Become a disciple of Huashan, but the Sword Sect

Chapter 145 Five Mountains Sword Technique

Before I knew it, another half month had passed.

Yan Bugui has always lived in the cave, concentrating on studying how to combine the swordsmanship of the Five Mountains Sword School into one. With Zhou Botong as a top partner, his progress is not slow.

The old naughty boy relies on the left and right fighting skills, and his moves are comparable to those of two Wujue masters. Apart from Yan Bugui, he is the only one in the world who has this ability.

After constantly fighting with him and trying out his moves, Yan Bugui has successfully summarized the swordsmanship of each of the Five Sacred Sects into five sets of swordsmanship.

In their spare time, the two of them did not forget to teach the three juniors how to practice.

Yang Kang had to pass on the Golden Bell Shield. He knew that this was a peerless magical skill that was not inferior to the Nine Yin Manual, so he practiced it very hard.

He already had a foundation of internal strength, and he could easily reach the threshold with the rough skills at the first level.

For the sake of Yang Kang's determination to conquer the world in the future, Yan Bugui simply taught him all the twelve levels of the Golden Bell. On the battlefield, swords and guns are blind, and hidden arrows are difficult to guard against. The higher the level of practice, the more guaranteed his life safety will be.

As for what level he can reach, it all depends on his own qualifications.

The Golden Bell is first easy and then difficult. After practicing, the skill required to break through is extremely deep.

The Hunyuan Diamond Body was born out of the golden bell, and Yan Bugui had reached the eighth level. With his current internal strength cultivation, which is slightly better than the five unique ones, it is already very difficult to continue to improve, and the ninth level seems to be far away.

Although Yang Kang has good qualifications, if there is no chance encounter, he may not be able to reach the twelfth level in his lifetime.

Mu Nianci had the lowest foundation, and the Shenzhao Sutra was profound and obscure, so it was quite difficult to practice it.

Fortunately, she had a good master. With Yan Bugui's detailed guidance, she finally got into the path of Shenzhao Sutra.

Guo Jing began to practice "Beidou Dafa" without knowing it. With no distracting thoughts in his mind, he made rapid progress in this Taoist internal skill manual, and his martial arts gradually entered another world.

This morning, Yan Bugui continued to take Zhou Botong to practice swordsmanship.

He wanted to streamline the five sets of sword techniques into five moves, until finally the five moves were integrated into one move, and then he would be done.

The Houde Sword came out of his hand, the light of the sword was like lightning.

Zhou Botong held the Boqing Sword in his left hand and Mu Nianci's Fighting Sword in his right hand. He used the Quanzhen Sword Technique and the Yiqi Transformation Sanqing Sword Technique respectively. Both hands' attacks were extremely fast, but at this moment he was at a disadvantage.

The heroic sword tactics of Mount Tai, the excellence of the sword tactics of Mount Hengshan in the south, the dangers of the sword tactics of Huashan Mountain, the wonders of the sword tactics of Mount Hengshan in the north, and the profound sword tactics of Mount Song all flowed out from Yan Bugui's hands in an endless stream, changing as he pleased, forcing them to The opponent is overwhelmed.

Zhou Botong seemed to be running on a narrow path at the top of the mountain. If he was not careful, he would lose his footing and fall off the cliff.

Suddenly, his moves suddenly changed!

Both hands simultaneously used sword techniques other than those from the Quanzhen Sect, immediately blocking Yan Bugui's attack and leveling the battle.

Yan Bugui was about to fight back, but saw the old naughty boy suddenly standing there, and the two swords in his hands fell to the ground with a clang.

"It's broken!" Zhou Botong turned pale, with cold sweat pouring down his face, and muttered to himself: "The old naughty boy has trapped himself in a cocoon and has tricked himself."

Yan Bugui was startled when he saw this, and immediately realized that the two moves the old naughty boy had just used were skills from the Nine Yin Manual.

Wang Chongyang's last words before his death were that all Quanzhen disciples were not allowed to practice the Jiuyin Sutra.

Zhou Botong respected him like a god, so he naturally did not dare to violate him. However, in order to teach Guo Jing, he recited and explained the scriptures every day, unknowingly imprinting the scriptures deeply in his mind.

He has profound martial arts skills and extremely high understanding, and the knowledge contained in the "Nine Yin Manual" is purely Taoist, which is consistent with what he has learned throughout his life, so much so that he actually communicates with the gods in his sleep, and achieves miraculous feats on his own. .

Zhou Botong was originally unaware of this matter, but he had just competed with Yan Bugui. Under the suppression of his superb swordsmanship, Zhou Botong was unwilling to lose. Driven by his thoughts, he involuntarily used the Nine Yin Manual.

Guo Jing saw Zhou Botong's dejected look and hurried forward: "Brother Zhou, what's wrong with you? Are you injured?"

Zhou Botong was regretting that he was not in the mood to pay attention to him.

"Don't worry." Yan Bugui said with a smile: "He shot himself in the foot. It will be fine when he figures it out."

Guo Jing was confused by the two of them: "What's going on?"

