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Part Two: Yitian Chapter 307: Becoming Famous

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    Chapter 307: Become Famous

    Everyone concentrated their attention, trying to see clearly Xiao Yuesheng's footwork. Such mysterious footwork, carefully observing it, would be of great benefit to improving one's own martial arts.

    It's just that Xiao Yuesheng's footwork seems to be ordinary. It's nothing more than forwards and backwards, moving left and right. He only takes one step, tossing and turning in the square inches, dodging in the slightest, with no danger.

    ¡°Chi¡ª¡± Cheng Yuanzhen stabbed straight with his long sword. The sword trembled slightly and turned into three silver flowers, covering the three major acupoints of Xiao Yuesheng¡¯s shoulder.

    His body movements are clean and neat, his sword is like lightning, and people follow the sword. In one stroke of his sword, he is full of energy, and his profound foundation in swordsmanship can already be seen.

    Xiao Yuesheng's expression remained unchanged, he took half a step to the left, then took a big step forward to the right, his body swept away, like a gust of breeze, flowing between the three sword flowers.

    Cheng Yuanzhen's handsome face was tense. His sword failed, and with a flick of his wrist, he "locked the Yangtze River across the Yangtze River", cutting across the waist in a subtle arc, extremely fast and unparalleled.

    The three-ring step under his feet is extremely mysterious. It seems to be moving forward in a straight line, but it actually moves in a tiny arc. It can easily deceive people's eyes, cause illusions, and create a sense of uncertainty.

    This arc-shaped cut formed a half circle, filling the circle drawn by Xiao Yuesheng, and he could only duck to avoid it.

    "Xiao Yuesheng was not as expected. Instead, he stepped lightly with his feet half a foot off the ground. His legs twirled in the air. His figure suddenly appeared and disappeared, and the long sword slashed past him. There was an exclamation in the hall, which was immediately suppressed.

    The long sword was slashed at Xiao Yuesheng, but when he saw that he did not dodge, he was directly slashed and broken at the waist. It was shocking. However, Cheng Yuanzhen's heart sank. She felt that the sword was unobstructed, just like air, and she knew what was happening in front of her.  See, it¡¯s just an afterimage.

    " Xiao Yuesheng's figure dimmed and brightened, and he let the sword pass through the figure without any harm. People finally couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.

    This kind of body technique is really unbelievable in the eyes of everyone. It goes far beyond the scope of footwork and body technique. It is magical.

    The two swords failed, Cheng Yuanzhen's expression remained unchanged, his figure was as straight as a spear, his handsome face was solemn, his eyes were cold, and his light shone, which was quite intimidating.

    His feet slanted forward to the left, walking along an arc. His body had no idea when to turn around. Facing Xiao Yuesheng, he pressed his wrist and raised the long sword. The tip of the sword drew an arc, sealing several acupoints on his upper body.

    This sword once again blocked all his dodge directions. It was airtight and mysterious. Everyone watching the battle was surprised. They didn't expect that Cheng Yuanzhen was so young, but his sword skills were so exquisite.  , there is no other way.

    "Good swordsmanship!" Xiao Yueshang laughed, and his feet changed again, stepping on the left, stepping on the right, and then spun, his body shape was like a dance, free and easy, pleasing to the eye.

    The arc drawn by the tip of the sword hit the afterimage again. Cheng Yuanzhen's expression remained unchanged. She stepped back, sheathed her sword and stood still, like a jade tree standing in the wind.

    He held the long sword across his chest, his eyes bright and scorching, staring closely at Xiao Yuesheng: "Mr. Xiao, the three-ring sword is still lightly heated, so it is easy to let go but difficult to hold back. I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it back."

    "Three-ring sword?" Xiao Yuesheng raised his eyebrows, said with a smile, "That's what I need to learn from you, Cheng Shaoxia might as well do your best, please be curious!"

    "Respect is worse than obeying orders!" Cheng Yuanzhen shook his sword lightly, and there was a "buzz" sound, which made everyone's eardrums hurt. Just this one action clearly showed the depth of his skills.

    Xiao Yuesheng raised his brows again and smiled slightly. This Cheng Yuanzhen's skills were very good, far superior to those of his peers. He must have had some adventure.

    ¡°Tsk¡ª¡ª!¡± Like cloth being torn, lightning flashed, and the long sword reached Xiao Yuesheng¡¯s chest and passed through it.

    Everyone took a breath of air, the sword was so fast!

    I thought to myself that if it were me, I would never be able to survive. The sword came out so fast that I could hardly react.

