Shi Potian travels through Linghu Chong

Chapter 65: The Sword Sect is Indeed Not as Good as the Qi Sect ( words ~ I will try to improve it tomorrow ~)

Feng Qingyang came to teach Shi Potian sword techniques every night these days. He had already taught him all he had learned in his life. The only thing left for him to do was to pass on the "Nine Swords of Dugu" that he got from Dugu Qiubai. He had no regrets and naturally had the idea of ​​​​retreating to the mountains and ending the rest of his life.

Unexpectedly, Shi Potian seemed to have guessed what he was thinking and showed such resistance.

Feng Qingyang remembered that Shi Potian had said before that he could feel who was a good person and who was a bad person.

The terms good people and bad people are too general and complicated. Many times, even if you know all of a person's experiences, you may not be able to give an accurate answer, let alone relying solely on your feelings.

However, he suspected that Shi Potian might be able to detect people's emotional changes, whether good or bad, and then mistakenly use good or bad as the standard for judging whether a person is good or bad.

"If that's the case, this child will have a much smoother future."

Feng Qingyang was just thinking about it when he saw Shi Potian suddenly open his eyes, put his hands on his ears, and ran down the cliff with his head down.

"Where are you going?"

Feng Qingyang wanted to step forward to stop Shi Potian, but it was too late. He could only watch Shi Potian make a few leaps on the rocky cliffs and quickly disappear into the night.

"This child..."

Feng Qingyang looked helpless, yet also indescribably relieved.

This time he was not wrong.

Shi Potian was afraid that Feng Qingyang would catch up with him, so he used his Qing Kung Fu again, a rare display of his Qing Kung Fu with all his strength, and arrived outside the Huashan Sect in just a moment.

He sensed Feng Qingyang's determination to die, but he had no idea why, nor did he know how to stop him. He could only choose to escape rudely, without listening, watching or learning, and wanted to seek help from Ning Zhongze and Yue Lingshan.

But when I got here, I saw that Huashan Sect was pitch black and silent.

He then realized that it was already late at night.

Shi Potian didn't want to disturb Ning Zhongze and Yue Lingshan's rest, so he could only use his Qinggong skills again, ran all the way to the depths of the back mountain, found an open space and lay down.

"What's wrong with being alive? Why would the old man want to die?"

Shi Potian was in a rare bad mood, with a lot of thoughts in his mind. He tossed and turned for a long time before falling into a drowsy sleep.

As a result, before dawn, he suddenly sat up again, sweating all over, and shouted in horror: "Old man, no! No!" But he dreamed that Feng Qingyang committed suicide with a sword in the stone cave of Siguo Cliff.

After a moment, Shi Potian realized that he was dreaming, but he could not sit still. He hurriedly got up and returned to the Cliff of Repentance, walked into the cave, and saw that the big rocks in the cave were clean and there was no blood. He breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, he noticed three words carved on the left side of the stone wall. The strokes were vigorous and half an inch deep.

Shi Potian thought: "Feng Qingyang?"

"What do you want me to do?" Feng Qingyang's voice came from the cave entrance.

Shi Potian turned around and asked, "Old man, your name is Feng Qingyang?"

Before he finished speaking, Shi Potian suddenly remembered what happened last night. He looked at Feng Qingyang with vigilance, and put his hands on his ears, ready to block them at any time.

Feng Qingyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Boy, do you know that this "Nine Swords of Dugu" was created by a senior 'Sword Demon' Dugu Qiubai hundreds of years ago. It is no exaggeration to say that it is the best swordsmanship in the world. Others want to learn it but can't, but you are doing it as if I am forcing you."

Seeing that Shi Potian was completely unmoved, he even began to glance left and right at him, obviously wanting to rush out.

Feng Qingyang lost his temper completely, so he asked, "What do you want in exchange for learning the Dugu Nine Swords from me?"

Shi Potian asked in return: "What can the old man do to make him live happily?"

