Comprehensive Martial Arts: Read to become a sage, use martial arts to break the ban

Chapter 167 Who Represents Bei Mang Sword

Yugezi is 30 years old this year. Unlike Hong Jingyan and the others, Yugezi was born in Qijian Yuefu.

His parents are both from Chess Sword Yuefu, and his father is a sword servant of the Taiping Order, and has been traveling with the emperor's teacher.

When Yu Gezi was three years old, Taiping Ling sent his father to the extreme north to find the legendary Xuanbing sword embryo, and he never came back.

After her father disappeared, her mother became the emperor's sword servant, guarding the king's tent all the time.

Because of his parents' devotion to Chess Sword Yuefu, Yugezi received the best instruction since he was a child, and Huang Qing taught him swordsmanship in person.

Perhaps because he inherited his parents' talent in kendo, Yugezi lived up to his expectations and won the title of Cipai at the age of 15.

He had visited his mother in the Wang Tent a few times, and wanted to stay and be the empress's sword servant, but his mother firmly refused and let him go back.

When parting, his mother said to him: "Our family has contributed enough to Beimang to build a chess and sword Yuefu. Mother hopes that you will be a free swordsman."

As he grows older, Yu Gezi gradually understands what his mother's words mean, but he cannot be free, and he has dedicated himself to the way of swordsmanship.

How can a person without a soul be free?

His sword name is Fisherman's Song, and his sword style is flowing water.

Originally, I wanted to sing long songs with flowing water and let the rivers and lakes wander, but after all, I lived in a corner and sharpened my sword for a living.

Sometimes, Yu Gezi is very envious of the Ninth Prince, he has lived in Wangzhang for a while, and he gets along very well with the Ninth Prince.

The two are about the same age, and they often go to the desert to catch rabbits.

Not long after he returned to Qijian Yuefu, when he heard the news that the Ninth Prince had built a golden carriage, he had a momentary impulse to follow Ah Jiu, and the two traveled together.

Later still did not go.

Every year when the Ninth Prince came to play chess with Yulouchun, he would come to see him, and every time he would wipe the sword silently in his own room.

Every time the Ninth Prince would ask him: "Do you want to come with me?"

Each time he answered with a shake of the head.

Twenty years have passed, and his Long Song of Flowing Water has become the top ten in Beimang Sword Dao, and the Nine Princes have seen all the Long Song of Flowing Water from all over the world.

Yu Gezi stood in the middle of the Martial Arts Hall, quickly put an end to his chaotic thoughts, and slowly drew out his Long Song Sword.

Ask Li Hanyi for advice: "I really want to see the swordplay of the Central Plains."

Li Hanyi flicked the Iron Horse Glacier on his waist, and the martial arts hall was suddenly covered with frost and snow, making the room cool and cool.

"I also want to see Bei Mang's swordsmanship."

What she was talking about was the way of swordsmanship, not swordsmanship. Huang Qing frowned slightly, knowing immediately that Yu Gezi would lose.

Art is the end, Tao is the foundation.

A person who has seen the way of the sword has no skill in his eyes. The so-called ingenuity is as clumsy as every move contains the true meaning of the way.

Yugezi can hear it naturally, but his sword is martial arts, and practicing the martial arts to the extreme is the way of swordsmanship.

"Flowing Water Sword Style, Falling Flowers in Flowing Water."

This is an extremely beautiful sword style, the sword energy is unpredictable, and more than a dozen sword flowers are danced, fluttering like rain.

Li Han came out with his sword, Yuhuo faced Mianmian, stabbed eighteen times in a row, the flowers died, the flowers fell, and the flowers were like bubbles.

Huang Qing watched coldly, Yu Gezi's sword flower had reached its peak, every flower bloomed gorgeously, until it was full of tea, but after all, it was just a flower in his imagination.

The flowers in the Central Plains are far more vivid than this.

Yan Zhen held the exquisite little leather bag in his hand, sat in the best seat, and watched while drinking.

