Three hundred and fiftieth chapters down the mountain
At the end of the sentence, Hong Qigong suddenly showed a cunning look on his face, "I'm dissatisfied with you for saying that the three moves you despise most are the three moves that are most closely related to the regrets of Kanglong. In other words, your Kanglong has regrets."
Even if you practice to a great extent, the power may still be minimal."
Murong Fu's face suddenly turned ugly. After all his efforts, he finally learned the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms as he wished, but they were not very powerful. How could this not make people angry? Looking at the honest-looking old man in front of him, I really wanted to go over and give him a slap.
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This kind of thought became more and more uncontrollable throughout his life. Murong Fu's eyes flashed red, and he suddenly rushed out and struck Hong Qigong with a palm.
Hong Qigong had previously felt a faint murderous aura in Murong Fu, and he was instinctively alert. Now seeing that he actually made a sneak attack, he could not help but frown slightly, ducked away, and shouted angrily: "Boy,...
What are you doing?"
Murong Fu acted as if he hadn't heard anything, and immediately turned his palm into his fingers when he missed a hit. However, when he pointed at Hong Qigong, there was no reaction at all.
"Boy, wake up!" Hong Qigong suddenly shouted loudly, the sound was like a bell.
Murong Fu was shaken and woke up immediately. It turned out that he had been competing in martial arts and practicing palm skills, and the internal energy of his Dantian was almost exhausted. He was unable to suppress the small solid particles in his Dantian, and almost lost his mind.
When he woke up, he realized that his vest was soaked through. He looked at Hong Qigong with a slight apology on his face, "Senior..."
Hong Qigong waved his hand to interrupt Murong Fu, then stared at him without blinking, frowning slightly, and after a while he took a breath, "Boy, I don't know why your internal strength is so strong, but your foundation is obviously unstable.
It's easy to get carried away by evil spirits. I advise you not to be eager for quick success. Please note that no matter how high your martial arts skills are, you are just a mortal. If you are controlled by your inner demons, you will eventually become a monster who only knows how to kill, and you will not end well!"
Murong Fu was shocked and immediately bowed solemnly, "Thank you for your teachings, senior. I will pay attention to this!"
Hong Qigong nodded, "Okay, the Dragon Subduing Palm has been passed on to you. It's Old Man Feng's turn to teach you the swordsmanship. The old beggar should step out of the way first!"
"Senior, walk slowly!"
"Sir, what happened to you just now?" Tingfeng came to Murong Fu after seeing Hong Qigong leave, and asked worriedly. After all, the aura of Murong Fu at that moment made even her and Chui Xue...
It feels extremely strange.
Murong Fu shook his head, "It's okay, I just ran out of energy and was a little mentally disturbed!"
He secretly decided in his heart that if it was not a life-or-death situation in the future, it would be better not to use the 30% of his internal energy rashly until the consequences of the Beiming Divine Art were completely resolved.
But when he saw Murong Fu sitting cross-legged, doing exercises and regulating his breath, he opened his mouth to listen to the wind, and then swallowed the words that came to his lips.
"Murong boy, I've taught you the swordsmanship. Hehe, what happened just now? Why did you make that old beggar so angry?" Feng Qingyang's voice came over with some gloating, and then Murong Fu stood a few feet away.
The white shadow flashed, and there stood a thin old man.
Murong Fu opened his eyes with a slight wry smile on his face, "Junior just now was careless in his performance and almost accidentally injured Senior Hong. Maybe it's because of this!"
"Really? The old beggar is not such a stingy person. Are you lying to me?" Feng Qingyang looked suspicious, obviously not believing it.
Since Hong Qigong didn't tell him, Murong Fu was even more incapable of telling, so he immediately changed the subject, "How dare I, junior, by the way, I don't know about the Dugu Nine Swords..."
When Feng Qingyang saw that he didn't want to say anything, he immediately stopped talking and turned to look at Tingting Feng and Chui Xue, remaining silent.
Murong Fu understood immediately, "You should avoid it first!"
Ting Feng pouted and walked aside with Chui Xue.
Feng Qingyang casually picked up a branch of dead grass that was about two feet long on the ground. His internal energy shook, and the dead grass became straight. He shouted softly, "Watch it! I will only demonstrate it once!"
Then his body swayed, and the sword shadow filled the sky and enveloped the two of them.
Murong Fu, on the other hand, completely ignored the sword shadows and just watched Feng Qingyang's sword moves carefully.
In the blink of an eye, a stick of incense passed. Feng Qingyang finished the demonstration and glanced at Murong Fu lightly, "How do you remember it?"
Murong Fu shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I'm ashamed of myself. I only remember 60 to 70 percent of it!"
A strange color flashed through Feng Qingyang's eyes, "It's not bad to be able to remember 60 to 70%. Returning to my younger sister will lead to Wuwu, Wuwu will become the same person, and the same person will become rich. A will turn to C, B will turn to Geng, and Geng will turn to Gui.
.The acquaintance of Zichou, the acquaintance of Chen and Si, the acquaintance of Wuwei..."
Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, and then his mind was shaken. This must be the mental method of Dugu Nine Swords, and he hurriedly memorized it carefully.
"Wind and thunder are changing, mountains and rivers are changing, water and fire are changing. Heaven and earth stimulate each other, earthquakes and shocks stimulate each other, Li and Xun stimulate each other..."
"There are three hundred and sixty variations of the general formula, which are used to practice various sword moves. Now I will teach you the sword-breaking form..."
In the blink of an eye, half an hour passed. All Feng Qingyang was reciting were some obscure and complicated mental formulas. Just when Murong Fu was a little confused, Feng Qingyang's voice finally stopped.
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Feng Qingyang paused, "I have passed on all the mental techniques and moves to you. How much you can comprehend is up to you."
