Chapter 46: Mei Sect Disciples (Two-in-One)

"Ding, the host has obtained the recognition of a Mei Sect disciple, triggering the mission: Clean up the sect, rewarding 100 achievement points."

Feng Yi's mind rang with the long-lost system prompt, and he immediately called up the system.

【Host: Feng Yi

Age: 21 Identity: "Great Hero of the Lianghu" Mei Niansheng's closing disciple.

Internal Energy: Divine Illumination Technique (Great Success) + Note: 'Pure Fire' requires 125 Achievement Points. Martial Skills: Shadowless Divine Fist (Great Success) + 'Pure Fire' requires 50 Achievement Points. Gentle Breeze Sword, Five Tigers Door-Breaking Saber, Kaishan Palm, Eagle Claw Hand, Tiger Claw Skill, Great and Small Grappling Hands (Pure Fire).

Tang Poetry Sword Technique "Liancheng Sword Technique Residual" (First Glimpse)

Note: To upgrade to 'Small Achievement' requires 20 achievement points. Lightness Skill: Lifting Technique, Eight Steps Catching Cicada, Grass Flying (Pure Fire). Hidden Weapon: One Throw Thousand Pounds (Pure Fire)

(Note: Proficiency is divided into First Glimpse, Small Achievement, Great Success, Pure Fire) Achievement Points: 6 (Note: Obtained by completing missions and killing enemies. Achievement points can be used to improve martial arts experience)】

Feng Yi saw that his identity had changed from a small leader of the expelled Longsha Gang to Mei Niansheng's closing disciple. He pondered that it was because Yan Daping recognized him as a Mei Sect disciple.

After all, Ding Dian didn't count as Mei Niansheng's disciple; his so-called acting as a master to accept disciples was, in a strict sense, empty.

And Yan Daping, no matter how unworthy, was Mei Niansheng's second disciple in the eyes of the world.

Since he recognized him as Mei Niansheng's disciple, this was already a fact.

And as the Divine Illumination Technique and Shadowless Divine Fist improved through repeated battles and self-realization, the proficiency required for the supreme, marvelous realms of 'Pure Fire' and 'Supernatural' decreased once again.

As for the various martial arts passed down by Ding Dian, based on the supreme internal energy of the Divine Illumination Art, they were practiced as soon as they were practiced, and refined as soon as they were refined, already extremely proficient, reaching the realm of Pure Fire.

Yan Daping spoke and gestured, finishing the performance of the "Tang Poetry Sword Technique," held the sword, bowed, and said: "The old man is showing off, please give me some pointers, Great Hero Feng."

Feng Yi rose, cupped his hands, and said: "Don't call me Great Hero Feng.

I am not a hero, call me Feng Yi, or Brother Feng."

Yan Daping nodded.

"I used to think this set of sword techniques had many flashy moves and was not practical, but today, seeing the whole picture, I know that the light is shining and the principles are contained within, and the learning is very profound.

Great Hero Mei should have added some fake moves to take the spirit of the Liancheng Sword Technique for you to practice. If you can practice to a profound level, it will be as dreamy as a dream, with killing moves hidden in one strike."

Speaking of this, Feng Yi couldn't help but feel a bit ashamed: "I used to say this set of sword techniques had many flashy moves, based on my own ability, because as long as my sword was fast and ruthless enough, a simple sword strike could solve the problem.

But you don't have the Divine Illumination Art, and your internal energy is not as good as mine. The sword moves that look fast and ruthless are actually not practical."

The Tang Poetry Sword Technique is related to poetry. Before learning the sword, one must first understand the meaning of the poetry. Feng Yi is not a high-achieving student, but he has received a formal systematic education, so it is not difficult to understand the meaning of those famous sentences in the Tang Poetry Sword Technique.

Di Yun in the original plot said that the "Tang Poetry Sword Technique" had too many flashy moves, pointing out various deficiencies, but he didn't know that he thought so only because he possessed the supreme martial arts of both the righteous and evil factions, the "Divine Illumination Manual" and the "Blood Blade Manual," and his martial arts were so strong that he was the second best in the world.

The moves he envisioned were solid and could win, but they were often difficult to achieve in reality, and ordinary people could never do it.

