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Chapter 78 Shortcut (Seeking first subscription!)
Fang Yunhua stared blankly at a bare stone wall.

He is thinking.

Reflecting on the reasons for his defeat, especially considering that he thought he had mastered the true essence of martial arts, why he collapsed the moment he chose to defend, he was certain that he would never make such a huge mistake as losing his composure during the battle.

So where is the problem?
"Brother Fang lost! Brother Fang lost! Big Brother is still the best, lulululululu!"

I'll fuck your mother's selling fried dough twists!
Fang Yunhua looked at Xue Xiaoren, who was starting to go crazy, speechless.

The other party was clearly taking advantage of his feigned ignorance to ridicule him.

When it comes to shamelessness, he had to admire Xue Xiaoren. Even though he had exposed Xue Xiaoren's true colors, Xue Xiaoren still managed to keep up the act. Or perhaps, over the years, Xue Xiaoren's acting had made him oblivious to the world around him.

Thus, he truly incorporated a part of his foolish nature.

At this moment, Xue Xiaoren was still raising his hands, laughing shrilly while constantly shaking the small bell on his wrist. The jingling sound annoyed Fang Yunhua.

Judging from the other person's joyful and excited appearance, it would be perfectly fitting to play the song "You came from Dandong to give me a city of snow, I want to eat Cantonese food".

"Second brother, that's enough." Only after Xue Yiren spoke did Xue Xiaoren finally stop his madness, only sucking his thumb and occasionally letting out a strange giggle towards Fang Yunhua.

Xue Yiren had no interest in his foolish younger brother and began to seriously teach Fang Yunhua.

"It's very good that you can grasp the essence of the Thirteen Styles of Gentle Breeze."

Just this first sentence was enough to make Xue Xiaoren, who was still giggling, so jealous that his eyes were practically glowing green. After all, this was almost the highest praise he had ever heard Xue Yi say.

"But that's the essence of the Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng, not yours. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing that you were able to master this top-level sword technique so quickly."

"what do you mean?"

"Mastering the Thirteen Forms of Qingfeng means you have entered the realm of no moves, because this sword technique is a shortcut to no moves. But after you get rid of this sword technique, can you still maintain this level of understanding when you use other sword techniques?"
Similarly, because you are highly compatible with the Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng, after mastering its essence in a short time, you can use it in actual combat at will. However, once you are bound by your mind, the essence you have mastered will have loopholes.

And even someone like you can no longer perfectly maintain that seemingly nonexistent, seemingly real yet seemingly illusory state when using the Thirteen Styles of Gentle Breeze.

That's why you just lost.

A true swordsman must have his own will.

Whether you aim for the state of no-form or grasp the true meaning of the Thirteen Forms of the Gentle Breeze, it's like opening a shortcut for you. That's why I said I don't know if this top-tier sword technique is a good thing or a bad thing for you.

Fang Yunhua nodded and then fell into deep thought.

He understood the meaning behind the other person's words. As a swordsman, one must control the sword, not the other way around. The quality of the Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng is so high that those who learn this move unconsciously become accustomed to the sword controlling the person.

Clearly, Xue Yiren had higher expectations for himself. He hoped to achieve a level where he could fight Xue Yiren with all his might, rather than being trapped in place by the Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng.

"You still have time, no need to rush." ​​Looking at Fang Yunhua who was deep in thought, Xue Yiren offered a rare word of comfort.

He didn't inquire about the other party's icy internal energy characteristics, as his experience in the martial world naturally told him that the Huashan Sect did not possess such internal energy. Furthermore, considering the difficulty of clearing away the other party's force with sword energy, he understood that the other party had other opportunities in private.

Therefore, he didn't need to give the other party any pointers in this regard. His true intention was to face a swordsman of the same level, not someone with exceptional internal energy. Otherwise, wouldn't it have been more convenient for him to seek out Shi Guanyin or Shui Mu Yin Ji? Hearing this, Fang Yunhua, who had been somewhat agitated, gradually regained his composure.

Xue Xiaoren, standing to the side, was ecstatic. After all, when had his older brother ever offered him such words of comfort? Even though it was just eight words, it was a recognition that Xue Xiaoren had been longing for.

"To truly understand your own meaning, you need more experience to gain some inspiration. Although the Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng is a shortcut, it's not something that just any genius can master."

You can continue to solidify this path, but you can't become too dependent on it.

Perhaps there is a way to step out of your comfort zone.

For example, create your own unique "Fourteen Styles of Gentle Breeze".

Xue Yiren said this very casually, as if he were hungry in the morning and couldn't buy breakfast, so he would try his best to learn how to cook and make it for himself in the future.

Fang Yunhua didn't think the other party's suggestion was too difficult, because he had already been thinking about the possibility of creating the Qingfeng Fourteen Styles, but with his current martial arts foundation, he was not yet able to overcome this difficulty.

Xue Yiren was clearly even more satisfied to see that Fang Yunhua had taken his words to heart and had not shown the kind of frustrated expression that only a mediocre person would have.

He then offered another piece of advice.

"You can actually learn to master sword energy now, which might give you some inspiration for understanding yourself."

"Sword Qi"

This is another very difficult topic.

It is worth noting that the reason why the world-renowned Shuai Yifan is called a strongman is because he can easily unleash sword energy, which is undoubtedly another sign of entering the T2 level.

Mastering this cool move obviously requires considerable internal strength and a high level of understanding of swordsmanship.

Because of the shortcut of the Thirteen Styles of Gentle Breeze, Fang Yunhua can meet the second condition, but not the first one.
No, he is no longer the same person who cultivated the near-first-class internal skill "Baoyuan Jin"!
Thinking back to his fight with Xue Yiren earlier, the fact that the other party brought up this matter meant that, based on his observations, the other party was confident that Fang Yunhua was not too far from mastering sword energy.

"Your internal energy cultivation is still lacking. Usually, it takes thirty years of pure internal energy to ensure that your sword energy can be fully used in actual combat."

However, if you're using it as a trump card that you only need to use a few times, you can take this shortcut given the quality of your internal energy.

Moreover, sword energy is divided into two types: the physical sword energy, which is mastered by some mediocre individuals through long-term accumulation, and the spiritual sword energy, which true swordsmen can comprehend. Since you have the shortcut of the Thirteen Styles of Gentle Breeze, the latter shouldn't be difficult for you.

Another shortcut
Fang Yunhua wondered if he should change his nickname to Shortcut Guy.

Being a kept man is a shortcut, isn't it?

Moreover, Xue Yiren's words just now seemed to be mocking someone. Shuai Yifan was caught in the crossfire, so who is the truly mediocre one?
Fang Yunhua smiled as he looked at Xue Xiaoren, whose face had darkened. Then, after Xue Xiaoren deliberately walked towards him, Fang Yunhua noticed that Bao Bao's expression changed in a second. So, he affectionately flicked the small bell on Bao Bao's wrist.

Ding Ding Dang Dang~
The sound was much crisper this time.

(End of this chapter)