Chapter 12 Cangshan Changfeng Pavilion

Author: Chi Longying

Chapter 12 Cangshan Changfeng Pavilion

Maozheng, the stars in the sky are as big as expected.

Xiao Luo stepped onto the top of Cangshan Mountain.

"The long wind blows from the moon and the sea, and I persuade the immortal to drink a glass of wine from afar."

Li Hanyi was already in the Changfeng Pavilion. Hearing this, he was indifferent: "I never drink because alcohol will affect the stability of my hands."

"I drank Xueyun wine once, and the taste was really average."

"That's because you haven't drunk Baili Donghua Brewing wine before. It can keep you drunk for three months."

"It seems that the great city lord is not in Xueyun City?"

Li Hanyi frowned: "Go to the overseas fairy mountains to find Meng Po soup... let's get started."

When she started talking, she started to draw her sword.

The Qingfeng sword that Xiao Luo was holding was purchased by Uncle Ya after walking around for a whole day and comparing it repeatedly at various major weapon shops.

Made of fine steel and cold, it is indeed a good sword.

But in Li Hanyi's eyes, it is more useless than any branch on Cangshan Mountain.

She grabbed it, threw it down the valley, and picked up a sword in the pavilion.

"This is Chun Yu, my sword from my early years. Although it is not among the top ten famous swords, it is still a rare and famous weapon. I give it to you."

Xiao Luo was puzzled.

"Whether it's swords or swordsmanship, I will give you the best."

"And then kill me?"

"Of course."

Xiao Luo took Chun Yu and pulled it out casually.

This is a beautiful sword. The hilt is dark green and the blade is engraved with fine scales.

The moment he drew his sword, a dark light flashed by, as if cheering in a low voice.

Li Hanyi was stunned for a moment, then reluctantly said: "Chun Yu, I recognize you as my master."

"What's the meaning?"

"If you didn't serve as your master, how could you easily pull out this sword?"

Xiao Luo stretched out his finger and flicked the sword lightly: "Good spring rain, our journey to sword immortality has begun."

The sword energy is high and mighty, ready to cut through the long wind.

Li Hanyi slowly pulled out the iron horse Binghe obtained from the Kunlun Snow Peak, and said in a deep voice: "Zhishui Sword Technique has four levels in total, Xiao Luo, listen up!"

"The first thing you see is mountains, and water is water."

"The second thing is that when you see mountains, they are not mountains; when you see water, they are not water."

“Thirdly, when you see mountains, they are still mountains, and when you see water, they are still water.”

"On the third level, there is still the sword of heaven. With that sword, you can enter the realm of Xuanyou."

"Xiao Luo, remember this. But may I ask Xueyun Sword Immortal, how can I enter the way of heaven?"

Li Hanyi pointed his sword at the blue sky and replied proudly: "Stop the water, it's ruthless."

Only by being ruthless can one enter the way of heaven.

But Li Hanyi has feelings in her heart, and her love is in Qingcheng Mountain.

Staring at her lonely silhouette, Xiao Luo couldn't help but feel moved. Since Li Hanyi wanted to enter heaven with ruthlessness, he would kill this love for her in the future.

"The first level of Zhishui swordsmanship, the first style: The bright moon rises from the Tianshan Mountain. Come out of the pavilion and raise the sword!"

Xiao Luo stepped out of Changfeng Pavilion and stood in an open space outside.

He gathered his mind and spirit, raised the Spring Rain Sword high, and followed Li Hanyi to draw a thick sword aura in the air.

The sword energy is linked from beginning to end, like a bright moon, reflecting the towering mountains.

"Second style: Fishing Fire vs. Chou Mian. Flying Sword!"

The trembling rain rushed out quickly, stabbing in the air like countless fishing fires falling on the river.

"Third style: Flying flow three thousand feet. Falling sword!"

"Fourth style: Only Jingtingshan. Sheath the sword!"

The Shisui Sword Technique consists of four moves each, plus the last sword move, for a total of thirteen moves.

Li Hanyi finished performing one of the four moves on his own, then turned his head and asked: "Second move, how many swords did you stab in the air in total?"

"Twelve Swords."

Li Hanyi suddenly changed his color: "Impossible!"

"Don't dare to deceive Sword Immortal Xueyun."

"Back then I was learning Shisui swordsmanship from my master, and I could only thrust five swords the first time."

"..."

"It will be eight months later when I can stab the twelfth sword."

Xiao Luo wanted to ask her how much time it took to practice to the third level.

Think about it, it’s better not to ask.

"The first level reaches Dzogchen, and you can stab eighteen swords at the same time."

Li Hanyi continued: "The first move is to protect and store energy. The move must be flawless."

"The second style attacks the opponent in a wide range, and no fish can escape the net."

"The third move to kill the enemy must be heavy, ruthless, and decisive."

"With the fourth move, the true energy returns to the body, the mind is calm and the person is stable, and the weight is lifted with ease."

"After the four postures, if you can achieve roundness, speed, weight, and stability, you can enter the second level."

"I see."

Li Hanyi put Tiema Binghe back into the scabbard of his sword, stroked his long hair that was messed up by the sword energy, and walked into the pavilion.

A pot of tea had already been brewed in the pavilion. She poured a cup slowly, held it to her lips and sipped.

"What are you looking at me doing? Sword training!"

"yes……"

Raise your sword.

The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ​​clouds.

When Liu Qinghe came to Changfeng Pavilion again, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

The Second City Lord, who had always been deserted, was sitting leisurely in the Changfeng Pavilion drinking tea. Outside the pavilion, a young man in white was practicing his sword.

What the young man holds in his hand is the Spring Rain of the Second City Lord.

Liu Qinghe immediately guessed that the young man in front of him was Xiao Luo, but he couldn't believe that the Second City Lord would teach Xiao Luo swordsmanship.

Could it be that Xiao Luo is the illegitimate son of the Second City Lord?

Liu Qinghe shook his head to get rid of this ridiculous thought in his mind.

He had to interrupt the harmony in front of him and shouted loudly: "Second City Lord, my subordinates are here to listen to the news."

Li Hanyi replied calmly: "The Zhang family brother died, and there is no body left. If he still has relatives in his family, then he will take good care of him."

"What? No bones left!"

Liu Qinghe looked at Xiao Luo in disbelief.

Xiao Luo did not evade and said calmly: "Sorry, I didn't know they were from Xueyun City."

"How did they die?"

"The person I killed didn't want to be discovered, so I used corpse powder to kill him."

Liu Qinghe's anger surged upwards, and he shouted fiercely: "Xiao Luo, they didn't mean any harm, but you actually killed them?"

"I'm just fighting back in self-defense."

"Killing for life, you can't escape today."

Li Hanyi interrupted Liu Qinghe: "My skills are inferior to others, and I will die with no regrets. Don't worry about this. In two years, I will take Xiao Luo's life with my own hands."

"Second City Lord, the Zhang brothers are from Xueyun City!"
To be continued...