The plan offered by the Fire Swallowing is actually to lead the snake out of the hole and arrange the bait in advance. But every night, he deliberately arranged a disciple to practice swords in the mountains, and then ambush a group of masters in the dark. When the monster appears, he took it down in one fell swoop and completely solved the problem. But for some reason, since Gao Wei made a fuss that day, the monster has no movement. It seems that he knows that others are looking for him and never came out again. For several days, it has caused the masters of Shushan to return in vain, which is really a headache.

Gao Wei naturally had nothing else to do. He also came to the sword soul stone every day as usual, but he never dared to go out again at night. What happened that night always made him very scared.

On this day, Gao Wei was still facing the morning sun and came to practice swords under the sword soul stone. He waved one by one, and suddenly a voice came: "Although this sword technique is simple, it is important to be straightforward, rare, rare."

Gao Wei looked out and saw an old man with white beard walking out from under the sword soul stone. It was the old Taoist Yuan Feng, the leader of Shushan. Gao Wei was so panicked that he fell to the ground and bowed.

"Haha, get up, get up, don't be too polite." The head of Yuan Feng smiled and walked in, helped Gao Wei up, and sat casually on a stone, "Come on, you can sit too."

"Hehe, OK." Gao Wei was honest and didn't care about so much etiquette. He sat next to him and asked curiously: "Mr. Master, you got up very early."

"Haha." The head of Yuan Feng smiled and shook his head, "We don't usually care whether we can't sleep or not. But you, what is the 'old man of the head'? This is so strange."

"This...that's not..." Gao Wei grabbed his head, "Later I went out and found out that you were the head of Shushan."

"Forget it, forget it, you should call it an old man in the future. It sounds awkward." Old Taoist Yuan Feng shook his head helplessly.

"Why did you come here today?" Gao Wei asked again.

"Haha, I'm having nothing to do today. I heard from other disciples that Gao Wei, you often come to practice swords under this sword soul stone, so I came around to take a look. When I saw you just now, you are really here."

"Oh, that's it." Gao Wei smiled embarrassedly, "If you can't practice well, just practice blindly, don't just laugh at me." After saying that, he subconsciously sat on the side, pulled out his cigarette puff, took a few mouthfuls, picked up the water hyacinth and poured it into his mouth. Suddenly, he remembered and quickly handed the gourd over, "Do you drink water, sir?"

"Oh, no, no." Yuan Feng was not interested in drinking water, but saw Gao Wei's cigarette pipe and said strangely, "What is this?"

"It, the cigarette pipe." Gao Wei was stunned.

"You twitch with your mouth, it seems very useful." Although the old Taoist Yuan Feng was in the world, he had never seen such a thing before. Seeing Gao Wei swallowing clouds and spitting mist, he looked helpful, and he became concerned.

"That's right, why don't you come here to try it all the time?" Gao Wei quickly handed over the pipe.

The old Taoist Yuan Feng was curious for a moment, so he took it over, and then took it like Gao Wei, taking a sip, but he choked and coughed.

"Cough cough cough..." Old Taoist Yuan Feng was so blushed that his neck was thick and he quickly returned the pipe to Gao Wei.

Seeing the head of the sect, Gao Wei quickly patted the old Taoist Yuan Feng on the back, and while slapped, he said, "What's this? You're not used to it, just take a few more puffs."

"Forget it...forget it." Old Taoist Yuan Feng finally calmed down, "This thing is even more choking than the poisonous fog of the 'Poison Dragon Pond'. Forget it, forget it."

Gao Wei smiled honestly: "This thing is drawn by us mortals. If you are always an immortal, you will not be able to draw it."

"What an immortal or mortal?" Yuan Feng smiled mockingly, "I'm not a common man, but we practiced earlier."

"That would be amazing." Gao Wei looked envious.

"Are you envious?" Yuan Feng looked at Gao Wei with a smile, "Do you want to practice?"

"I dreamed that I wanted to fly around the sky like you." Gao Wei nodded quickly, but then said discouragedly, "But I am not qualified and over age."

"It's okay." Yuan Feng's old Taoist shook his head, "The ancients said: 'I heard the truth in the morning, and I can die in the evening.' As long as I learned something, it's never too late. I just saw you practicing swords. The moves are just simple. Although they are practical, they are just ordinary swords."

"I want to learn, but no one teaches me." Gao Wei curled his lips and said helplessly.

"No, I have a scroll of swordsmanship here. Are you willing to practice it?" Yuan Feng stared at Gao Wei seriously.

"I do." Gao Wei said quickly, "But at my age, I have no achievements in practicing this bone. You always praise me."

"Nonsense, who told you this."

"They all said that."

"Don't care." Old Taoist Yuan Feng shook his head, stood up, and said to Gao Wei, "As long as you are willing to practice, follow me." After that, he walked to the other side.

Gao Wei followed happily, but after taking two steps, he found something wrong. The old Taoist Yuan Feng was old and his steps were not big, but Gao Wei couldn't catch up. In the end, he actually ran away, and the distance was getting bigger and bigger. He was so anxious that he quickly shouted from behind: "Old gentleman, old gentleman, wait for me, you are walking too fast."

