Chapter 4 Chapter Three
In the early morning of the next day, when Yan Xiaoliu got up and was preparing for morning class, senior brother Zhang Peng came to call him.
Seeing that Zhang Peng was wearing the same Qingcheng swordsman robe as yesterday, and also wearing a long sword, Yan Xiaoliu knew what it was for.
Zhang Peng led him to bathe in the clear spring in the back mountain, letting the cold spring water cleanse his body and clear his mind.Yan Xiaoliu changed into the swordsman's robe prepared by his senior brother, returned to "Xuanmen She", first went to the spiritual temple in the back hall to burn incense and worship to the ancestors of the Qingcheng School, and then entered the "Guiyuan Hall".
Under the four vigorous characters of "Bashu Wushuang", the current head is He Zisheng; the three senior teachers, Shu Songzhen, Chen Hongli, and Lu Yiwei; the fourteen "Taoist disciples" other than Zhang Peng have already waited quietly in the hall , everyone also wore formal sword gowns and Qingcheng school swords on their waists. There was a solemn atmosphere in the whole "Guiyuan Hall" that made people breathe heavily.
He Zisheng is dressed as a Taoist according to the tradition of his sect, wearing a pure white cotton Taoist robe embroidered with gold thread, with a crane and jade hairpin on his head, a long sword hanging obliquely from his back and neck, a dust whisk in his hand, and a pair of gray pupils. It seems to be out of this world.
But it was such an "immortal" who at the age of twenty-three wiped out thirty-one monsters of the "ghosts in western Sichuan" with a single sword, and his sword was broken (the middle finger of his right hand was lost in that battle), and the piles of dead bodies Blood flow ten feet away.
Qingcheng School recognized as the number one swordsmanship genius in the past century.Qingcheng Mountain has a radius of hundreds of miles, and it looks like a mixture of evil spirits and gods in the eyes of officials and civilians, black and white.There are more than two hundred disciples in the mountain gate who are determined to imitate but are far away from the master.
Yan Xiaoliu pushed aside the hem of his robe, and knelt in the center of "Guiyuan Hall".
The fourteen brothers sitting on both sides stood up at the same time.Zhang Peng also joined them.
Song Zhen, the supervisor of the teacher training, picked up a wooden tray and handed it to He Zisheng.
He Zisheng handed Chen Fu to his junior Lu Yiwei who was sitting on the other side, then picked up a small wooden sign and a brush from the wooden tray, dipped the brush in the inkstone on the tray, stood up and walked to Yan Xiaoliu.
Yan Xiaoliu was very excited when he saw the blank wooden sign.
"How long have you been in Qingcheng Mountain Gate?" He Zisheng asked.
"After the Spring Festival, it will be seven years." Yan Xiaoliu replied nervously.
"Well... very good. I still remember that you participated in the first time three years ago, and you won two and one loss; this year's 'summer school', you won all three games, right?"
"yes."
Although He Zisheng is Yan Xiaoliu's teacher, except for the first day of apprenticeship when he was eleven years old, He Zisheng personally "opened the sword" and taught the first move symbolically. For more than six years, he has only been taught by his brothers .Yan Xiaoliu didn't expect that Master had been paying attention to his entry for many years, and he felt very relieved.
"You were born in a farming family, and your real name is too vulgar. In the future, you will represent our sect when you go out to do business or travel around the rivers and lakes. It is not appropriate to use it. Now I will give you a name, just the word 'horizontal'."
As He Zisheng said, he picked up a pen and wrote the word "Yan Heng" on the wooden sign with vigorous strokes.
He tossed the brush back casually.The big disciple Yu Sihao next to him continued accurately.
He Zisheng went to the right wall of "Guiyuan Hall" and hung the wooden sign on the nail at the end of the bottom row.
Yan Xiaoliu - called Yan Heng from now on - was so nervous that he stopped breathing.He dared not look up.
He Zisheng returned to him.
"Disciple Yan Heng obeys orders: Today, I accept you as the sixteenth contemporary 'Taoist Disciple' of Qingcheng Sword Sect. From then on, you are allowed to practice the martial arts of this sect. You will study diligently day and night, and shine on the lintel of Qingcheng."
Yan Heng's body was boiling and burning just like after defeating Ghost Sword Chen yesterday.He had tears in his eyes, but he bowed his head lower because he was afraid of being scolded by the master.
"The disciple knows, and he will never forget it until he dies!" He didn't read much, and he didn't know how to say "follow the teacher's order", but his tone was more sincere.
The right hand with only four fingers gently stroked Yan Heng's hair.
Just like a father caressing a child.
Yan Heng looked up in surprise.
It was the first time he saw Master He Zisheng's majestic face like a tiger smiling so brightly and warmly.
