Chapter 46: Meimen Disciple (Two in One)

"Ding, the host has been recognized by the disciples of Meimen, triggering the task: Cleaning up the door, and the reward achievement value is 100."

The long-lost system prompt sound rang in Feng Yi's mind, and he immediately called up the system.

[Host: Feng Yi

Age: 21 Identity: the last disciple of "Two Lakes Hero" Mei Niansheng.

Internal strength: Shenzhao Gong (great success) + Note: "Perfection" requires an achievement value of 125 Martial arts: Wuying Shenquan (great success) + "Perfection" requires an achievement value of 50 Qingfeng Sword, Wuhu Duanmen Knife, Kaishan Palm, Eagle Claw Hand, Tiger Claw, Big and Small Grasping Hand (Perfection)

Tang Poetry Swordplay "Liancheng Swordplay" (A First Look at the Tips)

Note: To upgrade to "Minor Achievement", you need an achievement value of 20. Light Kung Fu: Leaping Skill, Chasing Cicadas in Eight Steps, Flying on Grass (mastered) Hidden Weapon: Throwing a Heavy Blow (mastered)

(Note: Proficiency is divided into the following categories: Beginner’s Guide, Some Achievement, Great Achievement, and Mastery) Achievement Value: 6 (Note: Obtained by completing tasks and killing enemies. Achievement value can be used to increase martial arts experience)]

Feng Yi saw that his status had changed from being an expelled leader of the Longsha Gang to becoming Mei Niansheng's last disciple. He thought it was because Yan Daping recognized him as Mei's disciple.

After all, Ding Dian is not even Mei Niansheng's disciple, so his so-called accepting disciples on behalf of his master is strictly speaking false.

No matter how unfilial Yan Daping was, he was still considered the second disciple of Mei Niansheng in the eyes of the world.

Since he acknowledged that he was Mei Niansheng's disciple, this was already a fact.

And after repeated battles and self-realization, the proficiency of Shenzhaogong and Wuyingshenquan has been further improved, so the achievement points required to reach the supreme level of perfection and superb skills have been reduced again.

As for the various martial arts taught by Ding Dian, they are based on the supreme internal force of Shenzhao Gong. They can be mastered once practiced and become extremely proficient once mastered.

Yan Daping finished practicing a set of "Tang Poetry Sword Technique" by talking and showing his hands. He held the sword and bowed, saying, "I am just showing off my skills in front of an expert. Please give me some advice, Master Feng."

Feng Yi stood up and bowed, saying: "Don't call me Hero Feng anymore.

I'm not a knight, you can call me Feng Yi or Brother Feng."

Yan Daping nodded.

"I used to think that this sword technique had too many tricks and was not practical, but today I have seen the whole picture and now I know that it is colorful, contains profound principles and is very rich in knowledge.

Master Mei probably added some fake moves for you to practice and learn from the spirit of Liancheng Sword Technique. If you can practice it to perfection, it will be as fake as a dream, and the killing move will be hidden in one blow."

At this point, Feng Yi couldn't help but feel a little ashamed: "I said before that this set of swordsmanship has many tricks, based on my ability, because as long as I draw my sword fast and fiercely enough, a simple sword can solve the problem.

But you don't know the Shenzhao Gong, and your internal strength is not as good as mine. Your sword moves that seem fast and fierce are actually not practical."

Tang poetry swordsmanship is related to poetry. Before learning swordsmanship, one must first understand the meaning of poetry. Feng Yi is not a genius, but he has received a formal and systematic education. It is not difficult for him to understand the meaning of those famous sentences in Tang poetry swordsmanship.

In the original plot, Di Yun said that the "Tang Poetry Sword Technique" had too many tricks and pointed out various shortcomings, but he didn't know that he thought so, because he possessed the most superior martial arts of both the good and evil factions of "Shen Zhao Jing" and "Xue Dao Jing", and his martial arts were so strong that there was no one else in the world.

Although the tactics he conceived were simple and able to defeat the enemy, they were often difficult to implement in reality and ordinary people could never do them.

This straight thrust of the sword is simple, but it requires the speed to be a moment faster than the opponent, so the opponent naturally cannot resist.

