Martial Arts: After ten years of sword-drawing, the Sword God must bow his head when he sees me

Chapter 79 Wherever the Thought Reaches, the Sword Proaches

With Yan Shisan's current eighth-level sword intent, he has already reached the level of being able to control the sword as easily as with his own arm.

Her control over the sword intent was far from that of Zhang Sanniang or Yao Yue, and still remained at the most superficial level.

It was precisely because of his understanding of the sword intent that Yan Shisan realized how difficult it was for Shen Pingan to condense the sword intent into thousands of sword energies at this time.

If Yan Shisan combines his own true energy and moves with the sword intent, he can condense sword energy when he draws the sword.

But without the coordination of true energy and sword moves, Yan Shisan would find it difficult to condense sword energy.

If sword energy is compared to scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Then, true Qi, moves and sword intent are the three raw materials of tomatoes, eggs and oil respectively. Without any one of them, the dish of scrambled eggs with tomatoes cannot be made.

And now, Shen Ping'an gave Yan Shisan the feeling that he could make scrambled eggs with tomatoes with just a spoonful of oil, without even using tomatoes or eggs.

"Perfection-level sword intent, can it actually reach this level?"

Yan Shisan was shocked by this, and at the same time, his desire for the perfect sword intent became stronger.

It was also during the time when Yan Shisan was stunned that more and more sword energy condensed from pure sword intent began to emerge from Shen Pingan's body.

At this time, Shen Qingshan muttered, "Strange, in the past, whenever my cousin had some understanding of martial arts, he would exude a terrifying aura, but why didn't he show any aura at all this time?"

Not only Shen Qingshan, but even Qu Feiyan was a little confused.

"Could it be that the young master deliberately restrained his own aura?"

He does not mean that.

It was originally just a casual conversation between the two of them, but when Yan Shisan heard it, it seemed as if he thought of something. When he looked at Shen Pingan who was standing there, his eyes narrowed slightly.

At the same time that Yan Shisan's heart was moved, the sword energy condensed from the sword intent around Shen Pingan began to shuttle rapidly.

As thousands of sword energies shuttled through the air, the sounds of swords ringing and breaking through the air continued to echo around Shen Ping'an.

The strong wind also blew Shen Ping'an's ink-colored robe, making it whistle.

In addition, Shen Ping'an is so unstoppable at this moment that he looks like the king of swords, which makes people feel intimidated.

However, as the speed of the sword energy around him continued to accelerate, it seemed to turn into a drizzle, or like the morning mist, making Shen Pingan look a little more hazy.

After a hundred breaths, as Shen Ping'an's consciousness returned to his body, the sword intent around Shen Ping'an began to quickly return to his body.

When the breath in his body completely calmed down, Shen Pingan opened his eyes, and there was surprise and joy in the depths of his eyes.

After coming to his senses, Shen Pingan whispered to Song Yuanqiao in the distance, "I've finally understood. Sorry to have troubled Sect Leader Song to wait for so long."

Song Yuanqiao quickly bowed in response.

After a few simple polite words, Shen Pingan tapped his toes lightly, and returned to the carriage in the blink of an eye.

The group then continued to approach Wudang.

But as they moved forward, Mo Shenggu suddenly came close to Song Yuanqiao.

"Big Brother, what did Mr. Shen realize just now?"

Song Yuanqiao shook his head and said, "Mr. Shen didn't tell me, so how would I know?"

Mo Shenggu suggested, "How about I go and ask?"

Song Yuanqiao glared at Mo Shenggu and said, "Why are you asking? Young Master Shen has unparalleled talent in swordsmanship. Even Master speaks highly of him. His understanding must be profound. So what if he did ask? Our cultivation is insufficient. Knowing too much would be detrimental to our practice."

"If you don't want to ask, then don't ask! You're already this old and you still get angry easily."

When Song Yuanqiao glared at him, Mo Shenggu shrank his neck, then walked to the side muttering.

Listening to Mo Shenggu's muttering, Song Yuanqiao's hand holding the sword felt itchy.

If he hadn't considered that there were other disciples and Shen Pingan and others around, he would probably have raised his hand and hit Mo Shenggu on the back of his head.

After a few breaths, Song Yuanqiao turned his head to look at the carriage. Thinking of what everyone said on Guangmingding that day, he couldn't help but sigh again.

"What a pity he's not my Wudang disciple!"

As everyone moved forward, they were getting closer and closer to Wudang.

Qu Feiyan, who was outside the carriage, also saw the buildings at the foot of the mountain.

After a while, as the carriage stopped at the foot of the Wudang Sect's mountain, Qu Feiyan jumped off the carriage and looked around with curiosity.

"Sir, how come there is a market at the foot of Wudang Mountain?"

Shen Pingan said softly, "Where there are people, there will be business. Wudang Sect is a top power, with tens of thousands of disciples. The things they need every day are by no means few. In addition, Wudang Sect has a good reputation, so they won't make things difficult for these merchants. Over time, people will naturally gather here to make a living!"

Wudang Mountain is also known as Xianshi Mountain.

The surrounding area is full of strange peaks and crisscrossing valleys. The main peak, Tianzhu Peak, rises tall from the ground, and the 72 peaks around it stand in a row like an inverted bell and a tripod.

The surrounding mountains were shrouded in clouds and mist, and the air was filled with incense. Even before the Wudang Sect was founded, the area was already crowded with tourists.