Feng Qingyang saw the sincerity in Shi Potian's eyes, and his heart trembled. His eyes were slightly sore. He said, "Child, I am a lonely ghost. I have been wandering in the back mountain of Huashan for so many years. I am very satisfied to meet you by chance. I have enjoyed these days."

"My only regret now is that I failed to pass on the swordsmanship left by Senior Dugu. Can you bear to watch me die with regrets?"

Shi Potian shook his head and said, "I don't want the old uncle to die. I want him to live happily."

Feng Qingyang said: "I am already in my eighties, and the earth has buried me up to my neck. What difference does it make if I live a few years longer or a few years less?"

Shi Potian shook his head again: "I don't care, I just want the old man to live."

Seeing that he was not getting any attention, Feng Qingyang became anxious: "Boy, we are all from the martial arts world. We should have been indifferent to life and death. Why are you being so fussy?"

Shi Potian suddenly thought of what Ding Mian said to Yue Buqun, and an idea suddenly came to his mind. He said, "We are all from the martial arts world. Since no one can convince anyone, let's see who wins. If you win, I will listen to you. If I win, you will listen to me."

Feng Qingyang was startled, looking a little dazed.

But he remembered the battle of sword energy.

At first, the disciples of the Sword Sect and the Qi Sect only had verbal arguments, and no one could convince the other, so they turned into a fight, until they got angry and caused casualties, and finally they ended up fighting and both sides suffered losses.

Shi Potian noticed that Feng Qingyang was getting more and more depressed, and asked anxiously: "Old man, did I say something wrong?"

Feng Qingyang came back to his senses and revealed his true identity to Shi Potian for the first time: "Boy, do you know that I am from the Sword Sect?"

He had heard Shi Potian mention the name "Qi Sect" and knew that Shi Potian should know about the Sword Sect and Qi Sect. He was also prepared that Shi Potian would follow Yue Buqun's teachings and regard him as an enemy.

Unexpectedly, Shi Potian was pleasantly surprised: "Old man, are you also from our Huashan Sect?"

Feng Qingyang was stunned, a little unbelievable: "Did Yue Buqun tell you this?"

Shi Potian nodded.

Feng Qingyang didn't know that Yue Buqun didn't tell Shi Potian about the dispute between sword and qi. He only told Shi Potian that Huashan Sect originally had two sword and qi sects. He mistakenly thought that Yue Buqun still regarded the disciples of the sword sect as Huashan sect. He felt more and more that he had misjudged him. He thought to himself: "Yue Buqun is not very talented in swordsmanship, but he has such a broad mind. He deserves the position of the head of our Huashan Sect."

Feng Qingyang looked at Shi Potian in front of him again.

What Shi Potian said was similar to the words that the disciples of the Sword and Qi sects used to challenge each other.

However, the original intention and purpose are completely opposite.

After figuring this out, Feng Qingyang suddenly felt very happy, and his original depression turned into a strong desire to fight.

He was moved.

It's not just because he is a swordsman, but also because he can have a hearty fight before he dies, so as to live up to what he has learned in his life.

More importantly, he is the undisputed number one in the Sword Sect, and Shi Potian is the strongest person in the history of the Qi Sect.

Their battle not only put an end to the sword and qi dispute of Huashan Sect over the years, but also was the last and only chance for their Sword Sect to defeat the Qi Sect.

Feng Qingyang said sternly: "Your master is right. The Qi Sect and the Sword Sect are all from the Huashan Sect. You are also right. We Jianghu people really don't need to say so much. We should show our true colors with our hands. But this time, I will not show mercy."

He had already figured out how to crack Shi Potian's method of imitating his sword moves during this period, and this time he could give it a try.

Shi Potian nodded vigorously and said, "Me too. I will definitely win. I want the old man to live happily."

Feng Qingyang could no longer suppress a smile on his face, which kept growing until he burst into laughter: "Hahahaha, that depends on whether you have the ability to do it. Boy, wait for me for a moment."

Feng Qingyang flashed into the secret cave in Siguo Cliff, took out a long sword, and then he and Shi Potian came to the open space outside the cave and stood facing each other.

