When it comes to practicing martial arts, especially learning swordsmanship, Jiang Mubai is sure that everyone here is inferior to him, because he is open.

He had a strong premonition that this was an opportunity not to be missed, so he focused on every movement of Shangquan Yanmu.

On the sword test platform, the melancholy looking guest of the Wang family politely and politely invited Liu Shengyuan and Shangquan Keita to return to the audience.

Liu Shengyuan won more than a dozen games in a row, and easily defeated the Sword Saint Sun, he had already established a reputation, and he didn't have to work hard, so he simply stepped down to rest.

Keita Kamizumi was unwilling, but he didn't want to disobey his brother, so he stepped down without saying a word.

Shangquan Yanmu nodded to the royal family in thanks, and then the middle finger of the index finger of his right hand merged into a sword finger, and swept the sword head at his waist lightly and quickly.

Butlerium

The three-foot-long sword came out of its sheath, spun deftly in mid-air like a spring swallow, and then slowly fell back into its master's hand like a kite with a string.

"This set of swordsmanship is called Nangui Yan, with a total of seven seven and forty-nine swords, please see"

As soon as the word "look" came out of his lips, a sword light and afterimage appeared in front of Shangquan Yanmu.

The sound waves propagating at a speed of about three hundred and forty meters per second had just arrived in the audience, and he had already demonstrated the entire set of swordsmanship.

In the wave of exclamations, Jiang Mubai blinked, and the afterimage that stayed in his sight due to the afterglow effect made him frightened.

Seventy-seven forty-nine swords were swung in 0.5 seconds

The Third Realm Monk is such a monster.

Legend has it that the famous swordsman of the Edo period, Kojiro Sasaki, had a triumphant trick called "Tsubami Return", which could cut down swallows flying in the air.

It's hard to say whether this legend is true or not, but it is certain that for Shangquan Yanmu, it is as easy as finding a bag to get something from a bag.

In addition to being fast, Jiang Mubai also saw something else.

In the afterimage of the sword light, there seemed to be a wild goose flying by.

"Sword Intent" He silently asked himself in his heart, and a wave turned in his mind, shooting a memory that did not belong to him.

In the secluded deep alley full of corpses, the young man with heavy pupils held a sword in his right hand and a pot in his left hand, took a step, took a sip, he walked slowly past the bloodstained green bricks, and his body was spotless, so that when he walked out of the long alley, he didn't look like a murderous god, but like a green lotus that was not stained by mud.

Facing the bright sunshine that broke through the clouds, the boy threw out the flask and sang loudly.

"Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming."

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a meteor."

"Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles."

"Brush off your clothes and go away, and hide your body and name deeply."

At the end of the song, two green qi emerged from the long sword, turning into two petals of green lotus, which bloomed under the young man's feet.

After the rain shelter fought against the Blood Sword Gang and the two martial arts cultivators, Jiang Mubai awakened this memory sealed in the fragments of Yingyuan's divine consciousness, at that time he did not know enough about martial arts and swordsmanship, and at this moment, after recalling it, he knew that those two green lotuses were rare sword intent in the world.

There are thousands of swordsmen, but the sword intent is rare, like the morning star.

The flash of the wild goose in the sword light is enough to prove that Kamizumi Yanmu's kendo talent is extraordinary, even if Kamiizumi Nobutsuna, who founded the new Yin Stream more than five hundred years ago, is reborn in the world, he may not be able to realize the sword intent at his age.

"Not bad." Wang Qinheng, who had his eyes closed, nodded vigorously, making people worry that his head would roll off his neck, "Mr. Hidden Sword's beloved disciple is really extraordinary, and in time, the grandmaster can be expected." ”

"Brother Wang's praise."

Shangquan Yanmu bowed his head humbly, although there was some obvious arrogance in his eyes, but such modesty was not hypocrisy, after all, the object of his response was Wang Qinheng.

After getting Wang Gongzi's evaluation of "the grandmaster can be expected", Shangquan Yanmu had achieved his goal, but he was not in a hurry to leave the sword testing platform.

According to the rules of the Sword Society, he also had to demonstrate it in slow motion, and then instruct a few juniors who were willing to learn this set of swordsmanship.

Kamizumi Yanmu didn't think that anyone could learn this set of swordsmanship in a short period of time, but the form still had to be walked around, so as not to break the rules, he straightened his waist, slowed down his movements, slowly raised his arm, and handed out the long sword.

From the first sword to the last sword, hundreds of small and intricate movements constitute forty-nine posture changes, like a sword dance.

Although there is no sword intent to turn into a wild goose this time, it is even more fascinating to watch.

Jiang Mubai vaguely felt that this set of swordsmanship was not difficult to learn, but he felt that something was missing.

Imitating the posture is only superficial, and understanding the true meaning of the sword is the key.

He closed his eyes, one move at a time, and even played it back in his mind frame by frame like a slow motion, and finally saw a little desolation and longing through the appearance with his open eyesight.

