I am Zhao Zhijing, a poor Taoist priest, and I have disciples all over the world.

Chapter 151 Qingmu Sword Technique
Now that Ding Chunqiu's matter has been confirmed, no matter what the outcome is, this trip to Shaolin Temple has not been in vain.

"Master Abbot, please keep this matter secret for the time being. Once it is leaked, it is likely to alert the enemy."

"After I return to Huashan, I will discuss carefully with Mr. Guo and his wife to see how to deal with the next step."

Zen Master Tianming nodded in agreement and replied: "This is a matter of great importance to the lives of all people in the world. I and Shaolin Temple will never stand idly by."

It was already past noon, and Zhao Zhijing felt there was no need to stay in Shaolin Temple any longer, so he said goodbye to Zen Master Tianming and prepared to go down the mountain.

As Shaolin Temple was busy with many affairs at the moment, Zen Master Tianming did not try to keep them, and it was still Monk Wu Se who escorted Zhao Zhijing and his disciples out of the mountain gate.

"Master Zhao, I feel like we've known each other for a long time. If there's a chance, I'd like to have a long talk with you all night long, discussing martial arts."

Without the sincere hospitality of Wu Se Monk, this trip to Shaolin Temple would hardly have been so smooth. Zhao Zhijing was grateful and bowed, saying, "Thank you for not abandoning me, Master. I am just busy with worldly affairs. I will definitely accompany you to the end when I come to visit you next time."

Monk Wu Se was a generous person. He laughed and said, "It's a deal. I will be waiting in the temple for the day when the Taoist priest comes back!"

The two made an agreement to meet next time, and when they saw that they had reached the mountain gate, they waved goodbye.

Zhao Zhijing took Guan Man'er away from Shaoshi Mountain. He originally wanted to go back to the inn where he rested last night to recuperate and continue his journey early the next morning.

As a result, many Mongolian soldiers came to Dengfeng County and searched for the assassin from house to house. They also interrogated passers-by more strictly.

"Huo Du's actions are really fast. It seems that we should not stay here for long."

Kublai Khan should be in Bianliang City now, not far from Dengfeng County. It is reasonable that Li Mochou appeared again today and the Mongolian side reacted so quickly.

Furthermore, looking at Li Mochou's posture, it was obvious that she came prepared. Her intention was to sow discord between Song and Mongolia, but whether she could kill people was secondary.

After seeing the situation in the county, Zhao Zhijing didn't want to cause any trouble and was about to turn around and leave when suddenly several Mongolian warriors turned around at the intersection.

One of them shouted, "Where did those Han people over there come from?"

Zhao Zhijing frowned slightly. It would be a piece of cake to deal with a few Mongolian soldiers, but if he took action himself, the people of Dengfeng County would suffer afterwards.

"From the Tang Dynasty in the East."

Zhao Zhijing answered casually, then stepped forward and pressed the acupoints of several people with lightning speed.

Then he grabbed Guan Man'er and left in the opposite direction of the county town.

"Junior Brother Yang, are you feeling better?"

On the Siguo Cliff of Jade Maiden Peak of Huashan Mountain, Yang Guo, who had been studying martial arts for five days, exhaled lightly and spoke with a smile.

"Brother Xu, it's okay."

"Thanks to you all for taking care of me these days, I can concentrate on practicing."

Xu Qinghao waved his hand, "We are brothers, so let's not talk about this."

Ever since Zhao Zhijing left Huashan, Yang Guo has been in seclusion in the Cliff of Repentance. Three meals a day are delivered to the top of the mountain by Xu Qinghao from the Zuowang Temple on the mountainside.

Lu Qingdu, who was in charge of the kitchen in the temple, often prepared special meals for his junior fellow apprentice Yang Guo.

These days, Yang Guo almost tore apart the Zhouyi left by his master, hoping to comprehend some of the meaning of "anticipating the enemy's moves and attacking instead of defending" from the hexagrams.

Although he was young at that time, because of his intelligence and his eagerness to learn, what he learned could be considered complicated.