Shi Potian immediately activated the Purple Cloud Divine Art and said, "Old man, come on."

He has fought with Feng Qingyang so many times during this period, and he is already aware that Feng Qingyang's swordsmanship is treacherous and changeable, and that he prefers attacking to defending. He has also figured out how to deal with Feng Qingyang's swordsmanship.

Unexpectedly, Feng Qingyang held the sword across his chest and formed a sword gesture with his left hand, which was his favorite "Meeting Friends with Poetry and Sword."

Shi Potian's face lit up with a big smile, and he quickly drew out his sword and performed the "Poetry and Sword to Meet Friends" move.

Shi Potian only thought that Feng Qingyang was using his sword moves to show him that this time they were fighting with swords only to exchange ideas and decide the winner, not to risk their lives.

Little did they know that "making friends through poetry and sword" was Feng Qingyang's greatest hope in the battle of sword energy.

It’s a pity that neither side of the sword energy could do it.

Feng Qingyang was not immersed in this thought. He quickly calmed his mind and took the lead in launching an attack.

Feng Qingyang regarded this battle as the final battle of the Huashan Sect's sword energy contest. He rarely used sword moves, and they were the introductory sword techniques of the Huashan Sect.

He stabbed the sword straight into the center, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and suddenly pointed upwards, just like the "Hidden Green Mountains" from the Huashan sword technique.

However, when the sword was halfway through, it turned into the follow-up move of "Endless Falling Trees". Countless sword lights flashed, appearing and disappearing, changing in all directions.

This clever connection elevated the sword technique, which was originally only considered exquisite, to a higher level.

At the same time, Feng Qingyang's left hand, which was hidden in his sleeve, had already formed his fingers into a sword, waiting for Shi Potian to break his move or imitate him so that he could surprise Shi Potian.

However, what Feng Qingyang did not expect was that Shi Potian did not imitate his movements, nor did he choose to break his moves. After drawing his sword to respond to his "meeting friends through poetry and sword", he actually threw away the sword and raised his hand to strike him in the air with a palm.

When an ordinary master exerts his palm power, a palm wind will clearly be generated to attack the enemy.

The most powerful ones can only strike out several palms in an instant to attack the enemy simultaneously.

But Shi Potian's palm was completely different. All that could be heard was the whistling wind and flying sand and rocks, as if all the air around him was being drawn towards Feng Qingyang.

The two are like the difference between a point and a surface. Feng Qingyang realized this and immediately changed his moves. He shook the long sword in his hand and used the Qi-breaking style of "Nine Swords of Dugu", instantly piercing the palm force.

But the next moment.

Feng Qingyang realized that something was wrong.

Not only does Shi Potian's palm power have a much larger coverage area than that of ordinary palm masters, but it also does not stop in one wave, but is vast and continuous.

More importantly, Shi Potian should have also used the technique of condensing sword energy. This endless palm power was similar to his previous qi vortex, but much harder and sharper.

After his Qi-breaking Style broke through the outermost layer of palm power, it became increasingly difficult to move forward, and he was directly trapped in a situation where he had to fight hard and consume all his Qi.

But this is what Feng Qingyang least wants to see.

Feng Qingyang didn't hesitate at all. He stepped forward and flew backwards several feet. Then he swooped up and dodged to the side.

boom!
The palm force hit the stone behind Feng Qingyang, causing the huge stone, which was more than two people tall, to tremble. Spider-web-like cracks spread out, and dust flew up.

Feng Qingyang somersaulted in the air and rushed towards Shi Potian again, but before he could get close to Shi Potian, Shi Potian swung out with another palm.

The overwhelming palm force came over again.

Even though Feng Qingyang knew thousands of sword techniques, he had no way to deal with this kind of move. He could only turn his body forcefully, dodge to the side, and then try to find an opportunity.

But, there is none at all.

Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
……

Feng Qingyang just tried to get close to Shi Potian.

Shi Potian slapped his palm in the air.

There was nothing surprising about his palm technique. He simply used the technique of condensing sword energy to release his own true energy, continuously.

