Chapter 36: Yang Us

Fang Zheng clasped his hands together, "Good. Good."

Tang Jinlou walked out of the Zen room. In the courtyard, a locust tree stood tall and stood tall. Through the gaps between the branches, you could vaguely see the green mountains in the distance.

Tang Jinlou felt a piece of mind, and exhaled a long breath of turbid air and walked quickly towards his room.

Tang Jinlou walked to the small courtyard where the three masters and apprentices' guest rooms were located, but saw Yue Buqun standing in the courtyard, practicing qigong quietly.

As soon as Tang Jinlou arrived at the corner, Yue Buqun had already opened his eyes and looked here. When he saw that it was Tang Jinlou, he was obviously relieved.

Tang Jinlou quickly saluted: "Master."

Yue Buqun waved his hand, walked up, reached out to pull Tang Jinlou's left hand, and put on his pulse. With just a moment, he found that his internal injuries had not changed much. Although they were not healed, they did not worsen after all. Yue Buqun breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Lu'er, the Shaolin monks had given me three months of antidote a few days ago. You must practice hard these days. If you can suppress the toxins by yourself, we don't have to bother the Shaolin monks."

Tang Jinlou was stunned and wanted to say that he was very different from before, and wanted him not to worry about his poison. But when he reached his mouth, he couldn't say it.

Different, what's different?

Tang Jinlou said, "Master...I must work hard to practice."

The door of the Zen room creaked, Fang Zheng opened his eyes and saw Fang Sheng walking in through the door, folding his hands together, and whispering: "Senior Brother."

Fang Zheng stretched out his hand and pointed to the cushion in front of him and said, "Junior Brother Fang Sheng, sit down."

Fang Sheng sat in front of him and said, "Abbot, Master Yue told me in the afternoon that when his disciple Tang Jinlou listened to your lecture, the three masters and disciples will rush back to Huashan."

Fang Zheng nodded and said, "Mr. Yue has been traveling around in recent months for the Five Mountains Alliance on June 6th. Now there are only a few months left, so he wants to come back to Huashan to prepare."

Fang Sheng said: "Zuo Lengchan is ambitious and wants to merge the Five Mountains Sects. The leader of the Huashan Sect runs around and persuades all sects not to merge. I don't understand at all..." Fang Sheng said in confusion, "Zuo Lengchan wants to merge the sects for the sake of fame and fortune in the world. That is because of his selfish intentions, but Mr. Yue advises all sects not to cooperate..." He shook his head with some difficulty and said, "I don't know what he means."

Fang Zheng smiled slightly and said, "There are many young masters in the Huashan Sect now, and revival is just around the corner. How could Master Yue care about the sect?"

Fang Sheng shook his head and said, "What if he became the head of the Five Mountains?"

Fang Zheng looked at him and said, "The people in the world may have forgotten the sword energy dispute back then, but Mr. Yue must still remember it very well."

Fang Sheng was stunned, and then suddenly realized that if the internal skills of swordsmanship were practiced very differently in one sect, it would be easy to produce different sects.

Fang Sheng nodded and said, "So that's it."

Fang Zheng stared at Fang Sheng and suddenly said, "Junior Brother Fang Sheng, what do you have to say, just say it."

Fang Sheng hesitated for a moment and said, "Senior Brother, how is the young man's internal injury now?"

Fang Zheng's eyes were gentle and he said, "I knew you wanted to ask about his injuries. The lecture that day had just ended. Tell me that he was the descendant of Mr. Feng, and I hope I can help him, right?"

Fang Sheng looked ashamed and said, "Mr. Feng has been kind to me..."

Fang Zheng interrupted him and said, "Mr. Feng has great kindness to Shaolin." Fang Zheng looked at him and said slowly, "Did you have been studying Buddhism for so many years but you are just helping others because of kindness and killing people because of hatred?!"

Fang Sheng sighed and looked ashamed.

Fang Zheng said: "Of course there is no need to be attached to hatred, so why should we be exceptions for kindness?"

Fang Sheng sighed, "Yes."

Fang Zheng sighed and said, "He has been enlightened. You told me before that his internal strength has reached its peak. When I saw him, his complexion was extremely deteriorating and he didn't believe it at first. But looking at how he left, even if he didn't before, it's almost right now."

Fang Sheng was happy, and then he remembered that "you cannot be attached to kindness" and immediately restrained.

Fang Zheng looked at his expression and knew that he had not seen through his gratitude and hatred. He sighed and said, "Junior Brother Fang Sheng, you said he is the descendant of Mr. Feng and knows Dugu Jiujian. How did you see it?"