He didn't know swords, and it was the first time he saw Li Hanyi draw the sword with his own eyes, but he could tell that the moment Li Hanyi drew the sword, he stabbed eighteen times.

What a great speed.

Yan Zhen thought silently, the way of the world is always broken, just like the war between the two countries, His Majesty has prepared for too long and dragged on for too long.

Yu Louchun also doesn't understand swords, she doesn't even know who wins and loses this move, but she can see Li Hanyi's ease, this female sword fairy from the Central Plains, has always looked like this since she stepped into Chess and Sword Yuefu .

It seems that he is not here to witness the sword, but to be a guest.

Yu Louchun looked at Ah Jiu again, Ah Jiu's eyes were always glued to Li Hanyi, just like looking at his beloved woman.

She turned her head to look at Ruan Lang again, and Ruan Lang's eyes were also glued to Li Hanyi, as if stepping into a landscape that had never been reached, so novel and exciting.

Yulouchun felt old in an instant, why did he stay here after losing to the Empress?
Why didn't you take advantage of the good times to get out of the grassland?

Back then when the Empress took away her Crown Princess, the Emperor Master passed on the long-vacant Chess Palace Master to her in order to make up for it, and she accepted it happily.

Until the years pass, the face is sad and old.

Had Ruan Lang been accepted as an apprentice, Yu Louchun wondered if he would go crazy.

But everything that happened between her and Ruan Lang was crazy.

man, huh.

Yu Louchun sneered in his heart, the prince didn't like to surf the sands back then, and still married the empress to consolidate his power.

Maybe Ruan Lang doesn't love himself either, so why stay with him day and night?
And Ah Jiu, why did he save Li Hanyi and bring her to Qijian Yuefu?

Yu Louchun had a headache thinking about it, that's all, since she can't be a chess player, let's be a chess watcher.

The competition is still going on, the three moves have passed, and the details of both sides are almost found out.

Yu Gezi issued the fourth move: "Flowing Water Sword Style, Flowing Water is Heartless."

The flowers have bloomed, the rain has fallen, and people have seen it, and it finally turned into a ruthless scene.

Flowing sword, heartless.

Li Han's sword moves accordingly: "Xiaoxiang floats in the night rain."

The rain is cold rain, tearing and pattering, connecting the sky and the earth, and turning into running water when it falls to the ground.

Li Hanyi's sword is bigger and stronger, including the flowing water sword and ruthless sword intent.

This ruthlessness appears so pale and shallow in the endless rain of heaven and earth.

The night rain in Xiaoxiang is the real ruthless, life is like a journey, and I am also a pedestrian.

Yugezi lost again.

Li Hanyi stood still, her white skirt still in place, while Yu Gezi took a step back, fought four moves, and took four steps back.

"Fifth move, Flowing Water Sword Style, Flowing Water Mountain."

High mountains and flowing water, two hearts know each other, this is the story of Zhong Ziqi and Boya.

But Huang Qing knew that Yugezi didn't have such a confidant, just like the flowing water and falling flowers in his imagination, the friendship of flowing water and high mountains also came from his imagination.

This was Liu Shuijian's last move, and Huang Qing was about to end it himself.

When the sword was drawn, Yugezi glanced at the Ninth Prince. The last sword was realized when Yugezi thought of Yanzhen when he was honing his sword intent in the back mountain.

He never told the Ninth Prince that he really wanted to board that golden carriage.

Yan Zhen seemed to notice something, and looked at Yu Gezi in surprise.

This is enough.

Yugezi's last sword, with a brilliant stream of light, pierced through the chess sword Yuefu, reflecting the thirteen prefectures of Beimang.

What a strong sword intent!
Huang Qing was taken aback, did he miss it?Does Yugezi still have a chance to turn defeat into victory?

It's a pity that a more brilliant brilliance than this sword shines, and the frost condenses, and the chess and sword Yuefu suddenly turns into a glazed world, reflecting everyone's soul.

The iron horse glacier hit the fisherman's song.

bang.