Leaving "Guiyuan Hall", Yan Heng did not go to the teaching field for morning classes as usual, but climbed up to the hillside open space on the west side of the mountain gate according to his master's instructions. Twenty-eight young men holding wooden swords had long been standing in the open space and waiting.They are a group of "Shanmen Disciples" newly recruited by the Qingcheng Sect last month, numbered "Kun San Class". "In the past six months, you will teach their swords." He Zisheng said. More than 20 people scattered separately, dancing wooden swords back and forth to warm up their bodies, but now seeing the senior teacher coming, they immediately gathered together and shouted in unison: "Morning Senior Brother Yan!" Yan Heng, who had never taught before, was even more nervous than practicing martial arts in class.He tensed his face, trying not to let his juniors know his emotions. "Morning. Let's start." Yan Heng counted the number of people and made sure they were all there.He drew his wooden sword from his pouch. "Are you all learning 'Fenghuojian'? How much have you learned?" One of the juniors replied: "I have learned the three postures." Yan Heng nodded.He scanned the group of juniors.Half of them looked older than him.There are also a few teenagers who have not yet started to develop, about the same age as when he first started. Yan Heng's hand holding the sword was sweating. ——Don’t insult this “senior brother”... He tried his best to recall the situation when he first learned sword, how the third brother Zhao Kangping taught him at that time. Seeing his somewhat bewildered expression, several juniors whispered to each other quietly. Yan Heng remembered.He took off his upper body robe, which hung below his belt, exposing his upper body.His body is a bit thin, but his muscles are as strong as steel bars.The shoulders and arms are massive and out of proportion.The right arm is exceptionally thicker than the left arm.Typical swordsman figure. "I'll perform it first. You have to watch carefully how my muscles and bones move." Yan Heng said, holding the wooden sword upside down with his left hand, concentrating on it. The first move of "Fenghuo Sword" is not a move, but just a salute; after the sword is handed over to the right hand, the second move "half-blocking" is considered the first move, the sword draws a half circle from bottom to top, It is the most basic way to tease and defend, stepping back and drawing the bow. Then, Yan Heng recalled yesterday.At the foot of the mountain is the "Wuli Wang Pavilion". Originally, it should be practiced at a slow speed so that all the juniors can see clearly.But he couldn't help but get through his inner strength. The third force "Star Chasing the Moon" exploded in an instant.Strong wind breaking sound. Even when the flat stabbed wooden sword was at rest, the blade was still trembling. All the juniors were dumbfounded.No one talks anymore. Even Yan Heng himself was surprised.This "Star Chasing the Moon" was even more thorough in speed and strength than yesterday's first real sword confrontation.It's just a day away, he has never experienced that the same move can have such a significant improvement in such a short period of time. ——Yan Heng doesn't know, this is the effect of actual combat on warriors.It's not a muscle that suddenly gets stronger, or a part of your posture that improves. ——It’s the heart that has changed. Yan Heng retracted the wooden sword.He looked at all the juniors.Their expressions became serious because of this sword.Yan Heng began to gain confidence in teaching. He re-drilled the "Half Obscuration" and "Star Chasing the Moon" poses several times at slow, half, and half speeds. "Have you seen everything clearly? When you see clearly, start practicing." Yan Heng said while putting on his robe. "Practice well. For the first month after the fight, you only practice these two moves. Don't think about anything else, just block, stab, block, and stab. Those who can't practice for a month, just go back Practice for a month. If you don't practice these two moves well, you don't have to think about the subsequent moves of 'Fenghuojian'. Do you understand?" "Yes! Brother!" The shouts of the crowd this time were much louder than before. They lined up separately and began to practice the basic moves.Yan Heng observed among them, correcting everyone's movements and exertion one by one.Some of them learned very quickly, and after a while the sword and rapier were already in order. But Yan Heng knew that it was too early to judge whether they had the aptitude to learn swords.What is necessary for a true swordsman is innate, and it will not appear until a long period of training.This is why the courses of "Shanmen Disciples" are as long as two years.Perhaps not even one of these twenty-eight.If there are one or two, the Qingcheng faction is already lucky. Yan Heng watched for another round, and saw that everyone had practiced decently, so he let them continue on their own, while he walked under the trees next to the open space, wielding the wooden sword unconsciously, thinking about the "Star Chasing" just now. Why does the moon have a big impact. "Xiao Liu, you are so majestic. It really is different after becoming a senior brother." A clear voice came from behind the tree. A petite girl stepped out from behind the tree trunk, wearing an embroidered dress and a fur fur, just like the daughter of a rich family.The appearance is very handsome, but the face is a bit too thin, which seems to be sick, and the eyes are bigger and brighter, which makes people love.Because of the cold air on the mountain, the cheeks on both sides were flushed, which added some blood to the already pale face. Yan Heng was very happy to see the girl, hurriedly put away the wooden sword, and smiled foolishly at the girl.Suddenly he remembered something again, "Oops" softly, and patted himself on the top of the head. ——Oops, I forgot to look for her yesterday... "You sword idiot, the teachers and apprentices are so good at teaching, you can't even see me coming." The girl said angrily. "Xiaoli, it's so cold today, what are you doing out so early in the morning?" Yan Heng looked at her flushed face, a little worried. "If the disease occurs, the uncle will scold me again." This girl is Song Li, the youngest daughter of the chief supervisor Song Zhen and the younger sister of the fifth senior brother Song Dehai. She is sixteen years old and only one year younger than Yan Heng. "Isn't it just to congratulate you, Brother Yan?" Song Li deliberately turned her face away. "When you become a senior brother, you don't recognize people. When you came back from the mountain yesterday, you didn't come to tell me you're safe. If Xiaoying hadn't come to tell me, I thought you had stabbed a hole with someone's sword at the foot of the mountain." "Xiaoying" is Hou Yingzhi.The three are similar in age and grew up together. They are the best playmates in the mountains. Yan Heng defended clumsily: "I was already late when I came back yesterday...and I missed my afternoon class, so I can't run out to find you. Besides, my brothers and sisters have been dragging me all night to ask questions about this and that, so I'm leaving not open……" "If you had me in your heart, wouldn't you sneak over to meet me at night?" When Yan Heng heard Song Li's words, he blushed and bowed his head.Yesterday, his mind was indeed full of thoughts about trying the sword at the "Wuli Wang Pavilion" and about being named in the "Guiyuan Hall", and he didn't think of her at all. Seeing Yan Heng's embarrassing appearance, Song Li was annoyed and laughed at the same time. "Won't you tell a lie to appease me? Sigh, you sword idiot. You look just like the master master. Others don't know, and they think you are his own son." On