The rain is like hemp, and it is dense and continuous. The wind comes suddenly, and the smoke and willows are shaken.
It seemed like he was mumbling to himself, or like singing softly. As Li Changyuan drew his sword, he explained the sword technique and its meaning in his mouth:
"The husband is a sword! Show it with weakness, open it with advantage. Use it later to launch it, and be the first to reach it... Listen to the time and don't sharpen it; follow its nature and don't shake its edge; because of its heart, don't restrain it.
His pride...
Follow it when you lead it, push it away, respond to it when you feel it, feel it and observe it...just like a boy shepherding sheep, carrying a stick and following it, wanting to go east and going east, wanting west and going west...What they like is what I like.
; What they are good at is also my strength; show weakness with weakness, and become strong when encountering strength...
Be simple and have no desire to win; follow the path and do not act rashly; have no other aspirations but the highest good... Do not hide selfish motives and always have justice; do not indulge in selfish desires and always maintain righteousness; do not pursue personal grudges and always maintain righteousness.
Thinking of peace..."
Every sentence is like a heavy hammer, hitting Yang Chaoxi's heart, giving people a mysterious feeling of saying something small and meaning something, turning the clouds and revealing the sun.
At this time, a blessed realization suddenly appeared in his mind: If you do nothing, you can do anything! You only don't fight, so you can't fight with him!
Huang Shuo looked at Yang Chaoxi, who was fascinated by the Dao for the first time, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly: Is such a perfunctory swordsmanship worthy of showing his sage in front of others? Is Junior Brother Yang's brain broken?
Cheap master, just a few incomprehensible words can lead to confusion! Sure enough, the authorities are confused, but the bystanders know clearly. The ancients did not deceive me!
The more Huang Shuo thought about it, the angrier he became. He actually snatched the wooden sword from Yang Chaoxi's hand, suddenly picked up two sword flowers, and rushed towards Li Changyuan. Using clumsiness to match skill, using bends to hit straight lines, and using softness to defeat hardness, it was surprisingly demonstrated by Yang Chaoxi just now.
"Gongsun Swordsmanship"!
Li Changyuan watched everything from Huang Shuo grabbing the sword, holding the flower, to attacking, but he showed no emotion or anger. As Huang Shuo struck out with one sword after another, Li Changyuan just kept avoiding, and only occasionally struck with a sword.
, but it pointed at Huang Shuo's Kongmen exactly. Huang Shuo had no choice but to withdraw his sword to block it, and then found an opening to attack...
However, for Yang Chaoxi, this was also a rare opportunity to observe and practice. He didn't have to worry about the safety of the two of them, and he could clearly analyze the pros and cons of the two sets of swordsmanship. So in his eyes, the scene in front of him seemed strange and funny.
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The moves of Huang Shuo's wooden sword are circular, clumsy and airtight. The weak and simple sword moves imply fierce attacks. The moves of Li Changyuan's bamboo sword are not complicated at all. They seem to be passive and relaxed in response to the enemy.
Entertainment, in fact, every time the sword is thrust out, attack it and you will save it.
The wooden sword and the bamboo sword, like two chasing white butterflies, fly through the flowers and around the stems, flying up and down. Occasionally they come into contact and make a dull sound: Puff, puff! Puff!
The spring rain fell slowly and slowly, splashing a light mist. It enveloped the two running figures, showing a bit of mystery and aloofness.
Within a few breaths, Huang Shuo's forehead was already covered with water drops, whether it was rain or sweat. He clenched the wooden sword in his hand tightly, trembling slightly, as if facing a powerful enemy. It seemed that the sword light that occasionally pierced him gave him a great blow.
The pressure. However, Gongsun's swordsmanship, which was originally smooth and smooth, became a little stagnant. Several times, the sword was stabbed by the bamboo sword that was thrust casually. The strange elasticity was transmitted into the tiger's mouth, and the palm of the hand went numb, and the wooden sword almost fell off.
And out...
Although Yang Zhaoxi could not empathize with him, looking at Huang Shuo's expression, he knew that every time the two swords clashed, he would suffer a hidden loss. This hidden loss would inevitably wear away his fighting spirit and self-confidence after being accumulated for a long time, and he would eventually surrender. Seeing this
Huang Shuo was struggling to hold on as he struggled to support himself. He was expected to lose in just a moment.
