Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 9 I have a set of mountain sword techniques that I can teach you
For a military general, a beloved warhorse is like his own flesh and blood.

Zhang Yuan was born into a family of Qin's military guards. His father inherited the family business, and his nature was to be a soldier, a comrade, and to defend his country.

When Zhang Yuan's father was alive, he talked about the glory of the Qin warriors and the duties of the Qin guards countless times.

One hundred thousand years ago, the Qin Dynasty, relying on the bravery of its ancestors and the invincible might of its army, swept across the world and unified the nine continents.

Thirty thousand years ago, immortals and demons descended, the Nine Continents collapsed, and all living beings were scattered.

Fairies and demons came to the world, evil spirits descended from the sky, 30 million Qin soldiers fought to the death, and nine Qin kings died outside the Great Wall in the north.

In the Qin Dynasty, there were warriors who fought against the immortals and dared to fight against the heavens. They would not regret dying in a hundred battles.

In the Qin Dynasty, the emperor led the troops and the royal family would not retreat even if all of them died.

In the Qin Dynasty, there were civil officials who died for their advice and military generals who died fighting.

Ten thousand years ago, the last King Wu of the Qin Dynasty died in battle, 300 million brave soldiers were killed, the Great Wall in the north was lost, the Qin territory of the Nine Continents fell apart, and only one continent remained.

For thousands of years, immortals and demons have invaded and evil spirits have attacked. The continent held by the Qin Dynasty has been continuously infiltrated and divided, splitting into five countries and three regions, and fighting has continued.

From what I have seen and heard since I was young, the Qin military guards will shed their last drop of blood for the Qin Dynasty and will never regret it even if they die.

At Zhang Yuan's age, he doesn't have much experience, and his blood is still hot.

The lobby was filled with gloom.

"Sir, I see there is a pond in the yard. We can fill it with water and catch all the fish and shrimps. It will provide enough food for a day..." Zhang Yuan raised his head slightly and spoke in a low voice.

On the way here, he was wondering if there was any way to find food.

While standing in the front yard, he carefully observed the pond, which was more than three meters in radius, for a long time.

There are fish.

Yu Lin looked at Zhang Yuan with a dazed look on his face. After a long moment, he whispered, "Zhang Yuan, do you think we can still hold on?"

Can you hold it?

For a hundred thousand years, the Qin Dynasty could lose land and its soldiers could die, but it never voluntarily gave up an inch of land.

The land of the Qin Dynasty was paved with the corpses of its soldiers, and not an inch of it could be given up.

Zhang Yuan didn't expect that Yu Lin, the commander-in-chief of the Red Scale Army and the highest-ranking general here, would ask him this question.

According to the military law of the Qin Dynasty, if a place is lost, the commander will be executed.

If Toyota County falls, the first person to die will be Yu Lin, the commander-in-chief of the Chilin Army!

"We must defend it even if we can't. My Great Qin has only lost cities, but never abandoned territories." Zhang Yuan straightened his body and spoke loudly.

It is the responsibility to defend the territory, this is the Qin law engraved in Zhang Yuan's bones.

"Yes, we cannot give up an inch of the Qin Dynasty's land." Yu Lin slowly clenched his hands on the table and whispered softly.

It seemed like he was talking to Zhang Yuan, but also like he was talking to himself.

The lobby was gloomy again.

"Zhang Yuan, you want me to teach you a technique, right?"

"How's the technique you're practicing now? Could you show it to me?"

A moment later, the voice of Commander Yu Lin was heard.

Perform it?
The middle stage of the acquired period at the age of sixteen.

Are your sword and boxing skills perfect enough to catch the attention of the governor?
Zhang Yuan's eyes flashed with brilliance and he clasped his fists in salute.

"promise."

Standing in the middle of a small courtyard no more than two meters in radius, Zhang Yuan held the scabbard at his waist with his left hand and slowly pressed the hilt with his right hand.

The moment he grasped the knife, his aura suddenly changed.

This is an indescribable state, and Zhang Yuan himself is not clear about it.

In front, Yu Lin, who was standing on the steps with his hands behind his back, had his eyes lit up.

