Chapter 178 Feng Qingyang

Huang Boliu sat cross-legged on the Siguo Cliff, watching Linghu Chong go into the cave again with a grumbling voice.

Given Gang Leader Huang's personality, he wanted to drag Linghu Chong down the mountain when he lost the tenth round.

But every time the kid entered the cave and came out, he never brought him a surprise.

The exquisite sword techniques of Hengshan, Songshan, Taishan, Huashan and Hengshan aroused his interest.

After defeating Linghu Chong for the 30th time, he couldn't help but wonder what was hidden in the cave?
"It's impossible that there are senior masters from the Five Mountains Sword Sect hiding here, right? But if not, why was Linghu Chong able to obtain some amazing moves after entering there once?"

Huang Bolu was puzzled, so he stood up and prepared to go into the cave to take a look.

Linghu Chong happened to come out of the cave. Seeing Huang Bolius's actions, he knew what he wanted to do. His heart suddenly tightened. If the other party could see what was written on the stone wall of the cave, the Five Mountains Sword Sect would never be able to recover!

Linghu Chong stretched out his hands to stop him and asked, "Where are you going, Chief Huang? We haven't even decided who's the winner yet!"

"Young Master Linghu, you've already lost thirty rounds. How dare you say such things?"

Huang Boliu said as he walked towards the cave, "There should be a few senior masters living in seclusion in this cave, right? I have been here for so long and I haven't visited them yet. It's really rude."

After hearing this, Linghu Chong smiled and explained, "The one living in seclusion in this cave is a senior from our sect. Gang Leader Huang is not a disciple of our Huashan Sect, so the senior does not want to meet you."

Huang Boliu frowned slightly, and the anger that had accumulated before finally found a way to vent at this moment: "Your sect's senior is too arrogant. I, Huang Boliu, have been in the martial arts world for many years, but I have never seen such a evasive senior master. I must meet him today."

"Several seniors have been in seclusion for a long time and have no knowledge of external affairs. Their gathering here has nothing to do with Gang Leader Huang, so why should you be so aggressive?" Linghu Chong tried to stop him again, but Huang Boliu grabbed his wrist and threw him out.

"Young Master Linghu, there is no need to stop me. If I offend you, I will take the punishment!"

After Linghu Chong landed, he immediately got up and tried to stop him, but found that Huang Boliu was standing there motionless.

He was stunned for a moment, then he noticed that there was an old man with white beard and green robe in front of Huang Boliu. He looked depressed, his face was as white as gold paper, and he was in his seventies.

Linghu Chong was shocked and thought, "Could this old man be the masked man in green robe from that night? Where did he come from? Why didn't I hear any sound?!"

"Senior Huashan, are you Mr. Feng Qingyang?" Huang Boliu said in a serious tone, alert.

The old man sighed and said, "It's rare that there are still people in the world who know Feng's name."

Linghu Chong's mind raced. This old man was from the Qing generation, and was indeed one generation higher than his master.
But why had he never heard his master or mistress mention that there were such seniors in their sect?
Even though Feng Qingyang looks like a master, if Ou Zanghua were here, he might be able to break down Old Feng's defense without him saying anything.

Through the narration of Master Fangzheng and Taoist Chongxu, we know that when the Sword Sect and the Qi Sect were fighting, Feng Qingyang was deceived by the Qi Sect to go to Jiangnan to get married.

Yue Buqun once clearly stated that the sword battle took place twenty-five years ago.

So the question is, if what Master Fangzheng and Taoist Chongxu said is true, Feng Qingyang, who is now in his seventies, happily went to Jiangnan to get married twenty-five years ago.
Judging from Feng Qingyang's strength and status in the martial arts world, he should not be short of money.

Even if one studies swordsmanship diligently for thirty years, one would not have to wait until he is over forty to get married.

Then
The atmosphere at the Cliff of Repentance was a bit awkward at this moment.

Huang Bolu had never expected that such an awesome senior would emerge.

Fortunately, he did not take Linghu Chong away by force, otherwise the old man would have taken action long ago.