Not to mention that the current Wudang Sect is a top sect with Zhang Sanfeng in charge.

It has long been the number one Taoist holy land in the Ming Dynasty.

One can imagine the number of pilgrims and tourists who come to Wudang Mountain every day to burn incense.

It is safe, and there are so many people coming here. There are more than ten thousand stable customers on the mountain, and people with business acumen will naturally gather here.

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yuanqiao, who had also walked up, smiled and said, "Mr. Shen is right. Ever since Wudang became a top power, it has attracted a lot of people. At first, vendors from the nearby city came to the foot of the mountain to sell things for burning incense. After tasting the sweetness, they gradually developed to the current scale."

Qu Feiyan asked curiously, "Wudang is a top power, but they have a market at the foot of the mountain. Aren't you worried that it will affect Wudang's reputation?"

Qu Feiyan had also followed Qu Yang to Heimu Cliff, the headquarters of the Sun and Moon Sect, before.

Within a radius of thirty miles, not to mention merchants, even passers-by were afraid of stepping into the Black Wood Cliff and bringing about fatal disaster.

Song Yuanqiao smiled and said, "They're just some ordinary merchants. What's the impact? Besides, it's convenient for both ourselves and others. With these merchants here, it's convenient for the disciples on the mountain to buy anything."

After listening to Song Yuanqiao's words, Qu Feiyan said "Oh" and had a much better impression of the Wudang Sect.

Not to mention anything else, in Qu Feiyan's heart, Wudang's humility and tolerance alone are much better than those of other famous and upright sects.

After Shen Qingshan parked the carriage to the side and asked someone to look after it, the few of them headed up the mountain under the guidance of Song Yuanqiao.

Along the way, Shen Ping'an's gaze moved from time to time, looking at the scenery of Wudang.

Song Yuanqiao didn't stop until they reached a villa in the back mountain.

"This is the branch courtyard of Tianjun Peak. There are also disciples of Wudang waiting outside. If Master Shen and the others have any instructions, they will be given immediately."

"Thank you for your help, Sect Leader Song!"

"It should, it should!"

"I still have to go find Master to report on this trip to Bright Summit, so I'm sorry I can't accompany you for the time being. Qingfeng, you must accompany Master Shen well and must not neglect him."

After Song Yuanqiao left, Shen Qingfeng beside him sighed, "Cousin, this Tianjun Peak is where our master lived. This is the first time we've used it for entertainment in all the years since the villa was built."

Among the seventy-two peaks in Wudang, nine of them have nine palaces and nine temples.

These nine peaks are mostly visited by pilgrims and tourists.

As for the remaining sixty-three peaks, they are used by Wudang disciples to live and entertain guests.

Even Wudang's first-generation disciples such as Song Yuanqiao usually live on other secondary peaks.

Only Zhang Sanfeng lives on Tianjun Peak.

Now Song Yuanqiao has arranged Shen Pingan and others on Tianjun Peak, which shows how much Song Yuanqiao values ​​Shen Pingan and others.

Shen Qingshan responded, "Three of the Seven Heroes of Wudang were present on Guangming Peak this time. If it weren't for my cousin's intervention, I'm afraid they would have all been captured. Not to mention my cousin's current status and strength, it would be unreasonable for Wudang not to take him seriously."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Qingshan suddenly found that Yan Shisan had walked to his side without him knowing when, and his eyes were looking at Shen Pingan.

Looking at the approaching Yan Shisan, and then looking at Shen Pingan, Shen Qingshan tactfully moved a few steps to the side to make room for Yan Shisan.

When Yan Shisan walked to Shen Ping'an's side, he slowly said, "I want to know what you realized just now?"

Listening to Yan Shisan's question beside him, Shen Pingan did not hide anything and said bluntly: "A method of using sword intent."

After a pause, Shen Pingan added: "You can also understand it as a secret martial art that requires the use of sword intent."

Yan Shisan glanced at Shen Pingan and said in a serious and solemn tone: "I would like to hear the details."

Looking at Yan Shisan's reaction at this moment, Shen Pingan was not surprised.

After all, for a swordsman like Yan Shisan, only things related to kendo can arouse his strong interest and curiosity.

Taking in Yan Shisan's reaction, Shen Pingan said softly, "Although sword intent is unique, it is ultimately the same energy as a warrior's true qi. There are martial arts driven by true qi, and naturally there are also martial arts driven by sword intent."

"However, sword intent is different from true qi. The perfection of sword intent is the beginning."

Yan Shisan's eyes narrowed. "You mean, the perfection of sword intent isn't the end?"

Shen Pingan shook his head and sighed softly, "I've said before that the way of the sword is boundless, but the perfection of the sword intent is naturally far from the end of the sword intent."

“In fact, after the sword intent is perfected, it is less sharp and more rounded and smooth.”

"It is also because of this smooth and graceful feeling that the sword intent can be more easily controlled, thus extending some of its uses, and even allowing people to create some special methods based on the characteristics of the sword intent."

"For example, what I just realized is a special use of sword intent, sword intent transformation."

Yan Shisan asked, "What is the sword's will transforming into a realm?"

Shen Pingan responded: "Wherever the thought reaches, the sword goes. The sword will transform into thousands and form a domain of its own."

(End of this chapter)