“Clang—”

Zhang Yuan drew his long sword, took a half step forward with his left foot, and made a circle with the sword, slashing out horizontally.

The knife light is round and the blade is clear.

The knife is a good one, and the slash Zhang Yuan made shows the sharp and heavy characteristics of the knife.

With a slash of his body, Zhang Yuan rushed to the right and shouted: "Kill——"

The sword arced, and the cape whistled. Zhang Yuan's sword was swift, stepping forward to lift the sword, stepping back to chop, and turning to face the wind, each move was clean and sharp.

After practicing the eight moves, Zhang Yuan sheathed his sword and stood with his body bent.

"The cloak swordsmanship is perfect, great!" Yu Lin's eyes were shining, and he stroked his hands and spoke.

Yu Lin was a master of the Xiantian realm, so he could naturally see that Zhang Yuan's swordsmanship had reached perfection.

Looking Zhang Yuan up and down, Yu Lin showed a hint of satisfaction on his face.

"Sixteen years old, mid-stage post-natal stage, and great perfection in Cloak Blade Technique. Your martial arts talent is not inferior to those elites from aristocratic families."

Walking slowly forward, Yu Lin came in front of Zhang Yuan, reached out and grasped the hilt of the long sword at Zhang Yuan's waist, and drew the sword out of the sheath.

"Well, I have a set of mountain sword techniques that I can teach you."

"Watch it -"

Holding the knife in his hand, Zhang Yuan felt that Yu Lin in front of him had become one with the knife.

The blade slashed out, as if a mountain collapsed or thousands of horses galloped.

After Yu Lin finished his sword skills, he turned around and looked at Zhang Yuan who was standing there in a daze.

"How many moves did you remember?"

Zhang Yuan was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "I don't remember a single move."

Zhang Yuan admitted that he was not a martial arts genius.

He was really just an ordinary ninth-rank guard in Luyang Prefecture, the kind of ordinary person who should never be able to reach the middle stage of the acquired realm in his entire life.

Didn’t remember a trick?

Yu Lin frowned slightly.

It seems that although Zhang Yuan has talent, he is limited by his own knowledge and is unable to cultivate advanced skills.

What a pity that a good seedling was lost.

"Then tell me, what did you remember?" Yu Lin spoke again.

If Zhang Yuan really cannot cultivate the Mountain Sword Technique, it can only be said that he has no chance of inheriting his own legacy.

Zhang Yuan pondered for a moment, his mind empty, leaving only the feeling of watching Yu Lin perform the swordsmanship just now.

This is the feeling Zhang Yuan had after observing and realizing the enlightenment gained from cultivation extracted from Chaos and transformed into a long river of memory.

The scenes of several years of practice were condensed in an instant. Zhang Yuan could not see the specific moves clearly, only the impression revealed by those moves.

"Heavy, steep, and like a landslide. If I were standing before this sword, I wouldn't even have the courage to lift it..."

Zhang Yuan murmured.

Zhang Yuan's answer made Yu Lin's eyes sparkle.

What is true martial arts talent?

What Zhang Yuan showed was.

Even if you can't remember the specific moves, you may have your own insights and understanding of the moves.

At the level of the strong, what is fought for is no longer moves, but artistic conception, the artistic conception of martial arts revealed in those moves.

It was because Zhang Yuan had unimaginable talent in martial arts that he was able to feel the majestic artistic conception of Yu Lin's swordsmanship even though he couldn't see through his moves.

In fact, Yu Lin's swordsmanship is still far from reaching the level of artistic conception, it only has a rudimentary form.

This further demonstrates Zhang Yuan's extraordinary talent.

"Okay, okay, I'll perform it again. Watch carefully and remember as much as you can."

There was a hint of excitement in Yu Lin's voice.

He held a long knife in his hand and stabbed out slowly.

Zhang Yuan had come back to his senses by now and whispered softly, "Chaos, assist in the battle."

In an instant, a dark beam of light appeared above Yu Lin's head in front of him.

The line of Yu Lin's knife, his footsteps, and his figure were all covered by countless dotted grids.

A bead of enlightenment shattered and turned into illusory light and shadow, condensing in front of Yu Lin.

(End of this chapter)