At this time, Feng Qingyang looked at Linghu Chong, sighed and said: "You are really useless! Let me teach you. First, use the move of White Rainbow Piercing the Sun, then use the move of Phoenix Arriving, then use the move of Golden Goose Flying Across the Sky, and then use the Sword-Sniping Style..."

He recited thirty moves in one breath, all of which Linghu Chong had learned, but the angles of the sword and the positions of the footsteps were different. "These thirty moves were performed in one go. With your current level of cultivation, it is indeed a bit difficult. Try to perform them first."

Linghu Chong thought that these moves were all from the Huashan Sect, so it would not hurt to give it a try.

He drew his sword immediately, but after only two moves he felt something strange and his movements became distorted.

"Fool! No wonder you could become Yue Buqun's disciple, you are just as rigid and inflexible!"

Feng Qingyang demonstrated it and said, "The art of swordsmanship requires you to be as smooth as flowing water and move as you like. After you used the move of White Rainbow Piercing the Sun, with the tip of your sword pointing upward, couldn't you drag it down? Although there is no such posture in swordsmanship, couldn't you be creative and cooperate with it?"

This remark immediately sobered Linghu Chong up.
Yup!

Swordsmanship should be free to do whatever you want!

Why hadn't he thought of it before?

Thus, he sheathed his sword and naturally performed the Phoenix Coming Ceremony. Before the sword move became old, it had already turned into a golden goose flying across the sky.

When the long sword passed over his head, he hooked and lifted it, and easily changed it into a blocking hand style. The change of moves was seamless, and he felt comfortable in his heart.

He then followed Feng Qingyang's instructions and performed each move one by one. After the bells and drums rang and he put away his sword, he felt indescribable joy.

Feng Qingyang looked at it but had no intention of praising it. He just said, "Yes, it is right. Unfortunately, the marks of the axe and the chisel are too obvious. It is too clumsy and not elegant enough. But it is enough to deal with the man in front of us. Let's go up and try it!"

Huang Bolu, who was watching the game at the side, was very interested. After hearing Feng Qingyang's words, he remembered that he was the opponent.

His face darkened and he said, "You are too arrogant to teach me how to defeat me in front of me, Mr. Feng!"

Linghu Chong immediately said, "It's great that Gang Leader Huang doesn't want to take action. Please do as you wish. I need to ask this old senior for advice and have no time to accompany Gang Leader Huang."

"you!."

Huang Boliu sneered and said, "Okay, then I will learn from Young Master Linghu's skills! But let me make it clear in advance that this is the last time. Losing is losing, winning is winning! Mr. Feng is a senior in the martial arts world, please be a witness for us."

"Okay!" Feng Qingyang agreed, slowly walked to the big rock and sat down.

Huang Boliu was greatly relieved and shouted, "Watch out for the knife!"

He swung his saber towards Linghu Chong. Linghu Chong dodged sideways and stabbed back with his sword, using the fourth move the old man had mentioned, "Sword-Sniping Style".

After he swung his sword, he continued to unleash sword moves in a continuous stream. His sword skills were light and agile. Some of the moves he used were those mentioned by Feng Qingyang, while some were beyond the thirty moves.

Now that Linghu Chong has understood the essence of the eight words "flowing like clouds and running water, going wherever you want", he naturally will not stick to the sword moves anymore.

This kind of performance made Feng Qingyang nod his head. This young man's talent in swordsmanship was truly first-rate. It was such a waste of talent to let him practice Qigong with Yue Buqun.

Linghu Chong, whose swordsmanship had greatly improved, fought with Huang Boliu for more than sixty moves before his sword was knocked away by Huang Boliu by mistake.

But before Huang Boliu could be happy, he heard Linghu Chong say, "Boss Huang, not only did I take thirty of your moves, I also gave you thirty-three moves."

"Hahaha, okay, okay. Today it's me, Huang Bolu, who's in trouble!" Huang Bolu glanced at Feng Qingyang who was sitting not far away. He didn't dare to make any small movements and could only speak in a heroic manner.

(End of this chapter)