Fang Sheng said, "Don't worry, senior brother, he is definitely the successor of Dugu Nine Swords, and he will never be wrong." He also said Fang Zheng was worried that Tang Jinlou was not really the successor of Dugu Nine Swords. As soon as he said that, he realized something was wrong. Fang Zheng looked at him, shook his head and sighed, "What does it matter if he is the successor of Dugu Nine Swords."

Fang Sheng hurriedly said, "Yes. Actually, I didn't see it at all. His swordsmanship is all about Huashan Road, and he is not as casual as Dugu Jiujian."

Fang Zheng said "Oh?" and Fang Sheng said, "At that time, the Mingtuomu Peak in the north wanted to escape. When the young hero Tang caught up with him, he turned around and sprinkled poisonous water. The distance was very close at that time, so it was extremely difficult to hide..."

Fang Zheng browsed and asked, "How did he avoid it?"

Fang Sheng said: "At that time, Young Master Tang had a long sword, and the poisonous water was spilled back..."

Fang Zheng nodded and said relievedly: "So that's it. The arrow-breaking style... This is not a false false. I didn't expect that Mr. Feng would really have a successor."

In the early morning, Yue Buqun opened his eyes.

He opened the door and came to the yard. He closed his eyes and used his skills to face the sunset that was faintly visible on the green mountains in the distance. A thread of purple air gradually surrounded his face.

Half an hour later, Yue Buqun slowly finished his work.

The purple air on his face gradually disappeared. Yue Buqun was about to wash up when he suddenly saw the door of Tang Jinlou creaking and Tang Jinlou walked out of the door with a long sword in his hand.

Yue Buqun was shocked and said, "Lu'er, your internal injuries have not healed, how dare you come to practice swordsmanship?"

Tang Jinlou stretched and said, "Master, I am just practicing to raise my sword so that I will not be able to use the internal injury in the future, but I will not even use the sword."

Yue Buqun frowned and said, "Be careful."

"yes."

Yue Buqun took two steps back and arrived in front of his room. Although he knew that Tang Jinlou was a joke, he also felt that practicing sword skills from time to time was definitely beneficial, especially Yang Wu Jian, which was just a use of self-cultivation and character cultivation. It would be better to practice when he was recuperating his injuries.

Tang Jinlou practiced Yangwu's sword technique with one move after another.

Yangwu Sword is the most important thing. Before Huashan disciples practice this sword, they often stand quietly and think quietly, "fostering the great spirit", and then slowly use the sword. Yangwu Sword's sword moves are simple, and the changes are not complicated. The emphasis is on the sword's intention first. When the sword arrives, the sword will arrive. Therefore, when facing the enemy, only those with a clear mind can exert the power of this sword.

If you only talk about moves, in Yangwu Sword, at least nine of the ten moves are guarding moves, and only talk about guarding moves, that is indeed a good idea. You can defend it very well. Therefore, for disciples of the Huashan Sect, Yangwu Sword usually uses the life-saving sword technique when they are forced into a mess by masters. But usually, they can't save their lives even if they want to save their lives.

Yue Buqun looked at Tang Jinlou with a straight look, and he was more like practicing sword skills, with a relaxed expression. But as Tang Jinlou's sword continued one by one, his face gradually became serious.

Tang Jinlou's sword was not fast and did not have much power. But as long as his sword moved, Yue Buqun could feel a strange rhythm in it.

Yue Buqun was a little confused, and thought to himself: "If his internal strength is still there, this sword can be faster, and this move can make the sword energy full of momentum. He can also prevent the gaps around his body."

But I felt in my heart that if this was true, this sword technique would never be able to do so.

so?

Yue Buqun was shocked and looked carefully. Tang Jinlou was still practicing Yangwu's sword technique with one sword at a time. There was no deep internal strength or wonderful moves between the sword. But in his eyes, he could not say... awkward!

That's right, it's awkward. But it's not awkward swordsmanship. But Yue Buqun himself feels awkward.

Cold sweat suddenly emerged from Yue Buqun's forehead.

He understood why he felt awkward.

Because no matter how he looked at it, he could not break the Yangwu sword technique. Moreover, the long sword that seemed to never leave the body was built without a safe high wall, but instead faintly showed a sharp attack.

Like water, it is pervasive.

Yue Buqun couldn't help but take a step back, and the door was behind him. As soon as he retreated, he knocked open his door.

When Tang Jinlou heard the sound, he stopped his swordsmanship, turned around and said, "Master?"
Chapter completed!