My enemies became my companions

Chapter 39 This is not my trick
In Chen Yi's courtyard.

A flying dove is circling in the air.

The evening mist was thick and the capital city was shrouded in a yellow gloom. The outlines of pavilions and towers became blurred, and along with them, the boundary between humans and ghosts also became blurred.

Min Ning was sober now. She shook her head and raised her hand to catch the pigeon.

Chen Yi asked:

"Is that your sister?"

Min Ning nodded, took out the note, read it and handed it to Chen Yi.

"For you."

Chen Yi took it and looked at it. It read: There is a ghost in Huaishui Village outside the western suburbs of the capital. Please ask the thousand households to eliminate it. This is also the intention of Lord Lin. Don't leave Lou behind.

This is also what Lord Lin meant... It seems that Wu Yonglou decided to join the Lin Party ever since he was warned by the Queen Mother that night.

Even so, this was the first request Wu Yonglou made to himself after they reached a cooperation agreement.

Although that night, I did nothing except taking Min Ming's first kiss.

Come to think of it, Min Ning probably doesn’t know about this.

"What are you looking at me doing?"

Min Ning noticed his gaze and asked.

Chen Yi smiled and shook his head, changing the subject:

"Now, it's time to teach me that knife move."

Min Ning snorted coldly and pulled out the Wuzaonian from his waist.

Holding the hilt of the knife, she said seriously:

"The so-called "one sword has its reason" means, first, to have no distracting thoughts when striking, and second, to grasp the trick of luck, the flow of true qi, which meridians to flow through, which acupoints to impact. The action of striking is just a move, and the inner meaning is the true intention. The move is the surface, like a military flag fluttering in the wind, and the true intention is the inner, like thousands of troops under the military flag.

Quick-learning martial arts, such as Zhao Zilong's Eighteen Spears, do not emphasize true meaning, but only the moves. Even if you can master it in three or four months, it will be difficult to make any progress in the future. Difficult martial arts, on the other hand, emphasize true meaning more than moves. Once you have mastered it, you will be a master. As Zhou Jianjia of Yinjian Mountain said, "If there is true meaning in the sword, it can defeat three hundred soldiers."

Chen Yi listened to Min Ning's detailed explanation of the principle of this knife and felt that it was a bit long-winded, so he said directly:
"Let's get straight to the point."

Min Ning frowned and said:
"How can one become a master if one is impatient and eager for success?"

Chen Yi smiled and said:

"I'll just be the expert behind Young Master Min."

When Min Ning heard these meaningful words, he glared at him fiercely.

"Then listen carefully. The Qi flows first to the Qi Hai point, then up to the Shen Que point, and then flows along the Shao Yang San Jiao Meridian of the Hand..."

As he spoke, Min Ning moved his feet, the knife moving with his body, then he held his breath, and slashed across the air.

A strong wind washed over Chen Yi's face after the knife flashed past, causing his skirt to flutter.

After the drill, Min Ning sheathed his sword, raised his chin, and said with some pride:
"Come on, try it. You'll know how difficult it is if you try it. If you're so eager to succeed, why don't you ask me to demonstrate it again? I want to see how you can imitate others."

Chen Yi drew his sword from its sheath, turned his head to look at the panel, and said with a smile:

"It's really difficult."

As the words fell, Chen Yi's mind moved slightly.

Without hesitation, he injected twenty years of true energy into it.

[You learned the "Destroying Wind and Cutting Rain" from Min Ning. Her understanding shocked you. You have also seen the power of this sword. No one in the same realm can take this sword unless they specialize in physical training.]

[You spent five years comprehending this sword, drawing and retracting the sword over and over again. Your moves are exactly the same as Min Ning's, but you still can't do it exactly the same as Min Ning.]

[Five years later, you have invested a lot of time but gained nothing. You no longer interrupt the practice of this sword, but when you don't have the sword, you gradually grasp the true meaning of it. Three months later, you hold the sword again, and you can really destroy the wind and rain, just like Min Ning did at that time.]

[Another five years passed. You sometimes practiced hard, sometimes slacked off, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. But in this rhythm, you gradually realized the truth of the knife, and you understood more than Min Ning.]

[In the twentieth year, spring crushes the wind, summer cuts the rain, autumn kills the leaves, winter blows the snow, and it is another spring. The four seasons rotate, and the world is unpredictable. This sword is no longer limited to crushing the wind and cutting the rain. There is a true meaning in it. You want to speak but forget to speak. Only then do you understand that the true meaning has reached your heart, and your sword skills have reached perfection.]

【Destroying the Wind and Cutting the Rain (Perfect Perfection)】

[Remaining True Qi: 130 years]

Chen Yi tightly grasped the Embroidered Spring Knife in his hand, slightly bent his body, and imitated Min Ning, moving his feet around to find the energy and trying to strike with the knife for the first time.

