As he spoke, Zhang Sanfeng instructed Song Yuanqiao to summon Zhang Cuishan and his wife to meet Meng Xiuyuan, the little junior brother.

"Master, this ceremony is out of order. The fifth senior brother and his wife have been trapped overseas for ten years, and they finally returned, it should be me, the little junior brother, to visit them, how can I let them come to see me? ”

Meng Xiuyuan saw Song Yuanqiao going out and asked in confusion.

"It's okay, you senior brothers, who sees who is different. I have left you here because I have a good thing to tell you. Zhang Sanfeng touched his beard and said to Meng Xiuyuan with a smile.

"A good thing?" Meng Xiu saw that Master was like this, and he couldn't figure it out.

"Little fool, you asked me for the swordsmanship you asked me for, but now you forgot it?

In the first two years, I taught you the Thirteen Swords of Shenmen and the Finger Twisting Soft Swordsmanship, you think it is too complicated to figure it out, but you envy the senior brothers who all walk the rivers and lakes with swords, and they also want to be a chic swordsman.

At that time, you said that if Wudang had a swordsmanship with simpler routines and more elegant movements, but full of power, how good would it be......"

Zhang Sanfeng didn't say it, Meng Xiuyuan really forgot that there was such a thing.

But he didn't expect that he just said it casually at the time, and Master Zhang Zhenren actually remembered it in his heart.

"Master, did you really create such a sword technique?" Meng Xiuyuan asked in surprise.

"Well, I guess it's pretty much." Zhang Sanfeng looked at Meng Xiuyuan with a kind face and said:

"Do you remember, when we were chatting about martial arts, I asked you what kind of swordsmanship you thought would be the most suitable for you, and how did you answer?"

"Remember, I said at the time that the most suitable for me should be the "Xuantie Sword Technique" made by Yang Guo, the former Western Madness Condor Hero.

Master, you also know that I am deficient in the change of moves and dexterity, and the only advantage is that I have deep internal strength, and it should be the most suitable to use the straightforward and powerful "Xuantie Sword Technique". Meng Xiuyuan said after recalling.

"Well, that makes sense." Zhang Sanfeng nodded and said:

"[The heavy sword has no edge, and the great skill does not work], it is a rare way to learn martial arts. Like your internal strength now, I think it will not be weaker than the Condor Man back then, or even surpassed.

If you learn the "Xuantie Sword Technique", you only need to spend some time polishing and mastering the transformation of strength and softness, and when the time comes, you can easily resist the ordinary sword moves, and the power is far better than those wonderful sword moves. ”

Meng Xiuyuan was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly asked, "Master, what do you mean, you reproduced the Xuantie Sword Technique?" ”

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and said with a smile:

"I've come up with a better one for you."

As he spoke, he stood up and took off the real martial sword hanging on the wall that he hadn't used for years.

The sword was unsheathed, but it was just a casual swipe, and it was clear that the tip of the sword was still three inches away from the ground, but a sharp "click" sound was heard.

When I looked closely, there was already a deep and straight sword mark on the solid floor tiles, and even the tables and chairs that were a foot away were cracked in half in response to the sound.

"This ...... Is it sword energy? Meng Xiuyuan asked in surprise.

After ten years, he has never seen such kung fu.

In the early days, when the internal force had some achievements, Meng Xiuyuan tried to condense the internal force on the sword out of curiosity. It's just that at that time, even if Meng Xiuyuan tried his best, he only saw a trace of cold light flashing on the tip of the sword, and the sword body sneered and made a slight sound.

The sharpness and hardness of the sword have indeed increased significantly, but the sword wind that swings out is a little scattered, and it is difficult to hurt people in the air.

Later, Meng Xiuyuan's internal strength grew by leaps and bounds, until it was close to the level of his master Zhang Zhenren, which can be described as the top of the rivers and lakes. At that time, he tried to condense the internal force on the sword again, but the situation was beyond his expectations.

It's okay to try it for the first time with five successful forces, the sword light is flashing, the strength is vertical and horizontal, and although the sword wind is a little flashy, it's no problem to deal with some small minions.