Mount Qingcheng, Song Li is probably the only one who has the guts to say that about He Zisheng.Yan Heng heard it, and didn't know how to respond. Song Li felt that the teasing was enough, so she said: "Okay. Next time we go to the town, I will think about punishing you to buy something to compensate me. Now tell me that when you went down the mountain yesterday, you met Did something interesting happen?" Seeing Song Li's smile, Yan Heng heaved a sigh of relief.But when he looked behind him, a group of juniors were still practicing their swords. "Not now. I'll come to you again after this lesson is over." "No. Just say it now! Can't they just practice it themselves? No matter how hard you teach them, they won't become peerless masters in a day or two." Yan Heng has embarrassment on his face.After all, this is the first lesson he has just been named as a "disciple of Taoism". If he is lazy, I am afraid that the master will blame him. "Little pear, stop making trouble... Anyway, I don't have much fun going down the mountain... It's all about fighting in the rivers and lakes, you have never been interested..." Qingcheng Kungfu has never been passed on to women, Song Li is no exception even though she is the daughter of the head teacher.She was born in Wumen, but she never found it interesting to practice martial arts, and all the men around her who pursued martial arts were also very boring.Only Yan Xiaoliu and Hou Yingzhi, two boys of similar age, had been friends with her since she was a child. After school, they often took her to play on the mountain and in Weijiang Town at the foot of the mountain. They were her only playmates. "Xiao Liu, just tell me. I'm so bored..." Song Liyang asked him to say. Song Li's mother died early, and her father and brother are serious busy people.The whole Qingcheng School "Xuanmen She" people talked about her least favorite martial arts all day long. Except for a group of servants and servants, there was almost no one to talk to. Life was very lonely and boring.Sometimes she even felt that she was like an invisible person in Qingcheng faction that no one saw. The only people who can see her are friends Xiaoliu and Xiaoying. "He is no longer called 'Xiao Liu'." A man came out from the depths of the woods. "From today, his name is Yan Heng." The one who spoke was Hou Yingzhi, who was carrying a sword bag.His face was as indifferent as it was on the training ground yesterday.Yan Heng remembered that Hou Yingzhi hadn't talked to him for several days.This is something that hasn't happened in the years since the two started. Hou Yingzhi's appearance is as handsome as Yan Heng's, but compared to the serious and shy Yan Heng, Hou Yingzhi has the vigor of a young man who refuses to admit defeat, and his expression and posture have a kind of detachment. "Xiaoying, why are you here?" Song Li said with a smile. "You're terrible! It's morning class. If you come out without practicing sword practice, I'll tell my brother and see how he punishes you?" "How else can I be punished?" Hou Yingzhi smiled. "Why don't you tell me to carry water for a few days? I'm not afraid." Seeing his friend smiling, Yan Heng heaved a sigh of relief, feeling warm in his heart. "I'm here to congratulate you." Hou Yingzhi walked up to Yan Heng, put his arm on his shoulder and said. "Xiao Liu, is it true?" Song Li also ran over. "The master master changed your name for you?" "Hmm..." Yan Heng nodded. "Yan Heng...is not good." Song Li pursed her mouth. "I still like to call you Xiaoliu." "Xiaoli, I have something to tell him." Hou Yingzhi said. "You go there first. We'll come back to you later." "What, can't I hear you?" "I tell you to go." Hou Yingzhi looked impatient. Song Li puffed up her face, but she didn't protest anymore, and walked to the other side of the hillside.She is the palm of Master Song Zhen's uncle, and everyone on and off Qingcheng Mountain is very polite to her.But Hou Yingzhi never buys her account, treats her as a friend of the same generation, and never gives in when there is a dispute.On the contrary, Song Li felt a kind of intimacy among his companions. —Of course, sometimes when he gets angry with Hou Yingzhi, he can't help venting it on the obedient Xiao Liu... Yan Heng was very afraid of seeing Song Li get angry, so he kept watching her go away. Song Li was weak and sick since she was a child, so Yan Heng always treated her like a younger sister, but he saw that Song Li was more obedient to the stubborn Hou Yingzhi.Thinking of this, Yan Heng felt a little puzzled. ——Maybe it's like she said, I'm a boring sword nerd... After Song Li had gone far, Hou Yingzhi and Yan Heng sat side by side on the stone, watching from a distance the group of juniors who were still practicing basic sword moves. After a long time, Yan Heng plucked up the courage to ask Hou Yingzhi. "Yingzhi...are you...unhappy?" Hou Yingzhi didn't answer him, but instead asked: "You haven't been home once in these years. Don't you miss them?" Yan Heng was silent. He was born in a poor family in Yinshui Village, more than ten miles south of the mountain.When He Zisheng came to the village to enroll students, his parents asked Yan Xiaoliu to take him to Qingcheng Mountain, not to give him any chance to succeed, but because the family was too difficult and could no longer support so many people, so they gave him to others like this .At that time, they also received five taels of silver as comfort money from He Zisheng. ——It’s like selling your son. "Since they don't want me, why should I miss them?" Yan Heng said indifferently.The boy's sadness has long been diluted by the years. "Ever since I was selected as a 'training student', I have decided that Mount Qingcheng is my home. You are my family." "Have you ever thought about..." Hou Yingzhi said: "If we were not promoted to 'Training Disciples' and were sent down the mountain, what would happen to you?" Yan Heng thought for a while. "I was only thirteen years old at that time... I couldn't do anything... Probably, I should go back to my hometown. After two years of training, I finally gained strength, and I can do some rough work." He recalled, if he hadn't learned martial arts Talent and destiny are completely different. "You're okay, you have a family to return to. I'm different." Hou Yingzhi looked at the sky as he said. Of course Yan Heng knew about Hou Yingzhi's background: unlike Yan Heng, he came from a farming family. His father, Hou Yutian, was a Qingcheng disciple of the previous generation, but he could not be promoted to a real Qingcheng swordsman after more than ten years at the "training disciple" level. , and later left frustrated, went down the mountain to marry a wife and have children, and found a job as a bodyguard. Because Hou Yutian worked outside the home for many years, his wife was impatiently lonely and seduced a man, abandoned her husband and son, and ran away. After that, Hou Yutian was greatly stimulated by this incident. He also lost his job as a teacher, and soon died of illness, leaving behind Hou Yingzhi, who was only twelve years old.Hou Yutian's old friends knew that he was related to the Qingcheng sect, so they sent people up the mountain to ask for help, and sent the orphan to the Qingcheng Mountain Gate. "I never retreated from the very beginning." Hou Yingzhi said solemnly, his face lacking the cheerful vigor of the past. "I can only keep getting stronger. Otherwise, there is nothing." "My father is a waste. I thank him for giving me the opportunity to go to Mount Qingcheng. But I don't want to be like him." Hou Yingzhi stood up, pulled out the iron sword from the sword bag and swung it round, then pointed the tip of the sword at the sky. "Maybe I'm a bit wishful thinking, but I believe that God gave me such a father to force me to become a