plumnovel Chapter 16 Old man, don't think I don't know you're spying!
Chapter 16 Old man, don't think I don't know you're spying!
Another half month passed.
At sunrise, on the Cliff of Contemplation, Li Che sat cross-legged facing east.
During the breathing exercise, purple light enters the Baihui point (crown of the head), and the mind guides the Qi, causing it to descend when exhaling and surge upward when inhaling.
The warmth in the dantian intensified, and the internal energy mingled and flowed through the meridians, transforming a trickle into the force of a river.
Yue Buqun stood a few feet away from him, and seeing the faint purple luster appear on his face, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.
The first purple glow appears!
I still remember how it took me a whole year to reach this level, but...
It's true what they say: comparisons are odious, and goods are worthless.
He even doubted whether he had been practicing the Zixia Divine Skill wrong for the past thirty years, but then he thought again and realized that this was not right. Wasn't there a disciple in front of him who was following the same old path?
Why do I feel a little down about something that should make me happy?
Nearly two hours later, Li Che slowly finished his practice.
"Ahem~ Che'er, now that your Zixia Divine Skill has reached a high level, your master will descend the mountain today."
However... you still need to guard against arrogance and impatience, and continue your seclusion at the Cliff of Repentance for a while. When you exert your strength and the purple color appears on your face, solidifying and not dissipating, then you will have achieved a minor success.
Remember, do not slacken your efforts; you must strive to improve yourself!
"Yes, disciple will remember!"
"Excellent!" Yue Buqun replied with a smile, and then said, "I have already copied all the sword moves on the stone walls inside the cave. When you are not practicing, please scratch the stone walls to cover them up. The fewer people who know about this, the better."
"Master, rest assured, I know what to do!"
"good!"
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Three days later, late at night.
"Clang—!"
Li Che threw away the giant axe in his hand, its blade already showing cracks and fangs, and wiped away his sweat.
Looking up, the cave walls were full of pits and hollows, and the ground next to the walls was covered with pebbles.
Li Che's face was wrapped in cloth, and his light blue robe was covered in dust, truly embodying the saying: "When there is trouble, disciples will serve."
I wasn't necessarily exhausted, but I was definitely in a sorry state.
"Luckily the weather is getting warmer, go take a shower."
But as soon as he stepped into the passageway, he stopped abruptly, and suddenly circulated his qi in his dantian, instantly making his senses and hearing clear.
"Ha, at least you've finally decided to show yourself."
He casually picked up the long sword leaning against the cave entrance and walked out of the cave at a leisurely pace.
The moonlight illuminated the platform in front of the Thinking Cliff Cave, making it sparkle. A man stood on the edge of the cliff, about seven or eight zhang away.
He was tall and slender, dressed in a gray long robe, with strands of silver hair flowing down his back. His hands were clasped behind his waist, and his finger bones were clearly visible.
At first glance, Li Che thought he was just an ordinary old man, but upon closer inspection, the mountain wind remained the same, but his flowing silver hair had fallen down strand by strand.
A sharp and chilling aura swept over him, causing his dantian to throb and his inner strength to surge forth.
"The lad has good talent; that idiot Yue Buqun has taken on a fine disciple!"
Li Che knew his identity, yet he raised his sword, feigning anger, and said, "Old man, don't think I don't know you've been spying! Who are you, and what is your purpose?! How dare you insult my master's name!"
"Hahaha—!" Feng Qingyang laughed loudly, "Interesting, interesting, kid, you're right, this old man has indeed been observing you for a long time."
Respectful of teachers and valuing the Way, yet not pedantic; Yue Buqun? I've already insulted him, so what? You want to stand up for me? Draw your sword!
"No fighting!"
"Hmm? You don't dare? What kind of swordsmanship can a young man learn without even a shred of courage!" Feng Qingyang turned around, shaking his head and sighing with slight disappointment.
Their eyes met, but looking at his face, the old man looked depressed and pale, as if the fierce sword aura just now did not come from him.
"Old man, wait for me for a quarter of an hour, let me go take a bath."
Feng Qingyang: "???"
To everyone's surprise, Li Che showed no mercy. After saying that, he leaped down the mountain and ran straight for the mountain stream, shouting as he ran, "Wait for me, don't go!"