This straight stab is simple, but it requires the speed to be a moment faster than the opponent, so the opponent naturally cannot resist.

But what if you can't be fast? People can naturally dodge and block.

Or what if people are faster than you and have deeper internal energy? A light strike cannot injure anyone. Just like birds seeing lions and tigers fighting on the ground, they can't help but think: "Why not fly high and pounce down, and you can win?"

Little do they know that although lions and tigers are the most ferocious and powerful among all beasts, they are incapable of flying high and pouncing down.

Di Yun's vision was not broad enough, and he had no confidence in his own martial arts, thinking his martial arts were average. Secondly, he had always subconsciously excused his master Qi Zhangfa's rebellious behavior of murdering his master, so he couldn't think of the reason.

On the contrary, Feng Yi was knowledgeable and intelligent, which Di Yun could never reach. As Yan Daping performed the whole set of sword techniques, combined with the profound meaning in the "Divine Illumination Manual," he understood this principle.

Many flashy moves in the Tang Poetry Sword Technique are actually deceptive. Because in martial arts, being able to win by hard collision is a good skill, such as the Beggar Sect's supreme skill "Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms"! But as long as you can trick the opponent, it is also a good skill, such as the "Dog Beating Staff Technique."

A genius expert like Qiao Feng, when encountering an opponent he couldn't defeat, still needed to play flashy moves to lure the opponent into the trap.

Not to mention the three disciples of the Mei Sect.

Yan Daping was thinking about the meaning of Feng Yi's words, when he saw Feng Yi pick up the long sword, flicking the sword spine with his finger, humming like a dragon and wind, crisp and exciting, very pleasant to hear.

Feng Yi injected the internal energy of the Divine Illumination Art into the long sword, flicked it lightly, and it roared, shining brightly, like a pool of autumn water, flowing pulse by pulse in his hand.

Yan Daping was stunned and kept saying "good boy."

Feng Yi held the sword across his chest, standing tall like a pine or cypress, silently closing his eyes, going through Yan Daping's sword moves in his mind, and recalling the martial arts principles in the Divine Illumination Manual.

Suddenly, he shouted: "The lone smoke in the desert is straight, the long river and the setting sun are round!" He leaped out with his sword, light swirling.

"The lone swan comes from the sea, the pond dares not look;

Looking down and hearing the wind, the mountains are like waves; the setting sun shines on the big flag, the horse neighs in the wind; the sky flowers fall endlessly, birds carry them everywhere; a piece of moon in Chang'an, ten thousand households pounding clothes;

The mountains rise from the face of the people, the clouds grow beside the horse's head; ten thousand countries look up to the Zongzhou, clothes and crowns worship the crown..."

Feng Yi chanted and drew his sword. At first, he was not familiar with the moves, and his sword was relatively slow, but as the sword moves moved,

The "Divine Illumination Manual" was like a mirror, reflecting every move of the "Tang Poetry Sword Technique" clearly. The profound principles of the Divine Illumination Manual flowed like a small stream, gradually accelerating, and in an instant, he understood everything.

Every sword contained internal energy, and when used to the extreme, the sword made a roaring sound, as if the way of heaven was breeding wind and thunder.

The long sword in his hand circled in between, like lightning and thunder, just like the Dragon King receiving orders to move clouds and rain.

It turns out that although the Tang Poetry Sword Technique is not as good as the Liancheng Sword Technique, the sword intent within it is consistent and does not escape the fence of the "Divine Illumination Manual."

Feng Yi's "Divine Illumination Art" was perfected, and his understanding of the martial arts principles in the "Divine Illumination Manual" was getting deeper. He learned this Tang Poetry Sword Technique as soon as he practiced it, and practiced it as soon as he learned it.

Then this "Tang Poetry Sword Technique" didn't need to consume achievement points, and it was directly perfected by his own ability, as if he had practiced for decades.

Yan Daping listened and watched, his heart clicking, naturally staring wide-eyed, trying to see clearly, but the more he looked, the more blurred he felt. Just when he was upset,

Suddenly the chanting stopped, and the sword light was collected.

