Sword Roaring in the Sky

Chapter 33 Hunyuan is the essence of heaven and earth integrated into one!

"Huan Yuan is the essence of heaven and earth blended into one!"

"Thunderbolts and thunderbolts, like lightning; yin and yang, the five elements, hide and flee; the essence of the sun and moon, the spiritual tides of heaven and earth, the seven emotions and six thoughts, all merge into one."

"The Hunyuan Sword Manual says: All the changes of yin and yang belong to me, raising a purple and golden cloud!"

"It can break strange spells and slay demons and evil spirits..."

Sun Yanwan didn't quite understand what he was saying, but fortunately, since her teacher wasn't teaching her the right way, she had a senior brother to give her some pointers. Zhang Qingxi said, "Our Songyang School's Hunyuan Sword Technique is similar to the Hu Family's Demon-Slaying Sword Technique. Both use Qi to control the sword."

"Originally, I didn't recommend that Junior Brother choose this sword technique."

"This style of Hunyuan Swordsmanship emphasizes that the stronger the internal force, the more unstoppable and unrivaled the swordsmanship."

"But you have practiced the Hu family's Hunyuan Zhuang Gong, and you have the foundation of the Demon-Slaying Sword Technique. Your Ziwu Jing training is also quite good, and you have connected all five meridians. You can use it to some extent."

This time, Sun Yanwan understood.

Zhang Yuanqiao discussed some rather vague theories about swordsmanship, and finally began to discuss the Hunyuan Sword Technique. The Hunyuan Sword Technique was indeed similar to the Hu family's Demon-Slaying Sword Technique, except that the Hu family's Demon-Slaying Sword Technique required the foundation of the Hunyuan Posture. The Songyang School's Hunyuan Sword Technique, however, required a corresponding breathing technique and a knack for circulating internal energy. While incredibly powerful, it also consumed a significant amount of internal energy.

Sun Yanwan opened up five meridians, which was equivalent to the eighth-level cultivation in the martial arts world. Even after using all his strength to perform six or seven moves of the Hunyuan Sword Technique, his internal energy was insufficient.

Moreover, Sun Yanwan had opened up too few meridians. He had not yet opened up most of the meridians that the internal force of the Songyang School's Hunyuan Sword Technique circulated. Without the internal force to circulate, his moves were just in form and had no power at all.

This was the first time that Sun Yanwan felt how difficult it was to practice a martial art!
But this style of Hunyuan swordsmanship was chosen by him himself, so he had no choice but to learn it.

Sun Yanwan followed his teacher and senior brother in seclusion for more than half a month before he learned the 72-stroke Hunyuan Sword Technique of the Songyang School. However, due to the fact that he had only opened up five meridians, he was unable to mobilize the internal force required for many sword styles. He could only use six or seven moves, and only three moves could be used.

There is no way around this. As long as the moves are mastered, other sword techniques can always be used, regardless of the level. However, the Hunyuan sword technique of the Songyang School, without the support of internal force, is just a bunch of fancy moves. Not only is it powerless, it is also very easy for the enemy to take advantage of it.

During the past half month, Zhang Yuanqiao not only instructed his second disciple, but also took good care of his eldest disciple. It was obvious that what Zhang Qingxi was going to do was actually very dangerous. The grandmaster was quite worried and wished that his eldest disciple would not go, but he just refused to say it.

Seeing that the Seven Clans Martial Competition of the Songyang Sect was about to begin, Zhang Yuanqiao brought his two disciples out of seclusion. Zhang Qingxi and Sun Yanwan returned to their rooms to pack up, and each took some necessary things with them.

Sun Yanwan knew that there was not much money in the temple, so he gave half of the silver he had to his eldest senior brother. Zhang Qingxi knew that it was a kind gesture from his junior brother, so he accepted it with a smile.

The two men each rode a horse, said goodbye to their master, and set off.

