The body of the sword is pitch black and there is no sword light.
But the sound of the wind was fierce, one move after another, in Shuiping, under Zhu Fei's surprised eyes, Chen Guhong used Shuiping's attacking the moon sword technique just now, move by move.
Under the influence of heroic spirit, whether it was jumping or other difficult movements, Chen Guhong easily completed them.
This is not copying at all, nor is it simply recording the sword move, because there is a murderous aura in the air, which is not much worse than the mediocre murderous aura in the water.
But this murderous aura is slightly different from the level of the water, the level of the water is violent, violent, and brave, the murderous aura is like wind, and the explosion is like fire.
However, Chen Guhong's murderous aura rising up with the sword was slightly reserved. In some places, the murderous aura was as thin as a piece of ice, fleeting, like a summer rainstorm.
As Chen Guhong himself said, even if he became a swordsman, he would not become a romantic swordsman like Shui Ping who fights for duels and walks between life and death all day long.
Dealing with people is a university question.
Don't be too bloody and tie your head to your belt. And don't have a vicious heart in your heart to cruelly harm others. Just move the sword when needed.
Sword strokes flow like clouds and flowing water, all in one go. In the end, Chen Guhong retracted his sword and put his back on his back, leveled his face at the water with a smile, Zhu Fei said: "How?"
The two were not calm, especially Shuiping, his hands were shaking, and as a top swordsman, this was impossible.
Even in the face of death.
But at this moment he was indeed trembling, because this shock was more terrifying than death.
"I practiced swordsmanship at the age of five, and I was a small master at the age of eight. I was outstanding at the age of fifteen. I went out to challenge swordsmen from all walks of life, and slayed demons and demons. Now I am thirty-two years old, and I have such swordsmanship. Take a look, just take a look."
Shuiping clenched his fists tightly, his fingers were too hard, his bones protruded slightly, and his skin turned white. Shui Ping was ashamed to find himself showing jealousy.
Because he foresees that in the near future, Chen Guhong will be far stronger than him. But fortunately, Shui Ping is a magnanimous person, this feeling of jealousy was suppressed by him as soon as it arose.
Shuiping took a deep breath, calmed down, and then asked: "My dear brother, have you never practiced swords?"
"I haven't practiced before." Chen Guhong shook his head and said, in fact, his secret is still the primordial spirit in his brain, mysterious and intelligent. He memorized the sword move of the Attacking Moon Sword Art after reading it once, and the sword intent in it was very suitable for him.
Only then did this extremely stunning swordsmanship be practiced.
"My dear brother is a real genius." After a while, Shuiping spat out these two words.
"Eternal genius." Zhu Fei only calmed down the shock in his heart until this time, and also admired.
"Hehe!" Chen Guhong chuckled, and returned the Kunwu sword to Shuiping. Shuiping stretched out his hand to take the family-heirloom sword, pondered for a moment and said: "My dear brother, your arrogance is very powerful, and your swordsmanship has become even better. But your arrogance has just been aroused, and you haven't tempered your body yet. Wait three months later. , Your body is getting stronger and stronger, and you are the real swordsman. Maybe even being a brother is no longer your opponent."
In the end, Shui Ping boasted and sighed.
"It's all thanks to Brother Shui." Hearing the words, Chen Guhong sincerely bowed to Shuiping, and thanked him.
Proud, sword fairy. This is not the world of martial arts in previous martial arts novels. It's hard for Chen Guhong to speculate about martial arts secrets, but he also knows that the Shui family's heroic skills and swordsmanship are not simply given away.
Of course, it may be that Shuiping is bold, romantic, and thinks highly of him, which is why he passed down the swordsmanship and heroism. But Chen Guhong is grateful and exists within five hearts.
"It's a small matter." Shui Ping laughed out loud and said indifferently.
"Three days, I will give you three days. I will teach you one-on-one. Let you have more practical experience. After three days, I will go thousands of miles away to fight that person."
Chen Guhong's genius made Shuiping worry, he pondered for a while, calculated the time, and said.
"Thank you Brother Shui."
Chen Guhong said gratefully.
For three days, Shuiping kept his word. During these three days, Shui Ping tried his best to feed Chen Guhong with moves, used all kinds of moves that he had encountered in traveling the world for most of his life, and increased Chen Guhong's experience and actual combat experience.
And Chen Guhong is also wonderful, eating them all, his combat power is increasing rapidly. If it didn't take a while for the heroic spirit to temper his body, he might already be stronger than Shuiping.
This made Shuiping sigh, "It's really hard to be number one in the Tianyun Kingdom." But fortunately, there is still time, he can challenge that person, become number one in the world, and then go outside the pass to find the sword fairy.
Three days later, in the north of Chengyang City, at the see-off booth.
The paint on the ancient pavilion has peeled off, showing the traces of the years. I don’t know how many friends and family members I have sent away. Inside the ancient pavilion, there is a jar of wine and three wine glasses.
There are two fast horses outside the pavilion, ready to go.
Chen Guhong poured three glasses of wine, toasted the water and said flatly: "Brother Shui, I wish the flag a victory, and we will go out of the pass together to find the fairy."
"Xie Xiandi Ji Yan." Shui Ping laughed, and drank the wine with Zhu Fei.
A man and a husband are not hypocritical even if they leave. What's more, Shui Ping, Chen Guhong and the others are not idle people. After a glass of farewell wine, Shui Ping and Zhu Fei got on their horses, cupped their hands at Chen Guhong, and then left in the dust.
But after seeing off people, Chen Guhong felt a little sour in his heart. After stopping for a long time, Chen Guhong bowed to the north again, and said, "Brother Wu Yun is prosperous." Then he waved his sleeves, acted like a horse with both feet, and returned to Chengyang.
He pretended to be generous when parting, but when he returned to the house, Chen Guhong was devastated.
Inexplicably squatting at the base of the wall, watching the ants move. One or two, a group of shiny black ants are carrying all the belongings, moving house and house.
"Boom, boom!"
I don't know when thunder rumbled in the sky, and in just a moment, the stars turned, the clouds covered the sun, and the heavy rain poured down. The bean-heavy rain wet Chen Guhong's clothes, but he still didn't move.
"My lord, what's wrong with you?" Yuanyuan saw it, and hurriedly opened an umbrella to support Chen Guhong. Seeing that Chen Guhong still didn't respond, he wept and said, "Master, did you get angry that Yuanyuan didn't clean up your study that time? Don't be like this, Yuanyuan promises to clean up everything in the future."
She also couldn't figure out what happened to Chen Guhong, so she wondered if she had offended the young master these days, and she remembered what happened that day.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that she was wrong, and she really shouldn't let the young master clean it up. The tears fell down and became streams and rivers.
"Silly girl." Chen Guhong turned around and smiled, stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on Yuanyuan's cheeks, and said with a smile, "Don't cry, my lord, I'm just in a bad mood."
"Why are you unhappy? Is it because you sent Brother Shui away?" Yuanyuan said with tears in her eyes.
"Parting is not bitter, the bitter thing is sending someone to a duel. Swordsman, bullshit romance. The water level, you must come back alive." Amidst the roar of thunder, Chen Guhong couldn't bear it any longer, and roared loudly road.
Chen Guhong swore that he would never fight a duel just because he wanted to.