The Hong Qigong Kungfu taught by my mother Mu Nianci; the Toad Kungfu taught by the West Poison Ouyang Feng; the Quanzhen Kungfu; the Kongming Fist; the Tai Chi Fist and Sword. And the Kungfu learned from my senior brothers, all together there are at least 20 or 30 kinds of Kungfu, although it is indeed clever to learn from so many schools, but it is also inevitable that it is not pure.

When he meets an opponent, he will display all kinds of moves, which are naturally dazzling, but in the eyes of real masters, they are nothing more than childish acrobatics.

This time with the guidance of his master, Yang Guo also realized his shortcomings in martial arts. Among so many martial arts, he had not yet mastered any of them to the true first-class level.

The cliff of regret was extremely quiet, but it was also a perfect place for quiet thinking. Yang Guo walked and stopped in the cave, thinking hard. At the beginning, he didn't make any progress and was very upset.

It was not until the third day that he remembered what his master had said: "It is possible to find another way and create a sword technique that suits you best," and he suddenly had an idea.

"Since Master has said that the most suitable sword technique is the one, why can't I take the best of all martial arts and create my own style?"

Although Zhao Zhijing asked Yang Guo to create his own martial arts, Yang Guo felt that only masters of his godfather Ouyang Feng, Uncle Guo, his master, and his great-grandmaster were worthy of creating his own martial arts.

So even if I thought of it, I would immediately dismiss the idea. It was not until I had no way out that I truly understood the meaning of my master's words, and my eyes immediately became bright.

"Anticipate the enemy's moves and attack without defending"

Yang Guo thought about it from early morning to noon, and from noon to late night, even to the point of not eating or drinking.

All the martial arts moves he had ever learned appeared in his mind one after another, as if they were competing to see who was superior and who was superior.

In the end, he couldn't help but perform various moves one by one, but they slowly became mixed up and it was impossible to tell where they came from. Yang Guo was exhausted, and after he stumbled and fell, he fainted.

This scared Xu Qinghao, who was in charge of delivering meals. He was already worried when he saw that his junior fellow didn't eat any of the three meals.

However, Yang Guo was still meditating at that time, and Xu Qinghao didn't want to disturb his thoughts, so he just put the food at the entrance of the cave.

"Junior brother, you must not be too impatient to achieve success, or you will go astray."

After Yang Guo woke up, he saw his senior brother Xu Qinghao sitting beside him and guarding him.

It turned out that although Yang Guo fainted on the ground, he was just overexerting his brain and there was no abnormality in his breathing or pulse, otherwise Xu Qinghao would have carried him down the mountain long ago.

"Thank you for your care, Senior Brother. I understand."

Seven days passed like this, and Yang Guo fell into coma five times in a row, but each time was shorter than the last, and he did not look depressed every time he woke up.

So even though Xu Qinghao persuaded Yang Guo to go down the mountain twice, Yang Guo politely refused and assured that there was absolutely no problem with him.

Since then, Yang Guo found that with his current knowledge and cultivation, it was not easy to create a martial art, but he could find another way to "anticipate the enemy's moves and attack instead of defend."

"I used to make random moves a few days ago. Even I couldn't tell where to attack next, and others certainly didn't know either. This is what it means to have no moves, but to have them."

As Yang Guo thought, he picked up his long sword and thrust it into the air, “To anticipate the enemy’s moves, you must observe the flaws in the opponent’s moves.”

"If you strike later but arrive first, you can attack the enemy without defending!"

The hexagrams recorded in the Book of Changes are ever-changing, but they all remain essentially the same, just like various martial arts moves. No matter how sophisticated they are, they cannot escape the limitations of the weapon itself.

It just so happened that Yang Guo had dabbled in various weapons, so he could use this to relatively simply summarize a set of sword techniques with the purpose of "breaking".

"Breaking Sword Technique"

Yang Guo shook his head and thought that according to the names that his master gave to his fellow brothers’ martial arts, this set of swordsmanship should be called “Qingmu Swordsmanship”.

(End of this chapter)