If the old Taoist Yuan Feng had not heard of it, his condition had not diminished. Gao Wei rushed to chase him all morning, ran across countless Yunxiao Iron Bridges, passed through the small half of the fairyland of Shushan, and then came to a hall, panting, sweating profusely, and muttering: "My God, this old man is so old, why does he walk like he is desperate? As for it?"

The old Taoist Yuan Feng smiled but said nothing. He stood outside the hall gate waiting for Gao Wei to climb the 500-step stairs, and came to him with a flushed face. Gao Wei sat on the ground and said angrily: "My Immortal Grandpa, what did you say? By the way, it's called Jianbu Rufei. You are old and walk faster than me."

The old Taoist Yuan Feng smiled, turned around and left: "Follow me."

Gao Wei quickly got up and followed and approached the strange hall. It turned out that this was the Sutra Library in Shushan. Shushan is a famous sect. The specifications of the Sutra Library are naturally extraordinary. The entire building is magnificent, floating among the white clouds in the sky, with endless auspicious sounds around it, and a great scene of immortals.

When he arrived at the second floor of the hall, outside a room, the head of Yuan Feng led Gao Wei to push the door and sighed to him: "At present, there has been no more success in the sword lineage since the sword soul, so he has rarely practiced it. Looking at our sect, the master of the sword soul, there is only Duanfeng who is practicing swords. I also use swords. So that day I watched your sword, and the masculine aura was formed in it. I couldn't bear to see you abandon it. Today, I will pass on your sword technique and hope you will study it carefully."

After saying that, he took out a thick bamboo slip from the bookshelf next to him and handed it over. Gao Wei took it in his hand and looked very heavy. When he spread it out, he saw four big words written in the beginning: "Lingyang Badao!"

Although Gao Wei was a rough man, he still recognized the words. He read it roughly and looked up and said with a strange look: "Why do I look a little familiar with this sword technique? It seems that the sword technique in the army was also somewhat similar."

"That's right." Old Master Yuan Feng pulled off the cloth hanging on the wall, exposed a portrait, and asked, "Do you know him?"

"He?" Gao Wei was stunned, "Isn't this Guan Yu and Guan Er Master?"

"That's right." Yuan Feng nodded with a solemn expression, "Listen, Guan Yunchang, a generation of martial saints, benevolence, wisdom, etiquette, righteousness, trust, and life's sword skills are exquisite, and they are unparalleled in the world. This volume of "Lingyang Eight Knifes" was compiled by later generations based on him. I will give it to you today. I hope you can study hard and not slacken."

Looking at the statue of the martial saint on the wall, Gao Wei couldn't help but be excited and even more shocked. Guan Yunchang, a god in the painting, held the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, was lifelike. Needless to say, his story is everywhere, everyone knows it, killing Yan Liang, killing Wen Chou, walking a thousand miles alone, flooding the seven armies and other heroic deeds emerged from his mind. The figure seemed to jump out, rushed to the front of the two armies, and angrily killed three thousand of him. A heroic spirit looked at the past and present, swallowing mountains and rivers, and shocked all the villains in the world. After watching for a long time, Gao Wei nodded seriously and said, "Thank you, the leader."

The old Taoist Yuan Feng was a little worried and then asked, "What do you think when you got this 'Lingyang Eight Knife'?"

"Thinking?" Gauwei scratched his head embarrassedly, as if he was embarrassed to say it.

"But it doesn't matter if you say it. Just say whatever you think in your heart." Old Taoist Yuan Feng shook his hand freely.

"Actually, I didn't have any ideas, so I just thought about it and went back and practiced hard." Gao Wei said with a red face.

"Oh?" Yuan Feng was stunned, "Nothing else?"

"No more." Gauwei shook his head dumbly, "I am an ordinary person, and I have the luck I have today, which is touched by heaven. What other ideas can I have?"

"Hahahaha--" Yuan Feng laughed happily, and after a while, he lowered his head and said to himself, "A good sentence without any thoughts. Tolerance is great, and without desires, it is strong. It seems that there is no desire or desire. It actually comes from a mortal person. He is really a shameful cultivator in the world. If you have the realm of you, the great way can be proved in the near future, okay, okay, okay." He said three words "good" on his face, and Gao Wei was stunned again, only knowing that he was praising himself, so he smiled foolishly.

The old Taoist Yuan Feng nodded with relief: "If you don't understand anything in the future, you can ask Duanfeng. He is also a senior swordsman, and can help you teach and solve your doubts. If you practice this knife, you only need to remember four words in your heart."

"What four words?"

"Yuan Tian!" When this said, the old Taoist Yuanfeng suddenly showed a momentum in this small room, standing tall, almost making people admire him. "You need to remember that the sword is open and close, and the momentum is extraordinary. Although the cultivator has many means, what is more important is the state of mind. I think that although you are blunt in qualifications, your mind is simple and honest, and you are a talent that can be created. Therefore, you must remember the spiritual inheritance of all the sword masters. First, the clouds are long, and then the sword soul is the back of the mountain, the mind of the sea, the spirit is rushing towards the sky, and the righteousness is weak. Do you remember?"

"Disciple received teachings." Gao Wei fell to the ground, every word was written in his heart.

"Well, go." The old Taoist Yuan Feng nodded and waved his hand to let Gao Wei go. Perhaps even he himself did not expect that such a disciple with a dull qualification and poor bones would have achieved another generation of sword soul legend because of his own inheritance today...
Chapter completed!