Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Brother Jing, let's get a divorce.

Yang Guo dragged the heavy Xuan Tie sword down the waterfall.

This sword is not meant for human use.

The sword was submerged in water, and the current increased its weight several times over.

Yang Guo gripped the sword hilt with both hands, his feet planted firmly on the stones at the bottom of the pool, stopping every two steps.

On the shore, Lu Wushuang, wrapped in Yang Guo's outer robe, squatted behind a large rock and called out:

"My lord, you can do it!"

Yang Guo looked up and scolded, "Your slogan is too perfunctory. I'm carrying the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword now, not a rice bag."

Lu Wushuang shrank her neck and shouted again:

"My husband is the best! My husband is the most amazing!"

"This sentence is alright."

Cheng Ying, draped in an animal skin, sat beside him, her ears burning with embarrassment as she listened.

She whispered, "Can't you two be serious when you're practicing your abilities?"

Lu Wushuang turned to look at her.

"Cousin, why don't you say something too?"

Cheng Ying had a cold face.

"I won't shout."

"Then you can check the water flow for your husband."

Lu Wushuang pointed at the waterfall, "Don't you know how to form formations? When water falls from above, there must be varying degrees of force, right?"

Cheng Ying wanted to retort, but when her gaze fell on the water screen, she stopped talking.

She stared at it for a moment, her brows gradually furrowing.

A waterfall is not a single body of water with the same force.

The water fell from the top of the cliff, and after hitting the protruding rock ridge in mid-air, it split into several streams.

The one in the very middle is the heaviest. There is a loop on the upper left side, and a small gap on the lower right side, which is enough to provide leverage.

Cheng Ying stood up, and the animal skin on her shoulder slipped off, which she quickly gathered up.

"Brother Yang, don't try to force it from the middle."

Yang Guo stopped and looked up at the shore.

"What insightful opinion does Butler Cheng have?"

Cheng Ying gritted her teeth.

"If you still want to practice, listen to me."

"Below the third water mark on the right side of the waterfall, there is a gap in the water flow. Stand there first."

"Then raise the sword to your waist and slash diagonally upwards and to the left."

"Don't slash straight down, or the water will push it back down."

Yang Guo looked at the location she had mentioned.

Water splashed everywhere, making it impossible to see the details.

He asked, "Are you sure?"

Cheng Ying raised her chin.

"If I'm wrong, you're welcome to laugh at me."

Lu Wushuang quickly interjected.

"Husband, my cousin is always very accurate when it comes to these things. She used to set up formations on mountain roads, and I almost couldn't find my way out."

Yang Guo grinned.

"Alright, I'll listen to Butler Cheng this time."

Cheng Ying's face flushed.

"I've said it before, I'm not your housekeeper."

"You're even interfering with my sword practice, and you still won't admit it?"

"I'm afraid you'll do something reckless and hurt yourself."

"I understand, I understand."

Yang Guo nodded, "You're doing this for my own good."

Cheng Ying was speechless, utterly bewildered by his words.

Lu Wushuang laughed so hard her shoulders shook.

Yang Guo moved in the direction Cheng Ying had indicated.

As soon as I got close to the boulder, the water jet slammed into my shoulder, and I sank down abruptly.

The heavy iron sword pressed down on his arm, its tip striking the stone surface with a muffled thud.

Yang Guo gritted his teeth.

"This damn sword is really bullying people."

He strained with both arms, trying to lift the sword.

The sword had just left the stone surface by two inches.

The next moment, the water hit the back of the sword, pressing it back down.

Yang Guo's wrist went numb, and he was pulled forward, half of his body falling into the water.

Lu Wushuang stood up in a hurry.

"My lord!"

Yang Guo emerged from the water and wiped his face.

"It's nothing, I was just saying hello to it."

Lu Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief.

Cheng Ying, however, did not smile.

She could see clearly that Yang Guo wasn't lacking in strength, but rather that his sword and he were not compatible.

The Xuan Tie Heavy Sword is too heavy.

Although Yang Guo possessed the intent of the heavy sword, that intent resided within his meridians, not in his hands, much less in the sword itself.

He is now carrying the sword, not wielding it.

Cheng Ying called out, "Brother Yang, don't rush to raise your sword! Put the sword in the water first and walk around it halfway with the current."

Yang Guo frowned.

"Go with the current? I'm here to practice my swordsmanship, not to give the waterfall a massage."

Cheng Ying's tone was serious.

"Raising your sword against the current now will only waste your internal energy."

"The Xuan Tie Heavy Sword has no edge; it relies not on speed, but on the point of impact and force."

"Use the water to lift the sword up first, then find an opportunity to turn around."

Yang Guo listened and remained silent for a moment.

Although this woman is annoying when she talks, she's actually quite useful when it comes to serious matters.

