Flashes of noise echoed on Lianxin Peak, which was the happiest moment after Rong Que left home.
After a meal, the three of them went back to their room to wash, turned off the lights, and lay on the bed. Rong Que couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Yan Wu's face kept coming to his mind, but it was always blurry, as if he was about to say something to him, but he was so anxious that he couldn't make a sound.
The night was getting deeper, and Rong Que tossed and turned around on the bed, always feeling that something was about to happen.
Early the next morning, Rong Que got up and washed up for a moment, and then went to the clearing ground in the back mountain as usual. At the pair of wooden men, each sword did not fall on the wooden men, but this made Rong Que's aura even sharper, just like a sword without a sharp edge. Although it was very sharp, it had no attack power.
"It seems that we have to speed up. In what year and year will it take to achieve something?" Rong Que opened his eyes, frowned, and looked at the sword in his hand and was distressed.
"Look at the sword!"
Just when Rong Que was worried, a scolding sounded, and then Rong Que felt a sharp rush approaching him quickly. He immediately turned around and raised his hand, and swung his sword.
"when!"
The sound of gold and iron intercourse sounded, Ximen Xue held the sword in one hand, with the tip of the sword resting on Rong Que's neck, and Rong Que's long sword had already landed a few meters away.
"Senior Brother? What are you doing?" Rong Que asked in confusion.
Ximen Xue smiled slightly, put away her long sword, and said, "I see that you have not made any progress for a long time, so I want to help you. Unfortunately, your swordsmanship is too bad. Let's do this, I will change the bamboo sword, and you and I will fight again and again." As he said that, he took out a prepared bamboo sword from the storage ring and gestured to Rong Que.
"Okay, let's fight according to senior brother." Rong Que didn't have to worry that his long sword would hurt Ximen Xue. During the martial arts competition, he had already seen Ximen Xue's sword technique. It was so fast and mastery of the sword. It was really difficult to hurt him with his own sword technique, unless he used the power of blood and energy.
"Occursed!" Rong Que raised his long sword and shouted loudly. His body rushed towards Ximen Xue like a terrifying robe. He swung his sword and pointed directly into the other party's chest.
Looking at Rong Que who was rushing towards him, Ximen Xue nodded. The speed of rushing forward was indeed very fast, but the speed of swinging the sword was more than a little slower. Thinking of this, Ximen Xue flipped his right hand and the bamboo sword slashed through the air, leaving a slight trace, and he pointed at the weakness of the long sword in Rong Que's hand.
"when!"
The long sword came out of his hand, drew a curve, and inserted it more than ten meters behind Rong Que. At this time, Ximen Xue's voice sounded, saying: "As a swordsman, you not only need exquisite swordsmanship, agile skills, but also a pair of eyes that can find the enemy's flaws and a heart facing death."
"Find out the flaw? But I think my flaw has been hidden very well. Why are you still discovered?" Rong Que frowned, pondered for a moment, and then asked curiously.
Ximen Xue took a deep breath and said, "Maybe you think there is no flaw on you, but in the eyes of a swordsman, there are many loopholes. Because the swordsman relies on flaws to cause damage. The sword is slender and long and does not weigh much. It is destined to be as powerful as a giant axe hammer. Although this can be changed by man-made, for example, like junior brother, you, a physical trainer, you can completely ignore the flaws and use the long sword as a giant axe, but that will lose the fundamental meaning of using the long sword."
Speaking of this, Ximen Xue turned her head and looked at Rong Que who was thinking, and said, "The meaning of using a long sword is to kill your enemy with the minimum consumption. As long as you find the flaws and kill the enemy with one blow, you don't need to make extra changes."
"But why do I see that some people need to perform a lot of gorgeous qigong when fighting with swords? Those seem to be useless?" Hearing this, Rong Que asked in confusion.
Ximen Xue looked at Rong Que, nodded, and smiled and said, "It seems that others don't look useful, but for the swordsman, every move is a guide sign that brings the enemy into his last sword, so all moves are prepared for the last sword."
"When will the last sword be released?" The more you asked, Rong Que became more confused, as if he was immersed in the great principles hidden in the sword, and countless questions emerged.
"The last sword can only be released when you are sure of it. When the enemy is full of flaws and has no intention of defending, it is when you take his life." Ximen Xue was not speechless about Rong Que's question, but answered patiently. This is a question that some beginners often wondered about, and Ximen Xue also used to do so back then.
In the following morning, Rong Que asked countless questions about kendo, and Ximen Xue also answered most of them one by one, but due to the limited understanding of kendo, he still couldn't understand some questions.
At this moment, Rong Que realized that the swordsman was not as simple as he thought. It was a profound science, and each sword needed to be thought carefully. After noon, Rong Que was thinking about Ximen Xue's words in the open space. After sorting it out, he had a preliminary understanding of the swordsman. Now the eyes of the wooden man seemed to penetrate all his flaws, but when he swung the sword, it seemed that something was wrong, and it was extremely awkward.
