Sword Cultivation Behavior Map [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

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In the quiet night, the wind was bleak, and tears of love flowed from the corners of the eyes of the sobbing second sister.

The second sister Sun Xiuqing over there is still intimately breaking heads with her junior sister for the imagination of love, but the male protagonist Chuuxue in the imagination here has already floated out of the inn.

He is going to find the master of these three talents and four talents, that man named Dugu Yihe.

That was one of his goals for going out, and also the main reason why Lu Xiaofeng came to him for help.

Dugu Yihe, the current head of the Emei Sword Sect.It is rumored that when he was young, he practiced swords, but later he abandoned the sword and turned to the sword, and worshiped in Emei. Combining with Emei sword style, he developed the unparalleled method of double killing with swords and swords.

Today, few people can combine knife and sword to such an extent as he does.

He is a master of a generation, a senior who Chuuxue had decided to challenge long before he entered the arena.

And for Dugu Yihe?He knew Fuxue, and he never put Fuxue in the position of a junior.

Chuuxue himself may not know that the head of Emei once had a relationship with Chuuxue.

At that time, Chuuxue had just entered the rivers and lakes, and Dugu Yihe had already stood on the top of that lonely master for a long time.

Like many swordsmanship masters, Dugu Yihe always thought that he was a swordsman before meeting Fuxue, and he had reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

He suffered from the fact that he had reached the limit of martial arts, and felt that everything was boring, because he had no opponent in this arena.

Of course, it doesn't mean that he is the best swordsman in the world.

There are not many masters of swordsmanship in Jianghu, but there are nearly ten of them.

They are all very powerful, and they won't lose the upper hand against Dugu Yihe, but if they don't lose the upper hand, it also means a tie.

A tie, this may be a good result for the vast majority of Jianghu people.But for sword masters, nothing could be worse than this.

Sword, never draw.

A tie, for their sword masters, means the incompetence of both sides.

But what can they do?Their swordsmanship has been practiced to the extreme, and they can't go any further.

This is the limit, the limit of a man, a swordsman.

They are alone, standing on the peak of the sword, waiting alone to enter the end of the years.

Until one day, two young masters of swordsmanship from the north and the south named Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng appeared.

Are they swordsmen?No, they say they are not.

They are sword cultivators.

Enter the Tao with the sword, practice swordsmanship, and practice swordsmanship.

It was also after seeing them that those sword masters discovered that their previous cognition was wrong.

Swordsmanship does have limits, but humans do not, because humans can still cultivate their minds.

The same is true for Dugu Yihe.

After seeing Fuxue for the first time, Dugu Yihe really realized that he should not be a swordsman, but a swordsman.

At that moment, Dugu Yihe seemed to break free from the shackles, breaking away from an ordinary body that was about to enter old age.

Yes, he, a middle-aged man rejuvenated with new youth.

As a sword cultivator, a monk who takes the sword as his way.He is not a swordsman practicing swords, but a believer who believes in the sword.

He's alive, he's OK again!

His whole body was full of fighting spirit called sword repair again!

At that moment, Dugu Yihe felt that heart that had been silent for a long time resumed beating, and the blood that had been cooled for a long time was boiling again.

He was so excited that he couldn't help stroking his beard, looking at the sky, facing the sun, and sighed that the famous sentence through the ages that fit him perfectly in this situation——

The old man chatted and became crazy about teenagers!Pull the yellow on the left and Qing Cang on the right.

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The little apprentice with yellow hair standing on his left at that time:

Standing on his right at that time, the big apprentice who looked a little anxious and vicissitudes:

Shut up, Master.

Just sigh, what kind of apprentice does it mean?Do you really think they dare not do it?

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The little apprentice is serious: Yes, senior brother, can we beat Master?

The big apprentice is serious: It's okay, we have seven brothers and sisters, if we can't fight, we can call your senior sister to fight in groups.

The little apprentice frowned: Yes, you are a Taoist priest, and the elder sister is a nun.Buddhism and Taoism regard each other as pests.Are you sure that the elder sister is here and won't hit you first?

The big apprentice suddenly fell into a strange silence.

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Senior Sister Emei, a generation of sword cultivators who have perfectly inherited Master's unique skills.

She's cold, she's ruthless, and she doesn't shy away from animism at all.

She is a woman who grew up in the south when she was young. At the age of pineapple head, she could fight geese with her left hand, fight mosquitoes with her right hand, kick mice with her left foot, and step on cockroaches with her right foot.

Wherever it goes, no grass will grow, and all pests will die.

From humans to insects to ghosts, as long as it is a pest, it will die.