But why can't I be faster? People can dodge and block.

Or maybe someone is faster than you, or has more internal strength than you, so how can a light blow hurt him? Just like a bird seeing a lion or tiger fighting below, it will inevitably think: "Why not fly high and pounce, so that I can win for sure?"

Little do people know that although lions and tigers are the most ferocious and powerful among all beasts, they are unable to fly high and pounce.

Firstly, Di Yun did not have broad knowledge and had no confidence in his martial arts. He thought his martial arts skills were average. Secondly, deep down in his heart, he had been subconsciously making excuses for Qi Changfa's rebellious behavior of murdering his master, so he could not think of the reason.

On the other hand, Feng Yi was knowledgeable and intelligent, which were beyond Di Yun's reach. As Yan Daping performed his full set of sword skills and combined them with the mysteries in the "Shenzhao Jing", he figured out this truth.

Many of the tricks in Tang poetry swordplay are actually deceptive. Because in martial arts, if you can win against someone head-on, it is certainly a good skill, such as the Beggar Gang's unique skill "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing"! But as long as you can deceive the opponent, it is also a good skill, such as the "Dog Beating Stick Technique".

Even a talented master like Qiao Feng needs to resort to tricks and lure his opponent into falling for him when he encounters an opponent that he cannot defeat.

What’s more, there are three disciples of Meimen.

Yan Daping was just pondering the meaning of Feng Yi's words when he saw Feng Yi pick up the sword and tap the sword's spine with his fingers. There was a humming sound, like the roar of a dragon and the sound of wind, crisp and exciting, and extremely beautiful.

Feng Yi injected the inner force of Shenzhaogong into the sword and slashed it lightly. The sword made a whirring sound and filled the room with light, like a pool of autumn water flowing gently in his hand.

Yan Daping was shocked and kept saying "Wow."

Feng Yi held the sword across his chest, standing tall like a pine or cypress. He closed his eyes silently, went over Yan Daping's sword moves in his mind, and recalled the martial arts principles in the Shen Zhao Jing.

Suddenly he shouted loudly: "The smoke rises straight up in the desert, the sun sets over the long river!" He leaped forward and drew his sword, with flowing light all around.

"A lone wild goose came from the sea, not daring to look back at the pond;

Looking down, I hear the startling wind, the mountains seem like waves; the setting sun shines on the big flags, the horses neigh in the wind; the flowers from the sky are falling, birds are flying everywhere; there is a full moon in Chang'an, and the sound of pounding clothes in thousands of households;

Mountains rise from human faces, clouds grow beside horse heads; all nations look up to Zhou, and dress in formal attire and pay homage to the emperor’s tassels…”

Feng Yi chanted and drew his sword. At first, he was not familiar with the moves and drew his sword slowly, but as the sword moves were performed,

The "Shenzhaojing" is like a mirror, reflecting every move and style of "Tang Poetry Sword Technique" clearly. The profound principles of sword techniques in the "Shenzhaojing" flow like a brook, gradually picking up speed, and being integrated in an instant.

Each sword is filled with inherent strength. When used to the extreme, the sword emits a roaring sound, as if the way of heaven is giving birth to wind and thunder.

The long sword in his hand circled in the air like lightning, as if the Dragon King was following his orders and making clouds and rain.

It turns out that although Tang Shi's swordsmanship is not as good as Lian Cheng's swordsmanship, the sword intent therein is consistent and does not deviate from the boundaries of "Shen Zhao Jing".

Feng Yi's "Shenzhao Gong" has reached perfection, and his comprehension of the martial arts in the "Shenzhao Jing" has deepened day by day. When he learns this Tang poetry sword technique, he can master it right away and becomes proficient after practicing it for a while.

Then this "Tang Poetry Sword Technique" does not need to consume achievement points, and can be mastered directly by one's own ability, as if it has been practiced for decades.

Yan Daping listened and saw, and was amazed in his heart. He opened his eyes wide, trying hard to see clearly, but the more he looked, the more blurry it seemed. He was getting upset.

Suddenly, the chanting stopped and the sword light faded.

Yan Daping was stunned, clapped his hands and cheered: "Amazing, amazing, it's the same sword technique, but it can shine so brightly in your hands."