Min Ning saw this imitation and said in a conscientious manner:
"This sword is called 'Destroying the Wind'. It focuses on the true meaning rather than the technique, so it is extremely difficult to master quickly. One cannot afford to be impatient. I have just created this move and it is not yet perfect. Once it is perfected, I will name it 'Destroying the Wind and Cutting the Rain' and write it down in a sword manual. I believe that when it is perfected, even a violent storm can be cut off with one sword. Cut... cut..."

boom!
A strong wind suddenly howled, like a dragon leaping into the abyss. When the knife flashed, the sky and earth in front of him were faintly separated by a thin line. The cut air turned into wind and rushed to both sides, hitting the water tank on the side and making a buzzing sound like a huge bell in a temple.

Young Master Min was stunned at first by his smug expression, then his eyes widened in shock, his wrist subconsciously pressing on the hilt of the knife.

After performing the knife himself, Chen Yi sheathed the knife and exclaimed with satisfaction:
"This sword is pretty good. If I meet Huang Liuqing from Bailiu Sect again, I can use this sword to kill him. It's still unknown who will win." Min Ning could kill Luosha Li, who was in the same realm, with just one sword. If he could perfect this sword, he might be able to kill two people in the same realm.

Young Master Min lowered his hand from the hilt of the knife and said incredulously:

"Where did you learn this knife?"

Chen Yi looked at Min Ning, blinked and said:
"You, didn't you teach me?"

Min Ning widened his eyes and said:
"I taught you?... This, this isn't my move?!"

The true meaning of this sword is more than just destroying the wind and rain... It is clearly several levels higher than my own sword!
How could I achieve this if I used the same knife?

Min Ning was secretly complaining in his heart, his mind was full of black lines.

Looking at the astonished Min Ning, Chen Yi instantly understood something and wanted to tease her. He patted her shoulder and said with a smile:
"Sorry, I helped you practice until you're perfect."

Hearing this, Min Ning was almost angry to the point of vomiting blood. He was first surprised, then shocked, and finally, after pondering for a while, he suddenly understood and fell silent, with nothing to say.

The skill of this knife was learned from the killing of twenty-one people in the rainy alley at night.

It's normal for him to surpass his teacher, but he has reached such a level in such a short time... What kind of martial arts talent does he have?
Min Ning gave a bitter smile. He had originally wanted him to become his disciple, but now it seemed that it would be good enough if he didn't make him his disciple.

Chen Yi wanted to laugh when he saw her dejected look, but even so, he did not underestimate Min Ning's talent.

I used a cheat to perform this knife attack, but Min Ning relied on his talent.

"Okay... let's talk about my grandfather then."

Min Ning remembered the knife he had used and took the initiative to change the subject.

"I remember that your grandfather was implicated in the Prime Minister's case. The Prime Minister at the time was... Zhang Yan, the Prime Minister?"

The chief minister can also be called the prime minister.

"Twelve years ago, in the twenty-fourth year of Qingying, Prime Minister Zhang proposed to the late emperor the secret of immortality. The late emperor ordered my grandfather to lead a hundred Jinyiwei to search the world for some elixir of immortality. When my grandfather brought back the elixir, the ministers suddenly made a remonstrance and impeached Prime Minister Zhang for causing chaos in the government and being corrupt. The Prime Minister Case broke out, and Prime Minister Zhang fell, and my grandfather was also implicated."

"But my grandfather didn't have to die. Although he had received benefits from Prime Minister Zhang, he should have been dismissed at best. So my father always said that there was another hidden story behind this matter... Later, my father traveled around for this matter, but suddenly drowned during a mission... Two months later, my mother was heartbroken and followed my father."

As Min Ning talked about this, his voice gradually became hoarse.

"So, what's on your mind?"

Min Ning looked at Chen Yi and said seriously:

"My grandfather was most likely deliberately executed by the late emperor!"

"Your grandfather brought back the magic medicine, but the late emperor executed him. Why? Speaking of which, the late emperor was not really immortal, which means the magic medicine is fake?"

When Min Ning heard Chen Yi's question, he shook his head and said:

"I don't know either, so I want to know the truth. And after this incident, Lord Lin was appointed to the cabinet and became the second assistant. He was highly valued by the late emperor, and the Lin Party gradually formed."

"You mean, Elder Lin, who is the biggest beneficiary behind this, is the most suspicious?"

Chen Yi recalled that Elder Lin had become particularly keen on practicing Taoism since his sixtieth birthday.

"That's right... You are not a member of the Lin Party."

Min Ning asked after hesitating for a while.

"I'm just myself."

Chen Yi smiled and said:

"Maybe it's yours."

"Humph, you are so unserious."

Min Ning breathed a sigh of relief.

"So, what can you do?"

Having passed the level once, Chen Yi certainly has a way.

However, there is no point in saying it directly, and it may cause the plan to deviate, and Min Ning may not believe it.

So, Chen Yi thought about it and guided:
"Think about it, this is a place to pray for blessings and eliminate bandits and demons. Yin and Yang are mixed up, and people and ghosts are indistinguishable. If you want to understand the truth of what happened back then, what is the best way?"

Min Ning frowned and thought for a while.
"What method? What is the connection between the two?"

Chen Yi knocked on her door and said directly:
"Just ask your grandfather!"

"Ask my grandfather? He is no longer alive."

Seeing that Min Ning was even more confused, Chen Yi sighed and said:
"spiritualism!"

(End of this chapter)