It was like a solid wall, not giving Feng Qingyang any chance to get close, and he couldn't use his sword skills at all.

Feng Qingyang tried the "Qi Breaking Style" several times, and found that each of Shi Potian's palms was so real, so he gave up attacking completely and began to consume Shi Potian's true energy through feints and evasions.

At other times, Feng Qingyang would have already started to teach Shi Potian, "If you do this, I can't get close to you, but how long can you hold on? When your internal energy is exhausted, how will you deal with it?"
But in his mind, this fight was not only related to the inheritance of "Nine Swords of Dugu", but also a decisive battle between the Sword and Qi sects. Moreover, Shi Potian's moves were more Qi-oriented than those of any previous Qi-oriented person.

Feng Qingyang said nothing. He kept swiping his sword around Shi Potian, forcing Shi Potian to constantly wave his palms to defend himself, trying to consume Shi Potian's internal energy as much as possible.

One move, two moves, three moves...

In a blink of an eye, the two of them exchanged nearly a hundred moves. One of them stood still and waved his palm in the air, while the other used a sword to dodge in the air. It looked like a play.

Only when Shi Potian's palm power occasionally hit the stone, leaving clearly visible traces of his palms, could one realize the extreme danger involved.

Feng Qingyang was not in a hurry and gradually became familiar with the rhythm. He just waited for Shi Potian to reveal a flaw.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

Shi Potian clearly swung out with his palm again, but this time there was no surging power in his palm. Instead, a terrifying pulling force suddenly emerged from around him, pushing him towards Shi Potian.

Feng Qingyang cried out: "Dragon Catcher?!"

In such a hurry, he had no time to break free. He could only grit his teeth and use the force of the pull forward to pounce towards Shi Potian, ready to fight to the death and win in defeat.

However, before he could reach Shi Potian, the huge forward pulling force suddenly turned into a pushing force, directly throwing him out.

Feng Qingyang turned his body several times in the air to relieve the force. After landing, he used the Thousand-Jin Fall Kung Fu and retreated several steps before he could barely stabilize his body.

Shi Potian rushed forward, supported Feng Qingyang, and said, "Old man, are you okay?"

Feng Qingyang's expression changed, but he knew that Shi Potian had just shown mercy.

If this pushing force was replaced by a full-strength palm strike and combined with the forward pulling force, even if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured.

However, in the face of Shi Potian's protective inner energy, his sword could only cause a minor injury to Shi Potian at most.

Feng Qingyang stared at Shi Potian for a long time before he sighed, feeling a little depressed but also somewhat relieved, and said, "You win. The Sword Sect is indeed not as good as the Qi Sect."

It’s not just because he lost to Shi Potian, but also because with Shi Potian around, the Qi Sect will surely prosper.

After his death, the Sword Sect would probably completely disappear and would be forgotten in no time.

At this point, the Sword Sect was completely defeated.

Shi Potian didn't know that if Yue Buqun knew this, he would probably burn incense and offer sacrifices to his ancestors immediately.

He only cared about Feng Qingyang admitting that he won, and he immediately laughed: "Old man, a man should keep his word. You promised me that you would live happily, so you can't go back on your word."

At this moment, Lu Dayou's voice suddenly shouted, "Big Brother! Big Brother! What happened? Is there another blind person coming to Siguo Cliff to cause trouble?"

Feng Qingyang's first reaction was that he didn't want to appear in front of Huashan disciples, so he wanted to leave, but Shi Potian grabbed his arm tightly and refused to let go: "Old uncle, you haven't promised me yet?"

Feng Qingyang tried to break free several times but failed. Shi Potian was treating him kindly and sincerely, so he didn't feel comfortable attacking Shi Potian again.

During this stalemate, Lu Dayou had already climbed up the cliff. Seeing Shi Potian holding Feng Qingyang tightly, he hurriedly reminded him, "Big Brother, press his acupoints, and he won't be able to run away."

Feng Qingyang saw that Shi Potian was really going to do this, so he hurriedly said, "Boy, let me go, I promise you."