    " Xiao Yuesheng's figure dimmed, then lit up again, appearing on the same spot, still safe and sound, with a slightly surprised expression. He turned around and looked at Cheng Yuanzhen, who had stabilized his figure and turned his back to him.

    Cheng Yuanzhen slowly sheathed her sword and turned around. Her handsome face was slightly pale, but her eyes were as bright as morning stars, capturing the heart.

    He looked at Xiao Yuesheng intently, slowly put the long sword back into the sheath, took a deep breath, his face turned rosy, and he cupped his fists and handed over his hands: "Mr. Xiao's footwork is mysterious, I admire you! This sword is the most powerful one.  A powerful move,I am willing to be defeated!"

    After saying that, he raised his hand again, and under the complicated eyes of everyone, he slowly returned to Zhong Ruoweng's side. His handsome face had a calm expression and a proud aura.

    Everyone watched him return to his seat, all silent and thoughtful. The hall was quiet, no one spoke.

    The sword that had healed just now was still flashing in front of their eyes. They were all masters.He has gone through wind and rain, fighting in the rain of swords, guns and arrows. Every time he sees others performing martial arts, he will unconsciously regard them as imaginary enemies.

    If it were him, would he be fine facing this sword?  Facing the enemy head-on, there are already five to five. If Cheng Yuanzhen makes a sneak attack, will he be spared?

    "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and there are talents in every generation Cheng Shaoxia's swordsmanship is an eye-opener for me!" Xiao Yuesheng laughed, stroking his black mustache, looking at Cheng Yuanzhen with a smile, his eyes showing appreciation.  color.

    Cheng Yuanzhen nodded lightly, quite proudly. He was young, not sophisticated enough, and was hostile to Xiao Yuesheng, so it was difficult for him to show kindness.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled gently, not caring about his indifference, and glanced at everyone in the hall with a gentle gaze, and said with a smile: "Who else is going to end up? Come down happilymy feet are numb from standing down!"  "

    Everyone couldn't help but grin. They wanted to laugh but couldn't, but there was no end in sight. After seeing Cheng Yuanzhen's sword skills, everyone who wanted to try it all had the idea of ??hiding their clumsiness.

    "Master Song, why don't you come up and give it a try!" Suddenly a long shout came from the crowd, but it was a short, fat old man with white beard and red face. He was stroking his snow-white beard and facing everyone's gaze with a smile.  .

    Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but be startled. The hand stroking his beard paused. Seeing everyone's eyes looking over, he waved his hands and said with a wry smile: "Song is just watching, but don't drag me in!"

    "Master Song, we are all no match for you. We have heard for a long time that the Wudang Sect has excellent swordsmanship. If you have this opportunity, let us see it!" The old man said, stroking his snow-white beard.

    "Song asked himself, I have never offended Hero Hu, why should I suffer this?!" Song Yuanqiao smiled bitterly at the old man.

    Master Kongwen and others at the same table all smiled, feeling quite amused, but they recognized this old man.

    Hu Meoweng, known as the Young Man of the East China Sea, is quite old, skilled in martial arts, impatient for justice, but has a humorous and interesting temperament, and is very popular.

    "That's right, Hero Song, I've heard about the famous Wudang swordsmanship for a long time. Today is a rare opportunity, why don't we all open our eyes!" Another person followed, his voice was loud and full of generosity and heroism.

    But he was sitting on the east side of the hall. He was strong and tall, with a full beard. He was smiling when he spoke, with white teeth and a unique charm.

    "Alas Song's swordsmanship is very poor and insignificant. It's hard for me to show off in front of others!" Song Yuanqiao smiled bitterly, looked at Xiao Yuesheng, and shook his head.

    He knew that his martial arts skills were far inferior to Xiao Yuesheng's, and it was better to hide his humility than to show off his ugliness. He didn't mind, but he couldn't do it without losing the prestige of the Wudang Sect.

    "Master Song is so humble!"

    "That's right! There's no need to be too modest, Master Song. You'll know what it's like at a glance!"

    "The Wudang swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world. If I can't see it with my own eyes, it will be a great regret in my life!"

    Everyone had a mouthful of mouths, and they all persuaded Song Yuanqiao to pull swords. Yin Liting looked at it, and could only be anxious. Although he was simple, he also knew that he was vivid with Xiao Yue.

    "Cough! Cough!" A cough suddenly sounded in the hall, passing through the noise of the crowd and reaching the bottom of their hearts. They couldn't help but feel clear in their minds, as if a basin of water was poured down on their heads.

    Xiao Yuesheng coughed twice and said slowly: "Everyone, there is no need to say more. There is no need for Hero Song to end. I am willing to accept the defeat."

    With a "buzz" sound, everyone exploded and started talking. Xiao Yuesheng's move was really unpopular and attracted countless stares.

