Sword Roaring in the Sky

Chapter 62: Keeping the green hills, you don’t have to worry about running out of firewood

Because he had practiced the Immortal Hammer Fighting technique several times in front of Yin Bailian, and each move of this boxing style required a lot of strength to be poured into the meridians and tendons, it was extremely stamina-consuming, so Sun Yan postponed the next match and there was no competition that day, so he could take a short break for half a day.

When he and Zhang Qingxi returned to the Spirit Sword Tower, they saw a long-lost acquaintance, the Great Sage of Heavenly Secrets, Sun Yunhe, waiting downstairs. Sun Yanwan had no ill feelings towards this "old senior" and greeted him with a smile, "Senior Sun, what can I do for you?"

Sun Yunhe thought to himself, "My granddaughter goes to the Spirit Sword Tower every day. What do you think is wrong with me?"

But the Tianji Sun family is really no match for the Spirit Sword Tower Master. Even though Sun Yanwan is only at the eighth level at this time, Sun Yunhe can only say with a bit of grievance: "I want to accompany my granddaughter."

Sun Yanwan smiled and said, "In that case, Senior Sun, please come upstairs with me."

At this time, it was the turn of the A-group competition in the arena, and Sima Erlong stepped onto the stone platform with great confidence.

A younger middle-aged Taoist priest in a dazzling purple robe, surrounded by four Taoist disciples, also arrived at the stone platform. The purple robe was the attire of the real person in Xuanhuang Dao, second only to the Heavenly Master. The middle-aged Taoist priest stretched out his hand in a very majestic manner, and a Taoist disciple handed him a long sword. He held the long sword upside down, stepped slowly into the air, and walked onto the stone platform in a leisurely manner, as if walking in the void.

Zhang Qingxi performed the Wind Riding Technique in an elegant and graceful manner, but the purple-robed Taoist priest made it look even more coquettish.

Sima Erlong was extremely disgusted and shouted, "How can this be true? You are becoming more and more arrogant."

The purple-robed Taoist He Youzhen smiled faintly and said, "Unlike Senior Brother Sima, who is a Twelve True Disciple and has the Ziyou Temple as his foundation, I am away from home. Without such pomp and ceremony, how can I gain the trust of those donors? Without their kindness, how can I support my entire family?"

Sun Yanwan was stunned and asked, "Senior Brother, what is the origin of this Taoist priest in purple robe? Is this behavior due to his personality, or has he experienced some major stimulation?" He felt a strong sense of familiarity. This was a real charlatan!
Zhang Qingxi frowned slightly and said, "Senior Brother He Youzhen is a disciple of Uncle Liu Yizhi. Uncle Liu Yizhi is quite talented in amassing wealth. He is in charge of our Songyang Sect's Taoist temples, farms, fields, shops, escort agencies, and businesses. All his disciples are so impressive."

Sun Yanwan perked up upon hearing this and thought to herself, "No wonder? I need to communicate more with a senior uncle like him!" She hurriedly asked, "Which mountain is Senior Uncle Liu Yizhi on?"

Zhang Qingxi replied, "Our Songyang Mountain has six main peaks. When the sect split up, Uncle Liu Yizhi had the most disciples and the most grandchildren, but he took the initiative to retreat. He didn't choose a Taoist temple in Songyang Mountain. Instead, he led his disciples around the world, raising funds everywhere, and built Taoist temples on various roads. He doesn't have a fixed Taoist temple, and he doesn't return to the mountain often. It's a bit difficult for you to see him."

Sun Yanwan was really enlightened. He didn't expect that there was such a talent among the Seven Friends of Songyang.

Sima Erlong pointed his long sword and used the Great Songyang Divine Sword. He Youzhen drew his sword and also returned a move with the Great Songyang Divine Sword.

Both of them had studied martial arts in Songyang for a long time and were both top-notch masters of the time. When they started to fight, sword shadows flew and exquisite moves emerged one after another. Everyone who watched was fascinated and secretly praised the Songyang School for its profound foundation and the endless emergence of masters.

