Chapter 50 Cultivation in the Valley

It was a long night, and everything seemed extraordinarily quiet. The two people inside the cave were sleeping lightly, the starlight outside the cave was mottled, the night insects were chirping, the three horses in the carriage stood quietly, and bursts of snoring could be heard from inside the carriage...

The next day, just after Mao hour, the sky was misty and the valley was filled with mist. The three horses in the carriage were already awake, chewing and eating the cut grass on the ground.

"Ahem~" Sun Xiangyi yawned lazily from inside the car. He reached out with his crutches and lifted a corner of the carriage curtain, looked out from the inside and murmured: "This brat can't get up yet. It seems he still needs some practice." yes."

As he muttered and stepped out of the carriage, two people walked out of the cave. They rubbed their eyes and stretched their waists. It was Mo Yu and his wife.

Mo Qi was the first to see Sun Xiangyi coming down from the carriage and ran over with a soft cry. Mo Yu shook his head helplessly and stretched his muscles before following.

"You good-for-nothing boy." He slapped his fingers on Mo Qi's forehead. Sun Xiangyi blew his beard and shouted with eyes wide open: "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Why don't you go and do some martial arts!"

Mo Qiqi rubbed his forehead in pain, not daring to say anything more, and smiled bitterly at Mo Yu, then walked to an open space in the valley, sunk his waist and eyes, raised his Qi Dantian, and activated his internal energy according to what he had learned before.

Although Sun Xiangyi was forcibly harsh on Mo Qi, he kept paying attention to the latter from the corner of his eye. Seeing that Mo Qi was orderly and had not forgotten what he had taught him, he couldn't help but tap his chin.

The arc of the movement was not large, but Mo Yu could see it clearly. He laughed inwardly, cried in his arms, and said softly: "How is Mr. Sun's recovery?"

Hearing Mo Yu's voice, Sun Xiangyi snorted. He leaned on crutches and cracked the bones of his left hand, and replied proudly: "I am a master of the Sixth Heaven, and also famous in the Demon Sect. A few minor injuries are nothing. Hanging teeth."

Small injury? Mo Yu felt contempt in his heart. Who was running to Magu alive or dead before, and who was dying and unable to move, with disheveled hair and blood stains...

This old devil is really a master who heals his scars and forgets the pain, and never suffers from his words!

Mo Yu didn't bother to answer, turned around and walked out of the valley, waving his hands casually and saying: "You can enjoy yourself first, kid, I'm going to practice my martial arts."

Being so perfunctory, Sun Xiangyi pointed at Mo Yu's back and yelled: "With your three-legged cat kung fu, no matter how much you practice, you can't get on the stage!"

He said to let him have his say, but Mo Yu responded with a symbolic shrug without stopping, and after a while, he disappeared into the valley.

When we left the valley, it was still dark, and the autumn nights began to lengthen. Apart from the mist, it was pitch black outside. Fortunately, with the waning moon hanging overhead, we could still see clearly some high places.

Mo Yu did not enter the woods, but looked for a high hill and flat ground nearby. He stood still with bated breath, and took out his hand with a weeping voice. Since the scabbard and the sword body were both black, it melted into the fog and became invisible after taking it out for a moment.

Mo Yu closed his eyes, put the scabbard on the side, raised his right hand horizontally and cried quietly, the sword fingers of his left hand brushed the sword body, breathing steadily, and recalled in his mind the teachings taught by his father back then.

The sword is the king among soldiers. It has two blades, which can be straight or curved. It contains the most rational principles. If it is used properly, it can hurt the enemy. If it is used improperly, it can hurt oneself.

According to my father's own summary, the way of swordsmanship is divided into six stages: avoiding oneself, hurting others, controlling the sword, controlling the sword, combining the sword, and transforming the sword!

Avoiding oneself is the foundation of swordsmanship. You must first know the sword and understand its advantages, and then be fearless of the sword's edge. You can perform moves and moves smoothly without accidentally injuring yourself. The most important thing is that no matter how the enemy attacks, he will not give way. You lost your bearings and hurt yourself by holding the sword unsteadily.