    He didn't care. Xiao Yuesheng respected Song Yuanqiao. Although he didn't know how to teach his son, he was a rare good person.

    "Mr. Xiao, isn't this good?" Hu Meweng grabbed his beard and said with a smile.

    Xiao Yuesheng chuckled: "What do you think Mr. Hu has to say?"

    "The martial arts of Da Xia Song are indeed outstanding, but your martial arts, Mr. Xiao, are not bad either. To distinguish between superior and inferior, you have to compare them." Hu Meowen wrapped his fingers around his snow-white beard, twirled it around, and said with a smile.

    "Yes, yes, let's compare it first." Everyone agreed, how could such a good show be canceled casually?  !

    Song Yuanqiao shook his head and smiled bitterly, feeling helpless.

    Xiao Yuesheng ignored everyone's objections. Amidst the opposition, Shi Shiran returned to the table and sat down.

    Xiao Yuesheng picked up the silver cup, took a sip, breathed a sigh of relief, then put down the silver cup and said to Song Yuanqiao: "Master Song, after the banquet is over, I will bring you "Shui Yun Zhen Jie".

    "Since it is a secret book of the noble sect, and it is only suitable for women, there is no need for Song to read it." Song Yuanqiao shook his head and smiled, he was very impressed with Xiao Yuesheng.?Grateful.

    "Unfair! So unfair!" the crowd shouted.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: A burly and tall man with eyes like copper bells and a beard like steel needles, standing up straight, which is quite scary.

    His complexion is dark, but people can still tell that he has drunk a lot of wine, his rough face is dark purple, his eyes are wandering and hazy, and he is already a drunk.

    "Oh, what's unfair?" Xiao Yuesheng asked casually, holding a chopstick of vegetables, putting down the silver chopsticks.

    Everyone looked at the drunk man intently, wondering what he was talking about.

    "Hehe, hehe" The big man chuckled and struggled to stand up. Halfway through, he fell into the wicker chair again. He pressed his hands on the large sandalwood round table to support his upper body. He spoke incoherently and said intermittently: "Song Daxia  Song Daxia could watch "The True Solution to Shuiyun" without even doing anything, but we, you did this on purpose!"

    "Hey, the secret book is mine. Whoever you want to show it to, can't you still make the decision?!" Xiao Yuesheng squinted his eyes and smiled lightly.

    "It's not fair!Noit's not fair!" The big man kept muttering, and then with a bang, his head fell on the table and he smashed two plates of dishes.

    Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and laughed, his gentle eyes swept over everyone, and he said no more.

    Although everyone felt that what the big man said hit home, no one in the Wudang Sect dared to really offend them. If they continued to entangle, they would really be offended.

    After the banquet, Song Yuanqiao and other people from the six sects stayed, and the rest were invited down the mountain one after another. The Shuiyun sect had no place for them to stay.

    Cold Valley

    The lobby on the first floor of Hanyan Pavilion is quite quiet.

    Master Kongwen and the others were sitting on the couch, and Zhang Wuji and the others were also sitting beside the couch, all watching the chess game between Master Kongwen and Yang Xiao.

    ??Everyone glanced up from time to time, admiring the scenery of Hanhu Lake from the open windows, or looking down at the chess game, looking leisurely and contented.

    The fragrance in the hall is faint, but it comes from the small red clay stove on the low table. It is gurgling and white steam is evaporating, curling up and dissipating in the air. The fragrance of tea is tangy, but not rich, and it is refreshing.

    Song Yuanqiao was sitting in a wisteria chair under the window, looking at a book intently.

    He turned his back to the window, and the sun shone in from the outside, shining on his back, and his whole body was bathed in the bright sunshine.

    On the other side of the hall, near the east side, Master Miejie and the others were sitting together, whispering, as if they had endless things to say.

    The voices of everyone speaking were very low, which made the hall even more quiet

    Footsteps sounded, and two people walked down the stairs. Xiao Yuesheng was wearing a green shirt, walking calmly, and his demeanor was free and easy. Next to him, Wen Yubing was wearing a moon white Luo shirt, with a tall and graceful figure, and every step showed a compelling look.  The cool and elegant atmosphere.

    Seeing the two of them coming down side by side, Master Kongwen and the others glanced up, then lowered their heads and continued to play or watch chess, without any particular courtesy.

    After drinking several times, they became quite close to each other and felt that there was no need for these false politenesses.

    Wen Yubing nodded slightly, his clear eyes swept across everyone's faces, he said hello, and then walked directly to Master Miejie and the others.