A clear voice sounded, and the fisherman's song was cut in two from the middle, unable to stop Li Hanyi's sword energy anymore.

A sword energy that was as cold as the extreme northern ice and snow rushed into Yu Gezi's body, freezing all the blood vessels in his body like freezing water.

Yu Gezi took another hard look at Ninth Prince, and saw him stand up anxiously.

At this moment, a clear sound of strings sounded, ding ding dong dong, like flowing water.

The sound of the zither was extremely soft, and a burst of energy came out, which penetrated into Yugezi's body and eased his chill.

"Thank you, Lord Yuefu."

It was Xiangjian Huan who made the move. He held a sanxian and played it tinkly, and he stopped after a long time.

It was this brief burst of playing that made Xiangjianhuan sweat drenched on his forehead.

He put down the three strings, and said coldly: "The female sword fairy of Central Plains is really good at skills, do you have to kill people to prove the sword?"

Li Hanyi bowed slightly: "I'm sorry, the last move of your family's seniors is earth-shattering. If Li Hanyi relaxes, I will die."

Masters, extreme moves, peak duels, those who keep their hands will die.

"Hmph, cool nature."

Yu Gezi regained his life, but the cold poison in his body still hurt his lungs, leaving the root of the disease, and it may be difficult to use all his strength in the future.

Perhaps "flowing water and high mountains" has become his last song.

Along the way, Li Hanyi defeated the fifth raccoon dog and Yugezi, and the only masters of swordsmanship in Beimang were Jian Qi Jin Huang Qing, and Emperor Taiping Ling.

The emperor's teacher is far away in the king's tent, and Bei Mang's swordsmanship can only be maintained by Huang Qing.

The three palace masters are all aware of the empress' temper, no matter what happens to the nine princes, they will not be able to escape the punishment of Chess Sword Yuefu.

If won, maybe just a minor reprimand.

If they lose, Huang Qing will die.

Thinking about this clearly, Huang Qing became more calm, whether for himself or for his colleagues, this life can only be fought.

After Huang Qing came back from three trips, he didn't go out again. Outsiders only know that Hong Jingyan, Geng Laozi's talent is extraordinary, and he only has the name of master, but they don't know that his realm has already surpassed Geng Laozi.

After returning from his third tour, he went to the king's tent and reported to the empress about his sword fight with Li Chungang.

He was uneasy, only thinking that the sword heart in this life has been destroyed, and the swordsmanship is difficult to achieve.

Unexpectedly, the empress said to him: "Don't listen to the sound of Chuanlin beating leaves, why not whine and walk slowly. Beimang lacks a man who can stand firm in the way of swordsmanship. You don't have to go out to travel anymore, just sharpen your sword in the yellow sand of the desert. When you can stop the wind and sand all over the sky, you will become No.1 in Beimang Sword Dao."

The emperor smiled with his beard: "The wind and sand in the desert are flowing, and it is not easy to stay still."

"The minister takes orders."

From then on, Huang Qing taught his disciples sword skills in Chess and Sword Yuefu, while chasing the wind and sand, flowing away with the yellow sand in spring, and stopping with the yellow sand in winter.

He used the wind to freeze the yellow sand all over the sky.

Use grass to settle the yellow sand all over the sky.

Use snow to freeze the yellow sand all over the sky.

I don't know how many years have passed, and finally one day, he used the sword in his hand to freeze the yellow sand all over the sky.

Set the storm.

The storm is settled.

Huang Qing walked to the Martial Arts Hall, across from Li Hanyi.

He stared at the woman who looked like a fairy, and lamented the God of Destiny's favor for her.

A person who only needs to focus on kendo itself, without thinking about family and state affairs, is lucky.

"Unexpectedly, Bei Mang never set foot on the Central Plains, and the sword of the Central Plains pointed to the grassland first."

Li Hanyi said indifferently: "The sword has the way of the sword, and the horse has the way of the horse. I only care about my way."

"well said!"