Young people like Shi Potian and Lu Dayou didn’t know him, but Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze had seen him in the past.

If Shi Potian pressed his acupoints and Yue Buqun and his wife saw it, he would be completely disgraced.

Shi Potian was satisfied and let go of her hand.

Feng Qingyang said: "I promise you to live well, what about the matter of Dugu Nine Swords?"

Shi Potian shook his head and said, "Old man, you lost. You can't let me learn anymore." He is now busy studying the internal skills of the Qi Sect and controlling the sword with Qi every day, and has no time to learn another sword technique.

Feng Qingyang looked helpless, but did not try to persuade him any further.

The highest level of martial arts moves is to win without any moves.

He believed that Dugu Nine Swords was the best sword technique in the world because Dugu Nine Swords was a path that led directly to the realm of being better without any moves.

This is also the reason why he couldn't bear to let the Dugu Nine Swords be lost.

After his guidance over this period of time, Shi Potian has actually reached the state of "no moves are better than moves", and the Dugu Nine Swords is at most the icing on the cake.

Not to mention, Shi Potian's unprecedented internal strength has already created his own unique path, so swordsmanship is even more insignificant to him.

Lu Dayou couldn't help but interrupt and said, "Big Brother, is he the old man who showed you the way? Why is he on the Cliff of Repentance?"

Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, somewhat dissatisfied with himself for losing face in front of Lu Dayou, and said: "Don't you deliver food at 9:00 every day? Why is it half an hour early today?"

Lu Dayou was shocked: "You even know this? Who are you?"

Shi Potian said: "The old man is..."

Feng Qingyang interrupted Shi Potian and said to Lu Dayou: "You don't have to care who I am. You just need to know that I have no ill will towards your Huashan Sect."

Lu Da is expected to turn to Shi Potian.

Shi Potian nodded and said, "The old man is a good man. He has been teaching me swordsmanship these days."

When Lu Dayou heard that Feng Qingyang could actually teach Shi Potian swordsmanship, he was surprised again, but he didn't ask any more questions.

Since he was a child, he liked listening to storytellers telling stories about the martial arts world. He knew that most of the martial arts masters had strange tempers, so it was good that the old man was willing to teach his senior brother how to use swordsmanship.

If he talked too much and made the old man angry, and he stopped teaching the eldest brother swordsmanship, he would be committing a heinous crime.

Lu Dayou said, "The monkeys I raised made some monkey wine. I was anxious to let Senior Brother have a taste, so I came a little early today." He took out a palm-sized wine gourd from his waist, and after opening it, a faint aroma of wine wafted out.

Feng Qingyang's heart moved, he looked Lu Dayou up and down, and said: "Among Yue Buqun's disciples, there is actually a kid who is unwilling to concentrate on practicing swordsmanship and studying how to make monkeys brew wine. Excellent, wonderful."

Lu Dayou blushed and said, "I also concentrate on practicing sword skills, but... but..."

He didn't want to blame Shi Potian's love of drinking, fearing that it would affect Feng Qingyang's opinion of Shi Potian. After hesitating for a while, he simply said, "It's just that I like to try these new things. It has nothing to do with my master."

Feng Qingyang misunderstood Shi Potian's words, thinking that Yue Buqun still regarded the Sword Sect as the Huashan lineage, and that he had very little dissatisfaction with the Qi Sect, especially the young disciples of the Qi Sect who did not participate in the events of that year, and regarded them more as the younger generations of the Huashan Sect.

He saw that Lu Dayou was trying to protect Shi Potian, and because he loved Shi Potian, he had a better impression of Lu Dayou: "It's a good thing that you like to try new things. It suits my temper. You said you also practiced sword skills, show me."

Lu Da was stunned and looked at Shi Potian again.

Shi Potian urged, "Sixth Junior Brother, the old man is very good at teaching people swordsmanship, you should practice for him."

After getting Shi Potian's consent, Lu Dayou put down the lunch basket, drew the long sword at his waist and started practicing Huashan swordsmanship.

(End of this chapter)