Mount Hua was steep.
There are many cliffs and cliffs.
Behind the Taiqing Peak where the Huashan Hall was located, there was a steep and lonely peak.
It was like a knife or a sword, straight into the clouds.
The mountains were shrouded in clouds all year round, making it difficult for flying apes to cross, so there were few people.
The disciples of Mount Hua called it the back mountain.
At the top of the mountain was the peak of Mount Hua. It was thousands of feet high. The Sword Tournament on Mount Hua thirty years ago was held here.
Twenty years ago, the ten elders of the Sun Moon Sect had also fought against the experts of the Five Mountains here.
Apart from that, there was also a Reflection Cliff on the back mountain.
It was a place where the disciples of Mount Hua faced the wall and reflected on their mistakes.
Linghu Chong led Jiang Feng up the mountain.
The two of them circulated their true qi. Even though the mountain road was rugged and dangerous, they were still able to walk as if they were on flat ground.
In the beginning, Linghu Chong relied on his familiarity with the terrain and was always able to stay ahead of Jiang Feng.
However, as the mountain path became steeper.
The true qi in his body was starting to fall behind.
Ling Huchong was not good at internal energy, but was proficient in sword techniques. His internal energy cultivation should be considered relatively weak among Xiantian experts.
Thus, this kind of purely competing internal strength method was indeed not his strong suit.
On the other hand, Jiang Feng was still breathing.
After cultivating the Art of Longevity, his Genuine Qi had become purer.
This level of consumption did not have much of an impact at all.
However, he didn't leave Linghu Chong far behind. He was only one body ahead of him, and he walked forward at a leisurely pace.
"It's only been a day since we last met, but Senior Brother's cultivation has improved so much, directly breaking through to the middle stage of the Xiantian realm.”
They arrived at Reflection Cliff.
Ling Huchong stopped and smiled bitterly.
He had thought that even though there was a gap between him and Jiang Feng, he would be able to catch up to him sooner or later with his own talent.
Who would have thought?
However, after one night, the gap between the two of them seemed to have widened.
Jiang Feng's talent was probably more terrifying than he had imagined.
"Junior Brother Linghu, you flatter me."
Jiang Feng smiled and looked ahead.
There was a quiet valley behind the cracks of the stone wall, which seemed to be isolated from the world.
The flowers in the valley were fragrant and the birds were chirping. The mountain spring was flowing.
There is a thatched hut in the valley.
"Junior Brother said that someone wants to see me. Could it be in this valley?”
In fact, Jiang Feng had already guessed who the person who wanted to see him was.
However, he did not understand why the other party had asked Linghu Chong to invite him over.
"Senior Brother, please!"
Linghu rushed forward and led Jiang Feng into the valley.
As he walked, he said,"The person who lives here is my Huashan Sword Sect's grandmaster, Feng Qingyang." Senior disciple Jiang should have heard of the Sword Qi competition on Mount Hua. In the battle that year, the Qi Sect had won, and the experts of the Sword Sect had either died or left. The Grandmaster Feng Qingyang was disheartened, so he went into seclusion here and did not care about the affairs of the world. Ten years ago, on the Cliff of Reflection, I happened to meet the grandmaster and was taught the Nine Swords Beyond the Swords. That was how I was lucky enough to enter the Ranking List of Young Masters…"
"Feng Qingyang of the Sword Sect?"
Jiang Feng pretended to be surprised." Twenty years ago, Feng Qingyang entered the martial world with a single sword. He was very famous. After the battle of sword qi, everyone thought that he had passed away. They didn't expect that he was actually locked up in this place.”
"Actually, this isn't a secret. After I entered the Ranking List of Young Masters, everyone in the martial world guessed that Grandmaster was still alive. It was just that no one had seen him.”
Linghu Chong smiled.
He brought Jiang Feng across the bamboo bridge, through the small path, and arrived in front of the thatched cottage.
"The Nine Swords Beyond the Swords can break all visible sword techniques in the world, but I was broken by you with one sword. Even now, I still don't understand what your sword technique is, so I came to ask for your guidance last night. When grandmaster found out, he was very surprised and asked me to invite senior brother to come and talk no matter what.”
Linghu Chong explained his intentions and pushed open the wooden door.
Jiang Feng nodded and followed.
Feng Qingyang was a sword master of the current era and his attainments in the Lone Nine Swords were rather high.
Sparring with him was also a form of inspiration for him.
This trip should be fruitful.
After entering the thatched cottage, Jiang Feng saw an old man with white hair.
He was dressed in linen clothes and his hair was loose. He sat on a chair by the window without any embellishments or decorations.
He looked like an ordinary old man.
He wasn't a legendary swordmaster.
Jiang Feng looked at the thatched cottage and felt even more puzzled because he did not see Feng Qingyang's sword.
A swordsman's sword was a part of his life.
Day and night, never leaving.
Could it be that Feng Qingyang had already cultivated to the supreme realm of winning without a sword?
It was impossible.
A powerhouse of this realm was at least a true grandmaster of a generation.
At the very least, he had to reach Dugu Qiubai's level where everything could be used as a sword.
Although Feng Qingyang was peerless and his swordsmanship was extraordinary, he was still far from reaching this level.
He probably just wanted to try to comprehend this realm.
"This old man has been in seclusion for many years and it is inconvenient for me to go out. I can only ask young friend to move here. My humble residence is simple and crude.”
Feng Qingyang turned around and smiled kindly.
He seemed very approachable.
He did not have the strange temper of a hermit expert.
Jiang Feng naturally bowed in return." Senior, you are a great swordsman. As a junior, it is only right for me to pay you a visit."”
"Recently, your name has shaken the world. You have suddenly risen to a high position, but you are still not arrogant or impatient.”
Feng Qingyang nodded, not hiding the praise in his eyes at all.
He raised his hand and gestured for Jiang Feng to sit down, while Linghu Chong respectfully stood to the side.
Feng Qingyang reached out and picked up the teapot on the table.
His hand was very old, like a withered branch.
The steaming hot tea poured into the teacup and Feng Qingyang's voice was heard,""I heard from Chong-er that your sword art is as fast as lightning and as fierce as thunder. It is no longer something that can be found in the mortal world. It has the might of heaven and earth, and even the Nine Swords Beyond the Swords, which can break through all sword techniques in the world, cannot break through it. I wonder what sword technique you are practicing?”
When Jiang Feng heard this, his expression changed.
He did not answer directly.
Instead, he said," Senior's Nine Swords Beyond the Swords is indeed exquisite. The total sword form has 360 variations and is endless. There are also nine unique skills such as Broken Sword, Broken Palm, and Broken Saber. It can indeed break most of the moves in the world. However, there were tens of thousands of martial arts in the world, and experts were as numerous as clouds. How could he break all of them with just one sword?”
"The sword can't be broken, so how?"
"Breaking the move is the lowest, breaking the intent is the highest!"
Jiang Feng looked at the tea leaves floating in the teacup opposite him and said slowly," It's the same as killing someone with the heart.”
Their words were extremely mysterious.
Hearing this, Linghu Chong was stunned. He seemed to have understood something, but he couldn't grasp the key.
Just as she was thinking hard, she saw Feng Qingyang suddenly laugh.
"Little friend, your words are like swords, and every word is straight to the heart. This cup of tea is a toast to you!"
As he spoke, he picked up the teacup and handed it over.
The fourth chapter!
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