Chapter 5: Thirteen Swords of Time

He stood up and swung the steel knife in his hand. A flash of white light flashed before his eyes. Three blade lights flashed.

Fengshuang Sword Technique: Minor Success

Progress: 93%

Next Progress: Major Success

[Perseverance, swing the knife 5,000 times a day, and persist for three months. ]

Fengshuang Sword Technique is about to break through, but it will take another three months.

Since ancient times, cultivation has been divided into fundamental techniques and techniques for protecting the way.

Techniques for protecting the way have grades from the bottom up, such as magic, spiritual techniques, treasure techniques, and Taoist techniques.

Fundamental techniques have grades such as magic techniques, spiritual techniques, treasure techniques, and Taoist techniques.

Artifacts naturally have magic tools, spiritual tools, treasure tools, and Taoist tools.

Manggu Qi is the fundamental technique for cultivation, which is closely related to the progress of cultivation, while Fengshuang Sword Technique is a magic technique for protecting the way.

"If the Wind and Frost Sword Skill is practiced to perfection, it can be exchanged for the Withered and Flourishing Hand from the Sutra Library, and then it can prepare for the practice of the Thirteen Swords of Time.

As the saying goes, the moon is bright and the sky is long, and the years are like the wind and frost sword.

Once the Wind and Frost Sword Skill is practiced to perfection, it will be combined with the Withered and Flourishing Hand.

The two will merge into one, withering and flourishing, life and death, vicissitudes and ruins into one, and then the power of the Wind and Frost Sword Skill will increase greatly.

If he can find the general outline of Taoism in the future, he will be able to successfully learn the inherited spiritual art of the Thirteen Swords of Time.

The Thirteen Swords of Time, one sword for one year, and one sword makes people old, far beyond ordinary spiritual arts.

Ye Yang has already figured out the general outline of the inheritance of the Thirteen Swords of Time.

This is also one of the reasons why he insisted on abandoning other spells in the Feitian Sect and chose this Wind and Frost Sword Skill.

At this moment, a person from outside slowly walked in, and Ye Yang put away his sword and stood.

Seeing Wang Dong coming, Ye Yang was a little surprised, not knowing why he came.

"Junior Brother Wang, I don't know what to ask. ”

“Brother Ye, I heard that you have a sharp sword technique, I want to learn a few moves from you.”

“My sword never comes out of its sheath for no reason, not to mention that you and I are brothers, why do we need to fight and kill each other?”

“Brother, everyone says that you have practiced sword for ten years without making a single move. It is against the will of heaven for a cultivator to practice. You can’t be a coward.”

“You have practiced sword for ten years, every day, and your endurance is enough. I don’t know if this sword is sharp.”

Wang Dong did not allow him to refuse and punched him.

The rain of fire in his hand rushed like violent vitality.

He wanted to test the strength of Ye Yang’s hand.

The man in front of him only knew how to practice hard, and no one had ever seen him make a move.

Even when the same sect was sparring, the opponent only tried it out and never made a move easily.

“In this case, I admit defeat in this competition. I admit that I am not my junior brother’s opponent. "

Ye Yang took a step back and said.

"You..."

Wang Dong felt like he had punched cotton, so soft that he almost spit out blood.

"Brother, go ahead. If you don't, I won't give up."

He attacked again.

Wang Dong was indeed very powerful.

Ting Yu Tian's fire power was extremely hot, and there were fire threads and rain everywhere, and the most important thing was that it was mixed with poisonous gas.

It made people slightly dizzy.

"In that case, Junior Brother, take it!"

Seeing the other party coming, there was no way to avoid it.

Ye Yang slashed with a knife, and the world was in chaos.

Wang Dong was agile and dodged slightly to the side to avoid the knife light.

"Not bad! Come again."

"Look at my Ting Yu Teng Gourd Method. "

After saying that, he untied the green and yellow gourd on his back, and spun it around. The gourd burst out with countless fire rain, all hitting Ye Yang's body.

Ye Yang dodged slightly, swung the knife in a circle, and swung it out of the wheel. There was a crackling sound, and all the fire rain was blocked out.

Ye Yang took a step and flew far away, his hands were like a dragon wrapped in silk.

He took advantage of the situation and struck forward, turning the slash into a slap, hitting Wang Dong's abdomen heavily.

Wang Dong was hit by the back of the knife and groaned.

Bang!

Wang Dong flew out directly.

"Is this the Fengshuang sword technique? The vicissitudes of life are really hard to resist. "

At the moment of the fight, he felt that his body was experiencing the changes of time.

The feeling of life and death surged into his heart, and he was desolate and sad, and even resisted.

"Junior brother, thank you for letting me win. Your fire power is strong. If I fight again, I may not win."

Wang Dong's face was dark.

After being praised by Ye Yang, his face looked better.

He stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and turned away.

Zhu Mange and Zhu Huting happened to come to find Ye Yang.

Suddenly seeing this scene, they were stunned!

"This knife is so fast!"

In a flash, Wang Dong flew backwards.

The two of them were stunned.

Didn't you say that they were evenly matched just now?

