Chapter 154: Painting the Sword Techniques of the Mountain
Chapter 154: Painting the Sword Techniques of the Mountain
On the Siguo Cliff, the sun was rising and the sky was clear, and the wind and snow stopped temporarily.
The heavy snow accumulated over the past few days had buried half of the word "过".
Inside the cave, pine oil was hissing and dripping down the wooden handle, leaving a black stain on the stone wall.
The graceful figure swayed slightly on the stone wall.
Eight resin torches surrounded the boulder, illuminating the figures on it.
On the stone platform next to it, four thick cloth scrolls were stacked together.
There were candles in the bronze candlesticks, and a two-meter-long piece of white silk was spread out from right to left.
The wolf-hair brush was dipped in thick ink, and he quickly sketched a little man on the silk...
A hint of fatigue inadvertently revealed between the woman's brows.
Painting is a very exhausting task in itself, let alone drawing nearly two thousand pictures.
The lines of the stone carvings are simple, but they contain sword moves. She is a martial artist, so she has to go over all the moves in her mind before she can write them down to capture the true meaning of the moves.
"You've been painting for half a day, do you want to take a break first?"
Hua Jian smiled and said, "Sir, we only have the Huashan sword technique left. Hurry up and finish it. We can call it a day and go down the mountain. We've been out for three days and I really miss Yue Jian and Xiao Yu. Shall we go back to the inn early?"
"Okay! No matter what, we'll go back today."
Zhang Yu smiled and nodded. He had read the yellow book of the old members of Guanzhong Yunshuitang and knew why Hua Jian was in a hurry to go back.
Tomorrow is the birthday of the two sisters. According to custom, she makes a bowl of longevity noodles for Yue Jian every year.
Hua Jian picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and looked at the line of words engraved on the stone wall.
"Zhang Chengfeng and Zhang Chengyun completely defeated Huashan's swordsmanship here..."
After Zhang Yu ground a pool of thick ink, he took off the wine gourd, placed it on the stone platform, walked slowly away, and walked into the cave.
Hua Jian stopped writing, quietly glanced at Zhang Yu's departing back, a smile broke out on her pretty face, and under the flickering firelight, she revealed a kind of restrained charm.
Compared to Yue Jian, whose personality is written all over her face, she prefers to keep her feelings in her heart, like a flower blooming alone on a cliff. It would be great if someone discovered its beauty, but if not, she is willing to bloom and wither alone.
Zhang Yu lit a torch to illuminate the darkness.
"The Land of Xuanyin?"
The water in the pool beneath the black stone wall remained unchanged, emitting bursts of cold and chilly air. The corpse sat in the corner, seemingly looking at the intruder, adding three more points of terror to this mysterious place.
He fixed the torch to the wall of the cave and approached the stone pool. The cold air immediately rushed towards him, as if it wanted to drill straight into his body, and goose bumps appeared on his arms.
Compared with the ice and snow outside the cave, one is only physically cold, while the other is a bone-chilling cold that penetrates the soul.
"This cold air is quite strong. I didn't feel it much when I came here with Brother Lan last time."
He looked at the black stone wall, which seemed to be formed naturally, with some irregular patterns.
"Zuo Lengchan used tens of thousands of pounds of ice to build the Ice Palace and cultivate his ice energy."
"Brother Lan said that the effect of the Xuanyin Land is worse than a million pounds of ice. It may be used to cultivate Beiming Qi. Anyway, I have nothing to do, so I might as well give it a try."
Zhang Yu immediately sat cross-legged on the ground and practiced the Bei Ming Divine Art.
"Wild horses, dust, and living things blowing each other with their breath."
The black water in the pool began to turn into wisps of cold air.
Zhang Yu frowned and the corners of his mouth twitched.
The cold air was like an ice knife, constantly scraping and pricking his meridians. Enduring pain had become his instinct. In the face of life and death, this was just an inconspicuous appetizer. Whether it was the side effects of the green jade ring, the tearing of the meridian acupuncture points, or the stagnation of the snake swallowing the tiger and elephant, every step Zhang Yu took on the martial arts path was accompanied by pain that penetrated deep into his bones.
