Sword drawn from the constellations, poison as its edge.

Chapter 77 Hanging Clouds
Ghostly claws of the underworld?

Jiang Mingzhe was slightly taken aback, thinking to himself, "Isn't this the movie version of Kung Fu? It's not in the original novel, is it?"

However, he quickly dismissed the thought.

Books are limited, but the world is boundless. The Xingxiu School has dozens or even hundreds of kung fu styles, let alone the prestigious Xiaoyao School.
Whether it's Li Qiushui or Wuyazi, are they like Duan Yu, only knowing a few martial arts techniques?

Leaving aside the distant past, just consider the Immortal Sword Dance that generations of Wuliang Swordsmen have dreamed of. It at least proves that Wuyazi and Li Qiushui knew swordsmanship. But what is this swordsmanship called?
Just as Jiang Mingzhe was thinking this, Azi immediately told him, "Besides the White Rainbow Palm and Ghost Claw, there's another skill called the Hanging Cloud Sword Technique. Do you want to learn it, Big Jiang?"

Jiang Mingzhe's spirits lifted: "Study!"

Duan Yu agreed from the side, saying, "The sword is the weapon of a gentleman, and you should learn it, brother! Moreover, since this sword technique is named Chuiyun, it might be related to the Beiming Divine Art."

He shook his head and recited: "In the Northern Ocean there is a fish, its name is Kun. It transforms into a bird, its name is Peng. Its back is like Mount Tai, its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky. It soars up ninety thousand miles on the whirlwind!"

Azi exclaimed in surprise, "You little clown..."

"Senior Sister!" Jiang Mingzhe frowned and called out in a low voice.

Azi was taken aback, then heard Jiang Mingzhe say, "Duan Yu is my sworn brother. He is a bold and brave man. When he saved Zhong Ling, it was my sworn brother who risked his life to attract Yun Zhonghe's attention. At that time, he didn't even know martial arts. How dangerous was that?"

"Wait!" Azi suddenly interrupted. Jiang Mingzhe thought she was going to question Duan Yu's claim that he didn't know martial arts, but Azi glared at him and said, "You big piece of ginger, how do you know that brat's name?"

Huh? Jiang Mingzhe was taken aback.

Azi started breathing heavily through her nose and looked at Zhong Ling suspiciously.

Zhong Ling immediately blushed: "I...I...I didn't tell him my name."

"Wait a minute, didn't you say that yourself?" Jiang Mingzhe suddenly realized something and glared at Azi: "Didn't you shout that Zhong Ling, we're here to save you?"

Azi blinked, then glared at him again: "Hmph, I just said it casually, and you actually remembered it?"

Zhong Ling retorted angrily, "Hey! Why can't you remember my name? Zhong Ling Yu Xiu, it's so easy to remember!"

"Don't interrupt!" Azi snapped.

"Don't interrupt me!" Jiang Mingzhe said sternly, "Let's talk about Duan Yu first. He and I are sworn brothers, he's one of us. Senior Sister shouldn't call him some clown!"

Seeing that Jiang Mingzhe's face had darkened, Azi didn't dare to make a fuss anymore and said sullenly, "Alright, alright, why are you being so fierce? I'll just call him Young Master Duan."

Duan Yu now knows that the junior sister Jiang Mingzhe mentioned before is the senior sister he is now. He thinks that they are a perfect match and he hopes that they won't cause any unpleasantness because of him. What's the big deal if a man is called an ugly monster a few times?

She quickly smoothed things over, saying, "It's alright, it's alright. All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows. Emptiness is form, and form is emptiness. Young Master Duan is just a clown, and the clown is just Young Master Duan. Miss Zi can call him whatever she wants."

Azi forbade him to call her "senior sister," but after hearing Zhong Ling call Azi "Zi girl," he called her "Zi lady."

Having gained a way out, Azi found Duan Yu much more agreeable and smiled, saying, "Young Master Duan, no wonder my junior brother wants to be your brother. It turns out you're not only kind-hearted but also a poet. What you said earlier about everything being just a mirage sounded quite good. However, when it comes to poetry, you should really learn from your elder brother."