Feng Qingyang was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, "This kid is cunning. Could it be that he went to Jade Maiden Peak to find help? Oh well, let's see what he's planning."
Two quarters of an hour later, at the Cliff of Repentance.
Li Che was covered in water vapor, his wet hair cascading over his shoulders, yet he was surrounded by mist. In less than half an incense stick's time, his full head of black hair had already dried.
"Boy, in the face of the enemy, you first deplete your inner strength? Is this how your master taught you?"
"Old man, don't try to scare me. If you wanted to kill me, you would have done it already. Why wait until now? I should call you senior, but I'm really annoyed by your constant peeping from the side."
"If you want to duel, I'll gladly oblige. Why all this fuss!"
"Haha, interesting! Even a learned scholar like Yue Buqun has taken on such an interesting disciple. Good!"
Before he could finish speaking, with a clang, Li Che slammed his longsword into the ground, then broke off two branches of similar length from a tree beside him. "I won't take advantage of you; let's use branches as swords!"
"It truly lives up to the name 'Gentleman's Sword,' excellent!"
The branch was nearly three feet long, but no thicker than a little finger, and the two of them held it in their hands.
Feng Qingyang pinched the end of the branch with three fingers, without making any movement. The branch curled and swayed in the wind, as if it were hanging from his hand.
In contrast, Li Che suddenly hissed as the branch in his hand straightened instantly, the tip of the branch half an inch off the ground, raising a circle of dust that was nearly a foot in diameter.
Li Che leaped into the air with a start, his body as light as a swan. Using a branch as a sword, he whistled through the air and thrust straight at Feng Qingyang. It was the opening move of the Huashan Swordplay, "White Clouds Emerging from the Mountain".
The latter frowned slightly, thinking to himself, "That idiot Yue Buqun teaches his disciples to be so rigid and inflexible. The strange and dangerous moves of the Huashan sword technique have become fixed moves. After this move, 'White Clouds Emerging from the Mountain,' comes 'The Phoenix Arrives.'"
This truly disgraces the sword techniques created by our ancestor.
Without moving his feet, he raised his arm and flicked his wrist, the soft branch in his hand lashing out like a whip, but like a snake striking its vital spot, it coiled around Li Che's branch three-tenths of the way.
The move "White Clouds Emerging from the Mountain" is swift and powerful, concentrating its force at the tip.
Feng Qingyang deliberately held back some of his strength, thinking that he would only teach this foul-mouthed brat a lesson.
Just as the two branches were about to touch, Li Che suddenly changed his move. He twisted his waist and withdrew his sword three-tenths of its length from the thrust. Instantly, his wrist trembled, and the barbs on the branch tip became sharp as thorns, striking the incoming branch instead.
Feng Qingyang let out a soft exclamation, his eyes brightening, "Boundless Falling Leaves, excellent!"
He finally moved, but instead of retreating, he swiftly advanced and launched an attack.
The two exchanged blows using only the Huashan sword technique, and Li Che's use of his inner energy to power his sword goes without saying.
Feng Qingyang, however, relied solely on sword techniques and body movements to dismantle the opponent's defenses, striking at their weak points with every move, just as Li Che had instructed Ying Bailuo in sword practice a month ago.
However, their identities were now reversed, and Li Che had become Ying Bailuo under Feng Qingyang's sword.
Feng Qingyang remained expressionless, but his joy grew. This kid was not bound by fixed moves, his moves were improvised, he always held back a bit of his strength, and his changes of moves were swift and unpredictable.
What's even more remarkable is that he can execute the moves of the other four sword schools in a smooth and fluid manner, yet they are also seemingly different, turning a slash into a slippery one, a thrust into a feint into a real one.
The only thing that's hateful is that the brat poured his energy into the sword, but his clumsy strength resulted in a loss of agility.
After the two had exchanged fifty or sixty blows, Feng Qingyang suddenly felt something was amiss.
"That brat only knows how to attack and not defend, treating this old man like a punching bag?!"
"Snap—!"
The two branches collided, and Feng Qingyang's branch shortened by two-tenths, while Li Che's branch snapped in half.
"Kid, are you convinced now?!"
To everyone's surprise, Li Che's expression turned serious, and he bowed respectfully, saying, "You are well-versed in my Huashan swordsmanship, are you a senior member of my sect?!"
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