Chapter 5: Thirteen Swords of Time
He stood up and waved the steel knife in his hand. A white light flashed before his eyes, and then three flashes of knife light appeared.

Wind and Frost Sword Skill: Minor
Progress: 93%
Next step: Great success

[Perseverance, wield the knife 5,000 times a day, persist for three months and you will succeed.]
The Fengshuang sword technique is about to break through, but it will still take three months.

Since ancient times, spiritual practice has been divided into fundamental techniques and techniques to protect the path.

The techniques of protecting the way include magic, spiritual, treasure, and Taoist techniques from the lowest to the highest levels.

The fundamental techniques include legal techniques, spiritual techniques, treasure techniques, and Taoist techniques.

Naturally, there are magical instruments, spiritual instruments, treasure instruments, and Taoist instruments.

Manggu Qi is the fundamental technique of cultivation and is closely related to the progress of cultivation, while Fengshuang Blade Technique is a spell to protect the way.

“If you can master the Wind and Frost Sword Technique, you can exchange it for the Withered and Flourishing Hand from the Sutra Library, and then you can prepare for the practice of the Thirteen Swords of Time.

As the saying goes, the moon is bright and the years are harsh.

Once the Fengshuang Sword Technique is practiced to perfection, it can be combined with the Withered and Flourishing Hand.

The two will merge into one, withering and flourishing, life and death, vicissitudes of life and decay. At that time, the power of the Fengshuang Sword Technique will greatly increase.

If he could find the general outline of Taoism in the future, he would be able to successfully learn the inherited spiritual art of Thirteen Swords of Time.

Time is cut thirteen times, each cut represents one’s youth, each cut makes a person grow old quickly, far beyond ordinary magic.

Ye Yang already had an idea of ​​the overall outline of the inheritance of the Thirteen Swords of Time.

At this moment, a man walked in slowly from outside, and Ye Yang put away his knife and stood up.

Seeing Wang Dong coming, Ye Yang was a little surprised and didn't know why he came.

"Junior Brother Wang, what can I ask you?"

"Brother Ye, I heard that you have great sword skills. I would like to learn a few moves from you."

"My sword never comes out of its sheath for no reason, let alone you and I are brothers, why should we fight and kill each other?"

"Brother, everyone says that you have been practicing swordplay for ten years without using a single move. It is against the will of heaven for a cultivator to practice. You can't just be a coward."

"I have been practicing swordplay for ten years, every day. It is long enough, but I don't know if this sword is still sharp."

Wang Dong didn't allow him to refuse and punched him.

The rain of fire in his hands was like violent vital energy, rushing towards him.

He wanted to test Ye Yang's strength.

The person in front of him only knows how to practice hard, and no one has ever seen him make a move.

Even when fellow disciples were sparring with each other or competing at the end of each year, the opponent would only try briefly and would never make a move rashly.

"In that case, I admit defeat in this contest. I admit that I am no match for you, Junior Brother."

Ye Yang took a step back and spoke.

"伱......"

Wang Dong felt like he had punched cotton, so soft that he almost vomited blood.

"Brother, please make your move. I won't give up unless you do it."

He attacked again.

Wang Dong is indeed very powerful.

The fire power of Tingyutian was extremely hot, and there were threads of fire and rain of fire everywhere, and most importantly, it was mixed with poisonous gas.

It makes people feel slightly dizzy.

"In that case, Junior Brother, take it!"

Seeing the other party coming to attack, there is no way to avoid it.

Ye Yang slashed with his sword, and heaven and earth were in chaos.

Wang Dong was agile and dodged to the side, avoiding the knife light.

"Not bad! Come again."

"Look at me listening to the Rain Vine Gourd Method."

After saying that, he untied the green and yellow gourd on his back, spun it around, and the gourd shot out countless rays of fire, all of which hit Ye Yang.

Ye Yang dodged slightly, swung the knife in a circle, and swung out the wheel. Crackling sounds were heard, and the rain of fire was completely blocked.

Ye Yang took a step and flew up into the distance, his hands like a silk-wrapped dragon.

He struck forward, turning the knife into a slap, hitting Wang Dong's abdomen heavily.

Wang Dong was hit by the back of the knife and groaned.

boom!
Wang Dong flew out directly.

"Is this the Fengshuang Sword Technique? It has a sense of vicissitudes and desolation. It is indeed hard to resist."

At the moment of the fight just now, he felt that time was changing all around him.

The feeling of life and death surged into my heart, and I felt so desolate and sad that I couldn't even resist it.

"Thank you, Junior Brother. Your Ting Yutian Fire Power is very strong. If we fight again, I may not be able to win."

Wang Dong's face turned dark. This was too fucking perfunctory.

He stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned and left.

Zhu Mange on the side happened to come looking for Ye Yang.

When I suddenly saw this scene, I was stunned!

"This knife is so fast!"

In a flash, Wang Dong flew backwards.

