Chapter 41 Snow Mountain Sword Technique

Feng Yi is a man of great character. He knows that once he goes to the birthday banquet,

If he were to take action against Wan Zhenshan and Qi Chang, Di Yun would be the first to step forward.

This young man has a rough fate, but he respects his master very much. In the original plot, he was relentless towards the famous gangster just because of a piece of clothing from his master. If Qi Changfa was plotting to murder his mentor, this kid would have to fight him to the death.

If you go easy on him, others will lose their fear of you!

If he used heavy hands, what kind of person would he be? If he robbed someone of their Shenzhaogong opportunity and then beat them, what difference would that make him be from a beast? Therefore, the appearance of Yan Daping perfectly solved this concern for Feng Yi.

Although Yan Daping was restrained by Feng Yi, he still had illusions and thought that he might have a chance to turn the situation around. But now he felt completely hopeless.

He understood one thing. Feng Yi's martial arts were indeed terrible, but he had taken into account everything he would face in Wan Mansion. He had no secrets in front of him, so how could he deal with him? Yan Daping felt cold in his heart and could not help but shout, "You have obtained the Shenzhao Gong and Liancheng Jue. I didn't dig up your ancestral graves or jump into the well with your children. Why do you have to torture me like this?"

Feng Yi's expression straightened, and he said sternly: "Even if I tell you the principles of being a human being, you won't understand!"

Yan Daping was silent for a while, then slowly said: "You are indeed amazing, you are a hero!

When you see injustice, help others!

But although it is the best strategy for you to do so, aren't you afraid that if I agree to your request now, you will regret it when I get to the Wan family?"

After all, he held out a glimmer of hope and wanted to see if Feng Yi had come up with anything he hadn't thought of. He stared at Feng Yi blankly, but saw that his eyes clearly revealed a hint of disdain.

Feng Yi laughed and said faintly: "Do you know how magical the Shenzhao Gong is?

Mr. Mei was pierced through the lungs and soaked in the Yangtze River for a long time, but he was still able to give his last words to Hero Ding. This is one of the reasons.

Even though Hero Ding had his collarbone pierced and his tendons torn, he was still able to practice martial arts and control his luck, making him invincible!

Throughout history, has anyone who practices martial arts been able to accomplish these two things?

As for the third one, I just slapped you with my hidden strength. Have you heard about what happened to Taoist Xiao? "

Yan Daping looked at Feng Yi with hatred and an aggrieved look on his face.

This martial arts secret book is the pain in his heart!

Feng Yi smiled and said, "In half a year, you will be like him, with your bones and muscles broken and shrunk into a ball of flesh."

Yan Daping was distracted for a moment, swallowed his saliva, and said in a hoarse voice: "You are lying, how can there be such a trick in the world?"

Feng Yi stared at Yan Daping and said, "In my eyes, you are like a lamb to be slaughtered. Are the chickens and ducks in the kitchen worth my deceiving?

I am also going to use the scorpion you raised to bite you, so that you will suffer greatly, and you are already in a situation where you are bound to die.

I want to see if someone like you who is evil-minded, greedy and vicious will drag the eldest and third brothers to hell together! Or will you sacrifice your life to protect them?

Whether they all continue to live at large, or you die in torture, or everyone does it together and perish together, the choice is yours.

I am looking forward to it!”

Yan Daping could hardly believe his ears. In an instant, his lips trembled and he murmured, "You are a devil, you are a devil..." His eyes revealed a look of despair.

What a vicious method this is. If Yan Daping is willing to testify, all three brothers will be finished.

If he didn't testify against Wan Zhenshan and Qi Changfa, they would be happy, but he would still have to die! Yan Daping knew that he had no choice! He thought that he didn't have the heart to sacrifice himself for others!

"devil?"

Feng Yi laughed and said, "I am willing to be a devil to deal with people like you who have lost all conscience.

But if you were truly capable of sacrificing your own life for justice, how could you be so cruel to your own master?

A qualified bad guy has the idea that if I don’t have a good life, others can’t have a good life either.

So, if the master can be killed, what can a senior brother do? On this point, I have great confidence in you, so don't pretend here, as if you are radiating the glory of humanity and making some great sacrifice! "

Yan Daping stared at Feng Yi, his face pale as he said, "Please, please, kill me!"

Feng Yi shook his head: "I kill people only to achieve my goal. So if I can avoid killing, I won't kill. I don't like your suggestion!"

After hearing this, Yan Daping couldn't help but reveal a trace of disdain between his brows, and sneered: "You have only been famous for a few days, haven't you killed enough people?"

