The myth of crossing the heavens

Chapter 8 Songshan's visit
"Bullshit."

Yi Qingchen rolled his eyelids: "I'm delighted because I saw the superb swordsmanship, what do you know, little girl? Brother, wait for me to recover and think about it, let's come back later."

"Don't be arrogant or discouraged, Chen'er is a good seedling."

Yue Buqun nodded slightly, thinking: "With Chen'er, Chong'er can also save me some worry."

Yi Qingchen discovered a pattern in the process of constant exchanges.

The speed at which the sparring can gain progress depends on the benefits he can obtain from the sparring.

For example, after a sparring session, he discovered many shortcomings of himself, or he kept finding ways to break through Linghu Chong's sword moves during the sparring process.

These are the benefits.

The more income, the greater the progress.

Less income means less progress.

Therefore, the fiercer Linghu Chong's attack was, the more progress he made.

But there is also a prerequisite for this, that is, he has practiced swordsmanship well enough.

Only after diligent practice and improvement of basic skills can he find a way to defeat the enemy in the face of a flash of inspiration.

It is useless if you just think hard and think hard to break the trick.

Therefore, hard training is also necessary to carry out sparring.

Gradually, Yi Qingchen persisted longer and longer under Linghu Chong's attack.

From twenty strokes to thirty strokes, to forty strokes, fifty strokes...

Yi Qingchen's martial arts are low and he has a huge room for improvement, and he is chasing Linghu Chong at a terrifying speed.

A month passed quickly, and Yi Qingchen ushered in the first New Year on Mount Hua.

It was snowing all over the sky, and the top and bottom of Huashan Mountain became covered with snow.

Yi Qingchen used the lightness kung fu he had just learned to run wildly in the snow, wanting to practice the lightness kung fu of stepping on the snow without a trace.

Yue Lingshan yelled after him heartlessly, and was caught by Linghu Chong to help build a snowman.

Master is writing Spring Festival couplets, and Master's wife is busy with the New Year's Eve dinner.

For the New Year's Eve, Master specially bought firecrackers at the foot of the mountain, and planned to set them off on New Year's Eve.

Year-round.

Yi Qingchen looked at the four of them, and suddenly felt like they had a family.

This kind of warm scene really makes me want to lie down.

The New Year's Eve dinner is rich, with wine and meat.

Lao Yue drank a few more glasses, suddenly became very excited, rushed into the heavy snow, drew his sword and danced.

"Junior Sister, let's fight swords!"

The wife of the master responded and applauded, and she had already drawn her sword out of its sheath when she rushed into the heavy snow.

Like a bolt of thunder, the long sword galloped straight to Lao Yue's chest.

The sword energy was fierce, sweeping away the snowflakes on the road.

Lao Yue laughed loudly, with a move of 'Jinyan Hengkong', he pushed aside the long sword, and counterattacked with a move of 'You Feng Lai Yi'.

The two cast their swordsmanship, and their figures intersected with the sword light.

So fast it's almost indistinguishable.

Yi Qingchen and the three watched with wide eyes, learning the secrets of their swordsmanship.

Well, not Yue Lingshan, she was just watching the fun.

After a while, Yi Qingchen was surprised to find that there was not a single snowflake falling within ten feet of the fight between master and wife.

All the snowflakes were melted or swept away by the sword energy.

The speed of swordsmanship is so fast.

"The upper limit of Huashan's swordsmanship is very high!"

Yi Qingchen secretly thought in his heart, determined to continue to practice Huashan swordsmanship firmly.

After the Chinese New Year, in the blink of an eye, another two months.

The spiritual power has not yet reached nine o'clock, and the progress of Huashan's internal strength is first filled by diligent practice.

As for the Huashan swordsmanship, it had been upgraded to the fifth level the day before.

Yi Qingchen closed her eyes and absorbed the knowledge from the empowerment in the golden light.

Because it is the progress of self-cultivation, the system does not give much knowledge, but it integrates the harvest of cultivation.

The speed and control of internal force have been greatly improved.

Yi Qingchen opened the martial art panel.