strong man. To become a superb swordsman above all others." Yan Heng grew up with him, of course this is not the first time he has heard about his lofty ambitions.But don't feel the same way this time. Hou Yingzhi put away his sword and said: "To tell you the truth, I am really unhappy to see you step into the 'Guiyuan Hall' before me." Yan Heng heard that his friend was so honest, but he didn't know how to respond. "Xiaoying..." Hou Yingzhi stopped Yan Heng.He put aside the sword bag, squeezed the fingers of the sword with his left hand, and started to use the iron sword with his right hand, and began to use the Qingcheng School's intermediate sword technique "Shuiyunjian". The light of the sword in Hou Yingzhi's hand flowed and circled endlessly.This "Water Cloud Sword" is all in an arc, and the sword strength is held back for a long time. It is a move of energy storage and defense. The most difficult part is that it is always waiting for an opportunity to counterattack when defending, and it must be prepared for a sudden explosion at any moment. , but we must try our best to keep it as soft as water, so as not to let the opponent feel the murderous aura before changing the move, and relax outward and internal tension.Especially young people are more staunch and impulsive, so it is more difficult to practice this set of sword skills well. But Hou Yingzhi made this "Shuiyun Sword" quite promising.Of course Yan Heng also understood this way of swordsmanship ("Shuiyun Sword" is a martial art that "students in training" must learn in the early days, the purpose is to restrain the minds of young disciples), but he asked himself that he was not as smooth as Hou Yingzhi. After all, he was practicing swords every day. Seeing that Hou Yingzhi's swordsmanship was better than his own, Yan Heng felt his heart warm up, and the competitive spirit cultivated by six years of swordsman training was immediately ignited.He picked up the wooden sword and wanted to confront Hou Yingzhi. Unexpectedly, at this moment, Hou Yingzhi's whole body changed from soft to rigid, and the sword light in his palm exploded! ——It is "Star Chasing the Moon". In the eyes of ordinary people, Hou Yingzhi's arm seemed to be equipped with a mechanical spring crossbow string, and he ejected the iron sword.The point of the round-ended sword, which had no sharp edge, pierced into a big tree five inches deep, and sawdust flew where the sword surged. Yan Heng watched Hou Yingzhi's "Star Chasing the Moon" style from the sidelines, and he couldn't help secretly comparing it with his own style.Yan Heng was confident that with the same move, he could stab faster and stronger than Hou Yingzhi, the iron sword must have penetrated more than an inch, and the sawdust thrown out would be less because of the strength of the sword.But from another point of view, Hou Yingzhi's "Shuiyun Sword" changed his move, and the movement precursors revealed were slightly less than Yan Heng's same move, making it more difficult for the opponent to guard against.One favors swiftness and fierceness, the other concentrates on skills—even though they are from the same sect of Qingcheng, their swordsmanship styles have this small difference. If there is a serious duel, the sword skills of the two are on par, and the difference between victory and defeat only depends on their physical and mental states at that time.As for future entry and achievements, it also depends on who can develop their own strengths to the top. Hou Yingzhi pulled out the iron sword from the big tree, looked up to the sky and exhaled, as if he had let out all the unhappiness he had felt for many days. "I said I was unhappy. But I didn't hate you." Hou Yingzhi said. "Losing to you this time, I will take it as another setback God gave me to force me to become stronger. I won't lose to you for too long. At most one year, my name will also hang on the 'Guiyuan' Church'." He held Yan Heng's hand and said: "In the future, you and I, good friends, may stand side by side and become the pillars supporting the Qingcheng faction—don't you think this is a wonderful thing?" Yan Heng admired his friend's ambition very much, and touched Hou Yingzhi's hand. "I don't think as much as you do..." Yan Heng said, looking at Song Li who was standing on the edge of the hill.That petite figure exudes the youthful breath of a girl. He looked at the open space again, those juniors who were practicing sword hard following his instructions. Then I thought of the scene of Master He Zisheng stroking his hair like a father earlier. - everything is so beautiful... "I just want to..." Yan Heng said: "It is enough to stay in Qingcheng Mountain in the future." Hou Yingzhi looked at him, sighed slightly and shook his head. At this time, Song Li shouted to the two from the hillside: "Come and see!" The junior brother who was practicing swords was also curious when he heard it.But they didn't dare to stop practicing without Senior Brother Yan's instruction. Yan Heng and Hou Yingzhi walked over, followed Song Li's gaze to look down the hillside. From the mountain gate, a group of porters pushed five wooden carts along the mountain road, heading towards the "Xuanmenshe".There are several men leading the way.The wooden wagons were all loaded with goods. "Who are they?" Song Li asked. "What's in the car?" "Just ask Yan Heng." Hou Yingzhi said with a smile. "Me?" Yan Heng was stunned. "I do not know." "Isn't it the old man from Zhuang who invited you, the swordsman from Qingcheng, down the mountain?" Hou Yingzhi said. "It's a thank you gift." Yan Heng was stunned. "Hehe, our Senior Brother Yan is really majestic!" Song Li laughed. "One sword has made such a huge sum of money for our Qingcheng faction!" Yan Heng didn't smile.He remembered the question he asked his brother Zhang Peng yesterday. "Xiaoying, do you think...is this okay?" Yan Heng looked at the wooden carts and asked. "We stand up for others like this, use force to overwhelm others... and then accept gifts. What is the difference between us and those Jianghu gangs who sit on the ground and share their profits?" Hou Yingzhi was stunned for a while, and then laughed: "What's the problem? We are stronger than those people at the foot of the mountain. Isn't it a matter of course that we are respected and worshiped by others?" "But……" "Think about it: we swordsmen also have to eat." Hou Yingzhi said. "If you have to plow and work every day, how can you spend so much time concentrating on practicing? How can you develop such profound martial arts?" Yan Heng has been in the Qingcheng School for many years, and he knows some sources of income of the school: firstly, the Taoist palace on the mountain in front of Qingcheng, and the sesame oil money offered by believers on weekdays, will be allocated a tribute to the "Xuanmen She"; There is also a small amount of land at the foot of the mountain, which produces crops that everyone in the sect eats; in addition, there are gift money brought by the "li students" who have entered the school, as well as congratulatory gifts from old disciples who have become officials or have family backgrounds on festivals. Yan Heng thought again: Although the disciples in Qingcheng practiced hard, they still had conscripts to do all kinds of daily life after class, cooking and laundry; they ate four meals a day, and there was no shortage of fish, meat, vegetables and fruits, so as to fully supplement the consumption of hard training and nourish their health. A strong body; new clothes for four seasons every year... Although this kind of life is not as luxurious as the aristocratic and wealthy households, it is far better than ordinary people.It was the first time Yan Heng himself ate fish after he went to Qingcheng Mountain, and the first time he had clean clothes to change