    Xiao Yuesheng came to the window and stood in front of Song Yuanqiao. He took out a thick silk book from his arms and handed it over: "Master Song, come here, this is "The True Interpretation of Shuiyun". Please take a look at it, Master Song."  Just correct me."

    "What are you doing?!" Song Yuanqiao looked solemn, put down the book in his hand, looked solemn, and said slowly: "Mr. Xiao, isn't this trying to shame Song?!"

    "A gentleman's words are hard to follow. Now that I have said it, how can I not put it into practice?" Xiao Yuesheng put the thick silk book on the xuan case and said with a smile.

    "Just now, everyone was just making noise. If we really take action, Song will definitely be defeated. Please put away "Shuiyun Zhenjie"!" Song Yuanqiao shook his head and smiled bitterly. He reached out to pick up the silk book and pressed it into Xiao Yuesheng's arms.  .

    Song Qingshu followed Yin Liting, his ears pricked up, and he glanced this way. He was quite dissatisfied with his father's pedantry. "Shuiyun Zhenjie" is mysterious and unpredictable. If you have this opportunity, how can you miss it?  !

    "Haha, it's a rare opportunity. Master Song is not tempted at all?!" Xiao Yuesheng did not refuse, took the silk book and asked with a smile.

    "Song is ashamed. His qualifications are too poor. He only learned 30% to 40% of his mentor's martial arts. Instead of looking at other people's martial arts, it is better to concentrate on practicing his mentor's martial arts." Song Yuanqiao hugged his fists and laughed.

    "Song Daxia is indeed a man of great wisdom!" Xiao Yuesheng praised, put the silk album in his arms, nodded and said with a smile: "Zhang Zhenren's martial arts are incomparable to nature, and the martial arts he created are extremely mysterious, and I admire him very much!"

      In fact, even if Song Yuanqiao took over the silk album and looked through this so-called "Shuiyun Zhenjie", his gains would be limited.

    "Shuiyun True Explanation" was made a few days before Xiao Yue's death. It's not that it's nothing, but the Shuiyun Sect's previous martial arts, mixed with some mysterious songs, which is enough to dazzle people.

    But now, the martial arts practiced by Shuiyun Sect disciples have all been improved by him, and they are completely different from each other.

    At first glance, it still has a vague shadow of the original martial arts. After actually seeing "Shuiyun Zhenjie", it is difficult to detect whether it is true or false.

    At the foot of Zishan Mountain, the original lively scene has disappeared. The martial arts people gathered at the foot of the mountain have left, completely extinguishing their desire to compete for "Shuiyun True Solution". Xiao Yuesheng's martial arts has become widely known and famous all over the world through the spread of guests.

    At this time, there were two people standing on the edge of the thick fog, reluctant to leave, but they were Zhang Haotian and his sister Zhang Ziwei.

    "Brother, after a while, I will be able to go down the mountain and see you." Zhang Ziwei was wearing a moon-white Shuiyun Rouge, and her jade face looked even more flawless and charming.

    "Your Shuiyun Sect is so powerful, big brother is finally relieved!" Zhang Haotian stretched out his big hand, patted Zhang Ziwei's shoulder, and said with emotion.

    "Hehe, brother, you are no match for me now¡ª¡ª!" Zhang Ziwei smiled brightly, her delicate and petite facial features were extremely vivid, and she spoke softly.

    "Well, big brother can't compare to you." Zhang Haotian nodded with a doting look on his face.

    "When I come down from the mountain, I will definitely help my brother deal with your enemies!" Zhang Ziwei shook her little hand and made fists, pretending to be fierce.

    "Okay, I'll wait for you." Zhang Haotian laughed and said, not taking it seriously. Even if he was in trouble, he would not let his little sister get involved.

    "Oh, by the way, this Nine-Return Soul-Returning Pill was given to my eldest brother by my uncle." Zhang Ziwei suddenly patted her smooth forehead, took out a white jade bottle from her arms, and gave it to Zhang Haotian.

    "Nine-turn soul-returning pill?" Zhang Haotian took it.

    "But with one breath, no matter how serious the injury is, taking this elixir can save your life. It's so miraculous!Brother, you must carry it with you!" Zhang Ziwei first showed her face with pride, and then solemnly asked  .

    "Is it really so magical?" Zhang Haotian didn't believe it. He had never heard of such a pill, but it seemed like a powerful pill that was being boasted.

    "This was refined by the great uncle himself!" Zhang Ziwei's bright eyes widened in surprise, as if he shouldn't have the slightest doubt, and hummed: "We only have one each!"

    "Okay, brother, I believe it!" Zhang Haotian said hurriedly, fearing that she would fall out, so the two brothers said goodbye
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