Xuanxia

Chapter 653 Sword Manual
"Sir, please go slowly."

Outside the main gate of the Wulin League... no, it should be said that the Xuan League was standing outside the main gate. Hua Wuying bowed deeply to Wen Renjun.

Wen Renjun waved his hand casually and climbed onto the carriage with the help of a clerk.

The night was still dark as the carriage drove away - as for those gangsters who came to snatch the secret book, they had already been taken away by the Luoyi defenders.

After all, they just have a large number of people, their cultivation is not strong, and they are still a mob. They don't have much power to resist against the real elite soldiers and armor.

The carriage sped away. Hua Wuying slowly stood up and sighed softly.

"How about it?"

Feng Ren walked over slowly and asked softly.

"Very good." Hua Wuying regained his gentle smile on his face: "Next, the prefect will protect us."

"Oh?"

Feng Ren's eyes lit up and he lowered his voice: "Is this Wen so kind? He must be a good person!"

"Haha, after all, this place is under his jurisdiction." Hua Wuying smiled slightly: "If there is any problem, it will not be a good thing for the prefect."

"Makes sense."

Feng Ren waved his hand and said, "Okay, you don't have to worry about what happened today. I'll make some good swords later. If there are any more enemies invading, you will be better able to deal with them."

Hua Wuying chuckled and bowed to him: "Thank you, Master Feng."

"Speaking of this." Feng Ren patted his shoulder vigorously and grinned, "Do a good job. I believe in you!"

Behind him, at the gate, there was a group of young disciples guarding.

Those who can stand here are naturally those who were not too seriously injured in the previous battle.

Looking at them, Hua Wuying's smile faded slightly, and he felt his shoulders becoming heavier.

"Big brother."

At this time, a female disciple in the crowd whispered: "What should we do next?"

"...What do you think?" Hua Wuying asked back.

A group of young disciples looked at each other, their expressions somewhat bewildered.

"Don't be afraid, just say it." Hua Wuying said again.

Then, a fellow apprentice in the crowd stood up and said in a deep voice: "Big Brother, I want to see the secret book. We are too weak and need to learn more."

"Ah."

Hua Wuying didn't comment, and turned his gaze to the others: "What about you?"

"Me too." Another person echoed: "We... want to learn more."

"Yes, me too!" A junior sister responded, "We can't always have the senior brother rushing to the front!"

"We also need to learn more and better sword techniques!"

"I think so!"

At once, everyone spoke up in response.

"it is good."

Hua Wuying smiled slightly and said, "Please inform everyone that from now on, all the secret books in the library will be available for everyone to read at will."

"Really?!" Everyone's eyes lit up.

"of course."

Hua Wuying smiled and said, "Now we can only rely on ourselves. Only when we become stronger will the road ahead be easier. But there is one thing."

At this point, he said solemnly: "It is not the case that the more martial arts books you read, the better, nor is it the case that you can learn everything. If you have picked out a book you like, you must come and ask me. As long as it is suitable for you, no matter how rare the book is, I will not stop you from learning it."

"But if it is really not suitable for you, Senior Brother, please do not resent me in your heart if I do not allow you to learn it."

After saying this, everyone laughed, and someone laughed loudly: "Of course, the eldest brother won't harm us!"

Hua Wuying chuckled and nodded.

This is also the only way he can think of at the moment to make his group stronger.

Next spring, when the Xuanmeng Ceremony is held, a new leader will take over this place. By then, all the secret books and classics will belong to others. I and these fellow junior brothers and sisters will only become vassals of others. If I want to learn anything again, I will have to rely on others.

You must take advantage of this time to learn more and more.

The leader of Xuanmeng is not eternal.

As long as I am strong enough, one day I will take this place back!
"In that case, I'll go to the library and sort it out a bit."

He said to everyone, "Don't follow me. Go back and rest first. I'll go take a look and then I'll go to sleep too."

"Yes." Everyone responded.

Hua Wuying watched his fellow apprentices leave and let out a long sigh. "Hold on!"

He whispered to himself: "Now, I must hold on!"

The night wind was getting colder, but Hua Wuying felt a little hot in his heart.

Soon, he arrived at the library. As soon as he entered, he saw more than a dozen tables in the hall, each of which was piled with books.