By avoiding oneself, you can hone your sword moves every day, and practice will make you perfect, and you can reach the realm of hurting others. Then, it is not like practicing the sword moves as hard as you do. You need to feel the sword in your hand carefully, understand its nature, and achieve some resonance, that is, To control the sword.

Step by step, the deeper the understanding, the stronger the resonance. From being controlled by the sword, finally turning into the master, controlling the sword in your hand at will, reaching the most exquisite and perfect every move, which is called sword control.

On top of that, the sword in the hand is the person, and the person is also the sword in the hand. The two souls are connected. If they are one body, they can be separated or combined, and the fighting power is doubled, which is the combined sword.

As for the final state of turning into a sword, people and swords and water are in perfect harmony, and the energy and spirit are no longer limited. Picking flowers and twisting leaves are all swords, thousands of swords return to the court, and the way of sword is transformed.

According to an uncle in the family, my father's swordsmanship had already reached its peak. He had attained the realm of perfection, possessed magical powers, and was indistinguishable from his beloved sword Lan Po. He could move his hands and feet with sword energy, and his energy dominated the world.

Now, looking at ourselves, the Escort Bureau and his team broke through the first realm of the second heaven some time ago, and can lead the way of swordsmanship into the realm of hurting people. There is a long way to go, and the higher realm seems particularly far away.

The foundation of martial arts and the extension of swordsmanship complement each other and are indispensable. Therefore, what we need to do at this time is to cultivate our internal strength and become familiar with sword styles, and strive to reach a higher level before the Demon Summit.

As his thoughts gathered together, the sky began to turn white, and the morning dew condensed on the edge of Youwei's blade. Mo Yu's eyes opened, and his right hand shook, causing the dew to fly out in all directions.

"Drink," he drank softly, stepped back and opened his posture, sweeping the black light, and the sword style taught by his father "Die Lang Jue" came to mind.

As the name suggests, the forty-eight sword moves are like waves, with the gentleness of constantly chasing the waves, but also the fierceness of the waves. The steps coincide with the Five Stars and Bagua, and the movements of the movements drive the wrists to turn, sweeping, splitting, swinging, teasing, and stabbing...

…and dance together.

For a moment, the sound of swords hummed softly here, blowing leaves and grass flying on the ground, and a black curtain of swords frightened away the early birds. During this period, Mo Yu's humming sounds could be heard from time to time.

Unknowingly, the early sun rises from the horizon, the fog gradually thins, the night fades, and the vitality fills the entire Juema Valley inside and outside, birds chirp, and animals wake up.

When the rising sun completely dispelled the fog and illuminated the sky, more than an hour had passed since Mao hour.

"Gulu~", a discordant voice sounded from his abdomen. Mo Yu's body stagnated, he stopped his sword, wiped the sweat from his forehead, covered his hands and looked at the sky and said in surprise: "Time has passed so quickly.

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Thinking of Beggar and Sun Xiangyi in his mind, and it was time for dinner, Mo Yu took the scabbard of his sword, put away his sobs, stepped on the ground and jumped towards the mouth of the valley.

Not long after, Mo Yu entered the valley, looked towards the center of the valley, and saw Mo Qi paralyzed on the ground. He tried hard to cross his knees and perform the posture of holding the Yuan Yun Gong, but he was exhausted and fell to the ground again and again, and most of his clothes were wet.

Sighing, Mo Yu looked away. He couldn't help with this. Since Mo Qi had taken this path, he had to bear it. If he didn't bear the pain, he would most likely be killed by others in the future.

Looking back towards the carriage, I found that Sun Xiangyi was not there. The three horses were thrown into the fodder, shaking their heads and tails.

Wondering where the old devil had gone, Mo Yu walked towards the cave. As soon as he reached the entrance of the cave, Sun Xiangyi's displeased groan came from inside.

It turns out to be inside the cave!

Mo Yu stepped into the cave and found Sun Xiangyi squatting in front of the fire, playing with a few pieces of barbecue in his hands, which looked like hares. There were some wild fruits on the stone table, and two bowls of steaming wild vegetables.

Soup.

Seeing Mo Yu come in, Sun Xiangyi just glanced at him and turned around, saying with resentment: "Both of these two brats have a wink. I'm tired of working on these crappy things."

