From the headmaster of Quanzhen, he began to traverse the heavens

Chapter 9 Changchun Real People
Yin Zhiping and Zhao Zhijing are brothers and sisters of the same school who compete with each other every year, regardless of Xuanlin. Although the competition in the same school may not necessarily lead to a winner or loser, Yin Zhiping is young and has a small mind, and Zhao Zhijing has a small amount of equipment. The other side is fighting for the title of No. [-] in three generations.

After a moment of confrontation, Zhao Zhijing's sword tip trembled slightly and said, "Junior Brother Yin, please come in."

As a junior, Yin Zhiping naturally dared not and couldn't be polite. As soon as the hilt turned, he attacked with the first move "Zhang Fan's hoist".

The competition in the same sect is based on martial arts cultivation, not fighting in the rivers and lakes. Therefore, Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping each used Quanzhen swordsmanship to make moves. The moves were peaceful, and the clanging sound of the swords intersecting also went straight into the sky, revealing the sword. It has already been transported internally.

Lin Qingxuan's eyes widened as he watched. The Tianyan mirror continued to add formulas and outlines of moves, as well as the experience and experience of the two of them in practicing Quanzhen swordsmanship.

Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping are both well-qualified and true disciples who have been trained by famous teachers. They are very proficient in the practice of Quanzhen swordsmanship, and their moves are already indistinguishable, but Zhao Zhijing is a few years older and has fought a hundred times. After the move, Yin Zhiping's sword was somewhat insufficient, and thus fell below.

Lin Qingxuan was in a good mood as he watched the increasing number of mental tricks and maps in Tian Yanjing's mirror. At the same time, he also saw Yin Zhiping's weakness in succession by virtue of his profound insights into Quanzhen's internal training.

He thought to himself: it seems that Yin Zhiping will be defeated within ten moves.

Things were as expected by Lin Qingxuan, and after another eight fights, Yin Zhiping's defeat was revealed, but he refused to admit defeat.

Seeing that he couldn't defeat Senior Brother Zhao, Yin Zhiping took a step back, raised his right arm, and the sword stance changed dramatically. Although the style of the swordsmanship was the same as that of Quanzhen, the moves were different.

I saw Yin Zhiping pinching the sword with his left hand, stepping on his left foot, and the sword slashed upward like a lightning bolt.

"Dingyang Needle!"

Zhao Zhijing's face was solemn, and he also stabbed with the same move and sword. In an instant, the two swords intersected, and there was a crisp sound, and then each of them took a step back.

Yin Zhiping's skill was insufficient. After taking a step back, his wrist loosened, and the long sword in his hand swirled and flew up, like a silver moon falling into the crowd of three generations of disciples watching.

Ma Yu, Liu Chuxuan, and Hao Datong were worried about accidentally hurting their disciples, so they were about to fly off and cut off the long sword.

Suddenly, a gray shadow descended from the sky, grabbed Yin Zhiping's long sword and dropped it.

Everyone looked at it as a red-faced Taoist who was nearly fifty years old, wearing a gray Taoist robe.

This Taoist man's eyebrows flew diagonally into his temples, his ears were large, his beard was like a halberd, his eyes were gleaming, and he had a heroic look on his face.

Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping hurried forward and bowed down, one called Shibo and the other Master.

Lin Qingxuan raised his eyebrows and secretly said in his heart: So this person is Changchun Ziqiu Chuji. It was the first time I saw him in Chongyang Palace in more than a year. Ci Shang couldn't react in time, no wonder he was the one with the highest martial arts among the Seven Sons of Quanzhen.

Qiu Chuji laughed, helped the two up, praised Zhao Zhijing's swordsmanship and solid foundation, turned his head and glanced at Yin Zhiping again, and said sternly, "Don't you think that with some aptitude you can fully cultivate my Quanzhen martial arts? Quanzhen swordsmanship hasn't been mastered yet, but he has practiced Dingyang Needle again, if it weren't for the same skills, just relying on the swordsmanship of the three-legged cat you just practiced, you will die a few times after going down the mountain!"

Yin Zhiping was sweating profusely and kept kowtowing to confess his guilt.

Qiu Chuji snorted coldly and shouted, "Get up and watch!"

Speaking of which, Qiu Chuji was holding Yin Zhiping's long sword, which is also a left-hand pinch sword technique. He took half a step with his left foot to the left, and his right long sword drew a semi-circle and slashed out.

