Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

The sunset is thousands of miles away.

Shangyou Qianhusuo's fleet docked at Huai'an Pier for supplies.

Yang Ge was lying on the roof of the cabin with his arms pillowed on his back. In his ears he could hear the roaring laughter of Huai'an officials in the distance. In front of him was the gorgeous sunset that dyed half of the sky red. Below him was the ship that was rising and falling slightly with the waves...

The hazy state of half-asleep, half-dream and half-awake, as if all worries and regrets were gone.

Only a little pure thought flies freely along the memory line.

In a daze, he seemed to look at Ma Laoliu's last stab again.

That majestic sword that rolled up a water dragon measuring several feet long!

In his mind, that knife was fixed.

The surrounding colors and scenery are stripped away one by one.

Only the sword energy was left, like a ray of light, spanning a dark space.

He stared blankly at the sword energy, his thoughts scattered for a long time without realizing what he was doing...

Until he suddenly reacted, he suddenly sat up in shock and exclaimed: "Flood, that knife is Flood!"

As if he had caught something, he jumped off the top of the ship, tapped his toes lightly on the deck, and nimbly passed by a strongman standing guard.

"Keng."

The sound of Qingyue's long sword being unsheathed sounded. The warrior on guard subconsciously patted his waist, but only caught an empty scabbard. Looking closer, he saw a familiar figure from behind, clutching a shining iron-handled oxtail. Knife, leap into the air.

"break!"

He grabbed the little bit of spiritual light just now, stirred up his inner energy, and slashed out with a knife.

The light of the snow-bright sword that was more than ten feet long reflected the sunset and struck hard on the gentle river.

"Bang."

The waves splashed more than two feet high, and a fat-headed fish was carried by the waves and flew onto the deck, flapping its tail vigorously.

Yang Ge stared at the ripples on the river, slapped his feet heavily on the river, and used his strength to jump back onto the boat.

When the warriors on duty on the deck saw this, they quickly stepped forward with their swords pressed: "Sir..."

Yang Ge raised his hand without looking back: "Don't let anyone bother me!"

All the warriors clasped their fists and retreated, then dispersed and stood around the boat. They kept waving their hands to the Paoze brothers who came after hearing the sound, signaling them not to come.

"What's wrong!"

Yang Ge stroked the oxtail knife in his hand, recalling Ma Laoliu's majestic knife that rolled up a water dragon that was several feet long.

Ma Laoliu's sword was actually extremely powerful.

If his aura had not been weaker, he should have been defeated by the sword.

Compared with the stunning style of Ma Laoliu's sword.

The knife he just made according to the gourd painting is like the difference between a big orange and a northeastern golden layer.

God is not similar.

The shape is not similar either.

After he frowned and thought for a few moments, he suddenly burst into laughter again.

Ma Laoliu observed the Hongfeng Pass and understood the sword technique.

He didn't visualize the passing of the flood peak, but instead visualized Ma Laoliu's sword.

Isn't this the same as "Pass it on, Master Shen likes to play with sticks", "Pass it on, Master Shen likes to play with sticks", "Pass it on, Master Shen likes to play with flying sticks"?

Is that taste right?

He smiled "hehe", closed his eyes, slowly raised the oxtail knife in his hand, and began to imagine the scene of the flood peak passing through.

It’s true that he never faced a flood.

But he has seen floods and the tides of the Qiantang River.

I have also seen videos and pictures of flood peaks passing through the country and plains turning into vast oceans.

At this moment, he shrinks "I", magnifies the feeling of insignificance and trembling when facing the roar of the flood, and immerses himself in the experience of the passing of the flood peak, the indestructibility of the invincible, and the decisive and turbulent momentum of the mulberry field turning into the sea.

His heart slowly calmed down, and he imagined himself alone, carrying a backpack and hiking poles, standing in the middle of a dry valley river, with a torrent several stories high rushing toward his face.

Mountains and rivers tremble!

Heaven and earth are eclipsed!

slowly……

He seemed to hear the deafening roar of the water.

He seemed to feel the cold icy rain hitting his face randomly.

Even the ground beneath my feet was actually shaking...

Yang Ge suddenly shivered, goosebumps crawled up his head at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the hairs all over his body seemed to stand on end.

Even the palms of my hands and the soles of my feet were suddenly covered with sweat...

His body swayed, and his mind almost broke away from the terrifying intimidation.