"Choke!" A white rainbow penetrated from outside the martial arts arena! The person who came was described as having a clear face with frost on his temples. He waved a long sword with a cold light and laughed loudly: "Fellow Taoist Changyuan! You actually took advantage of the old Taoist's absence to bully my disciple.
Do you think there is no one in my superior view?"
"Brother Gongsun Dao! You and I have not fought each other for many years. Now that you are in high spirits, why not have a good time?" Li Changyuan also smiled brightly, but ignored Master Gongsun's questioning.
The person who came was Sun Xuantong, the master of Shangqing Guan. Following him, entering the martial arts field, was Yuan Yizi Tong Chunxi, the master of Linji Guan. He was holding an oil-paper umbrella, talking and smiling, looking at the shape.
The naughty boy Gongsun Xuantong had a touch of undetectable tenderness in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
Yang Zhaoxi looked slightly embarrassed: he went to the temple with his master last night and had not seen Tong Chunxi before. So he hurriedly stepped forward, bowed his hands and said: "Aunt Chunxi is well! My nephew came uninvited and made trouble, please forgive me.
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"A death sentence is inevitable, and a living crime is inevitable! You will be punished by cleaning the toilets of Linjiguan for three days! Cack!" A female voice like a silver bell came from behind Tong Chunxi. Immediately, Yue Xizi Tanqing's weird face suddenly appeared.
In front of me, I looked at him with a smile.
"Yue Xizi, you are a guest when you come here, so don't be rude!" Tong Chunxi scolded with a smile, then looked at Yang Chaoxi and said, "I heard from Yu Lingzi that you were also hiding in Tongyuan Canal a few days ago, talking to the people.
Together, it’s really hard for you to work in muddy water..."
"Aunt Chunxi's words are serious! My nephew is just pretending to be a show, and he's not really going there to earn money as a coolie." Yang Zhaoxi cupped her hands and said with a smile.
"No matter what, be careful in everything!" Tong Chunxi warned kindly before turning his attention to the martial arts field again.
Huang Shuo had already withdrawn from the battle group and stood in a corner of the martial arts arena panting. Tan Qing held an oil-paper umbrella and handed another spare oil-paper umbrella to Huang Shuo. He inadvertently leaned towards Yang Zhaoxi and slightly raised the umbrella cover in his hand.
, covering Yang Chaoxi’s head.
Two Taoist chiefs on the showcase were turned into one Huang Yibai and two wipes.
It turns out that "Gongsun Sword Technique" has such wonderful effects! It seems that my understanding in the past was too superficial! And the seemingly lazy "Wuwei Sword Technique" is not inferior at all. Every time I find the iron sword's empty door,
Then he strikes out decisively, and there is no disadvantage in any direction.
Gongsun Zhenren's sword moves were circular and unhurried. Arcs of light fell like flowing water and merged into a sword net, covering Li Changyuan's whole body, making it inevitable to avoid him. The sword moves seemed clumsy, but they were just right.
The swords are all arcs, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false. The sword's intention is soft and weak, but it keeps pulling like a tendon... The sense of endless mystery is dizzying!
Hundreds of thousands of Yang Yuan Qi are poured into the iron sword, gathering on the blade, making a chirping sound. Occasionally, the bamboo sword will be accidentally penetrated by thousands of Yang Yuan Qi on the sword surface, and many small tiny particles will appear on the sword.
If Li Changyuan had not poured Yang Yuan Qi into the bamboo sword, the holes would have expanded, forming defects, and the bamboo sword would have fallen apart.
The rain wetted the bamboo sword and filled the tiny holes. Every time it was stabbed, a cloud of water droplets would come out. The water droplets splashed everywhere and mixed with the dense raindrops, quickly soaking the two men's robes.
When Li Changyuan received Gongsun Zhenren's first sword, he put away his laziness and concentrated on the sword moves. With his full attention, every sword strike by Gongsun Zhenren seemed to slow down in his eyes. The mystery was no longer mysterious.
