Chapter 6: Rending Wind Sword Technique

"Temple Master, can I learn the kind of kung fu that leaves handprints on stones?" Wang Yu looked at the stone lock not far away and asked the Daoist subconsciously.

"Oh, your vision is not bad. That is Iron Refining Hand, a domineering hand kung fu, but it is not very suitable for you. You are too young. This kind of external kung fu is very abrasive to hand bones, will affect the development of your palms, and requires medicinal juice soaking, which is very painful." The Daoist nodded first, but then shook his head.

"Then can I learn Li Li Shixiong Dongyue's Jin Gang Stick Technique?" Wang Yu was a bit disappointed when he heard this, and could only try to ask another question.

"Come closer and let me touch your bones." The Daoist thought for a while and ordered.

Wang Yu listened and took two steps forward, letting the Daoist grope his body.

After a while, Daoist Chongyun frowned: "Your bones are ordinary, and your blood is even a bit poor. The Jin Gang Stick Technique is a fierce and rigid path, which is not suitable for you. It is better to learn lighter sword techniques."

"Sword techniques are also fine, I hope the Temple Master will pass them on." Since he couldn't learn the Iron Refining Hand, Wang Yu was greatly disappointed, but he wasn't picky about stick techniques or sword techniques. After all, he could only stay in this world for a month, so learning anything shouldn't make much difference.

The Daoist nodded, walked a few steps to the weapon rack, picked up a light wooden sword, and said to Wang Yu:

"The martial arts I am best at is actually boxing and kicking, stick techniques are second, and sword techniques can only be said to know a little bit. But this Rending Wind Sword Technique I teach you, although simple, has a background. Someone once used this set of sword techniques to kill several monster beasts."

"What is a monster beast?" Wang Yu couldn't help but interject and ask.

"Oh, I forgot you came from a remote place and don't know that monster beasts are also normal. Dongyue, come and explain to Qiuye." Daoist Chongyun was stunned, and then called Dongyue to explain.

Dongyue heard this, ran over happily, and explained to Wang Yu:

"Wang Wang Shidi Qiuye, monster beasts are known to everyone who lives in Yellow Stone City. They are actually anomalies among ordinary wild beasts, possessing special abilities that ordinary wild beasts don't have. Some have abnormally hard fur, some have astonishing bodies, and some can spit fire and cold air. Ordinary people will definitely die if they encounter them. Monster beasts rarely gather in groups. Only groups of hunters or martial arts masters can deal with them, such as a great master like our Temple Master." Dongyue said a few words, and then flattered Daoist Chongyun greatly.

"Can spit fire and cold air... wouldn't that be a monster?" Wang Yu thought in shock.

"I can't be counted as a great master. I will perform this Rending Wind Sword Technique once. Qiuye, you watch first, and then decide whether to learn it or not." The Daoist sent Dongyue to continue practicing stick techniques again, ordered Wang Yu lightly, and walked to the center of the martial arts field, holding the wooden sword horizontally in front of him.

Wang Yu subconsciously held his breath. This is a great opportunity to verify whether the Daoist really has supernatural mysterious abilities. He must see it clearly.

I saw the Daoist take two big steps forward, his arm moved, the wooden sword in his hand stabbed straight forward, then his body stepped two steps to the right, and stabbed again……

Wang Yu watched every move of the Daoist without blinking. He only felt that the moves of this Rending Wind Sword Technique were really simple. No matter how the body and footwork changed, it was basically a straight sword. Except for each action looking clean and crisp, he really didn't see anything outstanding, and it didn't even look as good as the martial arts routine performance of China on Blue Star.

"Whoosh."

The wooden sword in the Daoist's hand suddenly flew out of his hand, flew two feet away, and then inserted obliquely into the mud on the ground. This really gave Wang Yu a little scare.

"This throwing sword in the last move of the Rending Wind Sword Technique is a move to fight for life with the enemy. Once the enemy is not killed, you will become unarmed and at the mercy of others. It is best not to use it unless it is a last resort." Daoist Chongyun walked over, pulled out the wooden sword again, turned around and said to Wang Yu calmly.

"Temple Master, is the Rending Wind Sword Technique just these few moves? Is there nothing behind?" Wang Yu couldn't help but ask again.

"Hehe, do you think this set of sword techniques is too ordinary? The thirteen moves of the Rending Wind Sword were not considered a very profound sword technique originally, but there is one point that other sword techniques cannot compare to, and that is that its upper limit is very high. The same moves are worlds apart in different people's hands. The key to this sword technique is the word 'fast.' I deliberately slowed down the speed earlier so that you could see it clearly. Now I will increase the speed several times, you watch clearly."

Daoist Chongyun seemed to see Wang Yu's disappointment, "Hehe" a sound, his legs bent slightly, his body shot forward like a crossbow arrow, and the wooden sword in his hand blurred, making a "chi chi" sound of breaking the air.

"Puff."

The Daoist's body appeared in front of a small tree at the edge of the martial arts field again, and the wooden sword in his hand directly pierced through half of the tree body.

Wang Yu opened his eyes wide and gasped.

Not far away, Dongyue, who had been peeking here, also opened his mouth wide and couldn't close it for a long time.