People in the rivers and lakes say that the master is extinct.

Such a frightening and ruthless swordsman, and her nun master Fengling Shitai who is next door always sneaks in to complain to Dugu Yihe about why their common apprentice is so overbearing.

He is so overbearing that he will even urge the master to practice.

Master Fengling is so bitter, she really wants to fish, but her dear apprentice won't let her.

But what can Master Dugu do?His chief female college student is so vicious, she has the final say in the Sword Sect.

Even as a master, he didn't brush his teeth after eating candy at night, and she found out that he was chased and beaten.

Who would dare to face such a powerful female swordsman?

Anyway, Eldest Brother Emei, who is a bull-nosed Taoist priest, dare not, he can't even beat cockroaches.

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The old middle-aged sword repairer Dugu Yihe didn't know the sadness of his chief male disciple, he was still looking for youth with his pale yellow.

This is not only his, but also shared by all the top sword cultivators of this generation.

It is the vitality and happiness they got after being inspired by Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuuxue, two first-generation sword cultivators, and finding the true meaning of life.

I always go to watch the happiness of these two swords repairing the sword.

That is a different joy for outsiders, because every time they watch, it will bring them new inspiration and give them a new sublimation of state of mind.

To commemorate the two, the sword cultivators also gave this youth a beautiful and poetic name——

Snow blowing at the city gate.

Of course, this name has another profound meaning, which is to record the soulful affection of the two top sword cultivators in the north and the south.

Today's top sword cultivators are all experienced, not as confused as the young sword cultivators.

Although most of them are lonely and widowed, this does not prevent them from being well-informed.

They know too much.

But through the jade pendants hanging on the waists of Fuxue and Acheng, those two beautiful ducks who look very similar, they, this group of middle-aged and elderly top sword cultivators who have experienced hardships in the early years, have already seen through everything.

The North and South Sword Cultivators have never met each other, but they are in love like gods.

The sword cultivators had been to the South China Sea and the Northern Territory, and after a little inquiring, they knew that there was a five-year agreement between the immortals.

Take that duck as proof.

Five years.

What is the concept of five years?

It is they who have reached the age of 23, and it is the young swordsmen who made the agreement at the beginning to officially win the championship.

The man who reaches the legal age of Dayu and can marry is crowned.

Ah, 23, what an age full of vigor and enthusiasm.

It was so wonderful that the top sword cultivators couldn't help recalling the past, the ups and downs, love-hate youth that belonged to them.

Now they are old, can't go back to the past, can't make up for regrets, but they can help their common young friends.

They understand, and the little friends who understand them must be planning to decide the outcome at the time of their wedding.

This is the top-level romance that can only be enjoyed when both parties to the marriage are sword cultivators, and no sword cultivator can refuse it.

The top sword cultivators who came here decided to help their little friends, in order to repay their kindness for giving them advice and allowing them to successfully become sword cultivators.

They decided to compete with one of them before Chuuxue got married at the city gate.

If Chengmen Chuuxue wins, then on the wedding day, the husband and wife can decide the real No. [-] in the world.

If you lose, then there is no need to prepare for the marriage.

Anyway, it's dead, it saves time.

What?Is it unlucky to die before marriage?

Hmph, that's just unlucky for ordinary people.

They are sword cultivators, and dying for the way of the sword is the most supreme thing, what is auspicious or unlucky?

That is glory!

For believers who believe in the sword, is there anything more noble than martyrdom?

No!

The Taoist priest next door also advocates being in harmony with the Tao!They can all do it, so why can't sword repairers do it?

As a sword cultivator, one must unite man and sword, and mind and spirit are the sword.

Therefore, it is a lie that those juniors love to read that the sword of a powerful sword repairer will give birth to a sword spirit.

A real swordsman is a sword himself, and only a fake swordsman will fix some fancy things.Is that Sword Spirit?

Nonsence!That's called substitute beating, that's called cheating.

Make Jian Xiu cast aside.

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As one of the sword cultivators who repayed his favor, Dugu Yihe chose Fubuki as his opponent in the competition.

In order to have a more ceremonial and solemn sense, he also specially brought his senior apprentice and junior apprentice as the pale witness of the old man.

He also went to visit his former colleague, the fat eunuch who had worked with him when he was young but was not quite right.That fat man is working as a jeweler now, and he has built a jewelry pavilion with a tacky name.

When he went there, he heard that this fat man was almost killed by a girl during the day, so he went to see, good guy, this fat man was really hiding in the room and shivering.

This fat man was already good at martial arts when he was young, but he was timid and still afraid of death.Now that decades have passed, it is hard to see whether the martial arts are advanced, but it is obvious that his courage is even smaller, to the point where sword repairers despise him.

