Chapter 179 The remaining score
Chu Zhiyuan sat in front of the couch and smiled as he watched Zou Fang open the red sandalwood box and reveal a pile of dragon fat incense inside.
"Congratulations to the Crown Prince." Zou Fang smiled and took out two pieces of dragon fat incense and presented them to Chu Zhiyuan with both hands.
Chu Zhiyuan took it and looked at it, nodding with satisfaction.
They were all exchanged from Tianbaosili.
As expected of Baiyun Sword Palace, one of the four major sects, fifty fifth-grade skills can be produced at the drop of a hat.
Think again about yourself.
If he hadn't taken the opportunity to sew the emperor's wool, he would never be in the realm he is today, and he would still be struggling in the innate realm.
"With this batch of dragon fat incense, I hope it can reach the fifth heaven." Chu Zhiyuan looked at the dragon fat incense in his hand and was not so sure.
The effect of dragon fat incense will fade, and the first level of Dragon Transformation Technique has its limit.
If the meridians reach the limit, no matter how much dragon fat incense is used, it will be useless.
The difficulty of promotion to Grandmaster is indeed much higher than that of Xiantian Realm.
He turned the fifth level of bone refining in the Dragon Transformation Art to the first level of pulse refining.
The scent of dragon fat incense quickly blended into the scent of Dragon Transformation Technique.
Run Yuxu Sword Sect's Pulse Cleansing Technique, destroy the meridians and then use the Dragon Transformation Technique to repair them. During the cycle, it absorbs the scent of dragon fat and continuously strengthens the meridians.
He kept worrying that he would reach his limit at any time.
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An elegant room in Mingyue Building.
Inside the room was Chu Zhiyuan, and sitting side by side with him was Huang Shirong.
A faint fragrance lingers in the house.
Wen Qianqian and Xu Mengyu sat across from each other, serving tea and water. After the food was served, they ate while looking at the two people opposite.
Chu Zhiyuan held a yellowed booklet. There was no cover, just twelve pages. The corners were torn but did not affect the content.
On each page is a sword practice diagram.
Chu Zhiyuan looked through it and simulated it in his mind.
After flipping through the twelve pages, Chu Zhiyuan put down the yellowed thin book: "The remaining volume?"
"It's a fragment, but the twelve styles of swordsmanship are extremely profound and have never been understood."
"Is this a sword technique?" Chu Zhiyuan said.
Huang Shirong was startled.
Chu Zhiyuan said: "Twelve variations of one move."
If he might not be able to see it before Baiyun Sword Monument enlightened him, now he can see through the reality at a glance.
The existence of countless swordsmanship in his mind made him unconsciously improve his realm and vision of swordsmanship, and he could see through the mystery and reality of this move at a glance.
"...One move, so it can't be executed in succession?" Huang Shirong hesitated: "I can't connect it all the time. It's just a little bit close to being able to connect it!"
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said: "It's not that it can't be coherent. It depends on how coherent it is... Let's try it."
"Yes, let's learn from each other." Wen Qianqian's eyes suddenly lit up, and she hurriedly pushed the table to the wall to make way for an open space.
Chu Zhiyuan thought for a while, took a chopstick and said with a smile: "I'll make a move, Hall Master Huang, you take the move."
"Okay." Huang Shirong also took a chopstick.
Chu Zhiyuan suddenly stabbed her between the eyebrows.
Huang Shirong leaned to the side and stabbed him in the chest with her chopsticks.
Chu Zhiyuan stepped on her foot, moved three feet to her left side, and stabbed her left eye with the chopsticks.
Huang Shirong dodged again and attacked his chest at the same time.
Chu Zhiyuan turned around and stabbed again, like a crab, stabbing his heart with chopsticks.
Huang Shirong dodged and stabbed again and again.
Chu Zhiyuan turned around and stabbed her in the shoulder with his chopsticks.
Each time his speed was one minute faster than the last time, getting faster and faster, until Huang Shirong couldn't avoid it, and was finally stabbed in the shoulder.
Her shoulders ached and the chopsticks fell on the table.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said: "Is this considered coherent?"
Huang Shirong shook his head slightly and nodded again.
Chu Zhiyuan's sword moves were very strange. They were coherent but not truly coherent, but their power was astonishing.
"Take one of the moves first, and the remaining eleven moves will change according to the situation. These twelve moves are actually variations of one move."
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said: "Because they come from the same source, I always feel that there is an internal connection. It seems that if I capture this internal connection, I can connect them together."
"Exactly!" Huang Shirong nodded vigorously.