Yan Daping was stunned and clapped his hands in applause: "Amazing, amazing, it is the same sword technique, but it can shine so brightly in your hands."

Feng Yi felt comfortable all over, and it seemed that his internal energy had improved again. Opening the system to look, the achievement points required to upgrade the Divine Illumination Art to Pure Fire only needed 90.

He glanced at Yan Daping, didn't speak, and sat down cross-legged on the bed with his sword.

He was thinking about how to remove the dross and keep the essence, tracing back to the "Liancheng Sword Technique" from the "Tang Poetry Sword Technique."

He was also afraid that he would not be able to detect the enemy in time after entering the state, so he placed the long sword horizontally on his knees.

Yan Daping knew that Feng Yi had gained some insights, so he went to sleep in his clothes, but he tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Mei Niansheng was famous, the Divine Illumination Manual was little known, but the Liancheng Sword Technique was almost known to everyone. This sword technique was naturally extraordinary. Feng Yi recalled silently, and unknowingly, the stars and moon faded, and the east gradually whitened.

Feng Yi only changed one-fifth of the moves in the "Tang Poetry Sword Technique," which made him very tired, but seeing the sky bright, he could only do it another day.

After the two washed up and tidied up, just as they were about to go out, Yan Daping suddenly knelt on the ground and said: "Brother Feng, for the sake of the master, I, this second senior brother, ask you for something!"

Feng Yi frowned and said: "What is it!"

Yan Daping said slowly: "I only ask you not to kill me at Wan Zhenshan's birthday banquet!"

Feng Yi said angrily: "Are you negotiating with me?"

"No." Yan Daping shook his head: "I only ask that when you go to the Snow Mountain Sect, you can take me with you, let me see the power of the Liancheng Sword Technique, and I will die without regrets!"

Feng Yi looked surprised and said: "Who told you I was going to the Snow Mountain Sect?"

Yan Daping heard this, scratched his head repeatedly, and said: "Didn't you make an appointment with them last night?

We martial arts people make an appointment, that is a death appointment, we must meet. If we break our word, everyone will look down on us!"

Feng Yi thought for a while and smiled: "What appointment did I make?

He said if there is a chance, let me go to Lingxiao City. I said I will definitely go when I have time!"

Yan Daping's eyes widened, muttering: "Isn't this going?"

Feng Yi smiled slightly: "If I go, it means I have time. If I don't go, it means I don't have time. What does it have to do with breaking my word?"

Yan Daping was stunned and looked suspicious: "Can words be explained like this?"

Feng Yi sneered: "The right to explain words is in my hands, so I can advance or retreat freely. I am only twenty years old, what is the use of those competitive empty names?"

Speaking of this, he paused and said: "The famous sects in the martial arts world have existed for hundreds or even thousands of years. How many powerful enemies have they encountered? What is the fundamental reason why they can still exist today?"

Yan Daping said: "What?"

Feng Yi said: "When we meet in the martial arts world, no matter whether it is open and honest or ambushed, no matter how we fight, martial arts is the deciding factor.

Even if you want to ambush, you have to prepare traps in advance, but you don't necessarily have the opportunity or time to operate perfectly.

Experts can adapt to any situation, and wanting to force them into a dead end is extremely difficult! But once you hit someone's base camp, they have been standing for hundreds of years, how can they not have some means of protection? Especially those who have the heart to destroy the sect, do you think they will still decide the outcome with you by martial arts? Who knows what despicable means are waiting for you? So experts only block the door, not enter the door.

Rushing in when you go up, that's what a reckless youth with two taels of meat on his head would do. A wise man never does this!

Moreover, the Snow Mountain Sect has produced a heaven-shaking son-in-law..." Yan Daping's heart was shaken, and he exclaimed: "Son-in-law? You mean, this person is an expert who can defeat you?"

Feng Yi sighed, looking out the window, his face revealing a trace of desolation and yearning, and sighed: "I don't know."

Then he looked at Yan Daping and said word by word: "Have you heard of Xia Ke Island?"

Yan Daping wondered: "Xia Ke Island?"

Thinking about it, he shook his head and said slowly: "Never heard of it!"

Feng Yi thought: "Who knows when Xia Ke Island happened, don't meet Shi Potian, that would be awkward."