Dugu Yihe, who is still a handsome old man in middle age, feels refreshed when he sees his original opponent become fat, fat, cowardly and ugly, and even becomes more motivated to compete with Chuuxue.

Maybe the fat man saw through the kindness on his face and the mockery in his heart, and wanted to settle accounts with him, or it was some other unknown reason. Not long after Dugu Yihe left, the dead fat man's housekeeper Huo Tianqing suddenly appeared in front of him stop him in front of him.

When they went to see the dead fat man, Dugu Yihe's two apprentices didn't follow him, they both squatted on the books outside and stared at the moon in a daze.

Their master said that this is a practice method told to him by other top sword cultivators. He learned it when he was watching Ye Gucheng in the South China Sea.

The apprentices don't really understand the relationship between the essence of the sun and the moon and the way of the sword, and the sword repair is not a fairy.

But even if they don't understand, they still have to expose it.Who let this be what Master said?They can't fight, can't resist.

The humble disciples stared blankly at the moon, waiting for the master to return from visiting relatives.

They waited and waited, from the rising of the moon to the mid-air of the moon, Master appeared in their sight again.But before they climbed down the tree, a young man who seemed to be in charge suddenly appeared, and without saying a word to the master, a big roc spread its wings and suddenly attacked.

Who is the master?The head of the Emei Sword Sect, one of the top sword cultivators today, not to mention invincible all over the world, but also arrogant.

How can such a character be easily defeated by a young man?

This person is not Chuuxue, the sword god of the generation, but the orphan of the old master Tianqin, the master of the previous generation of martial arts.

According to the status of the old man Tianqin, his son Huo Tianqing's seniority in this Jianghu can be said to be extremely high, it stands to reason that Dugu and Hehe would have to call him Uncle.

However, what about seniority?

For sword cultivators, especially the top sword cultivators, there are always only two types of people in their eyes, one is those who can fight well, and the other is those who can fight well in the future.

seniority in the family?what?Can it improve swordsmanship or sublimate Jianxin?

nothing?Oh, that's waste that shouldn't exist, and the sword repairer can't see it at all.

So when Huo Tianqing reported that he was attacking, Dugu Yihe didn't hold back anything, and drew out his sword to fight back.

From the point of view of martial arts, although Huo Tianqing has his father's true biography, it is not enough to match Dugu Yihe, who has already stood at the top.

However, the bad thing is that this kid is insidious, he suddenly stopped and retreated quickly during the duel.

This is the most taboo and disdainful behavior by martial arts people, even the magicians who always like to take the edge of the sword rarely do it.Because once one party makes it, both parties will be injured, hurting others and not benefiting oneself.

But he never expected that, as the only son of a dignified generation of martial arts venerables, Huo Tianqing could do such a thing without martial ethics.

For a moment, Dugu Yihe's face turned green and pale, feeling that this person's trip not only ruined the reputation of the old man Tianqin, but also disrespected his opponent and sword cultivator.

This kid is really disgusting.

angry.

The more Dugu Yihe thought about it, the more annoyed he became, and his dantian was also aching because of the backlash of internal force.

He put the sword back into its sheath, quickly wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with his knuckles, turned around and raised his feet, and was about to go to his apprentices to teach them not to learn such dirty things.

After walking a few steps, his footsteps stopped, and he raised his eyes and looked to the side.

There was a man in white who was walking on the moon.

He has an astonishingly handsome face, a pair of eyes that are extremely bright and mysterious and beautiful like stars.

He stared at Dugu Yihe scorchingly, walking step by step.

That was Fubuki, the swordsman who had prepared everything.

At this moment, he was no longer the owner of Wanmei Villa, nor the man named Ximen Chuuxue.

He is just a sword cultivator, a witness who came for the sword.

Dugu Yihe put his hand on the sword again.

He stood there, motionless, waiting for Fubuki, this young person whom he regarded as his peer, to arrive, and stood not far in front of him.

Everything seemed to have quieted down, no more insects or frogs, only the wind hovering between them, caressing the leaves between the trees, and brushing their clothes.

The little junior squatting on the tree supported his chin, his legs were so numb, but he didn't dare to move.

Because he was afraid, afraid that if he moved, he would make some noise, which would destroy the most top-level communication between sword repairers and sword repairers.

But his legs are really numb.Mad, he wants to go home.

As if sensing the younger brother's intention to retreat, the senior brother silently turned his head and gave him a huge white eye.

This is a condemnation, with a trace of contempt and speechlessness in the seriousness.

