socalfunplaces Page 199
Page 199
The alluring woman leaned against the weapon rack, her gilded hairpin swaying gently. Suddenly, the peony petals entwined around her fingertips were shredded by sword energy.
Have you noticed, Xuanlang—don't these phantom sword moves resemble the set you practiced under the moonlight last night?
The vermilion birthmark at the corner of her eye flickered in the mist, and the love knot on her wrist suddenly emitted a faint light.
If they are like flowers in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water... then perhaps the mirror is within your own heart.
Mu Nanzhi's fingertips pressed against the copper clasp of the medicine box, gazing intently at the trajectory of the illusory sword strike.
The plain-colored skirt rippled with the sword energy: "Look at the starting stance of the third move, Thunder Strike!"—she suddenly raised her voice, startling Jingni so much that she almost dropped her whip.
As the phantom raised its wrist, the mist gathered into a vortex at its elbow. That brief, three-tenths-of-a-breath pause...
At this moment, Wei Changxuan suddenly remembered the Tai Chi diagram that Li Changsheng had drawn under the oil lamp last night.
The sound of the wooden sword being sheathed was as light as falling snow.
The moment his hands formed the hand seal, what surged from his dantian (Zhao Lihao's) was not the scorching thunder and fire of the past,
Instead, it is a refreshing and invigorating fragrance, like spring rain nourishing the earth, flowing through the eight extraordinary meridians and permeating the entire body.
Even the mist that condensed at the tips of her eyebrows turned into a jade-colored light.
The phantoms' sword strikes suddenly slowed down by half a beat.
When the seventh illusory figure pierced through, Wei Changxuan no longer swung his sword to meet it head-on.
Instead, they used the Chun Gong footwork to spin and shift their steps.
The blue light in my palm transformed into a gentle, willow-like strength, softly supporting the opponent's sword blade.
Chapter 358 Wei Changxuan's Sword Intent!
At this moment, the illusory figure instantly retreated three feet like a kite with a broken string.
The lightning on the sword flowed into his dantian along his meridians.
A yin-yang shaped halo condensed at the Qi Sea point.
The gasps of surprise from the surrounding crowd caught in their throats as Wei Changxuan lightly flicked the scabbard with his fingertips.
A sword aura, infused with both lightning and azure light, pierced through the air, but unlike its usual violent roar, it lacked the usual powerful explosion.
But like a spring breeze brushing against willows, it cut the entire fog in two, revealing the figure of Prince Liuyue standing behind the fog, clapping his hands and laughing.
"They've arrived!" Young Master Liu Yue lightly tapped his palm with his folding fan, the jade pendant tassel brushing against the wine gourd at his waist.
The excitement in his eyes was like a wildfire spreading.
The previously scattered and wandering phantoms suddenly transformed into a black torrent, the soft sound of their toes touching the ground merging into the hoofbeats of a thousand horses.
They pressed in simultaneously from all eight directions of the training ground.
Wei Changxuan's pupils reflected the approaching sword light, but in the instant his robes were lifted by the sword energy,
He suddenly smiled with relief—he finally understood why these phantoms always carried a familiar sword intent.
A blue light shone from his palm like spring water overflowing a riverbank; he opened his hand to meet the longsword aimed at his throat.
The moment his fingertips touched the sword, he felt a tremor that originated from the same source as his own Thunder Tribulation Sword.
"So that's how it is..." The whisper was torn to shreds by the sword energy, and cyan veins climbed up the illusory sword blade.
Like spring vines entwining withered branches.
The moment the five fingers closed, the phantom emitted a clear, shattering sound.
It transformed into countless starlight and surged into his dantian, each point of light reflecting his own image from practicing swordsmanship the previous night.
"Wonderful!" Li Changsheng's teacup paused in mid-air, the tea rippling with excitement.
"The skill of the pine tree is extremely gentle, capable of turning tempered steel into something as soft as silk."
"The most powerful can condense the energy of heaven and earth into a seed of immortality. This child actually used his heart as a mirror to see the true nature of the illusory image!"
He struck the bamboo cane heavily, startling three koi carp below the steps into leaping out of the water, their scales reflecting the starlight that flowed around Wei Changxuan.
The fog was pressed even lower, churning like ink being poured into clear water.
As the illusory figure wielding the long sword approached through the mist, the blue bricks on the ground were dented under the pressure of the sword intent.
The black blade energy condensed on the blade twisted and writhed like a living thing.
Each line is engraved with the "annihilation" sword intent that Wei Changxuan comprehended on the Thunder Tribulation Sword.
Young Master Liu Yue unfolded his folding fan with a "snap," and the gold-painted characters on the fan shattered into specks of light amidst the sword energy:
"This is the true reflection of the mind, a mirage, specifically designed to sever the delusions in a cultivator's heart—Junior Brother Wei, be careful!"
The wind pressure generated by the slashing longsword brushed past his temples, but just as the black light reached his body, Wei Changxuan...
Gently press the Thunder Tribulation Sword onto the dantian.
The azure aura and silver lightning collided violently within his body, condensing into a rotating yin-yang symbol at his dantian.
He stepped forward with the "Life-Giving Step" to meet the blade's aura, his left hand transforming into a palm that unleashed a soft yet powerful strike.
