Eight Desolate Valkyries

Chapter 8 The mood of the wind
The courtyard is surrounded by three walls made of blue bricks, and a willow tree is close to the west, with a layer of green on the long and thin branches sticking out of the wall.Under the tree, a young man was sitting on a long armchair, flipping through a small book in his hand, with four large characters on the cover: Yufeng Jianjue.

As the reading progressed, the young man's face gradually became ugly, his jaw was tightened, his brows were frowned, and then he showed a wry smile.

"Damn it, I know why no one has practiced this martial art."

This person is Luo Cheng who came back from Xingge. He is ambitious to open up the martial art "Yufeng Jianjue", full of confidence, immersed in the sea of ​​books, but it took a long time to understand why no one has practiced this martial art. .

Because it is difficult, it is difficult to go to the blue sky.

It's so difficult that you can't find an entry point to start practicing. Do you think it's difficult?
Ordinary martial arts training will teach you the essentials of movement and the application of internal force, and then practice repeatedly until you are familiar with it.

But "The Sword of Yufeng" is not like this. The whole article is full of theoretical knowledge, and the first step to get started is to let you understand the artistic conception of wind.

But how to perceive this artistic conception of wind?There is also no elaboration, but it is a mantra: the movement is also the opportunity, the mind is calm and the body is upright, there should be no thoughts, the sword's heart is directed, and the original heart is stopped.The spirit gathers the energy, and its breath adjusts itself.

"What, what, what!"

Luo Cheng felt that his head was getting big, and he didn't see a word "Feng" from the formulas. On the Zhenwu Continent, martial arts cultivation does not rely on formulas, but teaches you in the most straightforward way.

Turning to the back, the sword moves in "Yufeng Sword Art" are also like this. The name of each sword move sounds fierce, but it doesn't teach you how to practice it, and it's all formulas. No wonder some people think it is cruel. Book.

"I think the other disciples are the same as me. They didn't even find a way to get started, so they had to give up."

Luo Cheng thought, but he was not reconciled. His indomitable nature made him put down the book, lie back on the armchair, close his eyes, and ponder over the mantra repeatedly, hoping for a flash of inspiration. He would do this when encountering difficulties before.

"Movement is also the opportunity, the mind is calm and the body is upright, there should be no thoughts, the direction of the sword's heart is stopped by the original heart. The spirit gathers the energy, and its breath is self-adjusting."

After he chewed this sentence three or four times, a light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, which surprised him. Martial arts cultivation is not comparable to kung fu, and mysterious villains will not appear.

But immediately he discovered that the villain was not a martial art at all, but that strange ball of light instead!

"How did it appear..." Luo Cheng was wondering, when suddenly the ball of light conveyed certain information into his mind as if he was practicing a kung fu technique, it really was a flash of inspiration.

After being stunned for a long time, Luo Cheng couldn't help laughing wantonly, even to the point of tears. Then he went back to the living room with joy, and stood in the courtyard with his fine steel sword. After taking a deep breath, he drew the sword out of its sheath, Start practicing sword.

If someone sees it, they will find that Luo Cheng's sword moves are just some basic sword moves, nothing more than a little bit, a stab, a chop, a thrust, a twist, they are all very sparse and ordinary.

But Luo seemed to be obsessed, practicing for ten days in a row, and even went to ask for leave from the drunk blacksmith, who was quite enlightened and asked him to concentrate on practicing in the future.

Ten days later, Luo Cheng stopped practicing swordsmanship, and made strange moves again. He put the sword on his lap every day, and then sat cross-legged on the ground by himself, motionless, for a whole morning.

The outer disciples living in the surrounding courtyard thought he was practicing exercises at first, but after finding out that he was not, they all thought he was crazy.

Another ten days passed, and Luo Cheng spent a total of 20 days on this "Yufengjianjue" martial arts, and he used the twenty contribution points to exchange for nutritious meals.

On this day, Luo Cheng sat on the ground of the courtyard as usual, like an old monk in meditation.

A gust of wind blew by, and three withered and fallen leaves floated from other yards. They floated without a trace. Before Luo Cheng was aware of it, his ears twitched slightly, and then without opening his eyes, he drew his sword out of its sheath, and the cold light flickered ,

Before the fallen leaves touched the ground, there were many small and neat cuts, which turned into several pieces and fell.

Only then did Luo Cheng open his eyes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

In fact, the so-called artistic conception of wind is just a sham, the real meaning is to let the sword practitioners stay within five feet, and any wind and grass will not be able to escape, this is the artistic conception of wind.

To achieve this step, one must practice Qi and concentrate, so Luo Cheng practiced sword and meditated, and finally stepped into the threshold, and felt it was worth it. With his memory, he knew that his current attainments in using swords were equivalent to other people's three or four years of skill. This is thanks to practicing qi and concentrating.

However, what made him discover something strange was not himself, but Wuhun.

Martial Soul is his own name, referring to the ball of light. He thought it was left by a genius in the past to practice conditioned reflex memory, so he never thought about changing the technique, thinking that the ball of light can be maintained until the third level .

But this is not the case, the ball of light seems to be formed by the condensed essence of Luo Cheng's cultivation talent.

The previous genius developed internal strength at the age of eight, and he was an absolutely monstrous genius. Now after his death, his talent has turned into a ball of light, and any kung fu and martial arts can be understood as soon as he understands it, which also gives Luo Cheng the ability to master it as soon as he learns it.Even Wuhun's talent has surpassed that of the previous geniuses. It is suspected that the two souls have melted and grown stronger.

In any case, the moment he found out that he possessed a martial spirit, he rolled his eyes with a smile, knowing that this would be his biggest trump card.

Having said that, Luo Cheng practiced "Yufeng Jianjue" as an introduction, and now he wanted to truly understand the power of Jianjue.

According to Martial Soul and Luo Cheng's own guess, this "Yu Feng Jian Jue" is definitely not only a low-level ordinary product, but at least an intermediate-level ordinary product, and it is only a residual copy.

There are six styles of sword moves in "Sword of Yufeng", but this book in his hand only has three styles, which is the best proof for the remaining copy.

The three styles are: Lve Ying, Fengbi, and Waking of Insects.

Judging from the name alone, it seems that it has nothing to do with the wind. Luo Cheng can't help but wonder if the word "Yufeng" is a gimmick, which can only be known after practice.

The three-style sword moves are also profound and mysterious theoretical knowledge, but with the presence of Martial Soul, Luo Cheng immediately grasped the key points and began to try to practice.

Once again, Luo Cheng swung his sword in the courtyard, but the disciples around him had already gotten used to it, and didn't notice that his swordsmanship had undergone a radical change.

At the same time, what Luo Cheng didn't know was that a carriage was rushing to the Star Gate from afar.The black nanmu body is carved with a world of flying snow, which is lifelike, and various gemstones are dotted on it.

The three steeds pulling the carriage are all worth a thousand miles of snow, and the two wheels are made of fine iron, so that even if the carriage is on a bumpy road, the people in the carriage will not feel the shock.

"Miss, you don't have to worry, I think he'll be sensible, otherwise he'll be humiliating himself." A delicate voice came from inside the carriage, his tone was like that of a servant girl, and the tone of his words revealed arrogance, and he didn't know what was in his mouth. who is he.

"I hope." Then a gentle female voice sounded, round and smooth, extremely pleasant, but with a bit of sadness.

(End of this chapter)