Fu Shifeng

Chapter 126

Cheng Sanwu sat on a piece of broken rock, pulled out the Bailian Divine Knife and placed it horizontally on his knees, wrapped the blade with a flannelette and wiped it slowly.

Although the Hundred Refining Sword was still bloodless after fierce battles, Cheng Sanwu still learned how to maintain the sword under the guidance of Afu during those days in Chang'an.

"I know you are very talented, and you can learn any martial arts moves at a glance, but you still can't let go of some accumulated skills." After a lingering time, Afu picked up the Hundred Refining Sword that was placed beside the bed, and pulled it out under the dim light. Out of view: "Excellent knife skills, in addition to inner skills and mental skills, outer skills moves, knife maintenance is also the most important thing."

"Isn't it just a knife? When it's worn out, just exchange it for another." Cheng Sanwu rested his head on one hand, looked at Afu's smooth jade back, and alluring pear-shaped waist and hips, absent-mindedly.

"If you keep holding on to this kind of thinking, it is doomed to be difficult to see the profound realm of the sword technique." Afuyu brushed the blade with his finger, and Cheng Sanwu hugged her from behind, and buried his face behind her thick hair behind the ear Among them, rubbing and sniffing deeply.

Unexpectedly, Afu did not push Cheng Sanwu away casually, but looked at the Bailian Shendao seriously, as if looking for something.

"What are you looking for?" Cheng Sanwu asked curiously seeing that Afu didn't respond.

"Sword Intent." Afu's eyes focused: "Swords and weapons are not ordinary foreign objects. Warriors rely on them to confront the enemy, just like the extension of the body and limbs. When you used to fight with a knife in the past, could you feel it from the moment of confrontation? See the enemy's killing intent? Even predict the future changes in moves?"

Cheng Sanwu thought for a while, then nodded: "I do feel something, but I can't explain it."

"What martial arts practitioners exercise is not only the muscles and bones, but also the mind and mind. It's just that most martial arts classics don't mention it." Afu said: "Most people in the world don't know it. Thinking, walking, sitting and lying on weekdays, and even the most inconspicuous breathing and heartbeat are actually controlled by the mind and mind, but this part of the mind seems to be submerged in a deep pool, and ordinary people cannot grasp it.

"For such deep hidden thoughts, practitioners call them Yuanshen or Eight Consciousnesses, and usually reveal these deep hidden thoughts through methods such as keeping the spirit and contemplating, entering tranquility and meditation, so as to completely control their own body and mind, and even Get unprecedented transformation.

"Martial arts is different. It doesn't start with tranquility, but instead practice internal and external kung fu into the mind and mind. Through continuous training, martial arts moves, movement of qi and energy are completely transformed into the instinct of the body, and there is no need to fight against the enemy. Thinking, naturally you can use it as you like, and even think about it first."

"I seem to have heard Changqing say something similar." When Cheng Sanwu said this, his hands were restless.

"Taoism pursues both form and spirit, and harmony with Taoism. It is naturally proficient in the knowledge of physical and mental cultivation, but there is still a difference from martial arts... Well, don't make trouble." Afu snorted lightly, shaking her shoulders, and shook off Cheng Sanwu .

Seeing the beautiful woman leave his arms, Cheng Sanwu had no choice but to lie down again: "What you said seems to have nothing to do with the maintenance of the sword."

"Why doesn't it matter?" Afu put on a light tulle single dress, and held a horizontal knife at an angle. Over time, the sword itself will also develop spirituality, and if it encounters danger, it will sound a warning, so that people can deal with it as soon as possible."

"Is it really that amazing?" Cheng Sanwu didn't quite believe it.

"I won't talk about the mysterious ones." Afu continued: "For example, those first-rate swordsmen in the martial arts, before they make a move, their sword intent will lock the enemy first, predict the opponent's move, and even use up the sword before it is out of the sheath. Destroy the enemy move. When the moment comes, you can kill the enemy with a single sword.

"Furthermore, being able to cultivate the ultimate intent of the sword will be of great benefit to future luck. How far the sword energy can reach depends on how far the mind can penetrate. The more condensed the ultimate intent of the sword, the stronger the aura of the sword. The sharper it is, the sharper it is. You don’t want to face a strong enemy with protective energy one day, and you can’t cut it with dozens of knives, do you?”

After listening to this instruction, Cheng Sanwu followed Afu to learn how to maintain the knife. During the process of wiping and oiling, he breathed softly and slenderly, and concentrated on feeling every touch from the blade, treating it as a part of his body , and gradually merged with it.

After the wiping was finished, the Bailian Divine Knife glowed faintly with a round of red light, as if the stream of flames wrapped around it, which would last for a long time.

It wasn't until now that Cheng Sanwu really felt that the Hundred Refining Sword had become an extension of his arm. Even with his eyes closed, he could sense the outside world through the blade.

Changes in wind direction, cold and heat, dryness, ground tremors... the outer edge that can only be known by five sense organs on weekdays is now presented in another form in the mind, and everything in the world seems to have changed.

