Chapter 393 Observing the Cliff on the High Platform and Comprehending the Sword Technique
A light blue air curtain hangs from the metal ceiling, covering the entire cliff.
The mountain wind blew past, and the airflow curtain shook slightly, as if it would be blown away at any moment.
But this light blue curtain is very resilient, no matter how the mountain wind blows, it will stick to the cliff and never leave.
As the disciple of Qianyun Sect Master Mingkong Aoqing and the senior brother of Mingkong Zilin, Li Mojian has a wide range of knowledge.
He walked to the front of the team, pointed to the light blue airflow curtain and said: "These metal ceilings should be engraved with formations that utilize the power of heaven and earth.
Let the power of flowing water turn into a curtain, covering the cliff and protecting the rocks on the cliff from the erosion of wind and sun.
No wonder the handwriting on the cliff is still so clear after thousands of years, and every pen is as if it was newly engraved. "
Shao Wei looked around and found a high platform opposite the cliff.
Thousands of practitioners sat sparsely on the high platform. Most of these people looked up at the cliff with their heads up, and a few of them were closing their eyes to comprehend.
"Wen Jianzong is quite thoughtful, not only using arrays to protect the cliff, but also has a platform for viewing and comprehending.
Everyone, don't stand still, quickly find a good position, and take a closer look at this Transformation Sword Technique. "
A group of people boarded the stage, each chose a seat to sit down, and looked up at the steep cliff.
There are not many words on the cliff, there are only four sentences in total, and it is said that they correspond to the four moves of swordsmanship.
However, each character is very huge, with a length and width of nearly four feet, which is almost the same as the main entrance of Wenjianzong's main hall.
The handwriting is not good-looking, and at a cursory glance, many places are crooked.
It's like when you encounter a hard part of the rock when you are engraving, so it is intermittent and cannot be engraved in one stroke.
But the cultivators who come here to visit are not fools, and naturally know that there are mysteries in the handwriting.
After careful observation, everyone could recognize that these writings were not chiseled out with an iron pick.
Rather, it is densely assembled from the sword marks slashed by fierce swordsmanship.
Although after thousands of years, there is no power left on the sword marks, but each sword mark still reveals a sharp taste, as if you can hear the sound of the sword slashing against the rock with your own ears.
Looking up, you can see the first column of big characters "The wind destroys the volume, the soil lifts the forest."
This is the simplest move of the Huaxiang swordsmanship. It is named after the inscription on the cliff, and it is called the Galewind Huaxiang sword.
If one wants to practice Huaxiang swordsmanship, one must first realize the meaning of the sword moves in these eight characters. The dense sword marks on the handwriting are the reminders left by the senior masters.
Among the more than 30 people in the Qianyun Sect, only five disciples have learned swordsmanship, and eight disciples have been exposed to skills that use swords as weapons.
So everyone imitated them, raising their fingers to draw sword marks one after another, imitating the movement of an expert chopping rocks.
Yunyou gestured a few times with her fingers, and soon stopped. She also learned swordsmanship when she was in Wuzong, so she has some foundation.
She instinctively felt that by imitating the sword marks on the cliff, she couldn't cultivate the Sword of Transformation.
According to the deeds that have been handed down, the senior who carved the characters did not practice the sword of transforming elephants, he just provided a way of thinking for future generations to create.
Yunyou quietly retreated to the back of the table, and began to circulate the power of heaven and earth in her body to enhance her perception.
As the spirit and the power of heaven and earth gradually merge,
The expression on her face gradually disappeared, becoming as cold and rigid as a puppet.
At the same time, the black and white colors in the eye sockets gradually faded, showing a jade-like texture.
But she tried her best to control the degree of fusion between her spirit and the power of heaven and earth, so the jade-like eyeballs did not release light.
Glancing at the other people on the stage, everyone was concentrating on comprehending the handwriting, and no one noticed their abnormality.
Yunyou relieved herself, raised her head and looked up at Huajian Cliff.
In Wen Jianzong's simple tile-roofed house, the wooden doors and windows were tightly closed to prevent a ray of sunlight from shining into it.
The room was filled with smoke, and the incense of tranquility was burning.
There was a lampstand on the desk, and the yellowed lamp stone was emitting dim light. A young disciple was flipping through a book on swordsmanship, an extremely old book on swordsmanship.
Duk duk, duk duk, the wooden door was knocked suddenly, and a young girl's voice came from outside the house.
"Senior Brother Mo, are you in the house? Senior Brother Mo?"
It turned out that the young cultivator in the room was none other than Mo Junrong, the traitor of the Wu-seeking Sect who was framed and smeared by Yunyou on Qianyun's book.
However, in Wenjianzong, he is one of the eldest disciples of Elder Ren Zhanfeng, known for his righteousness and outstanding talent.
The girl outside the house happened to also be surnamed Mo, called Mo Feng'er, who went up the mountain to enter Wenjianzong seven years ago, and became the disciple of Elder Ren Zhanfeng the year before last.
After hearing about Mo Junrong's deeds from the elders, Mo Feng'er admired him very much, and felt that a cultivator should have such an attitude of envy and hatred.
Therefore, she declared that she would worship Mo Junrong as her brother, and often ran here, looking for Mo Junrong whenever she had something to do.
Hearing the shout, Mo Junrong suddenly twitched, as if startled by the sound.
The person who heard clearly was Mo Feng'er, he frowned and his face became ugly.
He muttered in his heart: "It's that stinky girl again, she's just like a bedbug, you can't get rid of it even if you shake it."
Putting away the old swordsmanship books and quickly hiding them in the secret compartment under the bed, Mo Junrong rubbed his cheeks to relax his muscles, and then put on a bright smile.
"So it's Junior Sister Mo! Why are you here? Is the master looking for me for something?"
Mo Feng'er was wearing Wen Jianzong's uniform, which was a long robe with narrow sleeves, and the hem was slit very high, reaching to the waist.
There are thin steel chains on the upper arms, waist, and back of the clothes, which are used to fix weapons of various sizes.
This style of robe is convenient for moving and dancing swords, and it is also convenient for carrying daggers, one-handed swords, and long swords at the same time. It can be regarded as the standard equipment for Wenjianzong disciples.
However, Wen Jianzong has no requirements on the color of the clothes. Disciples can choose the color type they like, and only need to embroider the master's name on the collar.
Mo Fenger's ancestral uniform is dark blue, with the word Zhanfeng embroidered on the collar, which proves that he is the disciple of Elder Ren Zhanfeng.
She put her hair up with a silver crown, and left a braid behind her head. There was still a childlike look on her beautiful face, that was because she was only fourteen years old.
Hearing Senior Brother Mo Junrong's question, Mo Feng'er pouted and complained dissatisfiedly: "Senior Brother Mo, why are you doing this again? Can I come and find you myself?"
Mo Junrong raised his finger and scratched Mo Fenger's little Qiong's nose.
He smiled and said: "Of course, you are my junior sister, you can come to me anytime.
But the solemn color of the imperial uniform you are wearing today must have just come back from your master. "
Hearing this, Mo Fenger immediately smiled, and deliberately bowed to Mo Junrong with clasped fists: "Senior brother is really wise, you have guessed all of this, Mo Fenger admires it!"
Seeing the actions of his junior sister, Mo Junrong deliberately laughed, and then asked.
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