The man in his mind gritted his steel teeth and held down his trembling legs. He watched helplessly as the flood surged in, and the incomparable force knocked him away, falling into the mud of rolling rocks. In the flood, he quickly lost his human form...

After losing the shackles of the physical body, the mind became an invisible substance, freely shuttled in the rushing torrent.

Roaring with the torrent.

As the torrent surges.

With the torrent, towering trees were uprooted.

The torrent smoothed away the rugged rocks.

Unstoppable!

Invincible!

If you never come back!

Then leave and never come back!

The goosebumps that had just subsided on Yang Ge's face surged to the top of his head again.

And this time, it’s no longer just one wave and it’s all over.

Instead, wave after wave kept coming to the top of the head.

His breathing began to become heavy and rapid.

The oxtail knife raised high was trembling due to his rapid breathing rhythm, and the bright light of the knife on the blade was hidden and flickering.

until……

His clenched teeth were shaken open by the trembling of his body. When the images flowing in his mind and the fierce determination accumulated in his heart began to waver, Yang Ge finally opened his eyes violently, jumped up again, and roared angrily. :"break!"

He struggled to squeeze out all the energy in his body, wielded the knife with both hands as if it were light and heavy, and used all his strength to slash out with the knife.

In an instant, a violent sword energy that was three to four feet long surged out, and struck the wide river with a heavy blow as if it were a real thing.

"Bang."

There was a deafening loud noise, and two waves like water walls rose into the sky, giving a chill to the hearts of the strong men on the boat who could not escape.

Fang Ke and others on the river bank, from their own perspective, also saw the strange scene of the rushing river temporarily cutting off under the knife, revealing the dark silt of the river!

Although the time when that wonderful scene appeared was extremely short, maybe less than a snap of the fingers...

But no matter how short it is, it will cut off the flow!

This immediately confused them!

This knife...

They can't understand it, they don't understand it at all!

There was a time when everyone was a master who could only use his internal strength and hurt others with fists, feet and weapons.

Why did it seem like you soared into the sky in the blink of an eye?

Hasn't it only been a year?

But has it been many years?

Fang Ke and others are doubting life.

Yang Ge on the other side was still dissatisfied with the power of his sword just now.

He always felt that the breath in his chest just now should not come out like this...

But the sword blow just now had consumed all his strength, and he couldn't even use the Luanfeng Legs to make himself lighter.

"Plop."

Yang Ge fell heavily into the river water and drank several mouthfuls of river water, but he couldn't keep himself floating on his back.

This scene shocked the warriors who were pulling on the side of the boat and looking down.

"No, sir, you're drowning!"

Someone shouted something, and a group of warriors took off the oxtail knives from their waists and jumped into the river like dumplings. A group of people scrambled to support Yang Ge, who was still drinking water.

…

"No, no, there's something missing!"

Yang Ge returned to the boat, wrapped in a blanket sent by his men and sitting on the bow, still thinking about the details of the knife just now.

The power of the sword just now... was very strong!

It is much stronger than his current strongest move - Lingshuang Sword's Seventeenth Style: Aoxue Lingshuang.

This may be nonsense.

No matter how powerful the Lingshuang Knife is, it belongs to others. If he wants to exert its maximum power, he must spend a lot of time, energy and understanding to improve his skill proficiency.

But that sword strike just now was something he realized by himself. It reached full level as soon as he used it. Even though the upper limit of that sword strike was not as high as Aoxue Lingshuang's, the level suppression of the skill alone was enough to bring out more powerful abilities than Aoxue Lingshuang. Frost can be very lethal.

What's more, even though the knife he just made was just a rough idea, his intention... was not low at all!

Of course, what Yang Ge valued most about that sword was not its power.

It's the effect of the knife opening the door.

Yes, he regarded that sword as a key that could help him open the door to the third floor of swordsmanship.

Thus...enter the house!

…

Yang Ge has been practicing swordsmanship for more than a year.

For more than a year, he has been wielding three thousand swords every day. He has also wielded swords many times to compete with masters from all walks of life, and he has gained some experience of his own.

He believes that the first level of swordsmanship is strength.

It's those beginners who pick up the knife and use brute force to slash with Xia Jiba. They have no skills and no rules. They say they are using a knife, but in fact, if they replace the knife with an ax or a hammer, there will be no effect at all. Influence...so this level of force.

As for the second level of swordsmanship, Yang Ge thinks it is skill.

From basic sword movements such as sweeping, chopping, poking, cutting, plundering, stabbing, slashing, and thrusting, to sword moves such as sweeping thousands of armies and fighting in all directions at night, these are all the techniques and rules of swordsmanship.