Didn’t you just say that they were evenly matched and on par with each other?
Where is the match?

After defeating Wang Dong, Ye Yang continued to practice swordplay as if nothing had happened.

He swung the sword down one by one.

Zhu Mange couldn't help but look sideways.

"You are indeed the most persistent one."

"This Senior Brother Ye is too aggressive."

I heard that although Senior Brother Ye’s talent is average, he has been practicing every day since he started practicing.

Ten years of continuous work, with amazing perseverance and persistence.

Being jokingly called the longest-lasting cub.

Now it seems that the reputation is well-deserved.

After swinging the Fengshuang sword technique for more than seven hundred times, Ye Yang finally saw Zhu Mange and Zhu Huting at the door.

Seeing this, he picked up the Wolong Jade Liquid that he had prepared long ago, changed his clothes, and walked out the door.

Several people walked into the reception hall.

Bai Zizhen and Zhu Yueren were arm in arm, chatting and laughing.

Bai Zizhen clapped his hands, and a team of slim maids had already arrived, bringing in plates of exquisite dishes.

After the five dishes were served, a whole fish was served, with the fish head facing Zhu Yue.

A pair of fish heads means wealth and prosperity, and a waving of the fish tail means blessings and longevity. There is a saying that the head is three, the tail is four, the back is five, and the belly is six.

Fish heads are usually given to people of the most noble status.

Zhu Yue cleared his throat and picked up the fattest piece for Bai Zizheng first.

Then it was Ye Yang's turn.

"I've heard that my dear nephew is sunny and cheerful, and diligent in his practice. You should learn more from Senior Brother Ye when you arrive at Feitian Gate."

Ye Yang quickly stood up and took it.

However, Zhu Yue did not mention a word about him and Zhu Mange.

Ye Yang naturally knew that he was probably not qualified enough to stand in front of the Zhu clan leader.

Although he didn't care much about these things, he still felt a little unhappy inside.

But his face remained calm.

Zhu Yue was slightly surprised to see that Ye Yang did not try to please him or tell him about his relationship with Zhu Mange.

He originally thought that this disciple would come to him to talk about this matter, hoping to get the Zhu family's assistance to help him practice.

He had already thought of an excuse to refuse, but he didn't expect that the other party behaved so well, neither humble nor arrogant, and did not say a word.

If he were young, he would never be able to be so calm.

On the other hand, I also feel a little regretful.

The banquet ended in the middle of the night.

Ye Yang walked back to his room, forced himself to concentrate, and slowly pulled out the steel knife.

Under the moonlight, the scimitar was like the moon, and the blade reflected the cold light. He raised his hand and swung the heavy scimitar lightly in his hand.

The cold light collapsed, and silver afterimages flowed in the night sky like silver water.

Work hard! Struggle! Persevere!
Ye Yang shouted, and the speed of the knife in his hand became faster and faster. Human relationships and worldly wisdom cannot be relied upon, they are just external appearances.

The one who can truly control your own destiny is always a powerful force, and you must never put the cart before the horse.

Being round on the outside and square on the inside is his way of dealing with the world.

After swinging the sword five thousand times, Ye Yang felt sweat pouring down his body. His thick cotton coat was soaked through his back. His hair was disheveled and drops of sweat dripped from his forehead.

Sweating profusely, as if he had just taken a shower, and feeling sore all over, Ye Yang crawled into bed tiredly. With the influence of alcohol, he soon fell into a deep sleep.

evening.

A tall figure stood in front of the window, holding an old brass pipe in his hand and taking a puff.

Then he exhaled a large puff of white smoke, and the smoke surrounded him, reflecting his flickering eyes.

It was Zhu Yue.

Sitting on the rattan chair behind Zhu Yue, Zhu Mange crossed her legs and sipped a cup of fragrant tea alone.

Looking at his daughter's innocent and romantic expression, Zhu Yue felt a warm feeling in his heart.

"Man Ge, what do you think of Ye Yang?"

When Zhu Mange heard Zhu Yue say this, he put down the mahogany teacup, glanced at him and said, "Not bad."

Zhu Yue’s thoughts went back to more than 20 years ago, when he was still in his prime and in good health.

He drank a lot and urinated three feet into the wind under the influence of alcohol.

Now, after drinking for a few nights, I have a splitting headache and can't help but sigh that I am really old.

When he was young, Feitian Sect was in the most critical time. The sect’s headquarters, Taohuawu, was forcibly occupied.

He fought side by side with Hall Master Ye, but the difference was that he hid in a corpse and escaped, while Hall Master Ye led the troops and fought to the death, and finally his head and body were separated.

"Brother Zhu, you hide, I hide, and everyone in the sect hides. If this continues, how can the sect prosper?"

"We monks go through wind and rain, so why should we fear death?"

So, Master Ye died, but he survived.

As long as you are alive, there are endless possibilities.

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(End of this chapter)