He thought that with his current martial arts, if he met Shi Potian, this hanging expert, he would probably not be able to beat him.

Walking in the martial arts world, Shi Potian, even if he is alive, will not come to him. But if he goes to Lingxiao City, who knows if he will suddenly pop out, just like the Sweeping Monk, and degree him there, his martial arts road would be too imperfect.

Feng Yi smiled and said: "The Snow Mountain Sect has formed a grudge with me. In the martial arts world, I can clean up one when I see one, and the advantage is with me.

But if I go to their territory, the business in the snow is not fun, and the advantage is with them!

As for you wanting to see the Liancheng Sword Technique, the Wan family in Jingzhou can also satisfy you!" He laughed loudly and shook his clothes to go out.

Yan Daping was disappointed, but he also knew that Feng Yi's words made great sense. Running to the Snow Mountain Sect to kick the hall was indeed a bit reckless, so he got up and followed.

As soon as the two left the inn, a man dressed as a fisherman ran from across the street, walked to the two, looked at Feng Yi and said: "Are you Great Hero Feng, Feng Shaoxia?"

Feng Yi's expression was cold, and he didn't speak.

Yan Daping said first: "You can also take me as him!"

The fisherman handed a note in his hand to Feng Yi and said: "Someone said that Feng Shaoxia is young and heroic, and there is no second one in the Lianghu area, so let me give you this!"

Feng Yi signaled Yan Daping with his eyes, and Yan Daping immediately took the note, and the fisherman turned and left.

Yan Daping opened the paper, and Feng Yi leaned over to look, which read: "If you want Shui Sheng to live, bring the Divine Illumination Manual and the Liancheng Sword Manual to Zhenxi Hutou Ditch, otherwise the beauty will suffer, don't blame me for not warning you!"

Signature: Nameless.

Feng Yi's face was calm, but his heart was raging with anger. Someone dared to bully him like this. He wanted to see who the other party was, and just as he was about to step out, he stopped again.

Yan Daping laughed loudly: "Interesting, let's go and see!"

Feng Yi pondered for a while and said: "No." He turned and walked toward the ferry outside the town.

Yan Daping nodded and said: "You are the pillar of the martial arts world today, the pillar that supports the sea, naturally you should cherish your precious body so that you can lead the crowd, how can you take risks?"

Feng Yi rolled his eyes at him and said: "Do you want everyone to know that I, Feng Yi, care about her?" His feet didn't stop at all.

Yan Daping suddenly realized that this note might just be testing Feng Yi's heart.

If Feng Yi went, it was very likely to be empty, which would let these people see that Feng Yi really cared about Shui Sheng. Then, it would be worth it to take action against Shui Sheng.

But Yan Daping's eyes turned, and he followed two steps closer: "Then why don't we go with the flow and give them the impression that you care about that girl, regardless of whether they can succeed, it's good to see who is making trouble behind the scenes."

Suddenly, Feng Yi's eyes became sharp, his five claws turned into wind, and he grabbed Yan Daping's throat.

Yan Daping smelled the bone-piercing finger wind, and just as he was about to dodge, his neck was already pinched, and he was suddenly short of breath, his soul flying away.

Feng Yi lifted him by the neck, and the two looked at each other, saying sternly: "I don't care if you really didn't think of it, or if you were testing me on purpose.

I will tell you, I am not a saint who sacrifices himself for others, so whether the information in this note is true or false, it has nothing to do with me.

But I cannot intentionally implicate the innocent to achieve my goal just to find out who is behind the scenes.

This kind of thing that harms others and benefits oneself, you can do it, but I, Feng Yi, cannot, understand?"

Yan Daping was short of breath, and Feng Yi's gripping force spread throughout his body, making him numb all over, and he could only blink his eyes to indicate he understood.

Although Feng Yi was angry, seeing his expression, he felt it was funny, reduced his anger by three points, threw him aside, and walked away.

Yan Daping looked at Feng Yi's back, touched his neck, and thought: "Good, he is not willing to implicate the innocent for himself. I will work hard at the Wan family banquet. If I can make the surrounding heroes and Jingzhou celebrities think that I am truly repentant, if they plead for me, maybe I can survive!"

