"Let me listen to the next word." Lu Yuan interrupted, "I'm sure you have been going to sea for more than a year and finally found the Dragon Slaying Sword. Although this knife itself is extremely sharp, it is just a weapon after all. Although it can command the world, I think few people will care about it. What people care about is nothing but what is hidden in it. What I am right?"

Seeing everyone nodding, Lu Yuan continued, "I have taken out the "Wu Mu Suicide Letter" from this knife and passed it to the rebel leaders from all directions!"

"There are really only military books inside?" Song Qingshu, who was standing behind Song Yuanqiao, interrupted. Several people looked at him faintly, but no one ignored him. When Lu Yuan first met Song Qingshu, this person was very demeanor. His conversation and knowledge showed the style of a noble family, giving people a good first impression. However, when they got along a little longer, some things inside were revealed.

Zhang Sanfeng said: "Expel the Tartars and return them to my country. All my descendants of China should know where the righteousness lies! When the heroes rise together, my Wudang disciples will be the work of a dog or a horse."

The heroes of Wudang stood up together and obeyed the order with sternness.

"Then King Ruyang is the Grand Marshal of the Yuanting world, and there are countless masters under his command. If the rebel army raises up, he will not mention the army fighting, but let his masters dress up as assassins to assassinate the leader of the rebel army, he will probably be unmatched. Therefore, those who are determined to overthrow Yuanting want to sneak into Dadu and catch all these masters in one go. This time, he is asking the Wudang heroes to help him."

It is said to be a helping hand, but it is actually a cooperation. The heroes of Wudang will definitely go to Dadu to take revenge. The two sides will help each other, so of course the security will increase greatly.

"I don't know when?"

"Before the New Year, the Metropolitan City held various events, and the number of officials and merchants who came to Beijing to give gifts was greatly increased. It was a good time to get in."

"Okay," Song Yuanqiao nodded, and then he made a decision. Suddenly, he saw Song Qingshu interjecting, "This time, it is necessary to fight life and death. Those who travel with him naturally need to understand each other. Everything is planned and not planned, and it is a waste. I want to ask Brother Lu for advice, and Brother Lu will also help you."

Lu Yuan glanced at him deeply, and saw that Song Yuanqiao had no intention of objection, so he immediately agreed.

He took off the sword from his waist and handed it to Hui'an, and said, "Please borrow the next long sword. The sword underneath is too sharp and is not suitable for the competition."

Hui'an took the sword and hugged it in his arms with the dragon-slaying sword he had put away before.

After taking the long sword, the two of them stood in the courtyard. After a few words of politeness, Song Qingshu started with the Wudang Ruan Finger Sword Technique. The sword technique was unpredictable. The long sword in Song Qingshu's hand was also straight and bent, as if it had the upper hand for a while. Lu Yuan just kept his guard and used the Great Demon-Subduing Sword to dismantle for 10 or 20 moves. Then he seemed to stab the left side with a casual sword. On the way, Song Qingshu turned around and flirted the sword, and just sent his neck to the sword. Lu Yuan's side sword gently touched and put it into the sheath, retreating outside the field.

"Take aside." Lu Yuan bowed.

"That's my own mistake, how can I count it! Let's come again!" Song Qingshu felt that he was not investigating for a while, and actually said, shouting immediately.

"I'll try it." Everyone turned around and saw that Mo Shenggu stood up with a look of eagerness to try.

The next thing was like a replica of the previous game. Mo Shenggu's sword technique was several times more sharp than Song Qingshu, but Lu Yuan dismantled more than a dozen moves in a regular manner, and then the sword tip was swung casually. Mo Shenggu's wrist just hit it. If it weren't for Lu Yuan's side sword, the hand would have been removed.

Lu Yuan's sword technique is just like that. Because the Great Demon-Subduing Sword Technique really does not meet his taste. In his opinion, boxing is the key to studying the mystery of the human body, and sword technique is a tool for killing people. So if it were not for the purpose of retaining some face for the opponent, he was impatient to dismantle the setting of more than a dozen moves first. As for victory, it was just based on the principle of the Dugu Nine Swords. If the realm is high, it makes sense for any action. Lu Yuan now understood this rule. Lu Yuan's eyes were sharp at this time, and he could tell at a glance that the rest was just to put the sword in his sword technique.

