Sword Roaring in the Sky

Chapter 13 Young people always have heroic spirit

Zhang Qingxi's words were so packed with information that Sun Yanwan didn't know where to start. After a moment's thought, he asked the most uncertain question: "Isn't our Feng Zushi also a top-notch expert?"

Zhang Qingxi laughed and said, "Our ancestor has passed away!"

"It doesn't make sense that you can still take up a seat when everyone is gone!"

“When Patriarch Feng was still around, there were five supreme masters and four great grandmasters in the world.”

"Later, our Grandmaster Feng and another supreme master passed away, and some of the five Grandmasters also passed away. Our teacher and Monk Kongchan from Shaochan Temple suddenly emerged and filled the positions of the two Grandmasters. This is how the temple is now."

"Among the five great masters, Hu Qingdi is a figure of the previous generation and has retired from the martial arts world for many years. Xuanming Taoist is of the same generation as our ancestor and is also a master of the older generation. The leader of the Demon Sect, Yang Wuji, is of the same generation as our teacher, but he is more than ten years older. Monk Kongchan of Shaochan Temple is the youngest, seven or eight years younger than our master. He is hailed as the greatest martial arts genius in Shaochan Temple in the past two hundred years. It is said that he will definitely become the second most outstanding person in Shaochan Temple in the future."

"There are countless masters below the top and grandmaster level, dozens of them at least. It's impossible to list them all at once. Anyway, every major sect has a grandmaster in charge, and each has his own extraordinary skills."

When Sun Yanwan heard this, he suddenly felt a strong sense of gratitude towards Miao Youxiu, the first-generation master. He originally thought that Miao Youxiu was unable to teach martial arts, so he just found a master. But he never thought that Teacher Miao found such a powerful master for him?

Master Miao is a good person!

Although Zhang Yuanqiao and the eldest brother, the head of the Songyang Sect, were not on good terms, they had never truly fallen out; they simply branched off and founded their own sect. The Songyang Sect truly had a supremely skilled ancestor, the foremost of the ten great sword sects, and their master, a true master, inheriting the true teachings and becoming a contemporary grandmaster, would be so arduous to navigate the martial arts world and face danger, whether by informing the sect or the master's name. Who would dare not show some respect?
Zhang Qingxi smiled and said, "The Hu family is able to produce a great master. The family's inherited Hunyuan Posture is indeed the world's top internal martial arts. Especially the 36-Move Posture, which is practiced from the outside in. The internal force is cultivated. Every time you raise your hands or feet, you will naturally be filled with internal force. It is perfect for fighting in a duel."

"You think the Hunyuan Pillar is extraordinary, and it is indeed extraordinary."

"However, Junior Brother Yan Wan, I also want to warn you."

"The martial arts of the Hu and Miao families are all inherited from the family and are never taught to outsiders. You can practice them secretly, but you must not use them recklessly when you travel the world in the future."

"We at Taiyi Temple don't lack world-renowned martial arts, so why are you so reluctant to part with the Hu family's things?"

Sun Yanwan smiled awkwardly and said, "Big Brother is right."

It wasn't that he was reluctant to give up the Hu family's martial arts, but he had recently discovered that practicing both the Ziwu Sutra and the Hunyuan Posture seemed to complement each other. The Ziwu Sutra cultivated weaker meridians, while the Hunyuan Posture specialized in them. While the Hunyuan Posture was difficult to penetrate, the Ziwu Sutra had a tricky method to open up meridians. Since practicing both together was more efficient, there was no reason to abandon one.

However, Zhang Qingxi's words also made him secretly wary, and he should not use the Hu family's martial arts in public in the future. When Miao Youxiu taught him the Hunyuan Posture, he also vaguely mentioned that he should not tell others what kind of martial arts he practiced.

In the blink of an eye, seven or eight days passed, and Zhang Yuanqiao still hadn't returned.

