There are too many ruthless, domineering women who are considered "losers"!

Lu Chang'an carefully savored this sword technique, and various obscure sword skills, including insights into the way of the sword, flooded his mind.

Haoran's sword-drawing technique.

As the saying goes: Heaven and earth possess righteous energy, which manifests in various forms.

The lower part is Heyue, and the upper part is the sun star.

To others, it is said that it is vast and overwhelming.

The noble spirit of a scholar is like a three-foot-long sword in his heart, capable of governing the country, managing his family, and bringing peace to the world.

The noble spirit of monks stems from their compassion for all living beings, and their merits and karmic achievements lead them to liberation from suffering.

As a sword cultivator, the righteous spirit in one's heart is to fight against injustice.

If that's the case, then what is the injustice?

Greed, anger, and ignorance, the seven emotions and six desires, and the three thousand splendors of the mortal world all breed injustice. Wherever there are people, there is injustice; wherever there are living beings, there is injustice.

As night fell.

Lu Chang'an sat cross-legged like an old monk in meditation for a long time before suddenly opening his eyes, his eyes completely devoid of worldly thoughts.

He understood.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng's sword can cut through demons, but it cannot sever the obsessions of the human heart.

This is precisely the truth that "the way of the sword is easy to learn, but the human heart is hard to fathom."

But Xuan Yuan Qingfeng always believed that a true swordsman should take the freedom of the weak as the boundary.

The first sword strike follows one's heart; the second sword strikes seek a clear conscience; the third sword strikes aim for invincibility.

Slaying humans and demons also slays oneself.

This is the true Mahayana swordsmanship.

This is the Righteous Sword Drawing Technique: understanding why you draw your sword and for whom you draw it.

If it doesn't make a sound, it's a blockbuster.

In an instant, Lu Chang'an felt that he had become a master swordsman who had been using swords for decades. However, he only had theory and no practical experience, so he still needed to practice diligently and consolidate his foundation.

He recalled the first half of Xuan Yuan Qingfeng's life and felt a surge of emotion.

Unexpectedly, even the legendary swordsman of Western Shu was ultimately troubled by love.

He didn't believe that Xuan Yuan Qingfeng had no feelings for the dragon carp woman.

It's all just about self-discipline.

This righteous sword-drawing technique is a superior sword technique that Xuanyuan Qingfeng only comprehended after imprisoning himself on the cliff for ten years.

Now he's the one who got off easy.

He already lacked a superior killing technique, so this Righteous Sword Drawing Technique came at just the right time.

In the courtyard, Lu Chang'an found a long sword and stood facing the heavy snow, his eyes shining brightly.

Despite the biting cold wind, he didn't feel cold at all.

The speed at which the snowflakes fell seemed to slow down in my eyes; the crystal-clear snowflakes landed on the ground and just stood there quietly.

At this moment, the snowflakes seemed to stand still in Lu Chang'an's eyes.

He began to wildly swing his longsword in the direction the snowflakes were falling, without considering any moves or rhythm.

All that remains is the purest form of swordplay.

Swift as thunder, invisible as it appears, and striking like a shooting star.

The sword is the king of weapons; if you want to improve your swordsmanship, you must be fast.

Start fast, then slow down; only by learning to be fast can you master being slow.

Lu Chang'an swung his sword in quick succession, sometimes thrusting, sometimes slashing, sometimes parrying, sometimes parrying, but no matter what, there was only one word to describe it: fast.

Gradually, a red martial arts aura formed on his body.

As the momentum solidified, bursts of thunderous sounds filled the air. He shattered the snow and unleashed a sword strike, causing a large swath of bamboo forest to crumble.

This was the prototype of the Haoran Sword Drawing Technique.

After completing the entire routine and sheathing his sword, Lu Chang'an had already experienced the wonder of this swordsmanship.

As long as one cultivates a righteous spirit and accumulates enough energy, the power of one's sword strikes will be boundless.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng had not drawn his sword for ten years. When he did, he could defeat three hundred swordsmen. With his combined power, he could open the Heavenly Gate.