"It seems that the hag spent a lot of effort in cultivating you."

Taotie's voice sounded for no reason, Cheng Sanwu opened his eyes and glanced sideways, a figure that was no different from himself was leaning against a huge rock next to him, with a subtle smile: "But now that you're doing this, aren't you afraid of causing trouble for her?"

Cheng Sanwu put the knife back into its sheath silently, without responding, stuffed the sundries at hand into the leather pouch, and hung them on the back of the big bay red horse.

"Oh, you are afraid that it will tip off the news, so you dare not speak?" Taotie looked at the bay red horse and made a special circle around: "Don't worry, it can't see it. And if you want to talk to me, you don't need to open your mouth."

At this time, the red horse snorted and shook his head to signal the south. Cheng Sanwu raised his eyes and looked, under the west slanting sun, he could faintly see billowing smoke and swaying flags in the distance.

"Shuofang's army is already approaching here." Cheng Sanwu stroked the horse's neck gently: "If that Zhaoyang Lord is greedy and wants to occupy the Danyu mine here, he must come alone."

The jujube red horse planed its hooves eagerly, and Cheng Sanwu comforted him: "Are you worried that I will miscalculate? If I am really wrong, then slip away, there is nothing to be ashamed of."

Taotie interjected: "I thought you were going to kill the three thousand soldiers of the Shuofang army at once? Anyway, let's eat meat. I've been hungry for years."

"If Mr. Zhaoyang came here alone, then I will kill him here." Cheng Sanwu said to Zaohong Dama: "If I can't deal with it, you can come out to help."

Zaohong Dama ignored it, lowered his head and picked up a few danyu, like eating beans, swallowing without chewing.

"Hey, eat it raw?" Taotie said in a startled tone, "Isn't it afraid of having a stomachache?"

Cheng Sanwu looked at the jujube red horse nibbling on the danyu, thoughtfully, then patted the horse's back: "Okay, you hide somewhere else first."

The red horse left reluctantly, and Cheng Sanwu slowly came to the high place on the slope, where he could see the soldiers and horses of the Shuofang army in the distance more clearly.

And down the slope in front of Cheng Sanwu, there are thousands of gluttonous family members, they are holding broken weapons, if you glance around casually, you will think it is a large group of refugees who are not fully clothed and armed to protect themselves.

These gluttonous family members obviously also sensed the approach of the Shuofang army, and they raised their heads one after another and roared. To Cheng Sanwu, it was the voice of eagerness to fight, eager to eat meat and drink blood, and each of them couldn't wait to show off their might.

Even the cub, which was not as tall as Cheng Sanwu's waist, screamed again and again, holding an angular stone in his hand, as if he wanted to smash the prey's head open and suck the warm brain.

Cheng Sanwu, who witnessed this situation, for some reason, suddenly had a trace of sadness on his face, and the thousands of gluttonous family members in front of him seemed to return to their original state, turning back to ordinary mortals.

"What are you pretending to be?" Taotie came to Cheng Sanwu, and said unceremoniously: "For your own selfishness, you clearly want to push this group of family members to a dead end, even though they have completely devoted themselves to you."

"They shouldn't have existed in the first place."

After Cheng Sanwu finished speaking, his eyes were clouded with darkness, and his aura changed suddenly. The roaring gluttonous family members immediately quieted down and turned to look at their master.

Without saying a word, Cheng Sanwu raised his finger to the Shuofang army approaching in the distance.When the family members received the order, they burst into a frenzied roar, one by one bravely scrambling to be the first, striding forward with thick and strong hoofs, galloping towards the Shuofang army, bringing up billows of smoke and dust.

After the family members left, Cheng Sanwu sat down slowly and let the sun shine on his body, but he couldn't feel the slightest warmth.

……

A loud roar came from the other side of the hill, Zhaoyang Jun reined in his horse and stopped, with a suspicious expression on his face, he signaled his subordinates: "Go and see."

The subordinate Pegasus went, and quickly turned around after a while: "Those demons are heading south in groups!"

"Oh?" Mr. Zhaoyang showed joy when he heard the words: "It seems that Zhang Fan and the others are quite useful, and they really lured the demon away."

At this time, another subordinate came from the other side, crossing his hands and proclaiming: "I found it! The Danyu mine is in the valley ahead!"

"Lead the way!" Jun Zhaoyang was overjoyed, and he couldn't wait to rush to the destination. It was a valley with a width of thirty or forty feet, and the earth and rocks on the ground spread out like a spider web.

There are gravels and gravels all over the valley, not a single blade of grass grows, corpses and limbs can be seen faintly among the sands and gravels, it should be the monsters who were affected and died.

Lord Zhaoyang glanced around and said, "Cheng Sanwu may have died here too, look for any corpses left behind."

After giving this order, Mr. Zhaoyang got off his horse and came to the center of the valley, where there were many red jades, showing a blood-like color under the afterglow of the setting sun.