The Ninth Prince who was sitting on the side applauded and laughed: "Master Jian Palace, don't care about those things, a proof sword is a proof sword. Although I like Xueyun Sword Immortal, I don't want Bei Mang to lose face."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the martial arts hall immediately froze.

When the Ninth Prince said clearly that he liked the Sword Immortal of the Central Plains, he was actually warning Huang Qing not to hurt her, at least not to kill her.

Protecting Li Hanyi before starting the war is clearly destroying Huang Qing's Taoism.

Xiangjianhuan said angrily, "Ninth Prince, are you collaborating with the enemy?"

Yanzhen laughed heartily: "Hahaha, my fair lady, a gentleman is so good. This king has not married, and Li Hanyi has not married, why do you like her?"

Xiangjianhuan wanted to say a few more words of sarcasm, but Huang Qing interrupted him: "Since I am the person the Ninth Prince likes, I will pay attention to proportion, Xueyun Sword Immortal, please."

Li Hanyi didn't seem to have heard Yanzhen's words, she put her hand on the iron horse and ice river, her whole body was on guard, and her sword intent kept rising.

Just when Li Hanyi's sword intent was about to climb to the top, Huang Qing moved, and the Ding storm rushed out. It seemed that long yellow sand passed through the martial arts hall, burying the entire chess and sword Yuefu in it.

Yulouchun suddenly felt hard to breathe, the wind was howling, and the yellow sand filled the air.

Li Hanyi appeared at the Iron Horse Glacier, and a crystal glacier came across the sky, washing the endless yellow sand.

The yellow sand and the glacier competed with each other, and the sword energy collided, and the bystanders in the martial arts hall were involved in the sword intent at the same time.

Ding ding dong dong.

The three strings of meeting each other sounded in time, isolating the vertical and horizontal sword intent from the surrounding audience, and Yu Louchun breathed a sigh of relief, sweating profusely all over his body.

She peeked at Ah Jiu, who was staring intently with his leopard eyes, and those sword intents seemed to have no effect on him.

Yu Louchun was not surprised, Ah Jiu, like her, has no martial arts, how can she resist that unparalleled sword energy?

She looked at Ruan Lang again, but she didn't expect that Ruan Lang was also staring at Huang Qing and Li Hanyi's fight, with no fear except excitement on his face.

Could it be that Ruan Lang is hiding something?

Yu Louchun covered his mouth and didn't exclaim.

Only then did she realize how ridiculous it was to think that she could see through people's hearts because she was unparalleled in chess. She couldn't see clearly anyone in front of her.

Huang Qing and Li Hanyi have entered the third move.

The third move, Huang Qing took a deep breath, her stomach bulged, like a big round drum used in summer sacrifices.

Then, Huang Qing's stomach straightened out, and infinite internal force spewed out, turning into a storm on the fixed wind wave.

When he traveled to Beiliang, he knew that Tingchao Pavilion was imprisoning a peerless swordsman who ate swords. That swordsman had eaten countless swords in his life. When confronting enemies, he would spit out the swords he had eaten and turned them into the sharpest swords in the world. sword spirit.

Huang Qing once tried to swallow the yellow sand, but unfortunately he failed, the entrance of the yellow sand quickly filled his stomach, and before he spewed out, he squeezed his internal organs.

Therefore, he swallowed the north wind instead.

The cold wind blowing from the extreme north carried the air of dead silence. He spent many years to adapt his inner organs to the cold wind and dead silence.

This time, Huang Qing spit out all the wind he ate.

The sword is the wild sand of thousands of miles.

The wind is the dead air of the extreme north.

With one move, the Chess and Sword Yuefu Earth shakes, the roof is completely lifted, the pastures in a radius of a hundred miles are broken, the cattle and sheep scream, and the yurts overturn.

Huge destructive power fully demonstrated Huang Qing's swordsmanship.

　Frozen shoulder hurts like hell. I wanted to ask for leave, so I put on a plaster and continued to code. The nonsense is that I was screened. . . .

　　I had to code another chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)