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In the evening, the top of Huashan Mountain was shrouded in an orange-red afterglow. The setting sun hung on the edge of the western mountains. The afterglow gave every inch of rock a layer of warm tones, but it could not warm the long-accumulated coldness on the top of the mountain.

The wind howled on the mountain top. At first it was a rustling sound carrying the remaining warmth of the day, sweeping over the boulders and dead grass. After a while, the temperature dropped suddenly and it became a weak whimper.

Several boulders that have gone through the years stand in a staggered manner, with countless fine pits carved out of their surfaces by wind and rain. A few clumps of dry grass that have stubbornly grown out of the cracks tremble in the wind, and the fragile grass stems seem to be torn off in the next second. In the distance, the outlines of the continuous mountains gradually blur and disappear into the dusk.

Yue Buqun was dressed in a dark grey cloth robe and had a thin figure. He stood upright on a flat rock on the top of the mountain, holding a long sword tightly in his hand, and was practicing a set of sword techniques slowly and leisurely.

This sword technique is completely different from the Huashan sword technique that is the best in the martial arts world. Each move is plain and simple. When drawing the sword, the arm is mechanically raised and extended without any shaking in the wrist. The sword is also steadily put away. There is no usual Huashan sword technique. In the eyes of outsiders, it is just the most basic entry-level move, without any exquisiteness. But at this time, a few strands of hair on Yue Buqun's forehead were soaked by sweat and stuck to his skin. His eyes were solemn and difficult for others to detect.

Yi Huawei and Yue Lingshan climbed up along the rugged mountain path.

Yi Huawei was in good shape, his steps were steady, his neat white robe fluttering in the wind, he looked calm and composed without any sign of fatigue. Yue Lingshan, on the other hand, had a slightly weaker step, her cheeks flushed from the rush, a few strands of hair were scattered in front of her forehead, soaked with sweat, her breathing became rapid, and she would raise her hand from time to time to wipe the sweat off her forehead.

"Meet the Master!"

When they reached the top of the mountain, they looked at Yue Buqun who was practicing swordsmanship and bowed in unison.

Yue Lingshan's eyes were instantly attracted by Yue Buqun's strange swordsmanship, and her eyes were full of doubts:

"Dad, what kind of swordsmanship are you practicing? Why is it completely different from our Huashan Sect's swordsmanship?"

Yue Buqun's expression tightened, and he retracted the sword in his hand. He glanced at the two of them calmly without saying anything. He turned to look at Yi Huawei and said, "Huawei, come and show me the Purple Cloud Divine Art. I want to see how far you have practiced it."

"Yes!"

Yi Huawei responded, walked steadily to an open area and stood still. He closed his eyes, concentrated, held his breath, and instantly blocked out the wind around him. After a while, the aura around him quietly flowed, and a faint purple airflow could be seen surging under his skin. Then, he slowly raised his hands, palms facing each other. At first, the movement was very slow, as if he was controlling an invisible and extremely delicate force. When the palms were half a foot apart, he suddenly pushed out with force, immediately bringing up a strong airflow, which whistled around, blowing the sand and stones on the ground to roll slightly, and the hem of his clothes was also pulled to make a whistling sound.

"Not bad!"

Yue Buqun nodded slightly, with a look of approval in his eyes: "Please show me the Huashan Sword Technique again."

"Yes!"

Yi Huawei drew his sword from its sheath, a flash of cold light appeared, and he started with a steady and majestic move, his feet firmly planted on the ground. As his body turned, his footsteps flexibly intertwined, and every time he delivered a sword, he precisely controlled the force, the sword whistled, as if it was about to tear the air apart. His body was ghostly and agile, like a raccoon running around.

After a while, a set of Huashan swordsmanship was completed, flowing smoothly without any pause. After sheathing the sword, Yi Huawei looked up at Yue Buqun, his eyes open and full of expectation.

Yue Buqun walked forward with his hands behind his back and said slowly, "Hua Wei, your Purple Cloud Divine Art has already achieved some success, and your Huashan Swordsmanship has a solid foundation. However, the connection between some sword moves can be smoother, and the power can be more transparent and neat. Huashan Swordsmanship emphasizes the flow of energy through the sword body, and the sword moves as the heart moves. Although your sword is full of strength, your continuity can be improved."

"Thank you Master for your teachings, disciple!"

Yi Huawei listened carefully, nodded from time to time, thought quickly about his master's comments in his mind, and secretly took note of the improvements.

Yue Lingshan was still thinking about the nameless sword technique. Just as she was about to ask more questions, she was stopped by Yue Buqun's eyes. She could only pout and keep her questions to herself.

"Come on, Hua Wei, fight with me."

Yue Buqun said this, drew his sword and got ready.

"Please give me some advice, Master!"

Yi Huawei did not dare to slack off at all. He was the first to thrust his sword forward. The tip of the sword was like a snake coming out of a cave, heading straight for Yue Buqun's throat. The speed was so fast that it brought out a silver-white light and shadow.

"it is good!"

