Chapter 31 Death Jin Renfeng was envious and memorized those sword techniques in his heart, trying to figure out the tricks and methods. "The moves are dead, but the people who use them are alive. No matter how well you break a dead move, if you encounter a live move, you will inevitably be tied up and can only be slaughtered. You must remember this word 'live' firmly." Feng Qingyang put away his sword and stood up, saying. “When learning a move, you must learn it flexibly, and when using a move, you must use it flexibly. If you are rigid and unchanging, even if you have practiced tens of millions of moves, if you meet a true master, you will still be defeated completely.” "Uncle Grand Master, what you mean is that only by mastering all the moves can we make the enemy invincible?" Jin Renfeng asked. "You do have some understanding." Feng Qingyang nodded with a smile. "However, learning and applying it flexibly is only the first step. To be able to attack without any tricks is to truly enter the realm of a master." "The realm of no moves..." Jin Renfeng murmured to himself, but he understood in his heart that his understanding of the sword path was indeed correct. Although what Uncle Feng said sounded profound, it was actually no different from what he understood as entering with moves first and then entering without moves.
"Don't think about that for now. The state of no moves may seem to be right in front of you, but it is actually far away. You can just leave it for later." Feng Qingyang said: "Swordsmanship training must be done step by step. You have already integrated the thirty or forty swordsmanship moves of the Huashan School and connected them together. Now you want to forget those sword moves and fight me with nothing." "Nothing?" Jin Renfeng frowned, "But how can I use the sword without any moves?" Swordsmanship is composed of moves. Without the moves, how can swordsmanship exist? "Boy, what's the move?" Feng Qingyang asked without answering. "Of course, I will use the sword." "Without sword moves, you can't even use a sword? Even a three-year-old child would be able to swing a long sword if he picked it up!" He said in an inexplicable tone. Jin Renfeng's eyes lit up. "Uncle Grand Master, do you want me to return my sword skills to the basic methods of stabbing, chopping, splitting, and slicing, so that I can return to my roots and master the fundamentals of swordsmanship?" "Ruzi can be taught!" Feng Qingyang smiled. "Then, disciple will understand." Under the instruction of Master Uncle Feng, Jin Renfeng felt that the ever-changing sword techniques in his mind suddenly shattered and transformed into the basic sword movements of stabbing, slicing, chopping and blocking. The originally numerous and endless sword techniques suddenly became simple and clear. He walked forward with a sword in hand and bowed. "Please give me some advice, Uncle Master Feng." Feng Qingyang nodded, and then the two of them swung their swords and started fighting. This battle was extremely exciting. Jin Renfeng's swordsmanship had greatly improved and he wanted to test his sword. And Feng Qingyang happened to be an expert swordsman. What a coincidence, it's really a match made in heaven.
The two men fought non-stop, and lasted for half a day. In the end, Jin Renfeng completely integrated the "alive" concept into his swordsmanship. "You are a quick learner, kid." Seeing the results, Feng Qingyang was very satisfied. "Uncle Grand Master taught me well." Jin Renfeng chuckled. Feng Qingyang shook his head and said, "It's getting late now, so let's stop here for today. You should go down the mountain first!" "Then I want to learn sword in the future..." "If you want to learn swordsmanship, come to this cliff to find me." Feng Qingyang waved his hand, and then he disappeared from Jin Renfeng's sight in a flash. "Wow! Grandmaster Uncle's Qinggong is pretty good, it would be great if he was willing to teach me." Jin Renfeng exclaimed in praise. Although the Huashan School is strong in swordsmanship, its lightness skills are its weakness. He had practiced Qinggong for many years, but it was all supported by internal strength, and there was no subtlety at all. After Master Feng left, he left the mountain. Halfway through the journey, I saw a person running towards the top of the mountain. Jin Renfeng looked at the man and found it was Linghu Chong himself. "Second Junior Brother, why are you asking me so proactively today? Do you want to duel with swords?" Jin Renfeng shouted in surprise. Linghu Chong was not so active in the past. Linghu Chong rushed to his side, panting, and said hurriedly, "Still fighting with swords? Senior Brother, go back quickly! Something big has happened!" "Something serious happened?" Jin Renfeng was puzzled. "My Huashan Sect is now closed to the public and we are not causing any trouble. How could anything serious happen?" "Master Ning is gone!" Linghu Chong looked sad. Grandmaster Ning! Jin Renfeng couldn't help but think of the old man who had taken so much care of her. After several years of living together, he couldn't help but feel sad. "It's such a big deal, why didn't you call me earlier? Let's go!" Jin Renfeng shouted loudly, used his Qinggong skills, and rushed towards Zhengqi Hall. . . . . . . There was a chorus of grief in the Zhengqi Hall at this moment. Jin Renfeng walked into the hall, only to see his master Ning Qingyu sitting on the armchair at the top with a peaceful look on his face.
The little junior sister on the side was crying and calling for her grandfather. The master's wife covered her face and cried, her body trembling. Even the usually calm master Yue Buqun had red eyes and a sad look on his face. "Ren Feng, your master has gone, go and pay your respects to him first!" Seeing Jin Renfeng approaching, Yue Buqun said indifferently. "I already know about my master's matter, but I wonder when he passed away?" Jin Renfeng asked. "The old man was old and had old injuries. Some time ago, he came to the hall alone, called everyone together, said something, and then closed his eyes and passed away." Yue Buqun said. "Because your master left in such a hurry, he didn't have time to call you." "So that's how it is!" Jin Renfeng murmured to himself. An inexplicable feeling of emptiness and sadness came over him. It’s not that he hasn’t seen death before. Even on Earth, the death of elderly people is a common thing. But the death of the people around him is different from that of others. Looking at Ning Qingyu's familiar face, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. Jin Renfeng walked forward, knelt in front of Ning Qingyu's body, and kowtowed three times slowly. Grandmaster Ning was seriously ill, so they didn't meet often. However, after several years of getting along, he took good care of his disciple, so Jin Renfeng still had some feelings for this grandmaster. Now, when a familiar person dies suddenly, even the most indifferent person will be shaken. "Sure enough, the most precious thing in this world is immortality!" Jin Renfeng sighed in his heart. If one does not have immortality, no matter how glorious one's life was, one will eventually turn into a handful of earth. Just like the master in front of him, he was taught by Huashan himself when he was young and enjoyed great glory. Later, he was lucky enough to survive the sword energy dispute and lived to the end to succeed as the head of Huashan. It can be said that he has reached the highest position in the Huashan Sect. However, everything becomes meaningless at the moment of death. "No matter what, I will embark on the path of immortality." Jin Renfeng said firmly in his heart. The death of his master deepened his obsession with immortality. (End of this chapter)