When Sun Yanwan woke up that morning, he remembered the Taoist robe he had ordered, so he told his senior brother about it and went to a nearby town alone.

He went to the clothing store and picked up three Taoist robes, and also bought some vegetables, food, and some sundries.

During this time, with the teacher away and the eldest brother not very good at cooking, Sun Yanwan took over the kitchen. After all, he was a time traveler, and when he was on Earth, he had cooked for someone else. He was proficient in traditional Chinese cuisine, rural cuisine, Sui family cuisine, Wang family cuisine, Tang family cuisine, and other exquisite cooking techniques. His three meals a day were well received by the eldest brother.

As the saying goes, "A skilled cook cannot prepare a feast without ingredients." Taiyi Temple didn't have much in store, so even if he tried his best, he couldn't come up with anything fancy. This was a good opportunity to buy some things to improve his life.

Sun Yanwan bought a lot of things and hired a cart to transport them back to the temple. While he was inspecting the goods, he heard the sound of chaotic horse hooves. More than ten people who looked like gang members were riding their horses and galloping into the town. These people were fierce and fierce, and they were covered in dust. Everyone had a fierce aura.

An old man selling vegetables carrying a load on his shoulder was unable to dodge and was blocked in the middle of the road. A cold light flashed, and the big man in the lead had already cut the old man into two pieces with one knife. He rode his horse past, and in a moment a cloud of blood rained down.

The big man killed the old man who blocked his way with a single blow of his sword, and then he rode his horse without stopping, galloping into the center of the town, shouting, "Who has seen a little girl in red?"

"If you don't tell me, you'll all die."

Sun Yanwan was too far away from the old man to save him in time. Hearing the murderer's reckless shouting and interrogating the townspeople, his blood suddenly boiled in his chest, and he shouted, "You've killed innocent people indiscriminately, and now I'm going to kill you all."

He traveled to this place and learned martial arts. Seeing someone committing a crime, killing innocent people indiscriminately, and wanting to kill all the townspeople, how could he hold back?
Although he came down the mountain to get his Taoist robe and didn't bring the Demon-Slaying Sword, he was determined not to be afraid of these murderous bandits and faced the leading man with his bare hands.

The big man who had just committed the crime laughed grimly and urged his horse to come forward. The flash of his sword was like a waterfall from heaven, and his sword skills were surprisingly exquisite.

If it were a normal situation, Sun Yanwan had no experience in fighting and might have been panicked, but now he was full of passion and became doubly sharp. Facing the knife coming towards him, he shook his body and slapped out with both palms.

The big man snorted coldly and chopped down with his sword as usual. He planned to chop the boy, who was dressed as a shop assistant, into two pieces no matter what tricks he had. However, he didn't expect that the sword would hit nothing.

Just as he was feeling slightly surprised, his wrist felt numb and the long sword in his hand was snatched away.

He had never heard of such a sophisticated technique in his life.

Sun Yanwan hated him for killing people and taking human life lightly, so he took away his long knife, used it as a sword, and chopped off his huge head with one stroke.

It was Sun Yanwan's first time killing someone, and while he felt happy, he also felt a little uncomfortable.

After all, he was born in the safest country on earth. He had never seen or even thought about killing people in the street, let alone doing it himself. If he had not witnessed the other person killing someone and had not felt the urge to be brave and righteous, he would have given up even if he had thought about it for a moment.

With his blood boiling, Sun Yanwan felt a little proud of his smooth and flowing attack. At this moment, he saw a woman in a red dress appear on the roof opposite. The red dress fluttered in the breeze. In her hands, as if by magic, she had a bow and an arrow. She drew the bow and shot the arrow, which was like a full moon. In a moment, the arrow reached his face.

He could clearly see the look of astonishment on the red-dressed woman's face...

One could even read a line of words from her eyes: "Fuck, I shot the wrong person."

It’s so fucking terrible.

　"One Sword Breaks the Nine Heavens" is the most interesting fairy tale, the classic complete version
　　
　
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