Although kendo is profound and extremely difficult to learn, Rong Que did not give up, because kendo can be said to be a knowledge that captures a lot of things. After learning, even if there is no sword in your hand, your eyes can penetrate flaws and fists can hit weaknesses, which is of great help to improve your own strength.
He slowly closed his eyes and Zhao Peng's figure appeared in his mind. There were many black silk threads on him. Looking at these silk threads, Rong Que stood with a sword. For a moment, Zhao Peng's figure rushed over quickly, twice as fast as yesterday, and he took action without mercy.
Start, swing the sword, block, retreat, work hard, and defend.
Everything was followed by Zhao Peng's movements. Rong Que tried his best to lure Zhao Peng's flaws out as much as possible.
It seemed extremely difficult to use a long sword to fight the enemy. Rong Que did not use the power of blood and energy. He wanted to try it. With the long sword alone, he could be on par with Zhao Peng a few months ago. If possible, then his chances of winning could be said to be 80%.
However, everything is not as good as others wish. Zhao Peng has practiced for many years, and Rong Que has no strength in a battle with his beginner's sword. Every time he fails very far from the last sword.
Although it failed, Rong Que has a new understanding of Zhao Peng's moves and has a more thorough understanding. Even if he changes his moves, he will not interrupt Rong Que's attack. Looking at the sky, he grinned and murmured: "Zhao Peng, if you have not made any progress in the past few months, you are not qualified to be my enemy."
Time is like flowing water, always passing by inadvertently. In the seven days, Rong Que's understanding of swordsmanship has made rapid progress. With the teachings of Ximen Xue and Hu Tu, the battle with Zhao Peng in his mind has been much closer to the last sword. It can be said that although Rong Que has not started practicing qi, his strength has not fallen one day in the past few years, and there are new breakthroughs every day. Although it is very weak, it has grown a lot.
This day was the moment when Rong Que decided to challenge his inner disciples. Rong Que got up early. After washing up, he did not go to the back mountain to practice. Instead, he sat quietly on his bed, rubbing the heavy ring on his hand, and recalled his father and Qingshan City in his mind. For some reason, his homesickness these days was particularly strong, as if something big was about to happen.
"It seems that after this challenge, I have to go back to Qingshan City to take a look. I don't know how my father is? The Qi training master shouldn't get older so easily." Rong Que frowned, and the anxious phantom of Yan Wu that night kept popping up in his mind.
At this moment, Ximen Xue's voice came from outside the door and said, "Junior brother, have you gotten up? Didn't you say you would challenge the inner disciple today?"
"Here you come." As he said that, Rong Que immediately opened the door and talked to Ximen Xue for a few words. Then the two of them walked out of Lianxin Peak.
Hu Tu left early in the morning. The arena that challenged the inner disciples was the martial arts arena at the last martial arts competition. There were quite a few people coming today, and Hu Tu was also among them. She sat at the highest point of the audience, next to her respectful Taomu and some inner disciples.
The inner disciples were filled with the audience. The moment Rong Que and Ximen Xue walked into the martial arts arena, everyone's eyes were cast, including different emotions, contempt, disdain, and coldness, as well as the fanaticism and excitement of some new disciples and Huang Long.
Rong Que ignored these gazes, and walked towards the ring after parting with Ximen Xue. At this time, a figure had already existed on the ring, with his back facing Rong Que, and his black hair was floating, and an extraordinary aura surged.
Looking at the back, Rong Que grinned and said, "Zhao Peng, it seems that you have not disappointed me, and you have improved a lot of strength."
"I have made enough preparations to make you die here. Even if you kneel down and beg for mercy today, I will not stop." Zhao Peng turned around and looked at Rong Que, his face suddenly rolled in anger. Facing his father-killing enemy, it was already very difficult for him to endure it for several months without taking action.
"If you want to kill me, you have to see if you have the ability." Walking along the stairs to the ring, Rong Que waved his hand without releasing a trace of momentum, which was in sharp contrast with Zhao Peng, who showed his murderous aura.
The moment Rong Que walked onto the ring, Zhao Peng had the urge to rush forward and tear him apart immediately, but after practicing for so long, he still had patience. So many years have passed, and it is not a short while.
"Senior Brother, do you have great confidence in your disciple? Although you have the power of blood, Zhao Peng seems not easy to deal with." Master Wu, who was sitting at the top of the audience, said softly to Hu Tu next to him.
Hearing Wu's words, Hu Tu smiled contemptuously and said, "What is Zhao Peng? How can he compare with my apprentice? What's wrong with your apprentice? What's so excited about my apprentice on stage to compete." As he said that, he also pointed to the boy with a worried expression beside Wu.
"They are from the same place. I heard that they are still very good buddies. It is normal to be so excited." Wu looked at his disciple and replied with a smile.