Fortunately, hard work will eventually pay off.
This kind of mysterious Yin energy is surprisingly compatible with the Beiming Divine Art. The speed at which the true energy grows is extremely fast. It is three times more powerful than absorbing the internal energy from other people's dantian. The Shaoze point on the little finger shows signs of being opened.
While guiding the rapid breathing, wisps of cold air quickly rushed in from the nostrils, circulated in the meridians, fell into the Tanzhong point, and were transformed into Beiming true qi through the vortex and fell into the Jinchi Dantian.
The second purple-gold lotus has fully bloomed. Under the nourishment of true qi, the branches, leaves, petals and rhizomes are all lifelike. His internal strength has entered the late stage of Qi Hai Jing.
The Qi Hai realm is mainly about the accumulation of internal strength, and the most important thing is the hard work of grinding.
It is not uncommon for ordinary warriors to be trapped in the Qi Hai Mirror for three to five years at the shortest, or more than ten years at the longest.
After practicing the Beiming Divine Art, Zhang Yu was able to absorb the internal force from other people's dantian, which saved him a lot of effort and naturally led to rapid progress.
"kindness!"
Chills rose from his back, and a layer of frost formed on his eyebrows, face, and hair. Zhang Yu's body had reached the limit of what it could endure. If he continued to endure it, it would be too much and would cause irreversible damage to his meridians.
"The sky is blue, and its color is right!"
He opened his eyes, the thin layer of ice on his eyelids fell off, and a look of joy appeared on his face.
"Dust Breath, it's finally done."
He finally broke through the Shaoze acupoint, which was the most difficult to cultivate into a true qi vortex, and this meant that the first level of the Beiming Divine Art had been completed, and a true qi vortex had formed on each of his ten fingers.
Bei Ming Divine Art belongs to Taoist martial arts, which has six levels, namely Dust Breath, Gathering Food, Carrying the Boat, Hanging Clouds, Tianchi, and Controlling Six Qis. With each breakthrough in each level, one's strength can be greatly improved.
He raised his palm, spread his five fingers, and reached forward.
Ten feet away, the dusty sword trembled slightly, and the dust on it was shaken off, revealing the shining blade.
With a whoosh, the long sword seemed to be pulled by a force and flew towards Zhang Yu, but it fell to the ground five feet away from him.
"Fetching objects from the air!"
Telekinesis is a symbol of innate masters, but among acquired masters, those with extremely strong internal strength can also do it. Zhang Yu practiced the "Northern Divine Art", which requires special skills, so he was able to master telekinesis in the Qi Hai Mirror.
But at the moment, I’m not very proficient yet.
He glanced at the sword that fell in front of him, then stood up and left the Xuanyin area.
On the stone platform outside, five scrolls were quietly placed. They were the result of the hard work of the two people over the past few days.
The candle on the bronze candlestick had been burned down to half, and Hua Jian was taking a nap with her chin on her left hand, her curved eyelashes stuck to her eyelids. She was from Suzhou and had the typical appearance of a Jiangnan woman, gentle and beautiful.
Zhang Yu slowed down his pace and did not wake her up. Instead, he looked at the graphics on the floor, wondering whether he should destroy these Five Mountains sword techniques that only had their forms, and the corresponding ways to break them.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally did not take action.
This world of martial arts is already barren enough, there is no need to destroy another heritage, even if it is the opponent of the Divine Cult, the Five Mountains Sword Sect.
"grown ups."
Hua Jian woke up.
"Let's go."
Zhang Yu put the five scrolls into a cowhide bag. After coming out of the corridor, he moved five or six stones to block the originally very secret entrance. Perhaps in the future, some Huashan disciple who had the opportunity to often go to the Cliff of Repentance would be able to find it.
On the Siguo Cliff, the red sun in the sky was setting towards the mountain peak. The accumulated snow gradually retreated and turned into trickling streams, nourishing the earth.
(End of this chapter)