Murong Fu bowed and saluted, "Thank you, senior, for passing on the martial arts!"
Feng Qingyang waved his hand, "It doesn't matter. I'm willing to admit defeat, so I won't thank you. By the way, if you want to understand the sword energy, try not to fight the enemy empty-handed, use more swords, and the six-meridian divine sword is still missing for the time being.
It’s good to use it!”
Murong Fu's eyes flashed, "This junior must remember this!"
"Are you okay? Well, the old beggar is coming over!" At this time, Hong Qigong's slightly impatient voice came.
Feng Qingyang turned her head and glanced in Hong Qigong's direction, "Okay!"
Not long after, Hong Qigong swayed and came to the two of them. He glanced at Murong Fu with a half-smile but not a smile, "Boy, in the previous battle, the old beggar still had one special skill that he hadn't used yet. Are you interested?"
Another fight?”
Before Murong Fu could speak, Feng Qingyang glanced at Hong Qigong and said, "You'd better save yourself. Although your dog-beating stick technique is exquisite, it is definitely no match for the Six Meridians Divine Sword!"
For the past few months, the two of them had been competing and discussing moves on the top of Mount Hua. No one could do anything to the other, and they knew each other's moves very well.
Hong Qigong was stunned and was about to retort, but Murong Fu said hurriedly: "Senior's dog-beating stick technique is famous all over the world, and he is said to be the most exquisite stick technique in the world. I am naturally unbeatable. At this moment, I still have something to do.
Since I have something to do, I’ll take my leave first!”
"Oh, you..." Hong Qigong was still trying to persuade him to stay, but Murong Fu's figure was already several feet away and disappeared in a flash at the intersection going down the mountain.
Feng Qingyang and Hong Qigong looked at the direction Murong Fu was leaving, and were a little stunned for a while. After a while, Hong Qigong sighed with a complex expression, "I don't know if it is a blessing or not that such a martial arts prodigy appears in the world.
disaster……"
Feng Qingyang's face showed no concern at all, "What does that have to do with you?"
"This..." Hong Qigong was at a loss for words. After a long while, he smiled, "Yes, the old beggar has retired to the world. He doesn't care about worldly affairs. He doesn't care what he does. He just lives here with you these past few months. On the top of Huashan Mountain, where there is no shit, the taste is almost gone!”
Feng Qingyang rolled her eyes at him slightly, "In the past few months, chicken, duck, beef and mutton have been missing from the Huashan School kitchen many times, and I don't know who stole it!"
"Hahaha, how do I know this..." Hong Qigong smiled and said nothing.
"Congratulations, young master, you have obtained the best palm skill and the best palm skill in the world today...oh no, the second sword skill!"
On the way down the mountain, Ting Feng beside Murong Fu was so excited that her face turned red. It seemed that Murong Fu had obtained the secret skill and was happier than she herself.
Murong Fu shook his head, "It is undisputed that the first palm technique is the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, but the second sword technique in the world may not be the Dugu Nine Swordsmanship!"
"What is the second swordsmanship in the world?" Yue Lingshan asked curiously.
At this time, the eyes of Yue Lingshan and Lin Pingzhi could not express the joy, which showed that Feng Qingyang had also given them a lot of benefits.
Murong Fu pondered for a long time, "Although the Dugu Nine Swordsmanship is a rare and exquisite sword technique in the world, only those with shallow skills can exert its maximum power. On the contrary, it has little effect on people who are successful in internal skills. If you are successful in swordsmanship, , but it will become useless."
Yue Lingshan nodded in understanding, "What is the ranking of swordsmanship in the young master's mind?"
"Does the sword manual rank in my heart?" Murong Fu murmured, "The sword demon Dugu Qiufei's epee sword technique is still above Dugu Nine Swords, and Wudang Mountain Master Zhang's Tai Chi sword technique is not inferior to it. In addition, Xiang Xiang's sword technique is not inferior to it. The Liancheng swordsmanship of Zhongjingmen and the Golden Snake swordsmanship of Yuan Chengzhi of the Golden Snake Camp are not much inferior to the Dugu Nine Swordsmanship, even on the Knight Island in the East China Sea..."
Speaking of this, Murong Fu suddenly paused, his eyes gleaming.
Yue Lingshan had never heard of these legendary swordsmanship before, and she suddenly felt that she had learned a lot. Seeing Murong Fu stop, she couldn't help but said: "Is there any peerless swordsmanship on Xiake Island?"
"Shh", Tingfeng hurriedly made a gesture of silence, Yue Lingshan said nothing.
"Why hasn't Xia Ke Island come yet to issue orders to reward good deeds and punish evil deeds?" Murong Fu murmured softly. It should be almost time.
After thinking for a long time, Murong Fu couldn't figure out the reason, so he simply stopped thinking about it. When he looked around, he saw that everyone else was silent, and even the footsteps were extremely soft. He couldn't help but laugh and said: "What are you doing?" What’s more, why is it the same as being a thief?”
Tingfeng said "ah" and his face turned red.
Yue Lingshan rolled her eyes at Tingfeng and said enthusiastically: "Sir, you just mentioned Xiake Island. Is there any swordsmanship on Xiake Island?"
Murong Fu nodded, "Yes, the martial arts on Xiake Island are extremely weird. Whether it is sword skills, palm skills, knife skills, or eighteen types of weapons, they are not inferior to the martial arts of the Central Plains."
"But I heard that none of the people invited to Xiake Island came back. How could the young master know that?" Yue Lingshan looked like she was asking for the truth.
Murong Fu smiled and said, "Why do you ask so many questions? Did Xia Ke Island invite you?"
"I..." Yue Lingshan was at a loss for words. (To be continued)