The Sword of Smiling and Proud

Chapter 47

I saw that figure disappeared in the mountains after a few jumps.

Guan Yuan guessed that this might be Feng Qingyang who lives in seclusion behind Huashan Mountain.He traveled all over Huashan before, and indeed found several traces of human habitation.After all, although Feng Qingyang lives in seclusion, he still has to eat, drink, live, and travel, so he can't be a savage.

He and Linghu Chong have lived in Siguoya for two years, practicing martial arts and swords on the platform every day, probably Feng Qingyang would have discovered it long ago.

That night, Guan Yuan and Linghu Chong watched the stars at night on the platform and had a long talk.

Linghu Chong was still immersed in the happiness of Yue Lingshan delivering meals to him during the day, he was in a good mood, and he danced his sword under the moon, looking very chic and unrestrained.

"Junior brother, do you think my Xiyi swordsmanship is good, chic? In your words, handsome!" Linghu Chong said narcissistically.

"Junior brother, you are also playing swordsmanship, aren't you studying the Chaoyang Yiqi sword?"

"Do you know, Junior Brother. When I first started, Zhengqi Hall wasn't called Zhengqi Hall, it was called Jianqi Chongxiao Hall. The name is so domineering. Zhengqi Hall is a bit clichéd, it doesn't sound good."

Linghu Chong became interested for a while, and was a little rambunctious.

"Junior brother, how do you practice your inner strength? I meditate every day, too. Why can't I catch up with you?" Linghu Chong was also a little helpless when he talked about this.

"Brother, you don't meditate as long as I do. I think you can only practice Qi for an hour a day at most, and you can't sit still." Guan Yuan said.

"Isn't one hour enough? If you grow your butt, you'll be dead."

"Junior Brother, tell me, in today's martial arts, where can we rank at the level of the two of us?" Linghu Chong came closer.

"I haven't been to too many places, but with my brother's current cultivation base, he is an invincible opponent among the younger generation in Central Sichuan." Guan Yuan said, because Linghu Chong has been living in Siguoya for the past two years. Practicing kung fu, there is no time to go to Sichuan to clash with Qingcheng Sixiu like in the original book.

"However, the world is so big, there are endless talented people and strange people, and seniors have to work hard." Guan Yuan continued, "Aside from other things, there must be many masters among the contemporary disciples of Shaolin Wudang. Besides, the martial arts world is full of dangers. Those seniors will not embarrass me and other juniors on the surface, but if they meet in private, they may not hold back."

"That's true." Linghu Chong lay on his back on a boulder, "Then junior brother, do you think it's better to practice swordsmanship or qigong?"

In the end, Linghu Chong still had self-doubt, and once again stood at the fork in the road where the seniors of Huashan had been troubled.

"If you ask me, whether it's practicing swords or practicing qi, they are both the right way." Guan Yuan replied softly.

At this time, he used his innate skills and concentrated his energy on his ears, only to hear the wind blowing through the forest a few meters away in the darkness, and the rustling of leaves seemed to be different from the surrounding ones.

Hey, this Feng Qingyang is still eavesdropping on the conversations of the younger generation.

"It doesn't matter if it's a black cat or a white cat, the cat that can catch mice is a good cat!" Guan Yuan put forward his own point of view, "Qigong is the foundation, swordsmanship is the use, grasp with both hands, both hands must be strong."

"If you have to distinguish between high and low, I think swordsmanship and internal strength are just different periods of time to exert their strengths. When you first start, swordsmanship is the first, and you can quickly gain the power of a battle before you can protect yourself in the arena. After all, alive There is a follow-up. After death, everything is empty. In the future, we must lay the foundation of qigong and prepare for climbing the peak in the future. The relationship between the two is gradual and spiral.”

"But I feel that I am more comfortable with swordsmanship." Linghu Chong said.

"That's right, everyone has their own specialties. Senior brother, you are very talented in the way of swordsmanship. It is understandable to spend more time on swordsmanship. But how much water a bucket can hold does not depend on the longest one. It depends on the shortest piece of wood. Senior brother, your internal strength cannot hold back your martial arts realm."

"Like last time, when I knocked out your saber, most of your abilities were lost immediately. If your internal strength is not weak, you can still play tricks with me and try to find a way to come back."

Linghu Chong nodded secretly.

"However, if you want to pursue the highest level of martial arts, I think you should spend more time on internal strength." Guan Yuan said at the end.

"Hmph, you brat with a yellow mouth, don't be ashamed to speak out." At this moment, a cold snort came from the darkness.

Guan Yuan had been on guard for a long time, but Linghu Chong was startled.He jumped up from the boulder, rolled over, raised his sword and stood in front of Guan Yuan.

"Who!" He shouted, "Who is a master, come to my Huashan, please forgive me for not greeting you well."

"Do I need you to greet me?!" I saw an old man coming from the darkness, and under the light of the bonfire, Guan Yuan and his brother were able to see clearly.

The old man had a white beard and a green robe, his expression was gloomy, his face was like gold paper, his face was not very clear under the flickering fire.

Linghu Chong still didn't know the identity of the visitor, and his expression was tense. As a senior brother, he tightly guarded Guan Yuan behind him.

"This is the place where the Huashan School has always faced the wall and thought about its mistakes. Outsiders don't know much about it. The fact that seniors can appear here must have a relationship with the Huashan School." Guan Yuan said aloud.

This person is Feng Qingyang, some time ago when he found Guan Yuan and his two retreating on Siguo Cliff, they thought it was another Huashan Sect junior who made some mistake and was punished.Unexpectedly, the two talked and laughed on weekdays, and there were people visiting each other, so I was curious.

Just now, he was listening to the two chatting on the sidelines. At first, Guan Yuan's sword qi point of view made him agree with him a little bit, but he was so angry at the saying that only the highest level of internal strength can be pursued, he couldn't help but snorted coldly, and showed his figure.

In fact, it was because Feng Qingyang saw these two Huashan juniors had good aptitude and hard work in the past few days, so he wanted to give them some advice.

Hearing Guan Yuan's words, Linghu Chong also reacted, "Senior, may I ask the Huashan sect's master face to face, my brother is the disciple of the current head of Huashan, head of Yue."

Feng Qingyang clasped his hands behind his back, and said in a dejected tone, "This old man is just a random person from the rivers and lakes, and he is no longer a member of the Huashan School."

Brother Guan Yuan looked at each other, knowing that the old man in front of him must be Senior Huashan, so he also expressed respect in his words.

"The kid who was talking nonsense just now, why, you have good internal skills?" Feng Qingyang asked with a finger pointing.

Feng Qingyang only saw two people practicing swords in the distance, but he couldn't distinguish the state of internal strength, so he asked this question.

"I don't dare to say yes, but I can achieve something." Guan Yuan replied.

"Hmph, arrogance, now that Yue Buqun is the head of the sect, are all the disciples so ignorant?"

The elders in the family are the ones who hate the frivolity of the younger generation the most.Feng Qingyang saw that Guan Yuan was only 18 years old, no matter how talented he was, how good his internal skills could be, he couldn't help being a little angry.

　In the previous Chapter 45, many readers criticized my writing as a bit sloppy.

　　I made some corrections and patches overnight, and I hope readers can support me a lot.

　　If there are still places that are not in place, welcome to discuss in the comment area.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)