In fact, the second time the outlaws came to set fire and intend to rob property, they had already begun to sort out the things in the library.

It's too unsafe to keep these secrets here.

Hua Wuying planned to temporarily transfer them to some more secret places, and move them out again after the Xuanmeng Ceremony.

I just didn’t expect that before I had time to move...this incident happened today.

Hua Wuying let out a light breath, quickly regained his spirit, and stood in front of the dozen or so tables.

Many years ago, Jiang Baichuan collected hundreds of secret books, some of which may have even included some he collected when he was the head of Xiyu Pavilion.

In order to hone his knowledge of swordsmanship, Jiang Baichuan once vowed to read all the sword manuals in the world.

In the past, he was not able to acquire very advanced swordsmanship, but in recent years, he not only learned the method of sword soul clone from Ning Baimei, but also got a lot of Zhenxian Palace swordsmanship secrets from Fu Qingzhou before the Qianlong Hundred Heroes Conference.

At this moment, these sword manuals were lying quietly in front of Hua Wuying.

He also learned a hundred sword techniques.

This is a sword technique that returns to simplicity and was created by Jiang Baichuan. The principle is very simple, which is to learn enough sword techniques, extract their essence, and then integrate them step by step, extract them again, and integrate them again... In the end, you will get a sword technique that is unique among the hundreds of sword manuals and is extremely simple.

Jiang Baichuan hasn't reached that stage yet.

At least compared to true sword masters like Ning Baimei and Long Dabei, he still has a long way to go.

But no matter what, he was able to earn the name "Hundred-Armed Sword Immortal" and be called invincible under Xuanxing. His knowledge of hundreds of sword techniques naturally contributed a lot.

For many years, Hua Wuying was unable to enter this door.

Before breaking through the sixth realm, although he had a deep understanding of swordsmanship, he was still standing on the shoulders of his teacher. All those principles were taught to him by Jiang Baichuan, and he was just copying.

It was not until he gained enlightenment in Lingjing Sect and Wanghu, created the Zhuilang Sword Technique, and broke through the sixth realm, that Hua Wuying truly mastered the art of swordsmanship.

Now he can begin to truly practice the art of swordsmanship.

Although Jiang Baichuan had already summarized the relevant essence, in the end, he still had to experience it himself.

Although he told his fellow junior brothers and sisters that “we’ll go to sleep after taking a look”, how could he possibly sleep?

His fellow junior brothers and sisters wanted to become stronger, so did he.

Isn't the heat in his heart the urge to become stronger?

Hua Wuying reached out and picked up a sword manual and opened it.

Liufeng sword technique.

This is the set of sword manuals that he is most familiar with, and it was also created for him by Jiang Baichuan.

Now, he wants to read it again.

At dawn, the sun was at its zenith, then it set in the west and the moon hung on the branches. The oil lamp in the library also dimmed and brightened.

Hua Wuying sat on the ground. There were fewer and fewer sword manuals on the table, but more and more sword manuals that he had read were around him.

There was a lunch box not far away. I don’t know which junior fellow student sent it. It looked like it had already gone cold, but it had never been opened.

After flipping through a sword manual, Hua Wuying slowly stood up, let out a light breath, raised his hand and picked up the iron sword that he had placed aside at some point.

In the empty hall, he was wielding the iron sword alone. His figure was like a swimming dragon, and the sword light flickered.

The sword wind became stronger and stronger, then gradually subsided. Hua Wuying put away the iron sword, bent down to pick up the sword manual on the ground, and his face became a little confused.

"why?"

He murmured, "In the book of swordsmanship, it is said that the essence of this sword technique is the word 'steady', but when I read it and practiced it myself, I found it to be 'fast'?"

At this moment, a low and hoarse voice suddenly came from behind him.

"It doesn't matter whether it's steady or fast, it's what you read from it."

"If we know hundreds of sword techniques and have gathered the strengths of hundreds of schools, why should we stick to just one sword and one manual?"

Hua Wuying was shocked and turned his head suddenly.

I saw a person walking slowly in the shadow that the light of the oil lamp could not reach.

He is tall, with loose white hair, and his gloomy eyes are like the dark night that no light can ever penetrate.

If this isn’t Jiang Baichuan, then who else could it be?

(End of this chapter)