Feng Yi said: "It is because I have killed so many people that I can judge myself more clearly.

I used to be curious about killing people, but now, I find it boring. Do you understand my feeling? "

As he spoke, he sighed, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Yan Daping was shocked when he heard this, and suddenly said: "Because for you, there is no one you can't kill, which makes you think this is the simplest thing and worthless!"

Feng Yi gently patted his palm and said with a smile: "You are indeed my confidant.

Killing people used to be too difficult for me, and I was afraid of retaliation and sanctions from the government.

You know, my boss is an official after all.

So this is out of reach.

But killing is too easy now. I can grab someone to death just by stretching out my hand, or stab someone to death by throwing a pair of chopsticks. Killing is just like mowing the grass.

You say, there are people in this world who like to prune flowers and grass, but are there people who like to pull weeds?"

Feng Yi truly felt this, he now felt that killing was too boring, no matter if it was a high-ranking official in the imperial court like Ling Tui Si, or a gangster like "Luo Hua Liu Shui", their lives were in his hands and there was no challenge at all.

So, killing people, the most difficult thing to do in his previous life, can no longer bring him any sense of accomplishment.

Yan Daping looked at Feng Yi's serious and calm face, his face turned red and white, and he suddenly let out a shrill scream, raised his hand and slapped himself on the forehead.

At this moment, he really didn't want to live anymore! Feng Yi was the biggest devil in the world!

Feng Yi didn't even look at him. He snorted coldly, and flicked out his left sleeve, hitting Yan Daping directly in the waist.

Yan Daping's whole body went numb, he floated about a few feet sideways and fell to the ground. How could he commit suicide?

Then Feng Yi said faintly: "We are so close to each other. If I, Feng Yi, don't want anyone to die, no one can die. Even if you die, I can bring you back to life. If you don't believe me, you can try it again.

But my patience is very short. If you make me angry, I will strip you naked, even if you commit suicide.

Hang it on the gate of Jingzhou City, put a big sign on your back, list your crimes, and let everyone see what this 'Land Dragon' is."

Yan Daping's face was pale, his lips were trembling, his eyes were empty, he stared at the sky, motionless, a few tears seeped from the corners of his eyes.

He regretted it!

He really regretted it! Why did he come to find Feng Yi! Feng Yi walked leisurely to Yan Daping, kicked him, and said, "It's getting late, and I have things to do.

Get up, as long as you listen to me, I can prevent the scorpion from biting you, and I can also use and resolve this hidden power.

When the time comes, I will gently press your vital point with my finger, and you will feel absolutely no pain at all. Your death will be a hundred times more peaceful than that of Wan Zhenshan and Qi Changfa.

I, Feng Yi, dare not say anything else, but as long as I promise something to someone, I will always keep my word, you can rest assured about this."

Yan Daping's face turned pale when he heard this.

When did death become a reward?

But Feng Yi said slowly: "You are also a famous person, don't hold me back and force me to beat you up. If someone sees you, they will say that you, Yan Daping, betrayed your master and ancestors, but if you are slapped in the face and kicked in the butt, you are not even a man!"

Yan Daping snorted heavily, wishing he could bite Feng Yi to pieces, but he really couldn't beat him, and his life was in other people's hands, so he didn't dare to disobey and could only get up angrily.

Feng Yi said: "Don't forget to bring your little friend with you. If you don't obey, I will still use it to bite you and clear the way for you."

Yan Daping could only pick up the poisonous scorpion he raised and walk ahead, cursing Feng Yi's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart.

Feng Yi mounted his horse and followed Yan Daping leisurely.

The two of them, one walking and the other riding a horse, did not speak a word along the way. They just walked along the bank of the Yangtze River until the sun set. They saw a small town ahead. From afar, it looked very lively with people coming and going.

Yan Daping couldn't help but ask, "Are we going to Jingzhou instead of crossing the river now?"

Feng Yi said calmly: "How many days are left until Wan Zhenshan's birthday?"

Yan Daping said: "There are less than three days left."

Feng Yi glanced at him and said, "Are you so anxious to die?"

Yan Daping was so angry that his eyes were bleeding, but he could not say a word.

You have to know that he is known as the "Land Dragon" and is a powerful figure in the martial arts world. Countless powerful characters have fallen at his hands, but he is helpless against a young man like Feng Yi. This frustration almost drives him crazy.

Yan Daping couldn't help but look up at the sky, a trace of bitterness crawled across the corners of his eyes, and he sighed: "Is there really retribution in this world?"