Feng Yi felt unusually comfortable all over his body, as if his internal strength had increased. He opened the system and saw that the achievement value required to upgrade the Divine Light Power to perfection was only 90.

He glanced at Yan Daping without saying a word, then quietly walked to the bed with his sword in hand and sat cross-legged.

What he is thinking about now is how to separate the dross from the essence and trace back to the "Liancheng Sword Technique" from the "Tang Poetry Sword Technique".

He was also afraid that if he became absorbed in his trance, he would not be able to detect the enemy's attack in time, so he placed the sword horizontally on his knees.

Yan Daping knew that Feng Yi had gained some experience, so he went to bed with his clothes on. However, he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep well.

Mei Niansheng is very famous, but his Shenzhaojing is little known. However, Liancheng swordsmanship is almost known to everyone. This swordsmanship is naturally extraordinary. Feng Yi recalled silently, and before he knew it, the stars and the moon disappeared, and the east gradually became brighter.

Feng Yi only modified one-fifth of the moves in "Tang Poetry Sword Technique", which made him very tired, but as the sky was getting brighter, he could only wait and see until later.

After they washed up and were about to go out, Yan Daping suddenly knelt on the ground and said, "Brother Feng, for Master's sake, I, your second senior brother, ask you for a favor!"

Feng Yi frowned slightly and asked: "What's the matter!"

Yan Daping said slowly: "I only ask you not to kill me at Wan Zhenshan's birthday banquet!"

Feng Yi said unhappily: "Are you negotiating terms with me?"

"No." Yan Daping shook his head: "I only ask that when you go to the Snow Mountain Sect, you can take me with you, so that I can see the power of Liancheng Swordsmanship, and I will have no regrets even if I die!"

Feng Yi looked surprised and asked, "Who told you that I'm going to the Snow Mountain Sect?"

After hearing this, Yan Daping scratched his head and said, "Didn't you make a date with someone last night?

We in the martial arts world have made an appointment, and it is a dead appointment. We must meet again. If we break our promise and enrich ourselves, everyone will look down on us!"

Feng Yi thought for a moment and said with a smile: "What date did you make?

He said there was a flaw and asked me to go to Lingxiao City. I said I would definitely go when I have time!"

Yan Daping widened his eyes and muttered, "Isn't this just going there?"

Feng Yi smiled slightly: "If I go, I am free. If I don't go, I am not free. What does it have to do with whether I break my promise?"

Yan Daping was stunned, and asked suspiciously: "Can this be explained in this way?"

Feng Yi sneered, "The right to interpret the words is in my hands, so I can move forward and backward as I please. I am only a young man, what's the point of those empty names of competitiveness?"

At this point, he paused and said, "The famous martial arts sects have encountered countless powerful and formidable enemies over the past hundreds or even thousands of years, but what is the fundamental reason why they can still exist today?"

Yan Daping asked: "What?"

Feng Yi said: "When we meet in the martial arts world, no matter whether we fight openly or secretly, martial arts is the decisive factor.

Even if he wants to plot against you, he has to prepare a trap in advance, but he may not have the opportunity or time to execute it perfectly.

A master can adapt to any situation. It is extremely difficult to force him into a dead end! But once you attack the base camp of a master, how can they not have some means of protection after hundreds of years of establishment? Especially if they want to uproot and destroy the sect, do you think they will still fight you with martial arts? Who knows what despicable means are waiting for you? So the master will only block the door, but not enter.

Rushing right into someone's house is something only a young and foolish man with a lot of fat on his head would do. A wise person would never do that!

Besides, the Snow Mountain Sect once had a son-in-law who shook the world..."

Yan Daping was shocked and said in surprise: "Son-in-law? Are you saying that this man is a master who can defeat you?"

Feng Yi sighed, looked out the window, a trace of disappointment and yearning appeared on his face, and he sighed: "I don't know."

He then turned to look at Yan Daping and said word by word: "Have you heard of the Island of Heroes?"

Yan Daping asked curiously: "Xia Ke Island?"

After thinking for a while, he shook his head and said slowly: "I haven't heard of it!"

Feng Yi thought, "Who knows when the Island of Heroes happened? Don't run into Shi Potian, it would be embarrassing."

