Chapter 30 Feng Qingyang
Some sword moves could not be connected to each other, so Jin Renfeng combined what he had learned and created some sword moves of his own to help the moves become connected. In this way, the originally unsmooth sword path became smooth.
At times like this, all the hard work of the past comes in handy.
With the accumulation of experience, a large number of inspirations and countless ideas emerged in Jin Renfeng's mind.
The sword moves that were originally trapped became natural, and with every move of the hand, all kinds of sword moves were used effortlessly.
"What a talented swordsman! I am so lucky."
Just as Jin Renfeng was wielding the sword, a strange voice suddenly sounded.
Jin Renfeng turned his head and saw an old man with white beard and green robe standing about ten feet away. He looked depressed and his face was as white as gold paper.
"Who is your Excellency?"
He held a long sword in his hand and shouted.
Today, Jin Renfeng's internal strength has reached the first-rate level, and he has sharp ears and eyes. He can easily get within ten feet of him without being discovered. Only a top master can do that.
On the Jade Maiden Peak, there is no one else who can do this except the legendary Uncle Grand Master Feng Qingyang.
However, although he vaguely guessed the old man's identity, Jin Renfeng still pretended to be ignorant.
The old man did not answer, he held the sword in his hand and shouted.
"Boy, stop talking nonsense and start a sword fight."
As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind came straight at him, and the long sword attacked Jin Renfeng's face.
Jin Renfeng had no time to think, and swung his sword instinctively.
However, the man did not take the challenge, but turned the long sword in his hand and dodged the long sword of Jin Renfeng. Then he used the "Phoenix Comes" move from the Huashan Sword Technique.
"Is this the arrival of a phoenix? Are you my senior from Huashan?" Jin Renfeng pretended to be surprised.
If he was still a little uncertain before, now he can basically confirm that the person in front of him is Feng Qingyang himself.
It’s just that Feng Qingyang is from the Sword Sect, while Jin Renfeng is from the Qi Sect.
The Qi Sect and the Sword Sect of Huashan Sect have been estranged from each other for a long time. The two sides are hostile to each other and regard each other as enemies. Back then, it even reached a life-and-death situation.
Therefore, when it came to the younger generations, for the sake of keeping secrets for his relatives, Yue Buqun also tried his best to downplay the dispute over sword energy back then and did not mention anything about the ancestors of the Sword Sect.
According to common sense, Jin Renfeng, as a junior disciple, should not know Feng Qingyang's name.
If Jin Renfeng directly revealed Feng Qingyang's name, the other party would think that he had bad intentions towards him and had planned it in advance.
So even if he knew, Jin Renfeng had to pretend not to know.
The old man snorted coldly without replying, but kept stabbing the vital points of Jin Renfeng with the sword in his hand.
Jin Renfeng put away his sword and responded by blocking the move.
The old man did not dwell on it, and did not wait until his moves became outdated before coming up with new moves, still using moves from the Huashan sword technique.
The previously performed moves, "The Phoenix Arrives", "Boundless Falling Leaves" and "Pines Welcoming Guests", were all independent sword moves, and not connected to each other. But in the hands of the old man, three consecutive moves were performed to perfection, without any traces of polish, as if they were created naturally.
Seeing this wonderful sword technique, Jin Renfeng immediately became interested. He didn't care about the identity of the old man in front of him and focused on exchanging sword moves with the old man.
Although the sword technique used by the old man was the Huashan sword technique, the approach he took was the same as that of Jin Renfeng, in that he made random moves and used them effortlessly.
Therefore, there is no fixed order in the sword path, and the sword moves are ever-changing.
When Jin Renfeng was responding, he also felt the mystery in it. He kept absorbing useful things from it and integrating them into his own swordsmanship.
He knew that the old man in front of him wanted to give him guidance, so he didn't care about winning or losing in each move, and just focused on learning how to integrate the various sword moves.
The old man in front of him was like a template, showing him the answers to various questions.
In just a dozen moves, Jin Renfeng's swordsmanship improved visibly.
The two men were on the cliff, fighting faster and faster, and the power in the old man's sword became stronger and stronger.
Until the end, Jin Renfeng suddenly realized that his internal strength, which was comparable to forty years of hard training, was actually not as good as the old man in front of him. "Those who say that the Sword Sect's internal strength is poor should really come and practice with Master Feng."
Jin Renfeng smiled bitterly in his heart.
"If this internal strength is considered poor, then there is probably no one in this world with strong internal strength."
Seeing that Jin Renfeng's internal strength had reached its peak, the old man stopped exerting more strength and instead made his swordsmanship faster and faster.
In an instant, dozens of sword techniques were performed in one go. These dozens of moves were like one move. The speed of the sword techniques was incredible.
Jin Renfeng tried his best to resist with his sword, but in the end, he completely forgot to think and relied entirely on instinct to deal with it.
Fortunately, he had a solid foundation and sufficient experience in swordsmanship, so he managed to cope with the last few dozen quick sword moves.
During these hundreds of fighting moves, Jin Renfeng's swordsmanship took shape.
Seeing that Jin Renfeng's swordsmanship was very successful, the old man stopped drawing his sword. Instead, he put away his sword and stood with an expression of admiration on his face.
"You are really good, kid. You have a quick mind and excellent swordsmanship. Yue Buqun has taken advantage of you."
Jin Renfeng was panting. The old man in front of him was truly the strongest person he had ever seen. Even his master was not as good as him.
"But is Grand Master Feng Qingyang here in person?" He saluted with a fist.
"Huh? You know me?" Feng Qingyang frowned and asked.
"I once saw the name of my Grand Master Uncle on the cliff of that cave. Later, I specifically asked about it and finally found out the name." Jin Renfeng said.
What you inquired about was false, but the name on the cliff was real.
Feng Qingyang nodded. This made sense.
"Then do you know about the Huashan Sect's sword energy dispute?"
"A battle of sword energy? Disciple doesn't know." Jin Renfeng pretended to be confused.
"I see, no wonder you dare to use such a sword technique." Feng Qingyang sighed. "If you knew about that big event, I'm afraid you wouldn't dare to use the sword in this way."
"Please help me, Uncle Master Feng." Jin Renfeng bowed generously.
"Let's not talk about the past for now, boy. I see that you have good swordsmanship, so I'd like to teach you a thing or two. Are you willing to learn?" Feng Qingyang turned around and asked.
As if he had some reservations, the old man changed the subject.
"Since it was taught by Uncle Master Feng, I am naturally willing to learn." Jin Renfeng responded.
"Although you are Yue Buqun's disciple, you haven't inherited his rigidity and inflexibility.
It's rare." Feng Qingyang stroked his beard and smiled slightly.
Immediately, he began to explain the mysteries of the sword technique.
"From the sword you used before, it seems that you have already understood the meaning of 'living'."
"Although it is still immature, this approach is correct."
"The artistic conception of life?"
"That's right. The art of swordsmanship requires one to be as smooth as flowing water and move freely wherever one wants."
"In this world, no matter how exquisite the moves are, if they are used separately, they will eventually be broken by others."
"Only if you learn and apply it flexibly can the opponent be unable to break it."
As he spoke, Feng Qingyang raised his sword and performed several Huashan sword techniques.
Every move was as unexpected as an antelope hanging on a horn.
It is very different from the usual Huashan sword skills.
(End of this chapter)