every day. These are only available in dreams in the countryside. "Don't think too much about it," Hou Yingzhi said again. "Do you know why Master gave you the character 'horizon' as your name? It's because your character is too gentle and you are too concerned about others. We are warriors from a famous school, so we should have the spirit to treat ordinary people coldly. Without this arrogance, it is difficult to pursue the pinnacle of martial arts." ——Everyone... even Xiaoying said that... After listening to Hou Yingzhi's explanation, Yan Heng understood the deep meaning of the name given to him by his master.He nodded, deciding not to think about the question just now. "Did I say that..." Song Li protested, "I still like to call him Xiaoliu." Only then did Yan Heng show a smile. "Okay. From now on, if no one else is around, you two will continue to call me Xiaoliu. I like it when you call me that." The three young friends looked at each other and smiled, as if they were sharing a big secret that no one else knew. So they didn't see: at the bottom of the hillside, among the wooden carts, there was another person who didn't belong to this team, holding a letter in his hand, running towards "Xuanmenshe". He is the little Taoist priest who is in charge of guarding the mountain gate today.The letter in his hand was delivered by the clerk of a certain inn in Guan County, who sincerely delivered it in a hired carriage. On the cover of the letter, there is a cinnabar seal with the symbol of Tai Chi Yin Yang. The fate of Yan Heng and the three of them, as well as the entire Qingcheng faction, will be changed because of this letter. There is a so-called "innate strength" in martial arts, which is the basic qualification to become a true warrior.It is not a mysterious power. To put it bluntly, the "motor nerve" in the general population in modern times refers to the neuron conduction speed of the human body in science. The neurons of the human body are roughly fully formed and developed from the embryo to the newborn. Although they can still exercise to a certain extent until the juvenile, the high speed required by martial arts is mainly determined by innateness.Those who meet the standard are said to have "innate strength" in martial arts.Although there is no official statistics, judging from the situation of Qingcheng School's recruiting disciples, it is difficult for one or two people in a hundred to be promoted from "Shanmen disciples" to "Training disciples". Individual nerve conduction velocity, especially sensory neurons and motor neurons, has a comprehensive impact on martial arts: observation and response speed to the enemy, muscle coordination of offensive and defensive actions, judgment of complex situations and choosing the correct response , Dynamic vision and timing estimation... etc., nerve speed is the key.The training of martial arts forms and exercises can bring out the physical fitness to the peak, but it cannot fill up the innate deficiencies. The ancients did not have any measuring instruments. To determine whether a disciple possessed "innate true power", of course it only relied on subjective judgment, and the judge himself must of course be qualified for "innate true power". "Innate true strength" cannot be seen in ordinary daily life activities, it must be obvious after a period of martial arts training.This is why most martial arts sects set up basic courses such as "Disciples of the Mountain Gate" for selection purposes. It is born, of course, there is also the possibility of genetics.Therefore, the descendants of martial arts masters tend to have a greater chance of producing masters. Although martial arts sects rely on day and night hard training and research to establish extraordinary strength and status, but they are also a group selected by heaven, just like "nobles holding swords".
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Leaving "Guiyuan Hall", Yan Heng did not go to the teaching field for morning classes as usual, but climbed up to the hillside open space on the west side of the mountain gate according to his master's instructions. Twenty-eight young men holding wooden swords had long been standing in the open space and waiting.They are a group of "Shanmen Disciples" newly recruited by the Qingcheng Sect last month, numbered "Kun San Class". "In the past six months, you will teach their swords." He Zisheng said. More than 20 people scattered separately, dancing wooden swords back and forth to warm up their bodies, but now seeing the senior teacher coming, they immediately gathered together and shouted in unison: "Morning Senior Brother Yan!" Yan Heng, who had never taught before, was even more nervous than practicing martial arts in class.He tensed his face, trying not to let his juniors know his emotions. "Morning. Let's start." Yan Heng counted the number of people and made sure they were all there.He drew his wooden sword from his pouch. "Are you all learning 'Fenghuojian'? How much have you learned?" One of the juniors replied: "I have learned the three postures." Yan Heng nodded.He scanned the group of juniors.Half of them looked older than him.There are also a few teenagers who have not yet started to develop, about the same age as when he first started. Yan Heng's hand holding the sword was sweating. ——Don’t insult this “senior brother”... He tried his best to recall the situation when he first learned sword, how the third brother Zhao Kangping taught him at that time. Seeing his somewhat bewildered expression, several juniors whispered to each other quietly. Yan Heng remembered.He took off his upper body robe, which hung below his belt, exposing his upper body.His body is a bit thin, but his muscles are as strong as steel bars.The shoulders and arms are massive and out of proportion.The right arm is exceptionally thicker than the left arm.Typical swordsman figure. "I'll perform it first. You have to watch carefully how my muscles and bones move." Yan Heng said, holding the wooden sword upside down with his left hand, concentrating on it. The first move of "Fenghuo Sword" is not a move, but just a salute; after the sword is handed over to the right hand, the second move "half-blocking" is considered the first move, the sword draws a half circle from bottom to top, It is the most basic way to tease and defend, stepping back and drawing the bow. Then, Yan Heng recalled yesterday.At the foot of the mountain is the "Wuli Wang Pavilion". Originally, it should be practiced at a slow speed so that all the juniors can see clearly.But he couldn't help but get through his inner strength. The third force "Star Chasing the Moon" exploded in an instant.Strong wind breaking sound. Even when the flat stabbed wooden sword was at rest, the blade was still trembling. All the juniors were dumbfounded.No one talks anymore. Even Yan Heng himself was surprised.This "Star Chasing the Moon" was even more thorough in speed and strength than yesterday's first real sword confrontation.It's just a day away, he has never experienced that the same move can have such a significant improvement in such a short period of time. ——Yan Heng doesn't know, this is the effect of actual combat on warriors.It's not a muscle that suddenly gets stronger, or a part of your posture that improves. ——It’s the heart that has changed. Yan Heng retracted the wooden sword.He looked at all the juniors.Their expressions became serious because of this sword.Yan Heng began to gain confidence in teaching. He re-drilled the "Half Obscuration" and "Star Chasing the Moon" poses several times at slow, half, and half speeds. "Have you seen everything clearly? When you see clearly, start practicing." Yan Heng said while putting on his robe. "Practice well. For the first month after the fight, you only practice these two moves. Don't