong. Come and see, each line is a trajectory of a sword swing. I will demonstrate it to you."
As he said that, he drew out the long sword, made an attacking move by the wooden man casually, and said to Rong Que: "Look clearly, this sword is directly swung to the enemy's attack weakness." As he said that, he swung his sword and just passed along a line on the wooden man's body.
I don’t know what wood this wooden man was made of, it was extremely strong, and Ximen Xue’s sword left no trace on it.
He then made a regular defensive move on the wooden man and said to Rong Que: "This sword points directly to the enemy's defense gap." He waved his sword and saw Rong Que stunned.
"I know this time. This wooden man is clearly a set of advanced qigong." Ximen Xue put away her long sword and looked at the wooden man with a little hot eyes.
Rong Que nodded, pulled out the long sword in his hand, and put the wooden man in a move to perform Qigong. Then he took two steps and carefully observed the lines on the wooden man's body.
Seeing Rong Que being so serious, Ximen Xue nodded and left silently.
Ximen Xue left Rong Que without any feeling at all. All his senses were placed on the wooden man in front of him. The power of soul, wave sensation, and even murderous aura were all attached to the wooden man. The subconscious mind disguised the wooden man as Zhao Peng. The scene of fighting Zhao Peng last time with the Tiansha Peak reappeared in his mind.
With each move, Rong Que attached the wooden man to Zhao Peng. Now in Rong Que's mind, countless black lines have appeared on Zhao Peng. Each black line will be a fatal sword at a specific time and a specific move.
Every time Zhao Peng made a move, he paused for a moment. Rong Que found a sword that could take his life at this moment. With his eyes closed, Rong Que slowly raised the sword and waved it in the air. After the sword, he seemed to feel something was wrong. He frowned and stood up straight again. After a moment, he swung his sword.
In this way, Rong Que closed his eyes and waved a sword into the air every once in a while in the center of the open space. Sometimes he felt that he had swung it wrong and started again.
He waved tirelessly with one sword and one sword. Not far from the open space, Hu Tu was holding a wine gourd in one hand and a greasy chicken leg in the other hand, watching Rong Que's cultivation, nodded from time to time, and said, "It's not bad! It's worth commending. I'll improve my food tonight, but I'm still not allowed to drink."
Since Rong Que got drunk and made a big fuss in the Purple Bamboo Forest, Hu Tu refused to let Rong Que touch the wine, and he couldn't even smell it.
It seems that the day is fast or not. For Rong Que, it seems to have passed in the blink of an eye. From closing his eyes and swinging his sword to opening his eyes, he always feels that he has only swung one sword, and that fatal sword. The adventures seem to have no feeling, only the last sword.
The last sword was Zhao Peng's sword when he used Qigong, and there was no pause. Rong Que felt that the sword should be like this. At the moment when Zhao Peng rushed over, he raised his hand and waved the sword. He did not follow the black line routine, but just a random sword, and the illusion in his mind was broken and Zhao Peng died.
After a day passed, Rong Que looked up at the starry sky, smiled slightly, put away his long sword and turned away. His understanding of the sword finally started to begin. Although his realm has not improved much, during the battle, this sword may be the key to the decisive victory.
"Junior brother, you are finally back. Come on. Master is cooking today. It's so strange. Come and try it." As soon as he walked to the door of Lianxin Peak Hall, he heard Ximen Xue's cry.
Rong Que looked up and saw that there was a large dining table in the main hall with various dishes on it. Hu Tu and Ximen Xue were sitting at the dining table and waved to him.
Rong Que was stunned. This warm scene was only experienced by the Yan family. He had never felt this way after leaving home. Now, at Lianxin Peak, he regained the warm feeling in this. Looking at the smiles on Ximen Xue and Hu Tu's faces, Rong Que smiled unconsciously.
He approached the hall, looked at the two people who had not yet moved their chopsticks and said, "Why haven't you eaten yet? Start moving quickly, mine is almost starving to death." As he said that, he immediately picked up the dishes and chopsticks, picked up a piece of vegetables and put them in his mouth.
Looking at Rong Que's voracious look, Ximen Xue and Hu Tu immediately smiled, and then began to turn on their chopsticks. The three of them were like a family, eating a pot of rice and chatting.
"Master, have you not put salt? I really doubt how you lived when we didn't come."
"Boy, this is called a list. I eat more salt than you eat. It's your turn to teach me a lesson!"
"That's because you have a strong taste."
The three of them were noisy and had a very lively dinner. Rong Que hadn't felt like going home for a long time. He unconsciously thought of his father, Yan Wu, and his heart floated to Qingshan City: "Father, are you okay?"
"Junior brother, come and help. This last chicken leg is here, don't snatch it all for the master!" At this moment, Ximen Xue poked him with her hand, blinked her eyes and glanced at the last chicken leg on the table.
"Support immediately, senior brother, let's push the master's dominance policy together." Rong Que immediately jumped up, stared at the chicken legs viciously, and rolled up his sleeves.
Looking at Rong Que and Ximen Xue's attitude, Hu Tu was stunned, then roared, "You two little bastards, Master, I am so old, you don't let me eat a few chicken legs. I originally said that this last one is left for you, forget it, I'll eat it myself." As he said that, he stretched out his chopsticks and quickly grabbed the chicken legs into his bowl.