He stopped arguing and placed the sword horizontally in the water.

The water flow washed over the back of the sword, causing the blade to shift to the right.

Yang Guo did not pull hard, but instead followed the movement with his hands, shifted his feet, and rotated his waist and hips with the flow of the water.

The sword, still heavy.

But it's no longer that lifeless, dull feeling.

He could feel the water carrying the sword as it moved, and the pressure on his arm was greatly reduced.

"There's some skill involved."

Yang Guo said in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, Lu Wushuang immediately shouted:

"Cousin, your husband praised you!"

Cheng Ying glared at her.

"Don't shout nonsense."

Yang Guo laughed in the water.

"She wasn't shouting nonsense, I was genuinely praising you."

Cheng Ying lowered her head, her ears turning even redder.

Yang Guo tried again to lift the heavy sword out of the water.

This time, the sword blade left the stone surface by half a foot.

As the water cascaded down, his arms trembled, and his shoulders ached and went numb.

The red and black primordial energy beads in his dantian spun rapidly, and the sword intent of the heavy sword flowed into his arms through his Du meridian.

But the sword still did not respond.

He held the heavy iron sword in his hand, remaining silent.

Yang Guo cursed.

"You're quite aloof."

Lu Wushuang cried out, "Husband, what's the point of talking to the sword?"

"Even if it's useless, you still have to say it. It's the same principle as a man coaxing a woman or practicing swordsmanship."

Cheng Ying said coldly, "Nonsense."

Yang Guo turned around.

"You don't believe me? Then tell me how to coax me?"

Cheng Ying was stumped by the question.

Lu Wushuang laughed and said, "My cousin definitely wouldn't understand; she only cares about the two of us."

Cheng Ying took a deep breath and suppressed her emotions.

"Brother Yang, don't channel all your inner energy into your arms! The power of a heavy sword doesn't come from the hands, but from the waist and back!"

"You were holding the sword with your hand just now, and when the water came down, your wrist couldn't take it first."

Yang Guo raised his chin.

"continue."

Cheng Ying walked to the shore, bent down to pick up a twig, and drew a few lines on the wet ground.

"Look, when water falls from above and hits the back of a sword, the force is downward. If you try to block it with your arm, you'll experience the worst force."

"You should first relax your shoulders, stabilize your waist, and then exert force from the soles of your feet to lift the sword."

"Remember, never let your sword out of your hand; move first, then move with your sword."

Lu Wushuang stared at the lines on the ground until her eyes were blurry.

"Cousin, speak like a human being."

Cheng Ying said, "Tell him not to use his arms to show off."

Lu Wushuang nodded.

"I understand this sentence."

Yang Guo laughed and scolded:

"Are you two holding a public denunciation meeting here?"

Cheng Ying looked up.

"If you don't listen, I won't say anything more."

"Don't."

Yang Guo immediately said, "Steward Cheng, please continue to give instructions."

Cheng Ying's face remained tense, but she couldn't suppress the feeling of being needed in her heart.

Throughout the journey, she was constantly suppressed by Yang Guo and led by that mark, often without even a voice.

But things are different now.

Yang Guo was listening to her.

It wasn't teasing or humiliation; it was genuinely applying her judgment to her training.

She didn't want to admit it, but this feeling made her feel less bad.

Yang Guo adjusted it according to her instructions.

His feet were firmly planted on the stone surface.

Knees slightly bent.

Engage your lower back muscles.

Instead of raising his arms forcefully, he let the greatsword follow the path of his body upwards.

The heavy sword made of black iron left the water.

one foot.

Two feet.

As the water column pressed down, the sword sank sharply.

Yang Guo did not retreat.

He pressed his breathing into the rhythm of the animal skin method.

As you inhale, the sword intent of the heavy sword sinks down and settles into your waist and back.

When exhaling, the Chongyang Sword Intent protects the meridians, allowing the true qi to circulate continuously.

With his third breath, he steadily raised the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword to his chest.

Lu Wushuang's eyes lit up.

"I've brought it up! My lord, I've brought it up!"

Cheng Ying also straightened up.

"Don't swing yet, stay calm!"

Yang Guo gritted his teeth.

"Butler Cheng, I'm going to listen to you now, so don't let me down."

"Take half a step forward with your right foot, and lower the tip of your sword."

Yang Guo did as instructed.

The water flowed onto the sword's surface, instantly changing the direction of the pressure.

"Turn your waist to the left."

Yang Guo turned his waist.

The Xuan Tie Heavy Sword moved accordingly.

"Don't chop it, take it with you!"

Yang Guo's arms trembled violently, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"You make it sound so easy, this thing almost broke my arm!"

Cheng Ying said urgently, "If you try to chop it down forcefully, you'll definitely fail! Get it moving first!"