He thought to himself that with his current martial arts skills, he would most likely not be able to defeat Shi Potian, a cheater like him.

If Shi Potian were alive, he would not come looking for me when I was walking in the martial arts world. But if I went to Lingxiao City, who knows if he would suddenly appear and leave me there like the Sweeping Monk. His martial arts world would be too imperfect.

Feng Yi smiled and said, "I have a grudge against the Snow Mountain Sect. In the martial arts world, I can defeat anyone I see, so I have the advantage.

But if I go to someone else's territory, it's not fun to play in the snow. The advantage is with them!

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As for your desire to see Liancheng swordsmanship, the Wan family in Jingzhou can satisfy you!" He laughed and walked out of the house.

Yan Daping was disappointed, but he also knew that what Feng Yi said made a lot of sense. It was really rash to run to the Snow Mountain Sect to challenge them, so he immediately stood up and followed.

As the two of them walked out of the store, a man dressed as a fisherman ran over from the other side of the street. He walked up to them, looked at Feng Yi and said, "Are you Young Master Feng Yi?"

Feng Yi's face was stern and he didn't say a word.

Yan Daping said first: "You can also treat me as one!"

The fisherman handed a piece of paper to Feng Yi and said, "Some people say that Young Master Feng is young and has an imposing manner. There is no one like him in the two lakes. Let me give you this!"

Feng Yi signaled Yan Daping with his eyes, and Yan Daping immediately took the note. The fisherman turned and left.

Yan Daping opened the paper, Feng Yi stretched his head and took a look. It said: "If you want Shui Sheng to live, take the Shenzhaojing and Lianchengjue and go to Hutougou in the west of the town. Otherwise, the beauty will be in trouble. Don't blame me for not warning you!"

Signature: Unknown.

Feng Yi's face was calm, but he was furious in his heart. How could someone dare to bully him like this? He wanted to see who the other person was. Just as he was about to step out, he stopped.

Yan Daping laughed and said, "Interesting, let's go and take a look!"

Feng Yi pondered for a while and said, "No." He turned around and walked towards the ferry outside the town.

Yan Daping nodded and said, "You are the pillar of the martial arts world today. You should take good care of your body so that you can lead the crowd. How can you put yourself in danger?"

Feng Yi rolled his eyes at him and said, "Do you want everyone to know that I, Feng Yi, care about her?" He didn't stop at all.

Yan Daping suddenly realized that this note might just be a test of Feng Yi's feelings.

If Feng Yi went, he would most likely come up empty-handed, which would let these people see that Feng Yi really cared about Shui Sheng. Then, it would be worthwhile to take action against Shui Sheng.

Ke Yan Daping's eyes rolled, and he took two steps closer and said, "Why don't we take advantage of their situation and give them the impression that you care about that girl. Regardless of whether they succeed or not, we can at least see who is behind this."

Suddenly, Feng Yi's eyes became fierce, and his five claws became like the wind, grabbing Yan Daping's throat.

Yan Daping felt the piercing wind from the finger and just as he was about to dodge, his neck was pinched. His breathing suddenly became rapid and he was scared to death.

Feng Yi lifted him up by the neck, and the two looked at each other. He said grimly, "I don't care whether you really can't think of it or you are testing me on purpose.

Let me tell you, I am not a saint among those who sacrifice themselves for others, so whether the information on this note is true or false, it has nothing to do with me.

But I can't intentionally implicate innocent people just to find out who did it.

You can do this kind of thing that harms others and benefits yourself, but I, Feng Yi, cannot do it. Do you understand?"

Yan Daping's breathing became rapid. The force of Feng Yi's grip spread throughout his body, making him feel sore and numb. He could only blink his eyes to show that he understood.

Although Feng Yi was furious, he found his expression funny and amused, so his anger subsided a little. He threw him aside and walked away.

Yan Daping looked at Feng Yi's back, touched his neck, and thought to himself: "Great, he doesn't want to implicate innocent people for his own sake. I will work hard at the Wan family banquet, so that the surrounding heroes and celebrities in Jingzhou will think that I am truly repentant. If they plead for me, maybe I can still survive!"