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No wonder he named this set of swordsmanship Nangui Yan

Jiang Mubai guessed the answer to the riddle, and when he saw Shangquan Yanmu give up the sword testing platform, he no longer hesitated, borrowed a long sword from Liu Shengyuan that was easy to cast, and then walked quickly on the stage. After standing on the sword testing platform, he did not rush to dance the sword, but first saluted with his fists in the direction where Shangquan Yanmu was.

"Mr. Kamiizumi, may I ask if your original Nangui Goose is named after Gao Shi's poem?"

"Not bad." Shangquan Yanmu smiled and nodded, and chanted slowly, "The distant trees should pity the spring in the north, but the pedestrians envy the wild goose in the south." ”

And so it was.

It is located in China, southern Siberia and Central Asia, and migrates to the northern and southern peninsulas and the Kuril Islands during wintering.

Generally speaking, the Kuril Country is located in the east of the Second Domain, but the territory of the Second Domain is vast, and the Tibetan Sword Island is located in the extreme north of the domain, so the Thousand Islands are actually in the south of the Tibetan Sword Island.

Coincidentally, Shangquan Yanmu also has the word "goose" in its name. From this, we can know the connotation of "returning to the south", and then we can understand the desolation and longing in the sword intent.

"Mr. Ueizumi, I have seen the cherry blossoms and sacred mountains of the Thousand Islands in my books." Jiang Mubai was somewhat sympathetic, and said softly, "It's beautiful." ”

"Yes, it's beautiful, I've seen it countless times in my dreams." When Shangquan Yanmu replied, the subtle and complex expression on his face gradually melted into a longing smile, and finally he nodded at Jiang Mubai, as if to say thank you.

Even though the motherland has fallen for many years, the Yamato people still pass on their nostalgia for their hometown and homeland from generation to generation, which is an indelible imprint engraved in the depths of their souls.

Keita Kamiizumi, who has a Tsukiyo hairstyle, stands next to his brother, his thin lips trembling like a baby about to cry, he wants to say something, but he doesn't know what to say.

Jiang Mubai didn't say much, raised his arm and handed out a sword, then turned around and stabbed out the second sword, then the third, fourth, and fifth swords

His movements are not fast, but every movement is accurate and neat, the lower plate shelf is obviously very calm, but the whole body is like a bird's nest fluctuating, and the sword momentum has gone in all directions, leaving no dead end.

But any monk who is familiar with the way of the sword, even if he is a cultivator who has not opened his eyes, can see that Jiang Mubai is reproducing the forty-nine swords of Shangquan Yanmu bit by bit.

No one in the audience whispered, as if a crow had gone silently.

Everyone was really scared, and they were scared a lot.

That's forty-nine swords

Even if you draw a gourd in the same way, it is indispensable for ten days and a half months of hard work.

Anyone can learn by looking twice

"Senior sister" Qiu Qianshan pinched her senior sister's wrist, and her eyelids kept jumping.

He couldn't see whether Jiang Mubai on the stage was painting the gourd in the same way, or really realized the true meaning of Nangui Yan, but he saw the answer from Shangquan Yanmu's expression, and the eyes of Shangquan's seniors were also wide, not younger than him and his senior sister at all.

"The distant trees should pity the spring in the north, but the pedestrians envy the wild goose in the south."

When it came to the forty-eighth sword, Jiang Mubai suddenly read this poem.

The flash of inspiration made him grasp the lack of Nangui Yan.

The sword intent should be sharp and high-spirited

Following the momentum of the forty-ninth sword, he read the next line of the poem.

"The husband is poor and unknown, and it is strange to see that the king is not long."

The motherland is no more, I can't bear to be sad, I can't turn into the wild goose that returns to the south, and fly back to the homeland where the cherry blossoms are in full bloom.

This is the sword intent of the forty-nine swords returning to the south.

But Gao Shi's sending Tian Shaofu to degrade Cangwu still has a twist, saying that this life is poor and uncertain, or hanging wings, haggard and down, like a lost dog, or a mud pond, once soaring, Jackie Chan became a phoenix.

Even if the fate is bad and the luck is bad, there will be a time when the whole will be sharpened and soar to the sky in one fell swoop

"Cupola"

Jiang Mubai abruptly turned the blade of the sword to the top of his head, kicked his feet and raised his arms, and his figure flew.

Forty-nine swords returned to the south, and half a hundred of them soared into the sky.

In a trance, Shangquan Yanmu vaguely felt that he saw a gray goose in the fiftieth sword turning into a mighty phoenix and soaring into the sky.

The rudiments of sword intent

A junior in his early twenties, a junior who has not yet quenched his body, he can realize the rudiments of sword intent

Shangquan Yanmu was stunned, and subconsciously put his hand on the hilt of the sword, as if he had to hold the sword to stabilize his mind in the shock.

Before this moment, he had always thought he was a genius.