Name: Yi Qingchen
Status: Disciple of Huashan

Strength: You are an unknown person, use the sword in your hand to open up new worlds!
Spirit Power: 5
Martial arts:

Huashan internal strength (small success) 1/2700 ＋

Huashan Swordsmanship (Access to the Chamber) 15/8100 +
Huashan Lightness Kung Fu (rough skin) 250/300 +
In this data, the distance between Huashan swordsmanship and Huashan internal strength has been completely widened.

It's not that Yi Qingchen doesn't pay attention to internal strength, on the contrary, he now spends more time resting his internal strength in the morning, noon and evening every day than he devotes to swordsmanship.

But he couldn't bear the long time-consuming internal strength training, and he didn't have the advantage of swordsmanship that could be improved in the sparring.

You can't compete with others for internal strength every day.

That thing is extremely dangerous, and if it is not good, it will kill people.

But now the growth rate of spiritual power is far behind the speed of martial arts improvement, and it is impossible to use spiritual power to improve internal strength.

Yi Qingchen has already spent a lot of time on internal strength training. At the same time, he is constantly consuming internal strength when practicing swordsmanship and lightness skills, increasing the number of times of using and recovering internal strength, and improving the progress of internal strength as much as possible.

But the practice of internal strength is slow, and it needs to be done slowly.

Yi Qingchen thinks of spiritual power for the nth time, how can he obtain a large amount of spiritual power?

Ding!
Linghu Chong blocked the long sword that was piercing Qiang's heart, and his figure dodged to the left and right.

Yi Qingchen dragged his sword to the right, attacking in the direction he was sliding.

The tip of the sword narrowly slipped past Linghu Chong's wrist.

The figures of the two people rose and fell, and a cold light shone between them.

Yue Lingshan clasped her hands and looked nervous.

After a while, the two separated.

Yi Qingchen was short of breath, her clothes were messy, and there were some sword marks.

Linghu Chong only breathed a little fast, and there was no sword mark on his whole body.

But he looked a little disappointed.

"Junior Brother, your martial arts progress is too fast. You have increased from 120 strokes to [-] strokes in just three months. If you continue at this speed, you will catch up to me in half a year."

"Senior brother, I was joking. I'm still far from you. If it wasn't for your daily guidance, I might not know how far I've practiced now."

Yi Qingchen said: "Besides, the more you practice martial arts, the more difficult it is, and the speed of improving martial arts will only become slower and slower in the future. How can it be so easy to catch up with senior brother?"

Linghu Chong shook his head.

Yi Qingchen's martial arts is what he saw and pointed out by his instructor, no one knows better than him how fast Yi Qingchen can practice.

The reason why he can still beat Yi Qingchen now is purely due to his long working years.

Four years against one year, naturally four years are stronger.

But as time goes by, his age advantage will become smaller and smaller.

It is inevitable that Yi Qingchen will surpass him at that time.

More than ten days passed.

Yi Qingchen was practicing swordsmanship when he suddenly saw four people coming from the foot of the mountain.

One is in front and three are behind, each with a sword hanging from his waist.

The blade of the sword is broad, one or two fingers wider than the saber of the Huashan School.

People from the Songshan School.

Yi Qingchen murmured in his heart the purpose of the Songshan School, drew his sword and went up to meet him: "The four gentlemen are very polite, I don't know what is the purpose of coming to Huashan?"

"Songshan sent Lu Bai to visit Senior Brother Yue, and asked the little brother to report on his behalf."

The leading man said softly.

"It turned out to be Uncle Lu from the Songshan School. The younger generation is rude, please forgive me, Uncle Lu."

Yi Qingchen pretentiously led the three of them towards Youbuweixuan.

After walking two steps, Yue Buqun came out to welcome him, he laughed and said, "I said that the magpies were chirping today, so it turned out that Senior Brother Lu is here, please come in quickly."

Lu Bai also laughed loudly, and after saying a few words on the scene, they walked into the place together.

After exchanging pleasantries, Lu Bai's expression changed, and he took out the five-color order flag from his arms: "Senior Brother Yue, the leader of the left alliance has orders."

Yue Buqun got up: "Brother Lu, please tell me."

(End of this chapter)