Yang Guo didn't reply.

He withdrew thirty percent of his true energy, leaving only the sword intent of the heavy sword to envelop his arms.

The Xuan Tie Heavy Sword began to shift with the water's flow, its tip drawing a semi-circle beneath the water curtain.

We walked very slowly on this lap.

After completing the process, Yang Guo felt an inexplicable sense of smoothness between his body and the sword.

He could feel the weight of the sword, but it no longer seemed to be working against him.

The Divine Condor stood on the shore, its bright yellow eyes fixed on Yang Guo.

It made a gurgling sound in its throat.

Yang Guo heard it.

"What's with the rush? If you're so capable, you do it yourself!"

The Divine Eagle raised its wings.

Yang Guo quickly said, "Don't push me, I'll do it myself!"

Lu Wushuang laughed so hard she bent over.

"My husband is afraid of the big eagle."

"nonsense."

Yang Guo said, "Brother, this is to respect the legacy administrator of our predecessors."

Cheng Ying almost burst out laughing, but she managed to hold it back.

Yang Guo regained his footing.

This time, he didn't rush to raise the sword, but instead let it rest at his waist.

The water flowed down and hit the sword, putting pressure on it.

He lowered his shoulders and stood more steadily.

The red and black primordial energy beads in the dantian rotated, and the third pattern emitted a heavy aura.

The sword intent of the heavy sword surged from the spine into the arm, and then from the arm into the hilt.

The Xuan Tie Heavy Sword finally received a response.

It wasn't emitting light, nor was it making any unusual noise.

However, that heavy feeling, which had been an external pressure, had transformed into a power that he could control.

Yang Guo's interest was piqued.

"They're here."

Cheng Ying's tone became anxious upon hearing those two words.

"Cut the thin water line in the upper right corner at an angle, not straight down!"

Lu Wushuang also shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Husband, chop it down!"

Yang Guo gripped his sword with both hands.

Power comes from the soles of the feet.

Rotate your waist and back.

The heavy iron sword was swung diagonally from under the water curtain!

The first time, the sword was pushed back by the water flow halfway through its journey.

Yang Guo felt a sharp pain in his wrist and almost dropped it.

He yelled, "Again!"

The second time, the sword cleaved into the water, but the water curtain only dented in one section before quickly closing up again.

Lu Wushuang shouted even louder.

"My lord, we're almost there!"

Cheng Ying couldn't help but speak up as well.

"The rhythm is off! Inhale deeply first, then exhale forcefully!"

Yang Guo nodded.

He regained his footing.

The icy water splashed onto my shoulders and back.

The heavy iron sword hung in the water.

He inhaled, and the sword intent of the heavy sword sank into the soles of his feet.

He exhaled, his waist and back moving his arms.

The heavy iron sword slashed out diagonally!

This time, the sword was not forced back.

The jet-black sword blade pierced through the curtain of water with overwhelming force!

The water flowed apart from both sides of the sword path, and a clear gap was cut out in the middle!

The entire waterfall seemed to pause for a breath.

The sound of the water on the shore had weakened considerably.

Lu Wushuang opened her mouth wide, then jumped up excitedly.

"My husband won! My husband cut the waterfall in half!"

Cheng Ying was also stunned.

She quickly came to her senses, her face beaming with undisguised joy.

"Brother Yang, it's done!"

Yang Guo stood on the boulder, still gripping the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword in both hands, his chest heaving violently.

This sword strike consumed a significant portion of his true energy.

But the pleasure it brought was even more intense than swallowing a snake's gall.

He shouldered the heavy sword and looked towards the shore.

"See that? This is what they call 'silent until it speaks, then it cuts through water with a single sword strike'!"

Lu Wushuang clapped her hands vigorously.

"My husband is the best in the world!"

Cheng Ying whispered, "It's just the first sword strike; it's still far from being the best in the world."

Yang Guo glared at her.

"Butler Cheng, can't you at least give a full compliment when you're praising someone?"

Cheng Ying couldn't help but smile.

"Brother Yang, take care of yourself and don't get too cocky."

"here we go again."

Yang Guo dragged his heavy sword and began to walk towards the shore.

After taking only two steps, the Divine Eagle suddenly turned its head, its sharp gaze fixed on the lower reaches of the pool.

It emitted a low, warning growl from its throat.

Yang Guo stopped in his tracks.

"What's wrong?"

Cheng Ying also sensed that something was wrong.

The water surface began to churn violently in the crevices of the rocks below the pool.

Lu Wushuang hugged her outer robe tightly.

"Husband, there seems to be something over there."

Yang Guo gripped the heavy Xuan Tie sword tightly in his hand.

A thick section of a snake's body slowly emerged from a crevice in the rocks.