With his right hand, fingers joined like a sword, he pointed towards the illusory figure's brow—this move simultaneously combined the "severance" of the Thunder Tribulation Sword and the "continuation" of the Pine Tree Technique.
Like a thunderclap splitting the spring rain, or like new buds pushing through the frozen soil.
The moment the black blade energy touched the blue light, it burst forth with a dazzling purple light.
The phantom's face gradually overlapped with Wei Changxuan's.
When the last trace of sword energy was dissolved into starlight
The fog in the training ground suddenly receded, revealing a ground covered with undisturbed dewdrops.
Young Master Liu Yue smiled and tossed his folding fan, which landed steadily on Wei Changxuan's shoulder.
"To be able to maintain clarity under the shadow of one's true self... Uncle Li, your disciple..."
"But it's a piece of fine steel that can withstand a hundred refinements." Li Changsheng stroked his beard and smiled.
His gaze fell on the lingering blue light in Wei Changxuan's palm—there was a seed formed from the illusory sword intent, which was sprouting new buds at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Wei Changxuan lightly touched the cracks in the blue bricks with his toes, and as he leaped into the air, the hem of his robes rippled with a jade-green hue.
Like willow catkins glistening with morning dew in spring, their lightness conceals a hidden sharpness.
When the Thunder Tribulation Sword was drawn for the second time, the lightning on its spine and the azure light surrounding it finally achieved a delicate balance.
Like the eyes of a yin-yang fish spinning rapidly on a sword blade.
The moment it cleaved through the mist, a seven-colored rainbow condensed in mid-air, causing even the bronze bells on the eaves to vibrate and hum.
Chapter 359 Symbiosis of Sword Intent! Unexpected Information!
The moment the black blade energy collided with the mixed sword light, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the ground of the training ground.
What emerged from the cracks was not soil, but stardust shimmering with a spiritual light.
The resounding clang of metal made Jing Ni's ears ring. She instinctively covered her ears, only to see Wei Changxuan's hair turned golden-blue by the shockwave.
The bead of sweat on his brow shattered into seven streams of light within the sword energy. "Break!" his low shout mingled with the trembling of the Thunder Tribulation Sword.
The yin-yang symbol in the dantian suddenly burst forth with a sun-like radiance.
Lightning transformed into divine punishment from the heavens, while azure light condensed into the fertile earth—a symbol of compassion.
The two sword intents intertwined like warp and weft threads, enveloping the illusory figure along with its blade energy.
The sound of the longsword shattering was like a glacier collapsing, and the phantom image transformed into countless fireflies amidst the lightning.
Each firefly brushed past Wei Changxuan's eyelids before disappearing, reflecting the calmness in his pupils during the battle.
As the last fragment of illusory light merged into his Qi Sea, the mist in the training ground suddenly swept into Young Master Liu Yue's folding fan like a receding tide, revealing the eaves and brackets dyed honey by the morning light.
"What a powerful test of fire and lightning for refining true gold!" Young Master Liu Yue lightly tapped his palm with his folding fan.
His usually smiling eyes were now filled with a serious expression.
Having roamed the martial arts world for decades, I've encountered countless geniuses.
Yet no one has ever been able to achieve... sword intent symbiosis upon first encountering Chun Gong.
He raised his hand and tossed the wine gourd into the air. The amber-colored wine drew an arc in the air, landing back into the jade crown in Wei Changxuan's hair without spilling a single drop.
Li Changsheng struck the stone slab three times with a clear sound, and a rare look of admiration appeared in his eyes.
It was as if I were witnessing a spiritual root sprouting branches, a sight that only happens once in a century.
Do you know why that move just now was able to break through the Shadow of the Heart?
He touched Wei Changxuan's brow with his fingertip, and the moment the blue light surged in,
The new sprout in the young man's dantian suddenly grew a foot or so, because you did not slay the shadow with a sword, but rather connected heart to heart—
The bamboo cane pointed to the sky, just as a clap of spring thunder rolled across the clouds.
The Thunder Tribulation Sword slays external calamities, while the Chun Gong cultivates internal vitality.
If one can always maintain this balance between strength and gentleness...
The old man suddenly burst into laughter, startling a flock of white doves in the courtyard.
Why worry that you can't carve out your own path to immortality in this chaotic world of immortals and demons?
Wei Changxuan looked down at the Thunder Tribulation Sword; its blade was now covered in jade-colored patterns.
Like newly sprouted vines entwining ancient thunder.
The distant sounds of morning bells and evening drums echoed, and he suddenly recalled the moment before the illusory figure vanished.
What I saw in the other person's pupils was not fighting spirit.
Rather, it is a dewdrop about to fall—perhaps the most compassionate metaphor for the Mirror Flower Water Moon Technique:
Asking for flowers
A true strong person is not someone who shatters the illusions in the mirror, but someone who learns to see the clarity in their own heart amidst the illusion and reality.
Li Changsheng flicked his finger, and the jade-colored scroll unfurled as if it were alive.
It hovered in front of Wei Changxuan as a flowing pattern of light.
This is the Life-Generating Chapter of the Chun Gong General Principles, using the mind and spirit as the seed and qi and blood as the soil...