Daoist Chongyun shook his wrist, easily pulled the wooden sword out of the tree body, turned around and said to Wang Yu indifferently:

"Every move of the Rending Wind Sword Technique looks very simple, but it is not easy to get started. It requires a lot of practice to become proficient. The faster the speed, the greater the power. Being able to perform thirteen moves in one breath without panting is considered getting started, and being able to pierce a wooden stake with a wooden sword like me is considered a small success."

Wang Yu ran to the small tree in a few steps, touched the flat sword hole on the tree body with his finger, confirmed that it was indeed a brand-new hole, suppressed the excitement in his heart, turned his head and said respectfully to the Daoist:

"Temple Master, this Rending Wind Sword Technique is too powerful, I will learn this sword technique."

"I also want to learn this sword technique, this looks much better than the Jin Gang Stick Technique." Dongyue also shouted on the side.

"You haven't practiced the Jin Gang Stick Technique well, what sword technique are you learning? Continue to practice the stick! Qiuye, come with me." Daoist Chongyun sank his face, scolded Dongyue, and took Wang Yu to the other side of the martial arts field, teaching the Rending Wind Sword Technique hand by hand.

The Rending Wind Sword Technique was indeed very simple. From posture to force-generating technique, and even details like breathing rhythm, Daoist Chongyun spent most of the morning teaching all the first seven moves to Wang Yu, and finally said a word of "practice arm strength and leg strength more" before turning away gracefully.

In the following time, Wang Yu practiced the sword technique alone, but after doing dozens of arm-swinging stabs, he was sweating profusely, his whole arm was sore and swollen, so he had to stop helplessly.

At this time, he vaguely felt that he seemed to have been fooled by Daoist Chongyun. With his body condition, let alone the Rending Wind Sword Technique, I am afraid that practicing any martial arts would have no effect.

"Wang Wang Shidi Qiuye, your body seems a bit weak. Let's practice here today. I'll get some good things to nourish you in a few days, and then practice well." Dongyue saw this, leaned over, and said with a smile.

"Good things? What is Li Li Shixiong talking about?" Wang Yu's heart moved, and he asked back.

"Haha, you will know when the time comes. You are my Wang Wang Shidi, I, as a Li Li Shixiong, will definitely take care of you. If it weren't for this thing to nourish, I wouldn't have been able to practice the Jin Gang Stick Technique so quickly." Dongyue patted his chest and said with a mysterious face, but the expression looked a bit wretched.

Wang Yu saw this and was a bit skeptical.

For the next two days, Wang Yu took some time to practice the Rending Wind Sword Technique every morning and evening, but unfortunately, his body was really too poor. Every time he practiced for a short time, he had to stop panting. In this way, he couldn't even master the first move of the Rending Wind Sword Technique.

In a fit of anger, he simply stopped practicing sword techniques in the following days. Instead, after finishing cleaning the temple and watching the cloud pattern on the "White Cloud Sutra" every day, he ran all over the small mountain where the Taoist temple was located, and really found several flowers and plants with relatively special appearances, suspected to be those not on Earth, and secretly picked them back, asking Dongyue for advice.

But unfortunately, in Dongyue's mouth, these flowers and plants were ordinary and seemed to have no value. And he was not a botanist, nor could he be sure that these strange flowers and plants were truly unique to this world, so he could only barely remember their appearance and name, and prepared to let professionals judge them after drawing them back to Blue Star.

In addition, Wang Yu also tentatively asked Dongyue about true energy and internal martial arts mental methods. As a result, the other party was full of confusion, which made him completely give up. It seems that although the martial arts in this world look quite powerful, they don't seem to be as profound as imagined.

The fifth day at noon.

Wang Yu finished eating the salted vegetable steamed bun, stood on the square in front of the main hall, and was hesitating whether to go to the martial arts field to practice the Rending Wind Sword Technique, when a young Taoist walked in from outside the front gate. He had sword eyebrows and big eyes, fair skin, and looked to be in his twenties. He carried a black iron stick on his back and held two large packages in his hands.

Wang Yu was stunned for a moment, then immediately greeted him and asked respectfully:

"Are you Li Li Shixiong Qingfeng?"

"Who are you? Where is that lazy guy Dongyue?" The young Taoist saw Wang Yu in Taoist boy attire, frowned, and asked.

Before Wang Yu could answer, Dongyue jumped out of a room on one side like a ball, shouting happily:

"Li Li Shixiong, this is the newly joined Wang Wang Shidi Qiuye. I've been waiting for you for a long time. Did you bring the things my father entrusted you to bring?"

"For these little things, I went around for half a day. Junior Brother Autumn Leaf, I thought Master wouldn't accept newcomers. Since you are here, just do things well in the temple. I'll go see Master first." The young man threw a large package to Dongyue, scolded Wang Yu coldly for two sentences, then ignored the two and went straight to the main hall.

"Junior Brother Autumn Leaf, don't mind. Senior Brother has always been like this, but he is cold on the outside and warm on the inside. Otherwise, he wouldn't have helped me bring so many things from home. Come to my room, I'll show you something good." Dongyue held the package tightly and said to Wang Yu with a full smile.

"Could it be the great nourishing thing Li Li Shixiong mentioned last time?" Wang Yu's spirit lifted upon hearing this.

"Haha, Wang Wang Shidi knows, come quickly." Dongyue replied, and went to his room with the package. Wang Yu followed curiously.