What's the situation now?It was a rare confrontation between top sword cultivators. At such a solemn and sacred moment, the junior brother dared to be distracted?

What a shame.

The little junior shrank his neck in grievance, suddenly thought of something, poked the big brother's arm again, and whispered in his ear, "Shall we go down and help the master?"

The elder brother glared at the words, and immediately accused in a very low voice, "Shut up! How can you intervene in the sword repair competition? It's all one-on-one, group fights are immoral."

gang fight?What gang fight?Is it a group of sword gods beating a group of them?

The little junior thought for a while, and said again, "But Master, he seems to have been injured just now."

The elder brother asked back, "So what?"

The little junior was worried, "What if the master is beaten to death?"

The elder brother thought of the teachings that the master usually taught them, and thought of the rules of each as a sword cultivator.

"Everything is about cause and effect." He closed his eyes, took out a floating dust from nowhere, put it on his arm, and said mysteriously and heavily, "Master is a swordsman, and he bears the dignity of a swordsman. If he dies, That's his life."

Oh, what a cruel senior brother, what a cold-blooded Taoist priest.

He really deserves to be a man who has a beautiful childhood sweetheart, a fiancée, and a senior sister who can become a monk firmly.

The little junior squatted back to his original state, and at the same time lit a wax for his senior brother in his heart, praying that he would not be beaten to death by the senior sister when he went back.

At the same time, the two top sword cultivators not far away were still looking at each other.

They are watching, they are still watching, they have been watching each other for at least one stick of incense, and they haven't even moved that much.

There was no expression on their faces, they were cold, as cold as the snow mountains in the Northern Territory.

They looked at each other quietly, and neither of them spoke, because silence was better than sound at this time.

The wind blew leisurely, rustling the leaves, and lifted their robes.

After a long time, Dugu Yihe finally moved.He opened his mouth and said word by word, "Ximen Chuuxue."

Fuxue nodded slightly, "Dugu Yihe."

Dugu Yihe looked into his eyes, those cold eyes that would not move even a generation of master sword cultivators.

Fuxue is a sword cultivator, and in the future, he is destined to go further and higher than all the top sword cultivators now.It's like they gave him the title, the title that was conferred as a god|.

Dugu Yihe respected him, and he also respected this senior Dugu.

However, when Dugu Yihe grasped the hilt of the sword, Chuuxue did not move.

He just watched, lowered his eyes, and looked at the hand that senior Duhe held on the sword.

"Use your sword." Dugu Yihe said.

"No." Fubuki refused.

"Why?" Dugu Yihe asked, "You came to look for me, but you don't want to fight with me?"

"No." Fubuki shook his head, "I don't fight the wounded."

Dugu Yihe's pupils shrank, and he glanced quickly——

Good guy, on the hand he held the sword, there was a slight redness on the knuckles.

It was blood, the blood that he had wiped from the corner of his mouth before because of internal injuries.

Dugu Yihe withdrew his right hand in an instant, but there was no expression on his face, and he looked like a cold swordsman that nothing had happened.

"There are no injuries here," he said.

Fubuki looked at him calmly without any fluctuations, just watching him fart.

"You are a sword cultivator." Chuuxue said, "Sword cultivator, you shouldn't lie."

"I never lie." Dugu Yihe's voice was extremely calm and sonorous, "Sword repair, never get hurt."

"Oh." Fubuki said flatly, "Then, your strength has declined."

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Dugu Yihe immediately felt a bolt from the blue.

The strength has declined!

Oh, what a vicious and cold-blooded speech!

And fortunately, it was real, as real as a steel needle dipped in chili water, piercing his heart fiercely.

Deeply pierced his chest full of blood, making him cold from heart to body to soul.

Ah, Fuxue, as expected of you, the most noble and unkind swordsman here.

Ah, Ximen Chuuxue!

Seeing the pure white figure of Fuxue floating away, Dugu Yihe, who was seriously shocked to the heart, could no longer control the wind and frost in his heart, staggered, and half-kneeled on the ground with the sword as the support.

He lowered his head, silently covered his chest, and closed his eyes in pain where no one could see.

He wants to go home, he wants to retreat.

It is a dead end that will never come out unless you bring your strength back.

Goodbye Chuuxue, goodbye Jianghu, let's fight another day.

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The little brother on the tree patted the shoulder of the sluggish brother quietly, and then hugged himself.

It's over, the senior sister is really going to beat the brother to death this time, because she didn't take good care of the elderly master.

It's too miserable, brother, go all the way!

In the next life, be happy!brother.

The big brother who is about to be killed:

roll!Brother, don't even try to run away.