Yue Buqun moved his body to the side, easily avoiding the fierce attack. His steps were extremely small but just right. He swung his sword with his backhand to block Yi Huawei's attack, and then he returned a move. The sword blade, with the sound of wind, cut directly on Yi Huawei's shoulder.

Yi Huawei responded calmly, delivering a series of sword moves, trying to find flaws in Yue Buqun's defense. In an instant, the sound of swords colliding rose and fell on the mountaintop, sparks flew everywhere, and each collision echoed in the valley, startling a few roosting birds.

Dozens of rounds passed in a flash. Yi Huawei's breath was still steady, his white robe was still as neat as new, and his sword moves became even more fierce and brutal.

Yue Buqun was secretly amazed in his heart, this child is extremely talented. He spent decades practicing Zixia magic art, and only achieved small success. However, Yi Huawei has only practiced Zixia magic art for three years, and in just three short years, he has already shown signs of a breakthrough. Such talent is much higher than that of his master, the former leader of Huashan Sect who once fought alone against dozens of sword masters.

His thoughts raced, and Yue Buqun's swordsmanship suddenly sped up, and the rhythm of his nameless swordsmanship also became tighter. Each move seemed ordinary, but he could always deftly resolve Yi Huawei's strong attack at the critical moment. His eyes became sharper, and his swordsmanship became more and more dense, not giving Yi Huawei too much time to breathe and think.

Beads of sweat gradually appeared on Yi Huawei's forehead, but his eyes became clearer and brighter. He keenly captured the changing pattern of Yue Buqun's sword moves and suddenly changed his sword moves. He slid sideways to avoid the frontal attack and attacked from the side. He swung the sword in his hand into several sword flowers to interfere with Yue Buqun's sight, and at the same time, the tip of the sword stabbed Yue Buqun's ribs.

Yue Buqun staggered and narrowly avoided the attack, and was filled with admiration for Yi Huawei's ability to respond. After another fierce fight, Yue Buqun deliberately exposed a flaw. Yi Huawei sensed that something was wrong and did not attack rashly. Instead, he took a different approach and used his ingenuity to resolve the potential crisis. He also made a feint, causing Yue Buqun to sway slightly. Yue Lingshan watched Yi Huawei from the side, full of admiration. Her bright eyes quietly hid a few traces of admiration. Her heartbeat accelerated a bit, and her eyes were glued to Yi Huawei, forgetting to look away for a moment.

Yi Huawei's talent is unprecedented in Yue Buqun's life, and his temperament is calm and generous. Therefore, Yue Buqun taught the Zixia magic skill to Yi Huawei three years ago.

Huashan Sect has been established for a long time and has been up and down in the martial arts world for hundreds of years. It is said that Zixia Magic Skill was created by a Taoist master in the early days of Huashan Sect. Legend has it that when Huashan Sect was just emerging, this master practiced in seclusion on the dangerous peak of Huashan Mountain. He accidentally entered a secret cave and obtained a fragment of an ancient Taoist jade slip for refining qi. After years of comprehension of the Taoist classics "Tao Te Ching" and "Zhuangzi" and traditional breathing and health preservation methods, he integrated the laws of the spiritual energy of the mountains and rivers of Huashan Mountain and created Zixia Magic Skill after decades of experience. It got its name because it glows purple when it is in operation.

The Purple Cloud Divine Art is the Huashan Sect's inner strength, and has always been passed down by the Sect Master. Yue Buqun taught it to Yi Huawei, and it was obvious that he had already trained him to be the next Sect Master of Huashan Sect.

The initial practice of Zixia Magical Skills requires the use of breathing techniques. One must find a quiet place at the hours of Yin and Mao every day, sit cross-legged, and evenly breathe, allowing the breath to slowly and slowly enter the Dantian. During this process, one must be calm and put aside all distracting thoughts. Only when the Dantian feels warm can one be considered to have glimpsed the way. This stage is just the accumulation of the foundation of internal strength. Many disciples of the Huashan Sect have to spend months or even years just to get started with this introductory skill, and progress is often slow because of the difficulty in getting rid of distracting thoughts.

After that, you need to guide the internal force to flow along the meridians of the whole body, first opening up the small circulation. This is a difficult and long process. The internal force should be like a trickle, carefully following the established route, passing through the perineum, the coccyx, the lumbar spine, the jade pillow, until the Baihui, and then returning to the Dantian along the Ren Meridian. If there is a slight mistake during this period, the internal force will backfire, causing minor injuries such as vomiting blood, and serious meridians to be completely destroyed. After the small circulation is smooth, the internal injuries can nourish the internal organs and strengthen the tendons and bones. This is the advancement before the minor success.

When one truly achieves minor success, the internal force is condensed and can be released for a short period of time. When fighting with others, the internal force will be added to the fists and feet, doubling the power. One can also perform light body kung fu and can easily fly over eaves and walls.

As for the mastery of the magical skill, it is said that the internal force is like a vast river or ocean, which can be sent and received at will. It can destroy objects through the air and protect the body without injury. It can also prolong life and make the mind clear. However, in hundreds of years of Huashan Sect, there has not been a single person who has been able to practice the Zixia magical skill to perfection.