But once he used all his strength to condense, the fine iron sword in his hand would shatter in an instant, exploding into countless iron powder and fragments. Not to mention the sword qi, the sword is gone.

At that time, Meng Xiuyuan understood that with the cooperation of this internal force and weapons, there was indeed a deep doorway in it, and it would not work to grope like himself.

In comparison, Master Zhang Zhenren used this sword qi, his movements were chic and freehand, his spirit was sharp and powerful, and the distance of hurting people in the air was much farther than Meng Xiuyuan's own groping, which was obviously very clever.

"This kung fu is in the form of a sword and a blade of qi, and it is appropriate to say that it is called sword qi." Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard with a smile:

"Originally, I was still distressed and couldn't think of a suitable name for this kung fu. When you reminded me of this, I did have an idea. It's called "Zixiao Sword Qi". ”

"Zixiao Sword Qi...... Master gave this name, does it have anything to do with our Zixiao Palace in Wudang? Meng Xiuyuan asked subconsciously.

The Wudang faction has a main hall, which is called Zixiao Palace.

Zhang Sanfeng nodded,

"Well, it does have a lot to do with it.

That day, I meditated with a sword in the Zixiao Palace, thinking hard about the sword technique you were asking for, but I couldn't figure it out.

You have to be simple, you have to be chic, and you have to be powerful, and you really stump me......"

When Zhang Sanfeng said this, the old naughty boy winked at Meng Xiuyuan, making Meng Xiuyuan a little embarrassed, and scratched his hair with a smile. Zhang Zhenren was happy when he saw this, and continued with a little interest:

"Fortunately, the wind was strong that day, and the Taoist boy was negligent and did not close the door properly, and the strong wind blew the temple door open.

I felt the wind blowing in my face, and when I opened my eyes, I was instantly attracted by the clouds in the sky outside the temple.

The clouds were wisps and neatly arranged, as if they had been cut by a sword. That's when a thought popped into my head: if I created a sword technique that could cut through the clouds in the sky, I would love it with your pompous temperament. ”

Meng Xiuyuan hurriedly shook his head when he heard this, saying that he was not so ambitious and unrealistic, and Master Zhang Zhenren blamed himself.

"How can anyone in the world cut through the clouds in the sky, even if there is such a sword technique, the disciple will definitely not be able to learn it, and he has to be an immortal to perform it.

The disciple didn't dare to think about it, he didn't dare to think about it......"

"There may be no sword of Lingyun in the world, but people should have the ambition of Lingyun. Why can't you even think about it? Zhang Sanfeng patted Meng Xiuyuan's head and taught softly:

"As a teacher, it was because of the sudden pride that day, swinging the sword to slash the sky, that I was blessed to my soul, and I had the inspiration of this "Zixiao Sword Qi".

The three-foot iron sword is naturally inferior to the clouds in the sky. If you want to attack an enemy from afar, you still have to rely on your own true qi.

After that, I pondered it for a long time, and finally perfected this skill a few days ago. But I didn't expect you to be a blessed person, and this kung fu was created, and you came back from the mountains.

How's it going, are you satisfied with this swordsmanship? ”

"Hehe, satisfied, satisfied, cow, Master." Meng Xiuyuan stretched out a thumbs up, and the corners of his mouth were almost grinning to the root of his ears.

"Saying such strange things again." After ten years of getting along, Zhang Zhenren was very accustomed to Meng Xiuyuan's modern words that popped up from time to time, and smiled and slapped this naughty little apprentice lightly.

"But in this case, shouldn't this kung fu be called "Lingyun Sword Qi"? Master, your name is very ordinary. Meng Xiuyuan thought about it and asked poorly.

He is the only one who dares to talk to Zhang Zhenren like this.

"If one day, you can really use this kung fu to cut the clouds in the sky, then change the name to 'Purple Sky Lingyun Sword Qi'.

Anyway, the word Zixiao can't be changed, this kung fu was created by me, and I like to call it that. ”

Zhang Zhenren was a hundred years old but still childlike, smiling and squinting his eyes and Meng Xiuyuan amused.