Feng Yi ignored him, found an inn and booked a room.

The light in the house was dim, and the two ordered food, which was a pot of fish cooked with tofu, a plate of bacon with fermented black beans, and a bowl of rice.

Yan Daping smelled the fragrance of the food, picked up the chopsticks and started eating. However, Feng Yi did not move his chopsticks. It was a relief for him as there was someone else who could try the poison for free.

Yan Daping was eating when he suddenly burst into tears.

Feng Yi said coldly: "You are a person of high rank, why are you crying?"

Yan Daping put down his chopsticks, wiped away his tears, and sighed: "I used to test for poison before eating, but today I don't have the heart to do so."

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As he spoke, his expression suddenly changed, as if he was reminiscing, sighing, sad, and worried.

Feng Yi chuckled, picked up the glass of wine and swallowed it.

After dinner, Feng Yi went to sleep with his clothes on.

Yan Daping looked at Feng Yi's fearless appearance in front of him, and besides hatred, he also had a bit of admiration.

If he were in Feng Yi's shoes, he would never dare to do so.

Yan Daping was scolded by Feng Yi and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Suddenly, he heard a few very subtle noises.

Yan Daping sat up, feeling alert in his heart. He had strong internal strength and was an expert in martial arts. He knew it was the sound of wind in the clothes as soon as he heard it.

Then Feng Yi said leisurely: "It is a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar, why don't you go and greet them!"

Yan Daping was so angry that he almost fumed. He thought, "How can this be? You caused the trouble, but you want me to take care of it!" He said, "Maybe it's just a thief passing by. Why bother with him?"

Feng Yi turned over and said, "There are eight people around this roof now. Do you think they are thieves passing by or evil spirits who have come to visit?"

Yan Daping's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he immediately drew out his long sword, pushed open the window, and jumped out, thinking: "Feng Yi knew how many people came even in his sleep. His inner strength is so deep that it is simply horrifying! It seems that what he said about using hidden strength on me was not a false threat. How can I save my life?"

When I arrived at the courtyard, I saw the moon was bright in the sky and everything was quiet. There were two dark shadows on the roofs on both sides. They were all wearing black clothes and black hoods. Except for their eyes, their bodies were hidden in the darkness. I wondered, "Feng Yi said there were eight, where are the other four?"

He held the sword across his chest, took a deep breath and shouted: "Who are you? Do you know that Hero Feng is staying here? Are you tired of living?"

One of the four men said in a hoarse voice: "Old man, if it weren't for Master Feng, we brothers wouldn't have come! This is none of your business, don't make yourself unhappy!"

Yan Daping was originally forced out by Feng Yi, but these words made him angry.

Think about it, Yan Daping is also a big shot in the martial arts world. It's okay that he can't defeat Feng Yi, but this man dares to look down on him. How can he tolerate this?

He raised his eyes and said grimly, "If you have the guts to come here, why hide your heads and faces? Are you afraid of making a fool of yourself and bringing disgrace to your ancestors?"

As soon as these words were spoken, several people laughed.

The laughter was powerful and rumbling.

As soon as Yan Daping heard this, he knew that the people coming here all had strong internal strength. No wonder they dared to come here despite knowing Feng Yi's reputation. He shouted, "What's so funny? Come one by one, or all at once!"

The laughter of several people stopped, and the leader sneered: "Hey, hey, you are shameless, who are you to challenge us, which brother can stretch this old man's muscles?"

Yan Daping saw the bright light in his eyes, and knew that he must be a very powerful person, so he heard someone shout, "I'm here!"

He drew his sword with a clang and flew down from the house. His internal energy went straight to the tip of the sword. Sword flowers flew out and he rushed straight towards Yan Daping's chest. His sword skills were quite like those of a master.

Yan Daping suddenly raised his right hand, and with a swish, the sword rushed forward with great force like a rainbow.

Yan Daping was cowardly in Feng Yi's hands, but now his sword skills were graceful, his body was steady, he had the air of a master, and his movements were so fast that he didn't look like an old man at all.

There was a sound of "ding ding dang dang" when metal clashed against metal, and the two men had already exchanged three moves.

The man who came believed that he was very proficient in swordsmanship, and that these consecutive sword attacks would definitely injure the enemy.

Unexpectedly, the opponent not only blocked his three swords, but also attacked him three times. He was startled, held the sword across his chest, and shouted: "Who are you? Judging from your swordsmanship, you must be a nobody!"