He immediately used his lightness skill, leaped, grabbed in front of Feng Yi, and said with a look of guilt: "The old man is truly damned, judging a gentleman with a villain's heart, please forgive me, Great Hero Feng!"

Feng Yi was also helpless about his flattery, so he could only wave his hand and smile.

The two arrived at the ferry and took a boat across the river.

Feng Yi pondered secretly on the boat, waiting to deal with the three rebellious disciples of the Mei Sect, he must do a few ruthless things in the martial arts world!

Otherwise, this group of stinky rats in the gutter will make him unhappy! He was also calculating the time, the Snow Mountain Sect had arrived, and the Blood Blade Sect was probably coming soon! It was a good opportunity! The next day, the boat arrived at the Jiangling port.

Before entering Jingzhou City, the two had long since found bamboo hats to wear, after all, Feng Yi was a familiar face.

After entering the city, Feng Yi said: "Take me to the Wan Mansion!"

Yan Daping had long known the address of the Wan Mansion, but Wan Zhenshan was only celebrating his birthday tomorrow, and he didn't ask him why he was going today, just leading the way.

The two came to the street of the Wan Mansion, and saw from afar the vermilion gate and giant pillars, the flying eaves covering the sky, and a group of people in front of the gate, hanging colorful silk lanterns on the two-zhang high wall, as if arranging a large conference venue.

The person in charge was very young, dressed in gorgeous clothes, pointing and gesturing, with high momentum.

Yan Daping said: "This kid is Wan Laoda's sixth younger brother, Wu Kan."

Feng Yi snorted and turned to leave.

Yan Daping said: "What does this mean?"

Feng Yi smiled mysteriously: "You'll know when the time comes."

Feng Yi walked through the streets and alleys and stopped in front of a coffin shop.

Yan Daping was puzzled, and Feng Yi said: "As junior brothers, we have to bring some gifts when we visit to celebrate the birthday!"

Yan Daping's body tightened instantly, feeling cold in his heart, and said in a panic: "You want to send a coffin?"

Feng Yi sneered: "I originally wanted to send a bell, but I think this thing is a bit expensive!"

The two entered the coffin shop and saw paper cars and paper horses, pitch-black coffins, all available.

Feng Yi patted the counter: "Business is here!"

An old man crawled out from under the coffin, thin and small, with flexible eyes, covered in a few wood chips.

Feng Yi said: "Need three coffins, do you have them?"

The old man smiled and said: "Yes, yes!"

Feng Yi took out a town of gold, placed it on the table, and said: "Tomorrow evening, send it to the Wan family!"

The old man suddenly looked nervous and whispered: "Which Wan family?"

Feng Yi said: "Naturally, it is Wan Zhenshan's Wan family."

The old man sat on the ground, shaking his head like a rattle, shouting: "My grandfather, you want to send me a coffin, no, I won't go."

"What are you afraid of?" Feng Yi said: "I will follow, this is a gold ingot, enough to buy thirty coffins, you won't do it?"

The old man said anxiously: "You, are you crazy! Tomorrow is Great Hero Wan's fiftieth birthday, you send a coffin, you two don't want your lives, I still want to live!"

Yan Daping blew his beard: "I also want to sleep in one of these coffins, I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?"

The old man looked surprised: "It turns out they are all crazy!"

Saying that, he was about to bend down and continue working.

Feng Yi saw the old man was so afraid, thought for a while, and sighed: "Forget it, forget it, tomorrow you load the three coffins onto the donkey cart, I will take them myself, okay?"

The old man took the gold in his hand and smiled: "This matter, that's not a word from the grandfather, you just watch the old man's craftsmanship!"

Yan Daping said: "The coffin must be generous, don't fit a big one!"

He knew Wan Zhenshan was tall and burly, different from ordinary people. If he performed well now, maybe he wouldn't have to sleep in a coffin.

How could Feng Yi not know his thoughts, snorted, walked out of the shop, and Yan Daping followed closely.

The old man watched the two leave, full of suspicion.

Thinking about it, he decided to ignore it.

Anyway, he was just a coffin seller.

You Great Hero Wan are in trouble, what does it have to do with me.

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