The two exchanged dozens of moves. Sima Erlong concentrated on manipulating his sword while making a vague slap, releasing a fierce palm force.

He Youzhen smiled and clapped his hand back, also releasing a palm force.

The two men were several feet apart, but the palm power they exerted was like tangible and invisible dragons and snakes colliding in the air, making a rumbling sound.

Sun Yanwan had witnessed several palm power duels over the past few days, but none as spectacular as this one. Sima Erlong wielded the Xuanhao Divine Palm, a technique also mastered by Zhang Yuanqiao. Its pure yang energy delivered a powerful and resounding blow. He Youzhen, however, employed the Destroying God Palm, a feminine and gentle palm that penetrated vital acupoints throughout the body, often invading the enemy before they even realized it. The two men engaged in a relentless battle, slashing with swords and palms. Suddenly, Zhang Qingxi said, "Second Junior Brother, if you ever encounter a master like this, don't try to be brave. Do whatever it takes to escape."

"We're still young, so losing one or two games isn't a big deal. As long as we're still around, we'll eventually redeem ourselves."

Sun Yanwan was slightly stunned and said, "As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood."

Zhang Qingxi smiled and said, "This metaphor is very good, it can be considered a good sentence."

Sun Yanwan thought to himself, "I definitely won't try to be stubborn! Does Senior Brother have any misunderstandings about me?" He acted as if he was learning from someone, but didn't say anything.

The two men fought for more than a hundred moves in a blink of an eye. Sima Erlong was more skilled and relied on his deeper skills to strike out more than twenty palms in a row. He Youzhen could only block more than ten moves, but he was dwarfed. He held on for more than twenty palms, but finally his internal strength ran out and he was knocked down by Sima Erlong's palm and fell off the stone platform.

Sun Yanwan did not watch the next scene, but sat cross-legged in meditation. Firstly, it was time to practice the Ziwu Sutra, and secondly, he also wanted to go through the 18-way Immortal Hammer Striking Technique that had been perfected with the guidance of Yin Bailian from beginning to end.

Since Sun Yanwan started practicing martial arts, he has developed a habit of trying to understand the profound meaning of every move, every style, and every mental method. When encountering uncertainty, he will mark out several possibilities and ask his teacher and senior brother for confirmation. This method of learning is simply an invaluable tool for learning anything in this martial arts world.

He fell into a state of Qi refining and soon forgot about himself and the world.

Sun Yunhe, the Great Sage of Tianji, has always been worried about his granddaughter, fearing that Sun Yanwan and his granddaughter would cause trouble.

Although Sun Yanwan is only twelve years old and obviously doesn't have this ability, what if this little bastard is gifted?
Old Sun was really worried.

But he didn't expect that the situation inside the Lingjian Tower was completely different.

Apart from occasionally watching one or two martial arts competitions, Sun Yanwan spent most of his time discussing martial arts and meditating with Zhang Qingxi, and rarely spoke to Sun Lingdie and Namco.

Sun Yunhe felt relieved, but another part of his heart was lifted up again, and he was in a state of panic and confusion.

He watched Sun Yanwan meditate for a whole day. In the evening, his granddaughter and the eighth lady of the Nanmeng family prepared meals, and he finally enjoyed dinner comfortably.

Sun Yunhe was very angry, but he had no choice but to accompany her for dinner and then took Sun Lingdie away.

Namco didn't stay long. He ordered the maid to clean up the Lingjian Tower and then left.

Only two brothers were left in the Spirit Sword Tower. Sun Yanwan suddenly asked, "Big Brother, what do you think of the power of the Immortal Hammer you've been using? Can it be considered a decent martial art?"

Sun Yanwan had just had a sudden flash of inspiration when he created this boxing style. Although he had defeated several opponents with his Dragon Elephant Prajna technique, he still had no confidence in it. He had originally thought it was just a game, like he had figured out that the combination of Hunyuan Posture and Demon-Slaying Sword Technique was even more powerful. However, Yin Bailian's attention to it gave him a second thought: had I created a decent martial art?
(End of this chapter)