Lord Zhaoyang leaned over to inspect, these danyu were as big as a human head, and as small as gravel.Stretch out your hand to touch it, even if it is not polished, you can still feel a subtle rhythm that is suitable for your own energy.

Even if he doesn't understand spells, Mr. Zhaoyang can be sure that these ruddy jades are good-quality danyus only by this unique induction. He even has the idea that danyus can reconcile the energy channels of his body and energy.

The "Nine Bases of Kanyuan" practiced by Mr. Zhaoyang is an advanced martial art that combines internal and external training.The original code of the secret manual once aroused competition among many martial arts figures, and finally fell into the hands of Mr. Zhaoyang by luck.

It is said that when the last emperor of the former dynasty visited Jiangdu, he brought a large number of rare treasures with him along with the magical soldiers of martial arts, and "Kanyuan Nine Bases" was among them.Later, the last emperor died in the rebellion, and these rare treasures and military codes of magic weapons were scattered, accompanied by the chaotic times between the dynasties and revolutions, causing a bloody storm.

It's a pity that Mr. Zhaoyang's martial arts secret book was damaged due to the scramble of various parties, and some chapters and sentences were incomplete. Mr. Zhaoyang himself groped and practiced alone in his early years. Years of sweating.

Later, Mr. Zhaoyang gave "Nine Bases of Kanyuan" to Yinlong Sigao to sort out, hoping to find a way to cure the root cause of the disease.But those old guys actually said that the root cause of his disease had already become part of his body. If he wanted to be cured completely, he could only abolish the original body, practice again, and supplemented with panacea to repair the meridians.

When he heard this method, Mr. Zhaoyang's first reaction was that Yinlongsi wanted to murder himself.Once you abolish your skills, not only will your future be ruined, but you will also be slaughtered by others.Before Mr. Zhaoyang entered the Ministry of Internal Affairs, he had provoked more than one or two enemies on the martial arts road. How could he tolerate himself becoming a powerless ordinary person? !

Now seeing the red jade all over the place, Mr. Zhaoyang couldn't help guessing, this object has the ability to carry objects and inherit the law, and connect all phenomena, so is it possible to repair the defects in his own body?

Even if it doesn't work, if you use this danyu mine for profit in the future, maybe you can invite Taoist masters to open a furnace to make alchemy to help you overcome your lack of skill.

Thinking of this, Mr. Zhaoyang was full of anticipation and eager to try.The only problem right now is how to report this matter to Chang'an, after all, there is no way for him to monopolize such a large danyu mine.

Eunuch Feng must work hard on his side, he must win the right to manage the mine, and if it is not complete, he must give some profit to Yan Fengjun, so that the ten-year-old chief can stand by his side.It's just that this ten-year-old chief doesn't like money or lust, and I can't see through this person...

At this time, there were boulders rolling down not far away, Lord Zhaoyang suddenly felt something, looked up, and saw Cheng Sanwu standing against the light, casting a large shadow, he was dressed in rags, holding his hand on the handle of a knife, like Shura returning from a bloody battle.

"Cheng Sanwu?!" Zhaoyang Jun screamed, and at the same time attracted a group of subordinates behind.

"It's your father and me." Cheng Sanwu spoke glibly, and glanced at Mr. Zhaoyang and his subordinates, seeing their respective abilities in his eyes.

Undoubtedly, Lord Zhaoyang had the highest martial arts present, and the rest of his subordinates were almost the same as the three of Zhang Fan.And for some reason, Cheng Sanwu felt that the other party's breath was weirdly sticky and greasy, which seemed to be in natural conflict with his own Yanfeng Kung Fu.

"You're not dead yet?" Mr. Zhaoyang put down the Danyu in his hand, and looked at Cheng Sanwu with jealous eyes, especially when he saw the other party's burly and heroic figure, and then thought of himself because of "Kanyuan Nine "Base" and become fat and round, greasy and sweaty, not liked by women, and angry and resentful in their hearts.

Cheng Sanwu sensed the other party's obvious killing intent, so he asked, "Are you the Zhaoyang Lord of Gongchenwei?"

"It seems that you know me? Very good." Mr. Zhaoyang no longer restrained himself, and took a step forward. His robe, which was already propped up by his fat figure, was even more bulging. To issue a death sentence:

"The traitor Cheng Sanwu colluded with the demon Taoist Pang Yanjin, killed the secret agent of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and openly defied the government's arrest. He should be killed without pardon!"

"The momentum is not small, just let me try the knife." Cheng Sanwu drew the knife out of its sheath, and also took a step forward, and immediately the whole body was engulfed in flames and flames wrapped around the blade!
"Gang Qi? You actually have the power of Gang Qi?!" Mr. Zhaoyang suddenly changed his face.

"Oh? So you don't know?" Cheng Sanwu laughed loudly, and Yan Liu roared: "In that case, I will not be polite!"

(End of this chapter)