This swordsman is no ordinary swordsman; he is a top-tier guardian soldier within the Sword Palace.

Each of them possesses remarkable abilities.

This method demonstrates that its power depends on momentum.

Boxing is good at cultivating momentum, while swordsmanship emphasizes killing with a single blow.

Combining the two might yield mutually beneficial results?

Therefore, Lu Chang'an decided to give it a try.

He put his hands in a fist stance, remaining as still as a mountain.

With a single punch, the snowflakes fell.

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into the night.

The palace guards are changing shifts.

"Tell me, how come that woman Chen Zhihu didn't die? She knelt in the snow for three days and still survived?"

"Yes, she was the strictest in military discipline, a real tigress in the army. Several of us brothers were tormented by her. Fortunately, she was also dismissed from her post, so she can't harm me anymore."

Several soldiers rubbed their hands together, freezing in front of the palace gates, while cursing angrily.

"Pshaw! Without Commander Yan as her backer, she's nothing!"

"Who doesn't know that Commander Yan has feelings for her..." One of the guards said halfway through, but then noticed that the people around him had all become solemn and stopped talking.

For a moment, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Following the gaze of several brothers, they looked back and saw a tall, handsome figure standing behind them.

With long legs, a slender waist, and a high ponytail, her eyebrows radiate heroic spirit, and her calloused hands rest on the hilt of a knife, she exudes an imposing aura.

"Commander Chen..."

The soldier's voice trembled as he swallowed hard, his fear palpable.

Everyone in the Fengxi Army knew the infamous name of "Rouge Tiger." Whenever there was a fight in the army, no one could escape her ruthless hand. She could take on an entire battalion by herself.

It wasn't because of her high cultivation level, but because of her strength. Even Yan Dutou, the leader of the Fengxi Army, had to give her some respect.

Rumors had been circulating in the army that Rouge Tiger and Commander Yan were planning to form a marriage alliance.

Originally, it should have been Yan Dutou who was punished this time, but Rouge Tiger took the blame herself.

Several military officers died, but this woman survived.

It's really bizarre.

Chen Zhihu glanced indifferently at the soldiers before him and said calmly, "I am no longer a military commander, so you don't need to call me 'Captain,' but—that doesn't mean you can act recklessly!"

The second half of his sentence, spoken by Chen Zhihu, was cold and sharp, with a hint of ferocity in his eyes. His voice, carrying the intimidating aura of a Grandmaster, almost terrified the men.

"During shift work, delaying official duties, do you know what crime that constitutes?"

Several soldiers knelt down and pleaded, "We know we were wrong, please don't tell the captain, sir."

Chen Zhihu sneered, "Go to the military supervisor and collect your month's salary deducted!"

"Here you go!"

The soldiers immediately became obedient, and said meekly, "Over there with Commander Yan..."

Chen Zhihu waved his hand and said, "Get lost. I have nothing to do with him. By the way, tell him that I never want to see him again in this lifetime."

"Here you go!"

Seeing the few good-for-nothing soldiers leave, Chen Zhihu finally let out a sigh, his handsome brows furrowing with worry.

"I was so blind back then, how could I have gotten myself into this mess? Chen Zhihu, Chen Zhihu, your life is ruined."

She earned her merits through hard work and sacrifice.

Now they've all become mere illusions.

But instead, he befriended such a cowardly person who was afraid of death.

There was definitely some regret and disappointment.

But Chen Zhihu never regretted it.

It's entirely her own fault; she was blind to human nature.

"Thump!"

Suddenly, a surge of sword energy burst forth from the depths of the palace, brimming with spiritual power, like waves crashing against the shore, its light overflowing from the main hall.

In an instant, it vanished without a trace.

However, she still managed to catch it.

"This is a sign of a breakthrough—is someone in the palace undergoing a marrow cleansing and bone tempering, nurturing their sword energy?"

The thought flashed through her mind, and the next moment she moved like a shadow, darting through the light, and disappeared into the deep palace to find out what was going on.

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