Yi Huawei secretly taught Yue Lingshan the entry method of Zixia Magic Skill without telling Yue Buqun, but Yue Lingshan could not figure it out and never got through the threshold of Zixia Magic Skill. Yue Lingshan was very upset, but she did not dare to confess to her father, so she could only pester Yi Huawei to ask him privately.

Yi Huawei was helpless. He kept explaining the key points of cultivation, from the precise control of time to the subtle adjustment of breathing, but Yue Lingshan just couldn't get the point...

As the sky gradually darkened, the setting sun on the horizon was only a faint light left, struggling and refusing to disappear.

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Yue Buqun sheathed his sword, and the blade made a soft "clang" sound when it entered the sheath. He stood still, his chest rising and falling slightly, his breathing not yet completely steady, and then he said loudly: "Stop."

Upon hearing the sound, Yi Huawei quickly sheathed his sword, flicked his wrist, and the blade returned neatly to the sheath. Then, he put his legs together, leaned forward, clasped his hands together, bowed, and saluted with a respectful attitude:

"Master, I still need to practice more."

Yue Buqun waved his hand, a few smiles appeared on his face, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes relaxed: "Your performance today far exceeded your expectations. This training has also increased your practical experience." After saying that, he patted Yi Huawei's shoulder gently.

At this moment, night fell silently, like a piece of black silk slowly spreading from the horizon, covering the entire top of Mount Huashan.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the stars were emerging one by one, twinkling in the dark blue sky. Yue Buqun turned around and looked straight at Yi Huawei, his eyes full of relief.

The Huashan Sect has been lacking in talent for a long time. Although there are many diligent disciples in the sect, there are few with outstanding talents. Now with a talented younger generation like Yi Huawei, the sect's inheritance finally has hope. Yue Buqun knows that if he only relies on his generation to support it, the Huashan Sect will sooner or later fade into obscurity in the martial arts world. When Yi Huawei grows up and takes over the position of the head one day, he will be able to recruit more talents and revive the sect's reputation.

Thinking of this, Yue Buqun said, "Hua Wei, starting tomorrow, you will follow me to the library. There are several sword manuals left by our ancestors, as well as some notes on internal force training, which should be useful to you."

Yi Huawei was pleasantly surprised and quickly responded, "Thank you, Master!"

Yue Lingshan was listening to the conversation between her father and brother. She was happy for Yi Huawei, but she also secretly made up her mind to practice sword more diligently when she returned and not fall too far behind. So she interrupted and said, "Dad, I want to go too."

Yue Buqun glanced at his daughter and nodded, saying, "Let's go together. Don't be lazy."

After a pause, he smiled gently:
"Go back and rest. Practice diligently in the future. The future of Huashan Sect depends on you."

Yi Huawei and Yue Lingshan responded in unison and walked down the mountain road together, their figures gradually disappearing into the darkening night.

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In the darkness before dawn, Huashan is like a silent giant beast, dominating the sky and earth.

The wind raged on the thousand-foot cliffs, making a howl that sounded like the nine netherworlds, sharp and shrill, as if it was going to tear the courage of all living beings in the world apart. The clouds and mists around the mountain top were as thick as substance, surging and rolling, sometimes like a raging tide of beasts, impacting the mountain with overwhelming force; sometimes like a strange ghost curtain, ethereal and illusory, making people afraid.

Under the night sky, Yi Huawei, wearing a loose Taoist robe that had been washed to a pale color, reached the top of the mountain with a few jumps. The corners of his robe rustled violently as the strong wind tore them apart.

More than ten years of hard training have transformed his immature body. His muscles are firm and elastic, his lines are smooth and explosive, and he is hidden under his white Taoist robe, like a cheetah waiting for an opportunity. His long hair is tied into a neat ponytail, and a few strands of hair break free and dance wildly in the wind, wantonly passing through his cold and resolute face. His sword-like eyebrows are inserted into his temples, and his eyes are like cold stars, staring at the eastern sky at this moment. Deep in his eyes is the expectation and solemnity that cannot be hidden.

Today is the day for him to reach the final stage of perfection in his attempt to master the Zixia Divine Art. If he succeeds, it will be an unprecedented feat and will open up a whole new realm for this mysterious art. If he fails, not only will his three years of hard work go to waste, but he himself will also suffer a serious injury, his cultivation will regress, and his life may even be in danger.

Yi Huawei walked into a secret cave hidden behind a mountain wall. The cave was bone-chillingly cold, as if he was in an ice cellar. Water droplets condensed on the stone wall gathered into strings and dripped down. In the silent night, every sound was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart.

Yi Huawei sat cross-legged calmly, his body upright and straight, his hands moving flexibly, and in the blink of an eye he formed a precise Ziwu Seal and placed it steadily on his Dantian.

My thoughts instantly drifted back to the night when I first started practicing. When I first practiced Zixia Magical Skill, I was filled with longing and anxiety. In this same cave, I struggled to fight against my inner impetuousness and distracting thoughts. It took me several hours to feel the faint trace of true energy entering my body for the first time, and thus opened the door to a new world. (End of this chapter)