Chapter 114: The Two Changes of Indeterminate

The small sword thrust out.

It was not thrust slowly.

But in the eyes of Sun Xiaohong and Sun Tuozi, it was as if a beautiful scroll was being "slowly" unfurled.

The scenery within the scroll was extremely beautiful, making one feel relaxed and happy, causing one to become obsessed with it before they knew it, while ignoring the murderous intent hidden within.

Tianji Laoren not only did not ignore it, but also saw the soul-stirring nature of this sword strike; it was as if a mountain were collapsing, as if a tsunami were raging, as if a volcano were about to erupt, containing an astonishing, immense power that ordinary people could hardly imagine.

The dry tobacco pipe in his hand pointed out diagonally, also giving one an extremely heavy feeling, his vital energy condensed into one. It was as if what he held in his hand was not a pipe, but a wall of copper and Iron, capable of resisting any attack in the world.

Clang!

The water sword and the tobacco pipe collided, emitting a crisp sound.

And this time, the water sword split apart again, turning into wine and porcelain shards that shot out in all directions. Infused with internal True Qi, its force was even greater than before, in no way inferior to a volley of sharp arrows, instantly leaving many pits in this small shop.

Cracks also appeared on the tobacco pipe, spreading out in long lines, but it was not seriously damaged.

If one looked only at the weapons, it seemed that Tianji Laoren had the upper hand.

But after this clash, the owners of the two weapons had diametrically opposite reactions.

Yu Liancheng's expression remained unchanged, light and breezy.

But Tianji Laoren's face turned pale; the stool beneath his buttocks seemed to have suffered a thunderous strike, shattering into thousands of wood splinters. The stone floor beneath his feet also developed spiderweb-like cracks.

The power of Yu Liancheng's strike was too strong; although Tianji Laoren had used a technique to dissipate the force, transferring the power into the stool and the ground, he was still not lightly injured.

"Grandfather, are you alright?" Sun Xiaohong hurriedly supported Tianji Laoren.

"No matter," Tianji Laoren shook his head, found another stool to sit on, and sighed, "The waves of the Changjiang push the waves ahead; it is time for this old bag of bones to make room for the young."

Yu Liancheng said, "This sword strike of mine is called 'City-Toppling,' and it is meant to suppress others with force. But when it comes to technique, it cannot compare to the Heavenly Secret Rod of yours, senior, which has a thousand variations."

"Lost is lost." Tianji Laoren let out a long breath, but he did not appear dejected; instead, he seemed much more relaxed than before.

Being first on the Weapon Manual is both an honor and a burden.

Ten years ago he could still shoulder it, but now this old bag of bones of his can no longer do so; passing it to a young person is just right.

"This 'City-Toppling' style of yours, as well as the move that just received my tobacco pipe, can already be considered techniques of invincibility. There are not many left in the world who can defeat you, perhaps even none."

"That move is called 'Immovable,' immovable as a mountain, originally a purely defensive sword move," Yu Liancheng explained, "Added to 'City-Toppling' and a move called 'Indeterminate,' they form the most exquisite 'Three Flawless Styles' of my swordsmanship."

"Three Flawless Styles? Indeterminate?" Tianji Laoren's eyes lit up, "Good, show me this move as well."

Yu Liancheng picked up a pair of chopsticks: "This is my sword."

Once this pair of chopsticks reached his hand, he suddenly changed.

Previously, Yu Liancheng had the appearance of a young nobleman, romantic and unrestrained.

But now, he had become a swordsman, a peerless swordsman.

That kind of indestructible, irresistible murderous intent had gradually begun to permeate from his entire body.

"Old man, look closely; this style is called 'Indeterminate'."

Yu Liancheng had already made his move, a movement extremely slow and extremely beautiful, as natural as the wind.

And his "sword," at this moment, also seemed to turn into a gentle breeze, slowly brushing against Tianji Laoren's face.

Tianji Laoren already had cold sweat.

He actually could not see through this style, because this style was as ethereal and indeterminate as the wind, impossible to fathom, as if it had merged with heaven and earth.

When a gentle breeze blows by, who can resist it?

Yu Liancheng's sword was thrusting out slowly, but suddenly, the most incredible changes had already emerged.

Tianji Laoren's pupils were contracting; he could already see through this style, but he was even more astonished.

A gentle breeze blows by, and naturally, no one can detect it.

But a suddenly rising gale, though invisible, can be detected through the changes in the surrounding scenery.

And Yu Liancheng's sword transformed from a wisp of breeze into a gale.

The gale swept across the earth, reaching everywhere above and below; even if there were omissions, one could only perceive them after having been blown past.

The power of this move was by no means inferior to City-Toppling and Immovable.

In a flash, the wind filling the sky had dissipated.

Yu Liancheng withdrew the chopsticks, the invisible murderous intent on his body also gone, and he smiled, "This style is 'Indeterminate,' ethereal and indeterminate, like wind and smoke; like 'City-Toppling,' it also has only two changes in total."

Tianji Laoren was silent for a long while before saying, "But these two changes are the most terrifying changes, and they also contain all changes. I never imagined there could be such terrifying swordsmanship in the world."

"This is a three-style sword technique that is inherently flawless; naturally, it would not be too bad," Yu Liancheng also sighed, "It is only a pity that the three-style sword technique was not created by me personally; even though I have grasped the essence, it is still a great regret."

"Techniques of invincibility that have been truly tempered through a thousand trials are often polished over time by successive generations of experts. For example, the Seventy-Two Unique Skills of the Shaolin Temple; they originally had flaws, but they were continuously perfected by successive generations of high monks, and only then did we have today's Seventy-Two Unique Skills."

Tianji Laoren said, "Of course, there is no lack of brilliant talents in the world who might be able to create such moves. It is just that you are truly too young now and lack the sufficient experience and knowledge to support such martial arts. If you need to, my Sun family has many books that you can read at any time."

Tianji Laoren's last sentence was clearly an expression of goodwill toward Yu Liancheng.

After all, he was not a true recluse or an eccentric of the mortal world.

Behind him was the Sun family, a Sun family that was not famous but held great influence.

Yu Liancheng naturally understood his meaning and cupped his hands, "If I have time in the future, I will certainly come to visit. I was reading the 'Luminous Flower Manual' yesterday and found many parts I did not understand; I ask Master Sun to provide some guidance."

"I dare not call it guidance; let us discuss it together," Tianji Laoren said.

Thereupon, Yu Liancheng and Tianji Laoren began to exchange their insights on martial arts.

If they were to truly fight, Tianji Laoren would very likely die at Yu Liancheng's hands.

But when it came to the realm of martial arts and knowledge, Yu Liancheng was not as good as Tianji Laoren.

Of course, what Yu Liancheng practiced was the "Great Brightness Canon," and every martial art within it was of the world's first rank.

At this moment, as he discussed with Tianji Laoren, all kinds of profound martial theories were brought up casually, thought-provoking.

Sun Tuozi was deeply shocked, from time to time revealing an expression of having gained some insight.

As for Sun Xiaohong, she could understand the two men's conversation at first, but afterwards, she only felt lost in the clouds and mist, not knowing what they were talking about.