think about anything else, just block, stab, block, and stab. Those who can't practice for a month, just go back Practice for a month. If you don't practice these two moves well, you don't have to think about the subsequent moves of 'Fenghuojian'. Do you understand?" "Yes! Brother!" The shouts of the crowd this time were much louder than before. They lined up separately and began to practice the basic moves.Yan Heng observed among them, correcting everyone's movements and exertion one by one.Some of them learned very quickly, and after a while the sword and rapier were already in order. But Yan Heng knew that it was too early to judge whether they had the aptitude to learn swords.What is necessary for a true swordsman is innate, and it will not appear until a long period of training.This is why the courses of "Shanmen Disciples" are as long as two years.Perhaps not even one of these twenty-eight.If there are one or two, the Qingcheng faction is already lucky. Yan Heng watched for another round, and saw that everyone had practiced decently, so he let them continue on their own, while he walked under the trees next to the open space, wielding the wooden sword unconsciously, thinking about the "Star Chasing" just now. Why does the moon have a big impact. "Xiao Liu, you are so majestic. It really is different after becoming a senior brother." A clear voice came from behind the tree. A petite girl stepped out from behind the tree trunk, wearing an embroidered dress and a fur fur, just like the daughter of a rich family.The appearance is very handsome, but the face is a bit too thin, which seems to be sick, and the eyes are bigger and brighter, which makes people love.Because of the cold air on the mountain, the cheeks on both sides were flushed, which added some blood to the already pale face. Yan Heng was very happy to see the girl, hurriedly put away the wooden sword, and smiled foolishly at the girl.Suddenly he remembered something again, "Oops" softly, and patted himself on the top of the head. ——Oops, I forgot to look for her yesterday... "You sword idiot, the teachers and apprentices are so good at teaching, you can't even see me coming." The girl said angrily. "Xiaoli, it's so cold today, what are you doing out so early in the morning?" Yan Heng looked at her flushed face, a little worried. "If the disease occurs, the uncle will scold me again." This girl is Song Li, the youngest daughter of the chief supervisor Song Zhen and the younger sister of the fifth senior brother Song Dehai. She is sixteen years old and only one year younger than Yan Heng. "Isn't it just to congratulate you, Brother Yan?" Song Li deliberately turned her face away. "When you become a senior brother, you don't recognize people. When you came back from the mountain yesterday, you didn't come to tell me you're safe. If Xiaoying hadn't come to tell me, I thought you had stabbed a hole with someone's sword at the foot of the mountain." "Xiaoying" is Hou Yingzhi.The three are similar in age and grew up together. They are the best playmates in the mountains. Yan Heng defended clumsily: "I was already late when I came back yesterday...and I missed my afternoon class, so I can't run out to find you. Besides, my brothers and sisters have been dragging me all night to ask questions about this and that, so I'm leaving not open……" "If you had me in your heart, wouldn't you sneak over to meet me at night?" When Yan Heng heard Song Li's words, he blushed and bowed his head.Yesterday, his mind was indeed full of thoughts about trying the sword at the "Wuli Wang Pavilion" and about being named in the "Guiyuan Hall", and he didn't think of her at all. Seeing Yan Heng's embarrassing appearance, Song Li was annoyed and laughed at the same time. "Won't you tell a lie to appease me? Sigh, you sword idiot. You look just like the master master. Others don't know, and they think you are his own son." On Mount Qingcheng, Song Li is probably the only one who has the guts to say that about He Zisheng.Yan Heng heard it, and didn't know how to respond. Song Li felt that the teasing was enough, so she said: "Okay. Next time we go to the town, I will think about punishing you to buy something to compensate me. Now tell me that when you went down the mountain yesterday, you met Did something interesting happen?" Seeing Song Li's smile, Yan Heng heaved a sigh of relief.But when he looked behind him, a group of juniors were still practicing their swords. "Not now. I'll come to you again after this lesson is over." "No. Just say it now! Can't they just practice it themselves? No matter how hard you teach them, they won't become peerless masters in a day or two." Yan Heng has embarrassment on his face.After all, this is the first lesson he has just been named as a "disciple of Taoism". If he is lazy, I am afraid that the master will blame him. "Little pear, stop making trouble... Anyway, I don't have much fun going down the mountain... It's all about fighting in the rivers and lakes, you have never been interested..." Qingcheng Kungfu has never been passed on to women, Song Li is no exception even though she is the daughter of the head teacher.She was born in Wumen, but she never found it interesting to practice martial arts, and all the men around her who pursued martial arts were also very boring.Only Yan Xiaoliu and Hou Yingzhi, two boys of similar age, had been friends with her since she was a child. After school, they often took her to play on the mountain and in Weijiang Town at the foot of the mountain. They were her only playmates. "Xiao Liu, just tell me. I'm so bored..." Song Liyang asked him to say. Song Li's mother died early, and her father and brother are serious busy people.The whole Qingcheng School "Xuanmen She" people talked about her least favorite martial arts all day long. Except for a group of servants and servants, there was almost no one to talk to. Life was very lonely and boring.Sometimes she even felt that she was like an invisible person in Qingcheng faction that no one saw. The only people who can see her are friends Xiaoliu and Xiaoying. "He is no longer called 'Xiao Liu'." A man came out from the depths of the woods. "From today, his name is Yan Heng." The one who spoke was Hou Yingzhi, who was carrying a sword bag.His face was as indifferent as it was on the training ground yesterday.Yan Heng remembered that Hou Yingzhi hadn't talked to him for several days.This is something that hasn't happened in the years since the two started. Hou Yingzhi's appearance is as handsome as Yan Heng's, but compared to the serious and shy Yan Heng, Hou Yingzhi has the vigor of a young man who refuses to admit defeat, and his expression and posture have a kind of detachment. "Xiaoying, why are you here?" Song Li said with a smile. "You're terrible! It's morning class. If you come out without practicing sword practice, I'll tell my brother and see how he punishes you?" "How else can I be punished?" Hou Yingzhi smiled. "Why don't you tell me to carry water for a few days? I'm not afraid." Seeing his friend smiling, Yan Heng heaved a sigh of relief, feeling warm in his heart. "I'm here to congratulate you." Hou Yingzhi walked up to Yan Heng, put his arm on his shoulder and said. "Xiao Liu, is it true?" Song Li also ran over. "The master master changed your name for you?" "Hmm..." Yan Heng nodded. "Yan Heng...is not good." Song Li pursed her mouth. "I still like to call you Xiaoliu." "Xiaoli, I have something to tell him." Hou Yingzhi said. "You go there first. We'll come back to you later." "What, can't I hear you?" "I tell you to go." Hou Yingzhi looked impatient. Song Li puffed up her face, but she didn't protest anymore, and walked to the other side of the hillside.She is the palm of Master Song Zhen's uncle, and everyone on and off Qingcheng Mountain is