The same movement, the same sword move, but Qiu Chuji did not use it without any vigour and vigour. It seemed unremarkable, but in the eyes of Ma Yu, Liu Chuxuan, Hao Datong, Tan Chuduan, and Sun Buer, they all felt it was just right. With enough, can not help but tut admiration.

Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping were the closest to each other, and they both knew that Qiu Chuji was pointing him out, and he was also advising him.

With one stroke of Dingyang Needle, Qiu Chuji threw the sword to Yin Zhiping to catch it, and said coldly, "Get up, don't be greedy for more speed in the future, so that you can stabilize your inner and basic martial arts, your swordsmanship. Although the fists and feet are good, but the foundation is not enough, if you meet a master, you will definitely suffer!"

Yin Zhiping took the sword and agreed, and then crawled on the ground and buckled two heads before sending it.

Ma Yu stroked his beard and smiled, "Junior Brother Qiu, have you been back for a long time?"

Qiu Chuji threw the bamboo hat and bag on his back and threw it on the side table. After meeting Ma Yu and the others, he explained, "I wanted to come back to see the progress of my disciples this year, but unfortunately I stayed in XZ for two days before I came in. When I saw Zhi Ping arranging the disfigured Dingyang Needle here, he couldn't help but instruct and educate him, and the teacher in charge should not dislike making trouble for his younger brother."

Ma Yu said with a smile: "Let's sit down and have a cup of hot tea, the disciples under your seat are doing very well just now..."

In front of the hall, the sixth son of Quanzhen was talking, Yin Zhiping and Zhao Zhijing had also stepped down, and several male disciples ordered by Sun Buer and Hao Datong's disciples stood up again to compare their darts and footwork.

Quanzhen’s martial arts are good at internal martial arts and swordsmanship, but it is not that there are other martial arts. Palm and Qinggong are also unique in martial arts, but Quanzhen’s seven sons are not good at learning, and the three generations of disciples are not worth mentioning, so they can’t Famous in the rivers and lakes.

Walking in the rivers and lakes, hidden weapon kung fu is a skill that everyone cannot help but learn.

The Qinggong of the Quanzhen Sect is the same as the mental method. It is solid and solid, and its lightness and speed are far inferior to the ancient tomb sect. That Zhou Botong chased and killed Qiu Qianren, although Qinggong was not as good as "floating on the water with iron palms", but after a few hours of long distance, he was able to approach.

However, since Wang Chongyang's death, the Quanzhen Sect has no more masters and masters in the formation, and the Quanzhen seven sons rely only on the Tiangang Beidou formation. They teach the disciples to also pay attention to the scramble for star positions in the formation, and the footwork movement of changing positions.

Therefore, the third generation disciples of Quanzhen Sect may not be considered brilliant, but as long as they have a little foundation, they should practice the Qinggong movement method of the Tiangang Beidou Array under the strict urging of their teachers, so this small range of rotation and movement, the step forward and backward The Law Bodies are all practiced very solidly.

Here the little Taoists are fighting lively, and Lin Qingxuan over there is also dazzled and fascinated. It is not how brilliantly these little Taoists have practiced their kung fu, but the mirror that constantly mirrors and replicates the martial arts of the little Taoists. Lin Qingxuan was happy in his heart, and when he looked at the movements of the little Taoist priest, he only felt kind and good-looking.

In particular, his steps and movements are profound and profound.

After half an hour, four groups of disciples had already changed on the field.

Because the authentic martial arts of Xuanmen require not only the formulas of the mind, but also the secret language entrance of the Taoist practice, and there are also matching breathing methods and movements.

Therefore, the Chongyang Palace Grand Competition did not expel the Taoist fire worker who was serving him, and Lin Qingxuan did not attract the attention of others when he stood in the distance.

The more no one pays attention to Lin Qingxuan, the more vigorous he looks. Unknowingly, his inner qi was exhausted, and the spectacle of Tianyanjing disappeared. Only then did he wake up, and then he glanced at the experiences of more than a dozen people on the glasses. And martial arts mind, although most martial arts minds are incomplete, and many are far inferior to myself, but those corresponding experiences will help me practice martial arts.

It is estimated that these martial arts essentials and experience in the mirror are enough to digest for ten days and a half, Lin Qingxuan reluctantly looked back, went to the side hall to find the fire worker on duty and asked for sesame oil, so he carried the oil. The pot went back to the kitchen.

(End of this chapter)