A Sword Through the Nine Heavens Chapter 22: Falling Dust Sword Technique

"The falling dust sword technique is divided into nine styles. The nine styles complement each other and split each other. Each of the nine moves is extremely mysterious. Each move has its own characteristics. It can advance, retreat, attack or defend. Now, you only need to remember the nine sword styles. As for the sword intent of the sword, you need to slowly explore. When you practice the nine sword styles to the point of proficiency, you must also experience the fall of dust at that time. The profound meaning of swordsmanship."

I don't know when Feng Haochen has an extra flying sword in his hands. It is an extremely simple flying sword, which seems to have gone through the vicissitudes of life, but it is so extraordinary. The sword in his hand walks with him, the floating figure flashes in the shape of a sword, and every move seems so natural, as if the sword is a part of his body, exuberantly, out of the ordinary, magnanimous, mixed with a trace of unruly, agile Implied calmness.

People move, mind calm, sword moves, and momentum is static. The mind method emphasizes static braking, and the sword method is static in movement. In Mu Yu’s eyes, his master’s awe-inspiring body style made people look at him and dare not dare to try his edge lightly. His sword style brought a sense of sword and peace in the killing, and only that person was left in this world. That sword.

"The first style of the falling dust sword technique, the fallen leaves are flying, the flying leaves are spinning in the sky, and the movement is quiet."

A flying sword swings all over the sky with fallen leaves, and the leaves follow the sword, floating freely. Looking for a quiet spot in the chaotic wind, with static braking, the sword's power rises sharply, like a stone in a dead pool, stirring up ripples, the fluttering of the leaf turns into its own sword movement, and the falling leaves move the sword. Power, Jian Qi attracts fallen leaves, grows and cherishes each other, and accompanies each other.

Involuntarily, Mu Yu held the sword in front of him, and his heart realized that the sword moved with his heart. The master's body style continued to evolve in his heart. He chased the sword intent and wanted To grasp the artistic conception, but he couldn’t grasp it. He always felt that something was missing. The simple nine sword strokes seemed so difficult and obscure in his eyes. He kept practicing, aligning with Master’s sword skills, but always It's almost something.

"Ding——"

With a soft cry, Feng Haochen's sword tip suddenly rested on Mu Yu's sword tip, and a free and easy sword intent came from Mu Yu's sword tip. Kiyu's sword moves with Feng Haochen's sword, and Feng Haochen's sword will always take Kiyu's sword in another direction at the right time when it is difficult to practice, making the whole set of swords mellow and natural. The incomprehension in Mu Yu's heart also gradually opened up. The seemingly non-existent sword intent seemed to be right in front of him, and he gradually merged in. It was a very strange feeling that made Mu Yu intoxicated.

"What I can do will take you to the beginning, and the rest will depend on your good fortune." Feng Haochen has retracted the sword, he nodded, and Mu Yu touched the Luochen Sword in a short time. The threshold of the law, his talent is really good.

Kiyu opened his eyes and looked at the sword in his hand, but his heart became clearer. Falling Chen sword technique is profound, his sword intent just now hasn't even touched the nine cows, but just such a set of sword techniques made him feel quite deeply, and a trace of spiritual power appeared in his body, although it was small, but It's a good start.

Kiha re-calls the take-off sword, moving with his feet, following his body shape.

The second form of the Falling Dust Sword Technique, dangles the air to fall to the dust, gathers the air to break the spirit, and the spirit returns to the dust.

Kiba tirelessly threw himself into the sword pose, his heart was calm, like a silent stream of clear water, calm. He chased that touch of continuity, but he couldn't connect at the crucial point.

"Master, I always feel that something is missing, I can't achieve your kind of casual state." Kiba said seriously.

Feng Haochen laughed and said: "What you lack is the pace of falling dust. Our martial arts are the most important. The heart of falling dust is the base, the sword method of falling dust is practicing, and the pace of falling dust is shaping. Sword-style body method, feel the sword intent, the shape of the sword, the sword will fit, and the sword will be natural."

Feng Haochen stepped forward with his feet, just that simple step, but his body shape has suddenly risen, like a feather in the wind, and like a mighty mountain, with the steps flashing, and his feet are transformed into eight doors. , People can't figure it out. The mysterious steps dazzled Mu Yu, but each step was so clearly visible, Mu Yu took a step, but his figure was already unstable, he suddenly fell to the ground with a look of uncertainty.