Where is this evenly matched?

After defeating Wang Dong.

Ye Yang still started practicing sword as if nothing had happened.

Swept down with a knife.

Zhu Mange couldn't help but look sideways.

"Sure enough, he is the most persistent one."

"This Senior Brother Ye is too fierce."

I heard that although Senior Brother Ye has average talent, he has been practicing since he started practicing.

He has been practicing for ten years, with amazing perseverance and endurance.

He is jokingly called the most persistent one.

Now it seems that his reputation is well-deserved.

After swinging the Fengshuang sword for more than 700 times, Ye Yang saw Zhu Mange and Zhu Huting at the door.

Seeing this, he picked up the Wolong Jade Liquid that he had prepared long ago, changed his clothes again, and walked out.

"Senior Brother Ye, you are here."

Zhu Huting and Zhu Mange greeted Ye Yang hurriedly when they saw him.

The two of them also held a box of exquisitely shaped ancient sandalwood gilded box in their hands.

I think it contains the Huangya Maojian tea that Zhu Yue mentioned.

Several people walked into the welcoming pavilion.

Bai Zizhen and Zhu Yueren were arm in arm, chatting and laughing.

The two seemed to have reached an agreement on something and were quite happy.

Bai Zizhen clapped his hands, and a team of slim maids had already brought a plate of exquisite dishes.

After the five dishes, a whole fish was served, with the fish head facing Zhu Yue.

A pair of fish heads means wealth and honor, and a swing of the fish tail means longevity and good fortune. There is a saying that the head is three, the tail is four, the back is five, and the belly is six.

Fish heads are generally given to people of the most noble status.

Zhu Yue cleared his throat and first picked up the most delicious piece for Bai Zizhen.

Then it was Ye Yang's turn.

"I've heard that my nephew is sunny and cheerful and diligent in his practice. You should learn more from Brother Ye when you arrive at Feitianmen."

Ye Yang quickly stood up and took it.

However, Zhu Yue did not mention anything about him and Zhu Mange.

Ye Yang naturally knew that he was probably not qualified in front of the Zhu clan leader.

Although he looked at these things lightly, he was still a little unhappy in his heart.

But his face was still calm.

Zhu Yue was slightly surprised to see that Ye Yang did not try to please him or tell him about his relationship with Zhu Mange.

He thought that this disciple would come to him to talk about this matter, hoping to get the help of the Zhu family to help him practice.

He had already thought of a way to shirk his responsibility, but he did not expect that the other party behaved in a measured manner, neither humble nor arrogant, and did not say a word.

If he were young, he would never be so calm.

On the other hand, he felt a little regretful.

The banquet ended in the middle of the night.

Ye Yang walked back to his room, forced himself to concentrate, and slowly drew out the steel knife.

Under the moonlight, the scimitar was like the moon, and the blade reflected the cold light. He raised his hand and the heavy scimitar was wielded lightly in his hand.

The cold light broke, and silver afterimages flowed like silver water in the night sky.

Work hard! Struggle! Persevere!

Ye Yang shouted, and the speed of the knife in his hand became faster and faster. The ways of the world need to be understood, but they cannot be relied on. They are just external appearances.

The real master of one's own destiny is always a powerful force, and one must not put the cart before the horse.

One is the technique, the other is the way, and both are indispensable.

Round outside and square inside, that is his way of dealing with the world.

After five thousand swings of the knife, Ye Yang felt sweat pouring down his body. The thick cotton clothes had soaked his back, his hair was messy, and drops of sweat dripped from his forehead.

Sweating profusely, as if he had just washed, and his whole body was sore, Ye Yang tiredly got into the bed, and with the influence of alcohol, he soon fell asleep.

In the evening.

A tall figure stood in front of the window, holding an old brass pipe in his hand, and took a puff.

Then he exhaled a large puff of white smoke, and the surrounding smoke reflected his flickering eyes.

It was Zhu Yue.

On the rattan chair behind Zhu Yue, Zhu Mange crossed her legs and sipped a cup of fragrant tea.

Looking at his daughter's innocent and romantic expression, Zhu Yue felt a warm current in his heart.

"Mange, what do you think of Ye Yang?"

Zhu Mange heard Zhu Yue say this, put down the mahogany teacup, glanced at him and said, "Not bad."

Zhu Yue's thoughts went back to more than 20 years ago, when he was still in his prime and his body was still strong.

When he drank, he urinated three feet into the wind.

Now, after drinking for a few nights, he has a splitting headache and can't help but sigh that he is really old.

When he was young, it was the most dangerous time for Feitianmen, and Taohuawu, the sect's resident, was forcibly occupied.

He fought side by side with Ye Tangzhu, but the difference was that he hid in a corpse and escaped, while Ye Tangzhu led the troops and fought to the death, and finally his body and head were separated.

"Brother Zhu, you hide, I hide, and everyone in the sect hides. If this continues, how can the sect prosper?"

"As cultivators of our generation, we go through wind and rain, so why should we fear death!"

So, Master Ye died, but he survived.

Being alive means infinite possibilities.

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