He immediately used his Qinggong skills to leap ahead of Feng Yi, and said with a guilty look, "I really deserve to die. I judged you by my own standards. I beg for forgiveness, Mr. Feng!"

Feng Yi was helpless about his flattery and could only wave his hands and laugh it off.

The two arrived at the ferry and took a boat across the river.

Feng Yi was thinking secretly on the boat, after dealing with the three evil disciples of the Mei Clan, he would have to do some ruthless things in the martial arts world!

Otherwise, these stinky rats in the gutter will definitely make him unhappy! He was also calculating the time. The Snow Mountain Sect had arrived, and the Blood Knife Sect would probably be here soon! This was a good opportunity! The ship arrived at Jiangling Port the next day.

Before entering Jingzhou City, the two of them had already found hats to wear, after all, Feng Yi was a familiar face.

After entering the city, Feng Yi said, "Take me to Wan Mansion!"

Yan Daping already knew the address of the Wan family, but Wan Zhenshan’s birthday was tomorrow, so he didn’t ask him why he was going today, and just led the way.

The two men arrived at Wanfu Street and saw in the distance a red door with huge pillars and flying eaves that reached the sky. In front of the door, a group of people were hanging colorful silk lanterns on a two-meter-high wall, as if they were setting up a venue for a grand ceremony.

The person in charge was very young, dressed in fancy clothes, pointing and gesticulating with a high attitude.

Yan Daping said: "This kid is Boss Wan's sixth brother, Jie Wukan."

Feng Yi snorted, turned and left.

Yan Daping asked: "What does this mean?"

Feng Yi smiled mysteriously: "We'll know when the time comes."

Feng Yi walked through the streets and alleys and stopped in front of a coffin shop.

Yan Daping was confused, so Feng Yi said, "As junior brothers, we have to bring some gifts when we come to celebrate a birthday!"

Yan Daping tensed up instantly, his heart felt cold, and he asked in panic, "You want to deliver a coffin?"

Feng Yi sneered: "I wanted to give you a clock, but I think this thing is a bit expensive!"

When the two entered the coffin shop, they saw paper carts, paper horses, black coffins, and everything else.

Feng Yi slapped the table and said, "Business is coming!"

Then an old man came out from under the coffin. He was thin, had lively eyes, and had a few pieces of sawdust on his body.

Feng Yi said: "I want three coffins, do you have any?"

The old man smiled and said, "Yes, yes!"

Feng Yi took out a cho of gold, put it on the table, and said, "Send it to the Wan family tomorrow evening!"

The old man suddenly looked nervous and whispered, "Which Wan family?"

Feng Yi said: "Of course it is the Wan family of Wanzhen Mountain."

The old man sat down on the ground, shaking his head like a rattle, and shouted, "My Lord, you want to bring me a coffin, right? No, I won't go."

"What are you afraid of?" Feng Yi said, "I will go with you. This is a gold bar, which can buy thirty coffins. Why don't you do it?"

The old man said anxiously, "You, are you crazy? Tomorrow is the 50th birthday of the old hero Wan. You are delivering the coffin. You two are asking for your lives. I still want to live!"

Yan Daping puffed his beard and said, "I want to sleep in this coffin too. I'm not afraid of it, so what are you afraid of?"

The old man said in astonishment: "They are all crazy!"

As he said this, he was about to bend down and continue working.

Feng Yi saw the old man was so scared, thought for a moment, and sighed, "Forget it, tomorrow you load the three coffins onto the donkey cart, and I'll take them myself, okay?"

The old man took the gold in his hand and said with a smile: "This matter is not just a matter of a word from me. Just look at my craftsmanship!"

Yan Daping said: "The coffin needs to be larger, or it can't hold a large person!"

He knew that Wan Zhenshan was tall and strong, different from ordinary people. If he behaved better now, maybe he wouldn't have to sleep in a coffin.

How could Feng Yi not know what he was thinking? He snorted and walked out of the store, with Yan Daping following closely behind him.

The old man watched the two men leave, filled with surprise and doubt.

After thinking about it, I decided to just ignore it.

Anyway, I am just a coffin seller.

What does it have to do with me if you, the old hero, get into trouble?

(End of this chapter)