After saying this, the rabbit meat was just about ready to be roasted. He blew a few puffs, stood up, put the rabbit meat on the stone table and sneered: "You two brats are blessed to have tasted my craftsmanship for eight generations."

Mo Yu did not dare to provoke at this moment, his internal organs were growling, and he leaned against the wall angrily, clasping his fists and saying: "Old Sun is busy, please sit down first, I will call Mo Qi to come in."

As Mo Yu said this, he wanted to turn around, but Sun Xiangyi grabbed him. He turned around in confusion and saw the latter saying with disdain: "Bring a jar of wine with me."

This tone is completely like sending a servant.

Mo Yu raised his eyebrows and subconsciously wanted to make a point, but after a second thought, he gave up and walked out with a sigh. When he walked to the entrance of the cave, he said in a buzzing voice: "Only those few jars of wine, you can drink it as you please. Drink it early."

It’s over.”

After saying that, he didn't look back and walked quickly towards Mo Qi, but from the cave behind him, Sun Xiangyi's furious words "bastard!"

When he brought Mo Qi back to the cave, Mo Qi was deeply suspicious that Sun Xiangyi was responsible for the breakfast on the table. He didn't believe it until he finally ate a few popcorn and had to accept this fact.

He must be used to being served by others and rarely does anything by himself. The wild vegetable soup seemed salty and the roast rabbit meat seemed bland, not to mention the battered vegetables and the burnt meat inside.

Mo Yu and the others felt uncomfortable eating and swallowing, but they did not dare to express any dissatisfaction. They forced themselves to eat and drink when they were hungry and had difficulty eating. Moreover, under the coercion of someone, they had to eat until they were exhausted.

As for Sun Xiangyi himself, after taking one or two mouthfuls, he coughed and picked up the wine jar to drink wine. He showed no intention of moving his chopsticks and just shook his head with his legs crossed.

Finally, it took more than twice as long as usual to finish eating. When Mo Yu and the two wanted to escape, Sun Xiangyi said quietly: "I have prepared the medicine for you two. Go and drink it yourself."

As soon as they listened to the medicinal solution, their minds naturally thought of its heaven-defying effects. The previous unhappiness was instantly forgotten. Mo Yu and the others looked at the stone platform and found two celadon bowls with lids on them.

When I opened the lid, I found two bowls of green liquid, one dark and one light. No need to ask, the dark bowl was for Mo Yu, and the light bowl was diluted for Mo Qi.

Each of them carefully took the medicine bowl, looked at each other knowingly, then poured it in and drank.

There is hot steam on the surface of the medicinal liquid, but when it enters the throat, it is very cool and sweet, like the fragrance of flowers and honey. When it enters the stomach smoothly, my mind is shocked and I feel excited. The meridians throughout the body tremble, and the internal energy begins to operate at an accelerated speed.

"Hurry up and do your kung fu!" Sun Xiangyi's voice suddenly exploded.

The two of them did not dare to neglect. They put down their bowls and sat directly on the ground. They closed their hands in their Dantian and raised their postures, performing the exercises according to the size and size of the circle.

At the stone table, Sun Xiangyi watched the two people's faces turn red. He nodded first, then shook his head, shook the wine jar, did not continue drinking, sealed the wine jar again, placed the treasure in the corner, and stood up on crutches.

He said to himself: "I should get ready."

The figure left the cave as he spoke.

In the cave, the two people had the same vision, but their expressions were different. Mo Qi's face was full of pain, his forehead was sweating like rain, and his body was shaking like chaff, while Mo Yu only had a frown on his face.

It is not difficult to understand that Mo Qi has just entered the martial arts threshold, his meridians have expanded, and his internal strength is not as deep as Mo Yu who is already in the second level. It is already difficult to absorb spiritual prescriptions such as Qi Chunyang, so it is normal for the two of them to have different reactions.

Time passes, and another hour passes like this.

Finally, Mo Yu in the cave reacted. His body trembled, his eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes were filled with light. In disbelief, he opened his mouth and held his right hand and sighed: "Nine points of realm. If every small realm also has nine points,

Fang scored three points this time."
Chapter completed!