Fei Xue Pavilion only opened for business once a day. Moreover, everyone who entered Fei Xue Pavilion to watch the performance was either rich or noble. Most of them were relatives of the Yan Country, and a few were rich businessmen.
The reason why there were so many royal relatives and nobles was that the entrance tickets sold by Fei Xue Pavilion were limited and very expensive. Most of the tickets were bought by powerful people, and the remaining tickets fell into the hands of very rich businessmen.
Fortunately, Fei Xue Pavilion had the rules set by Prince Dan of Yan: No one was allowed to use force in Fei Xue Pavilion.
As such, Fei Xue Pavilion's tickets were limited and expensive, so no one dared to cause trouble even if they only performed once a day.
The musicians and geisha of the Feixue Pavilion were free to do whatever they wanted except during their performance.
In the small courtyard east of Fei Xue Pavilion.
"Reincarnation-exempt, Decide in this life, you can search carefully.
The green lotus bloomed, and the white lotus hair grew.
In the lotus tent, the baby looked up and down.
A man walks under the forest by the water's edge, and his thoughts are nothing more than Taoist sentiments.
Go to the west to find the pure land, the green lotus flower grows in the mud.”
Fifteen minutes later, Ye Chen suddenly shouted,
"Break!"
"Bang!"
With a loud sound, the entire room shook violently, as if it was about to collapse.
"You've only reached the first level of the Green Lotus Sword Song Spell?”Ye Chen withdrew from his Inner Vision and muttered.
In fact, this was already very fast. Ye Chen had used the True Qi that this body had cultivated for more than ten years as the foundation of the Azure Lotus Sword Song Mantra. After filtering and purifying it, Ye Chen had directly cultivated to the first stage of the Azure Lotus Sword Song Mantra.
Ye Chen felt the internal energy in his body and muttered,"True Qi is still alright, but it's useless to have True Qi without any moves. Unfortunately, he could only learn the Green Lotus Sword Technique at a later stage.
"Wait, Mo Zhe, Mo Family disciple, I have one.”Ye Chen suddenly thought of something and said.
Therefore, Ye Chen immediately searched through the memories of the original owner of this body in his mind.
The Mohist school was a very special school among the Hundred Schools of Philosophy. Their disciples all received strict training and basically knew martial arts.
Every disciple of the Mo family would learn a set of Mozi's sword technique.
Mozi's swordsmanship was strange and bizarre. An invincible enemy who uses defense as an attack. Attack as defense, take the initiative to subdue the enemy. Mastery, both offensive and defensive. He was invincible in the world.
The sword moves went from light to heavy, from soft to firm, and the sword intent increased step by step.
Mozi's swordsmanship had six moves:
First Style--Stick to the Rules
The second move, Blood Ink Galloping,
The third style, Ink Foothill Universe.
The fourth style, Black Sea River and Lake,
The fifth move, Two Ink Merging,
The sixth form, Light Fragrance and Judge Ink,
Stick to the rules and focus on turning. When surrounded, you can break through the siege.
The blood and ink surged, mainly stabbing. It seemed simple, but every move was fatal.
Ink Foothill Universe mainly focused on cutting and specialized in dealing with experts.
In the Black Sea Jianghu, Qi was the main thing, and it required extremely strong internal strength.
Two Mohics were linked together, and the main move was to hit the other party until the other party had no strength to fight back.
The first five moves were fused together to form the Myriad Swords Return to the Origin.
This body had only learned two moves of the Mozi Swordsmanship after more than ten years. However, these two moves were not as simple as two sword moves to Ye Chen. To Ye Chen, these were his hopes of survival.
Night had already crept in. Ye Chen stood upright in the courtyard with a long sword in his hand.
Ye Chen had asked Steward Wang to prepare the longsword. It was not that Ye Chen did not want to use the Cheng Ying Sword, but that Ye Chen could not use it, at least not now.
Ye Chen had wanted to summon the Cheng Ying sword from his mind many times and use it as his own sword. However, no matter how hard Ye Chen tried, Cheng Ying did not give him any face and lay there motionless. Ye Chen had no choice but to ask Steward Wang to find him a longsword to practice with.
The sword was light and agile. It moved with the waist and carried the momentum with the steps. The sword technique with both hands emphasized the strength of the waist, steps, and wrists in order to open and close, chop, prick, and stir. It moved like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, as quiet as a virgin waiting for her boudoir, as fast as a dragon and snake flying, as fast as a goshawk hunting a rabbit, as if it was fighting in all directions at night, and as if it was a line that shocked the sky.
Mozi's swordsmanship first sought the strength of the wrist, then the waist step, and then the sword technique. Then he used the sword to form a momentum. He used the waist step to carry the arm and wrist, twisting and undulating, looking around, left and right, jumping and advancing quickly. He wanted to split the mountain and break the stone with one strike, and attack the cave and the earth with one strike.
Ye Chen did not need to train his wrist strength and waist steps. It had to be said that this body's martial arts foundation was very solid. Now, Ye Chen only needed to practice his swordsmanship.
The moonlight was like water, and the sword aura was like a rainbow, like a swimming dragon. He pointed at the sword and rose. He took a step with his right foot and tapped the tip of his toes. The long sword in his hand immediately drew a sword flower, and his well-defined hand rotated the sword edge.
Every time the longsword danced, it brought with it a sword light. As the sword light swept past, it brought with it a sword shadow that emitted a cold aura.
In the attic next door.
A slender figure stood in front of the window, watching the flashing sword light in the small courtyard. The sword was like frost and snow, and its entire body was covered in silver radiance. Although his sword was like a ray of light and his aura was like a rainbow, it did not damage his gentle temperament at all. It was like the most tranquil lake. The moment the breeze brushed past, it only became more and more clear, and the wind and moon were quiet.
The sword aura seemed to have been given life, swimming freely around him. Her sleeves fluttered, instantly giving people an illusion: It was as if he wanted to ride the wind and return to his home. The feet are not stained with dust, as light as a cloud.
She looked from afar and felt that some clouds had accidentally drifted down to the mortal world. She muttered," Mo Zi's swordsmanship? Ye Chen?"
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