very polite to her.But Hou Yingzhi never buys her account, treats her as a friend of the same generation, and never gives in when there is a dispute.On the contrary, Song Li felt a kind of intimacy among his companions. —Of course, sometimes when he gets angry with Hou Yingzhi, he can't help venting it on the obedient Xiao Liu... Yan Heng was very afraid of seeing Song Li get angry, so he kept watching her go away. Song Li was weak and sick since she was a child, so Yan Heng always treated her like a younger sister, but he saw that Song Li was more obedient to the stubborn Hou Yingzhi.Thinking of this, Yan Heng felt a little puzzled. ——Maybe it's like she said, I'm a boring sword nerd... After Song Li had gone far, Hou Yingzhi and Yan Heng sat side by side on the stone, watching from a distance the group of juniors who were still practicing basic sword moves. After a long time, Yan Heng plucked up the courage to ask Hou Yingzhi. "Yingzhi...are you...unhappy?" Hou Yingzhi didn't answer him, but instead asked: "You haven't been home once in these years. Don't you miss them?" Yan Heng was silent. He was born in a poor family in Yinshui Village, more than ten miles south of the mountain.When He Zisheng came to the village to enroll students, his parents asked Yan Xiaoliu to take him to Qingcheng Mountain, not to give him any chance to succeed, but because the family was too difficult and could no longer support so many people, so they gave him to others like this .At that time, they also received five taels of silver as comfort money from He Zisheng. ——It’s like selling your son. "Since they don't want me, why should I miss them?" Yan Heng said indifferently.The boy's sadness has long been diluted by the years. "Ever since I was selected as a 'training student', I have decided that Mount Qingcheng is my home. You are my family." "Have you ever thought about..." Hou Yingzhi said: "If we were not promoted to 'Training Disciples' and were sent down the mountain, what would happen to you?" Yan Heng thought for a while. "I was only thirteen years old at that time... I couldn't do anything... Probably, I should go back to my hometown. After two years of training, I finally gained strength, and I can do some rough work." He recalled, if he hadn't learned martial arts Talent and destiny are completely different. "You're okay, you have a family to return to. I'm different." Hou Yingzhi looked at the sky as he said. Of course Yan Heng knew about Hou Yingzhi's background: unlike Yan Heng, he came from a farming family. His father, Hou Yutian, was a Qingcheng disciple of the previous generation, but he could not be promoted to a real Qingcheng swordsman after more than ten years at the "training disciple" level. , and later left frustrated, went down the mountain to marry a wife and have children, and found a job as a bodyguard. Because Hou Yutian worked outside the home for many years, his wife was impatiently lonely and seduced a man, abandoned her husband and son, and ran away. After that, Hou Yutian was greatly stimulated by this incident. He also lost his job as a teacher, and soon died of illness, leaving behind Hou Yingzhi, who was only twelve years old.Hou Yutian's old friends knew that he was related to the Qingcheng sect, so they sent people up the mountain to ask for help, and sent the orphan to the Qingcheng Mountain Gate. "I never retreated from the very beginning." Hou Yingzhi said solemnly, his face lacking the cheerful vigor of the past. "I can only keep getting stronger. Otherwise, there is nothing." "My father is a waste. I thank him for giving me the opportunity to go to Mount Qingcheng. But I don't want to be like him." Hou Yingzhi stood up, pulled out the iron sword from the sword bag and swung it round, then pointed the tip of the sword at the sky. "Maybe I'm a bit wishful thinking, but I believe that God gave me such a father to force me to become a strong man. To become a superb swordsman above all others." Yan Heng grew up with him, of course this is not the first time he has heard about his lofty ambitions.But don't feel the same way this time. Hou Yingzhi put away his sword and said: "To tell you the truth, I am really unhappy to see you step into the 'Guiyuan Hall' before me." Yan Heng heard that his friend was so honest, but he didn't know how to respond. "Xiaoying..." Hou Yingzhi stopped Yan Heng.He put aside the sword bag, squeezed the fingers of the sword with his left hand, and started to use the iron sword with his right hand, and began to use the Qingcheng School's intermediate sword technique "Shuiyunjian". The light of the sword in Hou Yingzhi's hand flowed and circled endlessly.This "Water Cloud Sword" is all in an arc, and the sword strength is held back for a long time. It is a move of energy storage and defense. The most difficult part is that it is always waiting for an opportunity to counterattack when defending, and it must be prepared for a sudden explosion at any moment. , but we must try our best to keep it as soft as water, so as not to let the opponent feel the murderous aura before changing the move, and relax outward and internal tension.Especially young people are more staunch and impulsive, so it is more difficult to practice this set of sword skills well. But Hou Yingzhi made this "Shuiyun Sword" quite promising.Of course Yan Heng also understood this way of swordsmanship ("Shuiyun Sword" is a martial art that "students in training" must learn in the early days, the purpose is to restrain the minds of young disciples), but he asked himself that he was not as smooth as Hou Yingzhi. After all, he was practicing swords every day. Seeing that Hou Yingzhi's swordsmanship was better than his own, Yan Heng felt his heart warm up, and the competitive spirit cultivated by six years of swordsman training was immediately ignited.He picked up the wooden sword and wanted to confront Hou Yingzhi. Unexpectedly, at this moment, Hou Yingzhi's whole body changed from soft to rigid, and the sword light in his palm exploded! ——It is "Star Chasing the Moon". In the eyes of ordinary people, Hou Yingzhi's arm seemed to be equipped with a mechanical spring crossbow string, and he ejected the iron sword.The point of the round-ended sword, which had no sharp edge, pierced into a big tree five inches deep, and sawdust flew where the sword surged. Yan Heng watched Hou Yingzhi's "Star Chasing the Moon" style from the sidelines, and he couldn't help secretly comparing it with his own style.Yan Heng was confident that with the same move, he could stab faster and stronger than Hou Yingzhi, the iron sword must have penetrated more than an inch, and the sawdust thrown out would be less because of the strength of the sword.But from another point of view, Hou Yingzhi's "Shuiyun Sword" changed his move, and the movement precursors revealed were slightly less than Yan Heng's same move, making it more difficult for the opponent to guard against.One favors swiftness and fierceness, the other concentrates on skills—even though they are from the same sect of Qingcheng, their swordsmanship styles have this small difference. If there is a serious duel, the sword skills of the two are on par, and the difference between victory and defeat only depends on their physical and mental states at that time.As for future entry and achievements, it also depends on who can develop their own strengths to the top. Hou Yingzhi pulled out the iron sword from the big tree, looked up to the sky and exhaled, as if he had let out all the unhappiness he had felt for many days. "I said I was unhappy. But I didn't hate you." Hou Yingzhi said. "Losing to you this time, I will take it as another setback God gave me to force me to become stronger. I won't lose to you for too long. At most one year, my name will also hang on the 'Guiyuan' Church'." He