Chu Zhiyuan said: "The different variations of this move are to deal with different situations. Some stab at the chest, some at the ribs, and some at the center of the brow. The moves also vary slightly depending on the location."< br>
Huang Shirong read it carefully.
Even though I have read it countless times.
Looking back at it now, the feeling is completely different.
It was as if a man was assuming twelve postures, preparing to attack. If you think about it this way, you will suddenly become enlightened.
Chu Zhiyuan said: "The power of this sword technique is amazing. It is a very good sword manual, but it is a pity that it is missing a few swords."
"The power of these twelve swords is already strong enough." Huang Shirong said with a smile.
It's just a fragment of music. Why can't I put it down? I've been researching it for several years with no results and I still haven't put it down. It's because of its overwhelming power.
Just one sword is already extremely powerful.
If the twelve swords can be connected together, they will naturally be stronger, so I have been studying hard, but I didn't expect that I have reached a dead end.
These twelve swords turned out to be just twelve variations.
It's like a layer of window paper that can't be broken through.
But Chu Zhiyuan saw through it at a glance.
Chu Zhiyuan said: "After the first sword, if you can use the second sword, the power will be even greater, and then the third sword... the power is superimposed layer by layer, exquisite! It is indeed exquisite!"
The first sword, and then the second sword, are continuously used, and the power is superimposed layer by layer. Finally, when the twelfth sword is reached, it is at least three times as powerful as the first sword.
If you use it yourself, the power will be even more amazing.
Acting according to the method of the Great Avalanche Sword Technique, condensing all the power around the body every time, and then using the Earth Element Technique to recover, it feels satisfying just thinking about it.
"This swordsmanship is like a snowball." Chu Zhiyuan said: "It's a pity that it has no name."
"How about we call it Snowball Sword Art?" Wen Qianqian said with a smile.
Xu Mengyu pursed her lips and smiled.
"Okay, laugh at me!" Wen Qianqian immediately went to tickle her.
Xu Mengyu dodged, and the two of them moved around the room in pursuit like butterflies in flowers, their white clothes fluttering gracefully.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and nodded: "Snowball's swordsmanship is too...cute."
"What's that called?" Wen Qianqian stopped and asked.
Xu Mengyu smiled and said: "It's better to call it Bichao Sword Jue."
"This is good!" Wen Qianqian clapped her hands and said with a smile: "As expected of Senior Sister Xu, this name is elegant!"
Huang Shirong said: "Then let's call it Bichao Sword Jue."
"Not a bad name." Chu Zhiyuan smiled.
Huang Shirong put away the sword manual.
She was accustomed to Chu Zhiyuan's understanding and was not surprised at all.
Wen Qianqian saw that Huang Shirong had stopped talking and was a little cold, so she took the initiative to tell some interesting things.
There are too many interesting things happening in Zhenwu Division now.
Because Yujing City is the busiest right now, too many masters are rushing over, and too many masters from the Zhenwu Division have been transferred back.
When there are more people, there are more and more weird things and people.
Some things sound incredible and unimaginable, such as someone hanging himself upside down while drinking and peeing because he lost a bet.
Some people call people "girly" when they meet on the street. They are obsessed with practicing Qigong and have hallucinations.
There is a master who kowtows to everyone he meets on the street, saying that he is getting rid of his delusions in order to become a great master.
In short, there are many kinds of things, and there are countless strange people and things.
The Zhenwu Division was extremely busy.
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It was already midnight when Chu Zhiyuan and the others left Mingyue Tower.
Although Huang Shirong was taciturn, Xu Mengyu also praised Wen Qianqian, making the meal very lively.
Chu Zhiyuan kept smiling.
After saying goodbye outside Mingyue Tower, when Chu Zhiyuan returned to Prince Qing's Mansion, he found Feng Xi waiting outside the mansion. When he saw him coming back, he hurriedly greeted him.
"Your Majesty, the young prince from Duke Anguo's Mansion came over in the evening and asked you to come over."
Chu Zhiyuan nodded, went to the palace, changed his clothes, and then went to Duke Anguo's palace.
The concierge of Duke Anguo's Mansion opened the door directly.
He turned around the screen wall and came to the front hall. Xiao Ruoyu had already greeted him: "Brother-in-law, the eldest sister is waiting in the back garden."
Chu Zhiyuan then came to the back garden.
Clusters of lanterns in the back garden are like the bright moon in the night sky, making the back garden look dreamlike and yet bright.
He floated and landed on the boat.
The boat was brightly lit.
In the boat, Xiao Ruoling was reading a book.
Under the light, she was crystal clear and warm, like a white jade beauty.
She has a beautiful face, her bright eyes are deep and blurred, and she is deep in thought.
(End of chapter)