Duan Yu was overjoyed and said, "My elder brother is also a poet? Then I would like to compose a poem with him!" A Zi immediately perked up and wanted to introduce the poems of the talented scholar from Qufu and Jujiu. Jiang Mingzhe knew that things were going to go wrong as soon as he saw her expression, so he quickly stopped her: "Alright, alright, there's no rush to compose poems. Let's talk about the Chuiyun Sword Technique first."

Azi, unsuspecting, pointed to a stack of bronze mirrors beside her: "Look, behind these mirrors is the Chuiyun Sword Technique. I've taken a few glances at it, and it's far superior to our sect's Spirit Serpent Sword Technique. Let's study it together."

Although Duan Yu had resolved to learn martial arts, his ingrained habits were hard to break. Hearing them talk about martial arts, he couldn't help but yawn. His eyes wandered aimlessly, and when he suddenly saw the jade statue, he exclaimed in surprise, "Oh dear, I forgot to put the fairy sister's house back to its original state. With so many bloody corpses lying here, the fairy sister will definitely not be happy!"

Jiang Mingzhe said, "Brother, I'll clean up with you."

Duan Yu quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, no, it's fine for you and your senior sister to study martial arts. I'll do these small things myself. I'd be happy to help the fairy sister clean and tidy her house."

After saying this, he happily went to work. At this moment, he had abundant internal strength and felt that he had inexhaustible strength. Despite his fear, he carried the two corpses and walked outside.

There were a few people in the outer stone chamber who had not yet died from poisoning, but they were all killed by A Zi when Jiang Mingzhe and Duan Yu were practicing their skills.

Seeing Zhong Ling still standing to the side, A Zi felt annoyed and shouted, "You brat, are you standing here imitating a statue? If you have nothing to do, go help Young Master Duan with his work."

Zhong Ling said aggrievedly, "My pressure points have been acupunctured, and I can't even lift my hands. How am I supposed to work?"

As she spoke, she lowered her head, tears falling drop by drop to the ground.

Seeing her pitiful state, and recalling how attentive she had been to him during the few days he was recuperating in Wanjie Valley, Azi couldn't help but soften her heart.

His tone softened a bit: "Oh dear, I forgot you were acupunctured. Never mind, if I hadn't come to save you, I wouldn't have found these skills. Everyone has a share, so you can learn this sword technique too. But the Netherworld Ghost Hand and White Rainbow Palm will be our signature moves from now on, so don't count on them."

Zhong Ling was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly: "I am so grateful that you let me learn this sword technique. You are so kind, Zi Yatou."

They were both illegitimate daughters of Lao Duan. Although they were unaware of this relationship, they were naturally close. Seeing her overjoyed, A Zi smiled slightly and thought to herself that this brat was easy to coax. If a wooden person were here, she would definitely say a lot of unpleasant things.

He then gestured for Zhong Ling to squat down beside him, and the three of them studied the martial arts behind the bronze mirror together.

Jiang Mingzhe counted them; there were a total of thirty-six bronze mirrors. Eight of them recorded the Netherworld Ghost Claw, ten recorded the White Rainbow Palm Technique, and eighteen recorded the Hanging Cloud Sword Technique.

This sword technique was incredibly profound. Even with Azi's intelligence and Jiang Mingzhe's knowledge, they were still confused and would occasionally get up to demonstrate and discuss it. While listening, Zhong Ling would occasionally offer a few thoughts.

After half a day, everyone felt thirsty and hungry, but they still hadn't figured out a single thing in the bronze mirror.

Jiang Mingzhe was so hungry that he felt dizzy and lightheaded. He stood up and said, "Forget it. There's no rush to learn swordsmanship. Let's eat something, rest, and then we can start learning later."

After saying that, he picked up his basket and led the two women out of the Sword Lake exit. Only then did he realize that it was already dawn. Duan Yu was digging a hole with the Shennong Gang's medicinal hoe, his head and body covered in mud.

Jiang Mingzhe wanted to advise him not to waste his energy, but then he thought that Duan Yu would definitely not allow the Fairy Sister's door to be full of corpses. If they were thrown into the lake, how could the lake water be drunk again?
He ignored him and started a fire, roasting some of the leftover rations from the Shennong Gang to eat.

While eating, he pointed out the West Peak and told Azi about the hanging sword in the cave and the colorful shadows cast by the moon. Upon hearing this, Azi became excited and jumped up, saying, "Big Ginger, let's go treasure hunting!"

(End of this chapter)