held Yan Heng's hand and said: "In the future, you and I, good friends, may stand side by side and become the pillars supporting the Qingcheng faction—don't you think this is a wonderful thing?" Yan Heng admired his friend's ambition very much, and touched Hou Yingzhi's hand. "I don't think as much as you do..." Yan Heng said, looking at Song Li who was standing on the edge of the hill.That petite figure exudes the youthful breath of a girl. He looked at the open space again, those juniors who were practicing sword hard following his instructions. Then I thought of the scene of Master He Zisheng stroking his hair like a father earlier. - everything is so beautiful... "I just want to..." Yan Heng said: "It is enough to stay in Qingcheng Mountain in the future." Hou Yingzhi looked at him, sighed slightly and shook his head. At this time, Song Li shouted to the two from the hillside: "Come and see!" The junior brother who was practicing swords was also curious when he heard it.But they didn't dare to stop practicing without Senior Brother Yan's instruction. Yan Heng and Hou Yingzhi walked over, followed Song Li's gaze to look down the hillside. From the mountain gate, a group of porters pushed five wooden carts along the mountain road, heading towards the "Xuanmenshe".There are several men leading the way.The wooden wagons were all loaded with goods. "Who are they?" Song Li asked. "What's in the car?" "Just ask Yan Heng." Hou Yingzhi said with a smile. "Me?" Yan Heng was stunned. "I do not know." "Isn't it the old man from Zhuang who invited you, the swordsman from Qingcheng, down the mountain?" Hou Yingzhi said. "It's a thank you gift." Yan Heng was stunned. "Hehe, our Senior Brother Yan is really majestic!" Song Li laughed. "One sword has made such a huge sum of money for our Qingcheng faction!" Yan Heng didn't smile.He remembered the question he asked his brother Zhang Peng yesterday. "Xiaoying, do you think...is this okay?" Yan Heng looked at the wooden carts and asked. "We stand up for others like this, use force to overwhelm others... and then accept gifts. What is the difference between us and those Jianghu gangs who sit on the ground and share their profits?" Hou Yingzhi was stunned for a while, and then laughed: "What's the problem? We are stronger than those people at the foot of the mountain. Isn't it a matter of course that we are respected and worshiped by others?" "But……" "Think about it: we swordsmen also have to eat." Hou Yingzhi said. "If you have to plow and work every day, how can you spend so much time concentrating on practicing? How can you develop such profound martial arts?" Yan Heng has been in the Qingcheng School for many years, and he knows some sources of income of the school: firstly, the Taoist palace on the mountain in front of Qingcheng, and the sesame oil money offered by believers on weekdays, will be allocated a tribute to the "Xuanmen She"; There is also a small amount of land at the foot of the mountain, which produces crops that everyone in the sect eats; in addition, there are gift money brought by the "li students" who have entered the school, as well as congratulatory gifts from old disciples who have become officials or have family backgrounds on festivals. Yan Heng thought again: Although the disciples in Qingcheng practiced hard, they still had conscripts to do all kinds of daily life after class, cooking and laundry; they ate four meals a day, and there was no shortage of fish, meat, vegetables and fruits, so as to fully supplement the consumption of hard training and nourish their health. A strong body; new clothes for four seasons every year... Although this kind of life is not as luxurious as the aristocratic and wealthy households, it is far better than ordinary people.It was the first time Yan Heng himself ate fish after he went to Qingcheng Mountain, and the first time he had clean clothes to change every day. These are only available in dreams in the countryside. "Don't think too much about it," Hou Yingzhi said again. "Do you know why Master gave you the character 'horizon' as your name? It's because your character is too gentle and you are too concerned about others. We are warriors from a famous school, so we should have the spirit to treat ordinary people coldly. Without this arrogance, it is difficult to pursue the pinnacle of martial arts." ——Everyone... even Xiaoying said that... After listening to Hou Yingzhi's explanation, Yan Heng understood the deep meaning of the name given to him by his master.He nodded, deciding not to think about the question just now. "Did I say that..." Song Li protested, "I still like to call him Xiaoliu." Only then did Yan Heng show a smile. "Okay. From now on, if no one else is around, you two will continue to call me Xiaoliu. I like it when you call me that." The three young friends looked at each other and smiled, as if they were sharing a big secret that no one else knew. So they didn't see: at the bottom of the hillside, among the wooden carts, there was another person who didn't belong to this team, holding a letter in his hand, running towards "Xuanmenshe". He is the little Taoist priest who is in charge of guarding the mountain gate today.The letter in his hand was delivered by the clerk of a certain inn in Guan County, who sincerely delivered it in a hired carriage. On the cover of the letter, there is a cinnabar seal with the symbol of Tai Chi Yin Yang. The fate of Yan Heng and the three of them, as well as the entire Qingcheng faction, will be changed because of this letter. There is a so-called "innate strength" in martial arts, which is the basic qualification to become a true warrior.It is not a mysterious power. To put it bluntly, the "motor nerve" in the general population in modern times refers to the neuron conduction speed of the human body in science. The neurons of the human body are roughly fully formed and developed from the embryo to the newborn. Although they can still exercise to a certain extent until the juvenile, the high speed required by martial arts is mainly determined by innateness.Those who meet the standard are said to have "innate strength" in martial arts.Although there is no official statistics, judging from the situation of Qingcheng School's recruiting disciples, it is difficult for one or two people in a hundred to be promoted from "Shanmen disciples" to "Training disciples". Individual nerve conduction velocity, especially sensory neurons and motor neurons, has a comprehensive impact on martial arts: observation and response speed to the enemy, muscle coordination of offensive and defensive actions, judgment of complex situations and choosing the correct response , Dynamic vision and timing estimation... etc., nerve speed is the key.The training of martial arts forms and exercises can bring out the physical fitness to the peak, but it cannot fill up the innate deficiencies. The ancients did not have any measuring instruments. To determine whether a disciple possessed "innate true power", of course it only relied on subjective judgment, and the judge himself must of course be qualified for "innate true power". "Innate true strength" cannot be seen in ordinary daily life activities, it must be obvious after a period of martial arts training.This is why most martial arts sects set up basic courses such as "Disciples of the Mountain Gate" for selection purposes. It is born, of course, there is also the possibility of genetics.Therefore, the descendants of martial arts masters tend to have a greater chance of producing masters. Although martial arts sects rely on day and night hard training and research to establish extraordinary strength and status, but they are also a group selected by heaven, just like "nobles holding swords".
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