"The steps of falling dust can be learned without spiritual power. In the eyes of mortals, it is a supreme light skill. Although it is less than one-thousandth of the practice of a cultivator, it is not a problem to fly over the wall. You must not chase the steps of becoming a teacher. You can’t grasp the changes, you need to learn from the beginning."

Kiyu nodded. He was in awe of the Three Methods of Falling Dust in his heart. Cultivation does not happen overnight, it is necessary to persevere.

The sun is already at the head, and Mu Yu has been practicing the falling dust sword technique, and at the same time bringing the falling dust step into the sword. He has only practiced the first day, but he has already gained a lot.

"Guru." Mu Yu's stomach sang, he asked embarrassedly: "Master, can I have dinner?"

Feng Haochen just remembered something, and said helplessly: "Teach you to practice early in the morning. I didn't cook breakfast. Those hungry insects are probably broken."

The hungry worms didn’t wait to break, they wanted to cry without tears, because Uncle An saw that the boss had no time to cook, so he cooked again by himself and cooked a breakfast that the hungry worms would be full when they saw it. , Now everyone is staring at each other, whoever takes the chopsticks first has the courage.

"Aren’t you hungry? I'm going to practice at the waterfall later. You can drink water if you don’t eat." Uncle An said blankly. He never disliked the food he cooked, and he ate very happily. .

Xiang Nan made a grimace and picked up a charred sweet potato. With a touch of his hand, the outer layer of coke was shattered. After peeling off the coke, only thumb-sized unscorched meat was left. It doesn’t matter if the sweet potato is burnt, because it won’t be unpalatable as long as it has meat. They only dare to eat this. Several people are staring at the pieces of coked sweet potatoes. At this time, eating sweet potatoes is better than eating Uncle An’s cabbage and stir-fried green vegetables. It's too much.

"Master and Kiba are not coming back yet?"

Actually, I don’t want to eat it either. It’s just because of Uncle An’s face, he can only set the example of a big brother, boldly tasted the cabbage stir-fried greens, and then swallowed it without chewing. Let the earthy taste of green vegetables and the burnt taste of cabbage stay in your mouth for too long, and it will not be good for an hour.

Uncle An can even make a disaster dish with cabbage stir-fried green vegetables. His cooking skills can be imagined.

"We are here, we are starving and starving." Mu Yu rushed in and saw that the bowls and chopsticks had been prepared for him, and he was overjoyed. He picked up the vegetables and delivered them to his mouth.

Then it spurts rice.

"Am I making it difficult to eat?" Uncle An looked at Kiyu meaningfully, making Kiyu shudder.

"No, it's delicious, it's delicious." Kiyu felt that this time didn't seem to be a good time to tell the truth. Uncle An's facial paralyzed face always made Kiyu uncomfortable, and he squirted out with a smile The green vegetables were put back in his mouth~IndoMTL.com~ While chewing with tears, he said: "It was too hot just now, too hot..."

The others despised Kiba, and then they nodded quickly and praised the food. Uncle An’s majesty in the martial arts is only the same as that of the head. The head is usually approachable, while Uncle An is a very old-fashioned and authentic person, so no one dares to provoke him.

It took a long time for Feng Haochen to come in, but he came in with a plate of attractive fried meat, which made everyone's eyes light up, and suddenly felt that his master was the best person in the world. , It is simply a living **** who lives and saves the bodhisattva from suffering.

"Eat!" Feng Haochen smiled as he looked at these poor children.

"Face south, we will jointly deal with the big brother." Lan Linger said.

"Okay!" Nodded south.

Kiha didn’t understand what this meant, and then Lan Linger, Xiang Nan, and the chopsticks of the three people had already fought over the plate, as if they had never eaten enough, the chopsticks were intertwined on the plate. So, it is promised that one person can deal with Xiang Nan and Lan Ling'er with ease, he already has a lot of meat in his bowl. Kiba also wanted to join, but his chopsticks were shot out as soon as he reached it. The other three have cultivation skills, and their strengths are naturally different. Only then did Kiyu understand that if there is no skill in this school, he will not even be able to eat food. Kongkong and Miaomiao pouted, because they could not participate in the dinner table. fighting.

Feng Haochen calmly stretched out his chopsticks, and calmly pinched Kongkong and Miaomiao during the fight between the three, and then even more understanding, Kiba also pinched some, and finally gave his own bowl. There was a bit in it, and what was left was the daily battle between the three. And Uncle An ate his own food calmly, letting them fight.

Muyu feels that he should be a little more upbeat. In this poor school, it is really impossible not to work hard.