Instead, it turns into disassembled frames:
The so-called using clumsiness to respond to skill is nothing more than understanding the opportunity first and then attacking first; the so-called using a crooked way to attack the straight is nothing more than avoiding the sharp edge and then attacking in the east; the so-called using softness to overcome hardness is nothing but a counterattack after being unable to resist forcefully. The reason why I feel that
It's mysterious, it's just that ordinary people can't see clearly!
Li Changyuan used the "Inaction Sword Technique", using the bamboo sword as a false move, teasing the iron sword to come in behind. He immediately avoided the sharp edge of the iron sword and took a deflection, and a bamboo sword stabbed directly into Gongsun Zhenren's arm. Gongsun Zhenren
Caught off guard, his arms hurt, and the iron sword in his hand slowed down. He turned from attack to defense and returned the sword to protect his whole body.
Li Changyuan succeeded in the blow, withdrew his sword and walked away, then swung his sword straight at Gongsun Zhenren's right hand holding the sword. As expected, Gongsun Zhenren retracted his right hand, raised his round sword, and pointed it at Li Changyuan's lower abdomen. Li Changyuan's lower abdomen sharply contracted, and his body arched into a "big
"Shrimp", the bamboo sword in his hand moved down smoothly.
It turns out that Gongsun Zhenren's attack on the lower abdomen just now was a feint, and his real intention was to steal Li Changyuan's neck. Li Changyuan had already understood the trick of "striking in the east and attacking in the west", and the bamboo sword was blocked in advance, blocking the thrusting sword. Then he struck again.
After twisting and picking up the iron sword, the iron sword in Zhenren Gongsun's hand lost control and deflected, grazing Li Changyuan's left shoulder and flying into the air.
Li Changyuan turned the bamboo sword upside down and knocked it out, and the sword pierced Zhenren Gongsun's arm again. Zhenren Gongsun could no longer hold his right hand, and an iron sword rushed out of the martial arts arena and flew towards Yuexi Zi Tan Qing!
Tan Qinghua's face turned pale and she stood there blankly, forgetting to dodge! Yang Chaoxi was nearby, and before he could think about it, he reached out and hooked her upper arm, pulling her towards him.
The oil-paper umbrella fell from the hand, and the iron sword hit the handle of the umbrella. Like a fallen dandelion seed, it flew backwards. Then there was a soft "ding" sound, and the oil-paper umbrella was nailed to the wall by the iron sword.
, half of the umbrella cover has been broken off, and it appears to be damaged.
Tan Qing's attention had just been focused on the flying iron sword. Yang Zhaoxi suddenly pulled it and lost his center of gravity. He fell to his side with a sound of "ah". Yang Zhaoxi was in a hurry and had to come to his aid.
, grabbed Tan Qing's slender waist and stopped her falling figure.
At this time, there was a moment of silence in the martial arts arena. General Tan Qing did not fall down, leaning in Yang Chaoxi's arms, as if being forcibly held, staring innocently at Yang Chaoxi with bright eyes. Boundless rain fell,
Gradually it soaked into Tan Qing's shirt and skirt, and her convex body began to look bulging, as if she was trying to break free from the constraints of her shirt and skirt...
With the beauty in his arms, Yang Zhaoxi's mind went blank. It took him a long time to come to his senses, but he had overreacted. Although his original intention was to help others, his actions at this moment had already exceeded the defense of men and women, so that the other four people in the field all
Eyes shifted to him.
"It's really gratifying that Fellow Daoist Changyuan has improved so much in his swordsmanship! Old Taoist, thank you Fellow Daoist Changyuan for showing mercy!" Master Gongsun was the quickest to respond. He quickly surrendered to Li Changyuan and turned their attention back to the martial arts arena.
"Brother Gongsun has not exerted his full strength, so this sword fight is not enjoyable. When I have time someday, I will have a hearty duel with Brother Dao again..." Li Changyuan also bowed his hands and saluted.
Tong Chunxi and Huang Shuo's gazes gradually retracted, and they continued to pay attention to the two swordsmen.
The embarrassment between Yang Zhaoxi and Tan Qing was finally ignored by several people with a tacit understanding. The two of them separated their bodies and stood still, not daring to look at each other again.