"So, so, so, so." Yan Bugui said: "In short, Brother Guo, you are in great luck. You have learned all the unrivaled skills that countless martial arts people are eager to do."

Guo Jing was stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help but think of the Black Wind and the Two Evils, and immediately shook his head: "The Nine Yin Manual is sinister and evil, I don't want to learn it." "Brother, you misunderstood." Yang Kang laughed dumbly: "My master once I have said that the Nine Yin Manual is the supreme treasure of Taoism, and it is the most authentic. You have been practicing for a long time, so you should be able to notice it."

"...It seems so." Guo Jing had always been convinced by Yan Bugui, but he finally breathed a sigh of relief when he thought that the internal skills Zhou Botong had recently taught him were indeed in the same line as the Quanzhen internal skills taught to him by Ma Yu.

"Brother!" Zhou Botong suddenly came back to his senses, threw himself in front of Yan Bugui, and said with a sad face: "The old naughty boy is troubled by ghosts now. You are very smart, can you think of a way to help me forget the Nine Yin Manual?"

Yan Bugui spread his hands, shook his head and said, "I'm not that capable, so why don't you give up your martial arts skills?"

During the period of the Divine Eagle, the old naughty boy even used the Great Demon Subduing Boxing to fight against Yang Guo. It was not easy to forget the Nine Yin Manual, unless he had Alzheimer's disease.

"No, how can this work!" Zhou Botong shook his head repeatedly: "Without martial arts, what fun is there in living?"

"Then just accept the reality." Yan Bugui said nonchalantly: "I've learned everything. The worst I can do is wait until you die before going to Master Chongyang to admit your mistake. If it doesn't work, you can just stop using it in the future. What's there to worry about?"

"This..." Zhou Botong was hesitating when a rustling sound suddenly came from the grass in the peach forest in the distance.

"There's a snake!" Zhou Botong was shocked, and then he heard the sound getting louder and louder, as if a group of snakes were coming.

Everyone is afraid. He was extremely skilled in martial arts, but he couldn't see the snake. He was so frightened that he immediately jumped back into the cave.

"What a hell! I have lived on Peach Blossom Island for fifteen years, and I have never seen so many snakes. Huang Laoxie boasts of his magical powers, but he can't even clean up the small Peach Blossom Island, leaving those turtles, turtles, poisonous snakes Centipedes, everything crawls up."

Guo Jing heard his panic tone and hurriedly moved a few big rocks to block the entrance of the cave.

Yang Kang covered his nose and faintly smelled a fishy smell: "Master, I once saw Ouyang Ke playing with a snake in the palace before. Could it be that he is here?"

Yan Bugui's eyes narrowed slightly, with excitement on his face: "He doesn't have this kind of battle. It's his uncle Xi Du Ouyang Feng who is here. He is finally here."

He turned back towards the cave and shouted: "Old naughty boy, throw out my sword box, I'm going to meet that old poisoner for a while."

Zhou Botong threw the Hidden Edge Box from the cave and reminded at the same time: "That old poisoner is insidious and cunning, brother, you must be careful."

"Master, I will take you out." Mu Nianci followed the mute servant who delivered meals to and from the house every day, and had memorized the route.

Yang Kang put the Dragon Spear on his back and followed with Guo Jing.

The four of them walked in the peach forest for a while, and Mu Nianci said, "Going further is the Sword Testing Pavilion."

Suddenly, there was a flute sound not far away.

The melody is mixed with soft sounds, and the mood is erratic.

Yan Bugui knew in his heart that it was Huang Yaoshi's Blue Sea Tide song, and hurriedly reminded him: "You must calm down quickly to avoid being disturbed by the sound of the flute."

The three of them did not dare to be careless, and started to use their internal energy, holding their breath and concentrating.

When the sound of the flute reached their ears, it seemed to have the power to enchant the soul. The three of them felt their hearts tremble and their faces became hot.

Guo Jing didn't understand the affairs between men and women, so after a few rounds of inner breath movement, he quickly got rid of the influence of the flute sound.

Yang Kang's face turned red. He lacked Guo Jing's innocent heart, and the more he listened, the more upset he became.

It was as if there was a woman in his ear who sometimes sighed, sometimes moaned, and sometimes spoke softly and called softly, which made his blood rush. As thoughts raced through his mind, he unconsciously turned his gaze to Mu Nianci.

Mu Nianci also felt her heart tremble, and her eyes met with Yang Kang's, with clouds flying on her jade face, overflowing with passion.

At this moment, several consecutive sounds of solemn clang music suddenly sounded, diluting the flute sound of the blue sea tide.

The two of them felt refreshed, but then felt their hearts beating faster.

Every sound of the kite was consistent with the heartbeat, making them feel like deer bumping around in their arms, extremely uncomfortable, and their hearts almost jumped out of their chests.

"patience."

Yan Bugui jumped up to the top of the tree and saw Huang Yaoshi and Ouyang Feng playing the flute and kite in the pavilion a few feet away. He immediately took out the purple bamboo flute and played the song "Swordsman".

(End of this chapter)