As for the third level of sword skills, Yang Ge thinks... it should be meaning.

Use your own thoughts to control the long sword and exert a power beyond the long sword itself!

If we talk about two levels, it is the knife that teaches the user how to use himself better.

Then at the third level, the user is giving his knife his own meaning.

At first glance, it's a bit confusing.

But it’s actually easy to understand.

This is like singing. The music school will teach you how to control your breath, how to use transposition, and how to use falsetto.

But the songs that touch people the most are often not songs that are difficult to sing and show off their skills. Instead, they are songs that the singers use their own experiences and emotions to sing...

Experience and emotion, this is the unique meaning that the singer gives to the song!

The same goes for sword skills!

From this point of view, "Eighteen Ways of Lingshuang Sword" is indeed a very brilliant swordsmanship. It provides a complete guide from beginner to master without taking any wrong steps.

Yang Ge indeed laid a very solid foundation of swordsmanship under the guidance of this swordsmanship.

But this also brings about a problem: he only knows what is happening, but does not know why!

At first glance, this doesn't seem to be a problem.

As for knife skills, as long as you can use them, it's fine. What's the point of studying why it is used in this way?

But in fact, if Yang Ge only knew what it was and didn't know why, he wouldn't be able to comprehend something unique to himself based on the Lingshuang Knife.

In other words, he could only follow the route planned by Lingshuang Dao and walk all the way to the dark side to compete with the creator of this sword technique.

But there are no two leaves with exactly the same veins in the world.

How could two people with completely different experiences have the same understanding of the same sword technique?

By that time, his understanding of sword skills was like a piece of white paper covered with graffiti. It had already taken the shape of the Lingshuang Sword. Even if he wanted to abandon the Lingshuang Sword and practice other sword skills, he would regret it. It's too late...

Of course, this was not a trap Jiang Kui left for him.

It's just that his martial arts improved too quickly, and he was unable to practice various sword techniques during the bottleneck period like other swordsmanship geniuses, broaden his horizons, consolidate his foundation, and finally accumulate experience and steadily reach the third level.

But obviously, there are levels of genius!

Yang Ge can extract the sword's intention from his opponent's moves.

Obviously, he is smarter than those geniuses who need to figure out and understand the meaning of the sword step by step!

I'm not bragging, but in terms of understanding and imagination...

Brains that are bombarded by higher education and the information age are indeed more advantageous.

…

Yang Ge sat cross-legged on the bow of the boat and meditated for a long time.

It wasn't until the moon was above the treetops that he suddenly slapped his thigh and suddenly realized: "There is no problem with the gun and there is no problem with the marksmanship. The only problem is the bullet!"

He stood up and immediately pulled out the Hunyuan Zhuang exercise posture out of habit, mobilizing the inner energy of the whole body and moving the Great Zhoutian according to the division of yin and yang in the twelve meridians.

"call……"

He exhaled slowly and longly, and with his breathing, the three treasures of essence, qi, and spirit slowly condensed together and sank into his dantian.

"suck……"

After finishing his breath, he began to inhale slowly, and the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit slowly floated up from his dantian like a balloon and dispersed into his limbs and bones.

As the master of the body, Yang Ge could very clearly sense that a trace of his essence was left in the inner Qi in his Dantian. It was flowing with the inner Qi and affecting the limbs and bones through the twelve meridians.

That feeling...

It was as if the body was originally a piece of chaos, unable to see anything clearly, and unable to direct anything except one breath.

But now, a faint light lit up the chaotic space. Through that ray of light, he could already "see" the outline of the internal organs and Dantian meridians.

‘Oh, this is just refining energy! ’

Yang Ge felt a sense of enlightenment in his heart.

It was at this moment that he finally understood...

Also angry.

Why is the qi in the qi sea realm called inner qi?

The qi that returns to the true state is called true qi.

It turns out that the Qi in the Qi Sea Realm is just an internal and external force.

Like bullets in the chamber of a gun, gasoline in a gas tank.

Although they all work internally, they can only have an external effect.

The Qi that returns to the true state is closer to the vitality of living things.

It is like the blood of the human body.

It can not only provide the human body with a steady stream of power.

It can also support the complex tissue structure of the human body...

Be more specific.

Internal energy can only damage the enemy's protective body.

And true energy can not only injure and protect the enemy's body, but also prolong life!

I've been thinking about this chapter for a long time, I'm late, please forgive me~