Yan Daping ignored his question and shouted, "I was wondering who was so arrogant. It turns out you are from the Snow Mountain Sect. With your limited skills, you dare to speak so arrogantly. Take it!"

Suddenly, he turned his wrist and used the move "A lone wild goose comes up from the sea, daring not to look back at the pond and the lake". The tip of the sword drew circles of light in the air and passed it towards the opponent.

He also noticed that the internal force contained in the enemy's blade was indeed strong, and thought: "This man's martial arts are so amazing, if the four of us join forces, we will definitely not be his opponent, but Feng Yi will definitely not let me die now!"

So he was not afraid at all! Feng Yi had been standing by the window, watching the two men fight, and thought to himself: "Yan Daping is well-known in the martial arts world, and he is indeed quite skilled. I just can't tell that the man here is using the Snow Mountain School's swordsmanship!"

But he knew that he lacked experience in the world after all.

The men in black were also shocked. They didn't recognize the other party's background, but they were recognized by others.

At this time, the Snow Mountain Sect no longer dared to underestimate this old man. They avoided Yan Daping's sword and stabbed out seven swords with lightning speed. Their moves were swift, rapid and dense.

Yan Daping was no mediocre fighter either. He wielded the sword very quickly and his sword moves were continuous. The tip of the sword turned seven circles with a clinking sound, and he completed seven or eight moves in a flash.

Feng Yi was watching and thinking, "Yan Daping's internal strength is too insufficient, and his moves are too fancy. Why not just stab him in the abdomen directly? Wouldn't that be quick and fierce? If it doesn't hurt him, it will make him return his sword to defend! Why bother to get stuck in defense!"

Yan Daping's swordsmanship was far from perfect, but even so, he was able to fight evenly with the expert from the Snow Mountain Sect and did not lose the upper hand.

Feng Yi naturally thought again: "Mei Niansheng didn't teach them the real skills, but with just this one skill, how many people in the world can be rivaled? Why did it come to that? Is human greed never-ending? There's always a mountain to climb!"

The group of men in black also exclaimed “Eh!”

One person said loudly: "Brother Wang, um, this is a bit weird. How can Feng Yi, a cowardly subordinate, have such a tough idea?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Daping shouted, "Bullshit!"

The long sword was suddenly thrust out, and then fiercely transferred to the left hand. The right hand then turned around and slapped the opponent hard in the face with a loud slap.

This move was so ingenious and clever that the opponent was stunned and took several steps back.

Feng Yi secretly praised in his heart: "If this move is accompanied by the magic power, the opponent will be finished!"

He knew that if he was hit by his full strength, even if the opponent's internal strength was equal to his, half of his body would be numb and sore. If he followed up with a follow-up move, this split second would be enough to finish the opponent off!

Yan Daping naturally didn't have such ability, but he was very happy that he succeeded with one move. He was slapped several times by Feng Yi, and he finally got some compensation.

It also counts on other people! Yan Daping smiled and shook his long sword suddenly, and put it on the man's long sword.

The Snow Mountain disciple felt a great force coming, his arm ached, and the long sword was about to fly out of his hand. However, he also used all his strength to hold the long sword in his hand, and would not let it go.

Unexpectedly, Yan Daping swung his sword, and like a spirit snake, he leaped forward, and with a hiss, blood spurted out.

The man was hit by a sword on the shoulder. Feeling the pain, Yan Daping used his sword to knock the man's sword away. The man quickly jumped back.

Then an old voice on the rooftop shouted, "Liancheng Sword Technique, this is Liancheng Sword Technique!"

Yan Daping sneered: "Hey, you're not blind at least!"

He stretched out the long sword in his hand and caught the long sword that fell from the air. The tip of the sword seemed to have glue, and it actually stuck to the opponent's long sword. He held it with his left hand and said with a smile: "The Snow Mountain Sect has only this little ability, and they dare to get involved in the Shenzhaojing and Lianchengjue. Hehe, they really don't know their own limits!"

Feng Yi saw that Yan Daping's three moves were perfect, and suddenly he realized something, thinking: "Although the 'Tang Poetry Sword Technique' of the Meimen disciples is fancy, it is ultimately derived from the Liancheng Sword Technique. Mei Niansheng did not teach them the profound internal skills, which led them astray.

But I have the Shenzhaojing, which contains the ultimate truth and is the foundation of martial arts. It is actually the sword technique of Liancheng swordsmanship.

I am following the sword moves of 'Tang Poetry Swordsmanship', so I may be able to trace back to its origin and restore the real Liancheng Swordsmanship!"

(End of this chapter)