Zhang Qingxi rode an ordinary, healthy horse, but Sun Yanwan rode a divine horse gifted by Sima Ziyan. This horse was completely black from head to tail, without a single stray hair, and Sun Yanwan named it the Black Rabbit!
He had originally wanted to give the horse to his eldest senior brother, but Zhang Qingxi refused to accept it, his attitude very firm. Sun Yanwan had no choice but to ride it himself. Zhang Qingxi was dressed in a Taoist robe, with the Demon-Slaying Sword hanging from his waist. He had replaced the sword with a plain scabbard. The long swords used by the Songyang School happened to be of the same shape. Even if someone from the Hu family saw it, it would be difficult to identify it.

Sun Yanwan wore the clothes Sima Ziyan had given him, which he had mended. Although somewhat torn, they were still more comfortable than his newly custom-made robes. Although the Songyang Sect was a lineage of the Xuanhuang Dao, it had both Taoist and lay disciples. Sun Yanwan was merely a disciple learning martial arts, not a monk, so it didn't matter if he didn't wear the robes. He hung the Lingxi soft sword Sima Ziyan had given him. Although the scabbard had been repaired, the marks were still lingering, leaving Sun Yanwan with deep regret and a growing hatred for the Demon Cult.

Lin Jing and Zhang Faner came back after buying the ingredients. They learned that their two fellow disciples had already gone out. They looked at each other, and the two kids didn't know what to do.

They had wanted to tell Taoist Master Sun Xiao about the discovery of the silk book in the scabbard, but Sun Yanwan had been in seclusion and they had never had the chance. Now that he had come out, he went out again. They did not dare to tell Zhang Yuanqiao about this, as this ancestor was quite majestic and not easy to get close to.

Lin Jing and Zhang Faner discussed for a long time in the evening, but still couldn't make up their minds. Finally, they decided to wait for Sun Yanwan to come back before confessing the matter.

Sun Yanwan and his eldest brother traveled for half a day. When they saw a town ahead, he smiled and said, "Elder brother, how about we go get something to eat?"

Zhang Qingxi smiled and said, "That's exactly what should happen."

"However, it's not convenient to continue traveling today. I remember that if we go any further, there will be no place to stay for a day or two. Let's rest today and buy some dry food and water. We can set off tomorrow morning and spend less time sleeping in the wild."

Although Sun Yanwan had some knowledge of the world's geography when he bought some books, he was not as good as Zhang Qingxi, an "old man" who had experienced the world, so he immediately expressed his agreement.

The two brothers entered the small town, first found an inn and settled their horses, then went to the street, found a good restaurant, ordered some dishes, and started eating together.

Sun Yanwan ate a few mouthfuls of food and suddenly thought of that big restaurant in the north.

After he traveled through time, he worked as a waiter in a store. He saw customers coming and going and enjoyed the delicious food. He had thought that when he became rich, he would eat well, at least to the same level as before he traveled through time. However, he did not expect that he still had to eat poorly today.

During the few months he followed Miao Youxiu on his journey, Miao Youxiu didn't care much about fine food, and he wasn't picky about food either.

By the time he became a disciple at Taiyi Temple, Zhang Yuanqiao was very poor and his living standard had dropped even further.

Later, Zhang Yuanqiao subdued the Sky Snake Gang, but he only offered monthly tributes. Small gangs like these didn't have a lucrative income, so the tributes weren't much either, only a few dozen strings of cash per month. The town near Taiyi Temple, having suffered a disaster, was now much more desolate than before, despite the relocation of hundreds of members from the Sky Scorpio Cult. Nothing good could be bought, and the food hadn't improved much.

This restaurant is just an ordinary shop, and the chef's skills are average. It is even worse than the crappy snacks at some tourist attractions before I traveled through time.

Sun Yanwan sighed softly, feeling how difficult life had become since she traveled through time!

He had barely finished sighing when he heard a voice as clear as a yellow oriole, calling out, "You are so young, why are you sighing so carelessly?"

(End of this chapter)