"Please give me advice." This time it was Song Yuanqiao. He just said something, then put his palms into a posture, waiting for Lu Yuan to take the move first.

Lu Yuan was not polite, and stabbed Song Daxia's shoulder with a move "Immortal Guide" and the two fought on the court. Song Yuanqiao was nearly fifty years old and was in his prime, and his skills were stronger than Yuan Heng. Compared with the two sword palms, Lu Yuan's sword technique immediately showed signs of decline, but he was just trying to support it.

If Lu Yuan followed the routine, he could not beat Song Yuanqiao. But in terms of his understanding of martial arts, only Zhang Sanfeng could surpass Lu Yuan. Therefore, although Lu Yuan was at a disadvantage, he could make the situation come back every time he stabbed his sword. After a few times, he could not decide the outcome, so both sides had to stop.

Lu Yuan couldn't imagine that he had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard a light sentence, "The old Taoist looks itchy and wants to try it."

There was no choice but to stand in the venue with Zhang Sanfeng carrying a wooden sword.

Zhang Laodao is free and easy by nature and never attaches great importance to reputation. He thinks Lu Yuan's martial arts look interesting, but he always feels that he is still unsatisfied, so he wants to try it out himself, and he doesn't care about wheel battles or other things.

According to seniority, of course, Lu Yuan took the initiative first. However, after Lu Yuan stood in the field, he did not rush to pull out his posture, but was just thinking alone with a sad face. After a long time, Lu Yuan sighed and threw the sword out of the field. He put his hands together and put on a "respect for Tathagata". However, he wanted to face Zhang Sanfeng's wooden sword empty-handed, except for Xie Xun, all the Wudang heroes were stunned.

Then the two "fighted" for dozens of rounds. The two of them were several feet apart, one was punching slowly and the other was dancing slowly. The fists and feet did not bring a trace of strong wind, and the sword did not have any sword energy that broke through the air, but they seemed to be practicing each other. However, the movements of the two were getting slower and slower, Lu Yuan's clothes were bulging like sails, and his whole body was ripped up, and his punch and kick were like pushing a big stone to pull a huge cable, carrying great strength. Zhang Sanfeng was also white in his head like a pillar, and the sword body filled with true energy trembled slightly. After the sword tip slowly passed through the air, it left a clear ring that would not dissipate for a long time.

Later, Lu Yuan simply stood in his original place, with a faint circle scattering around his body. He only occasionally made a move to the empty space. Zhang Sanfeng held the sword and closed his eyes slightly, but he still did not move, but he kept experiencing various circles around him, such as large circles, small circles, oblong and flat circles.

The competition continued until afternoon.

Lu Yuan's air circle almost covered the entire martial arts training ground, while Zhang Sanfeng's circle piled into a "sword mountain". At the junction of both sides, there was endless struggle between you and you went forward and I retreated. Except for Song Yuanqiao who could understand one or two points, everyone else was at a loss.

With a sudden "touch", Lu Yuan's bulging clothes finally couldn't hold on, and they broke into pieces, and the air circle dissipated. Xie Xun immediately took off his shirt and put it on the naked Lu Yuan. Lu Yuan sat down and used his skills indifferently.

Seeing that the old Taoist Zhang Sanfeng had stopped moving, he was stroking a tiny crack on the wooden sword, saying "What a pity", he walked towards the back hall alone.

Everyone was confused.

Lu Yuan meditated until late at night. Today is Mid-Autumn Festival, when the bright moon shines all over the hall and the shadows of osmanthus are swaying, the few people drinking in the main hall suddenly heard a whistle sound. The roar is getting louder and louder, shaking the cups and plates on the table, pointing straight to the sky like a dragon roaring in the river. The few people drinking stand up and run to the backyard. As soon as they walked into the martial arts training ground, they saw Lu Yuan tidying up his clothes and walked out with a smile.

The Nine Yang Divine Art that he practiced for eight years was finally achieved. At this point, the Nine Yang Divine Art corresponded internally and externally, and was endless and there was no risk of lack.

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