Teaching and Imparting Techniques: Favorites and Recommendations

Teaching and Imparting Techniques: Favorites and Recommendations

After Yin Shen Gong finished speaking, he drew a breath, and his gaze turned solemn.

He shouted, "Pay attention. Watch carefully!"

"Blood Spirit Swordplay uses the mind as its foundation and Divine Intent as its guide. Before the sword emerges, the spirit has already arrived. A loose sword gesture draws out a flaw; when the sword gesture tightens, the sword has already struck. Wherever the sword tip reaches, the spirit has already shifted. When the enemy's blood splashes, I have already returned—without fear of backlash..."

As he slowly recited the technique, he used the spiritual energy within his body to manifest the circulation routes. His movement techniques and footwork unfolded along with the swordplay, while his left hand formed sword gestures that changed without pause.

The Blood Spirit Seven Swords, every stance and move, unfolded slowly.

Yin Shen Gong moved very slowly, far slower than when Sun Yuan usually taught.

Yet although they were called the "Seven Swords," the changes in movement techniques, footwork, and sword gestures, combined with the circulation routes and the coordination of essence, qi, and spirit... could only be described as endlessly shifting.

Vast beyond measure.

Mu Linyuan and the other three watched as well, but by the second move, they already felt dizzy and muddleheaded.

They all gave up trying, sighing inwardly.

With something so vast and complicated, how could anyone learn it in a single viewing? This kid would probably be like a dog biting a urine bubble—full of joy for nothing.

As Yin Shen Gong wielded his sword, he too felt somewhat helpless. This sudden whim of his today really had been absurdly fanciful.

Back then, he had practiced for a full three months before he could barely be considered a beginner.

Giving this kid only one chance to watch—even if it killed him, he would never remember it all. For the Heavenly Centipede God's approval, he had acted this rashly...

The sword light withdrew.

Sword Intent returned to his Dantian. Yin Shen Gong fell silent for a moment, then asked, "How much did you remember?"

There was not the slightest trace of expectation in his voice.

No one answered.

When he turned to look, he saw Fang Che standing utterly motionless, his face grave. His eyes were fixed ahead, yet empty beyond measure, as though he were buried in the deepest reaches of thought and memory.

Half a quarter-hour later.

Fang Che blinked, clarity returning to his eyes. "I ask the Sect Master for guidance."

As he spoke, he drifted three feet forward and drew his sword.

"Huh?!"

Yin Shen Gong and the three Offerings all widened their eyes sharply, unable to restrain their startled cries.

Fang Che's opening stance—even the footwork with which he drifted out, and that airy, unrestrained bearing—was exactly the same as Yin Shen Gong's moments ago! If not for the different clothes and face, one might have thought Yin Shen Gong himself had stepped out again from the back alone.

"This kid... is interesting."

Yin Shen Gong immediately felt several degrees more anticipation and watched with blazing eyes.

Fang Che settled into position. The longsword in his hand swept out with a shake of his arm, cold light flashing. His feet immediately shifted from an unaligned stance into a forward step.

His heel lifted slightly, the arch of his foot suspended, his toes touching the ground. From the curve at the front of his shoe, one could see that only his big toe and second toe were planted, his toes half-turned.

His left hand formed a sword gesture, as if grasping the weakness of an enemy before him. A stream of spiritual energy rose from his Dantian and surged into his right arm—the opening circulation route of the first stance of the Blood Spirit Seven Swords.

Cold light flashed, and the sword stabbed forth.

Even the slight forward incline of his body was exactly the same as Yin Shen Gong's moments earlier.

He even possessed several traces of that same calm, composed bearing.

He slowly recited, "Blood Spirit Swordplay uses the mind as its foundation and Divine Intent as its guide. Before the sword emerges, the spirit has already arrived. A loose sword gesture draws out a flaw; when the sword gesture tightens, the sword has already struck. Wherever the sword tip reaches, the spirit has already shifted. When the enemy's blood splashes, I have already returned—without fear of backlash..."

He repeated everything Yin Shen Gong had just recited, word for word.

His movement technique was completely identical.

His footwork was entirely consistent.

His sword gestures were exactly the same.

Not one word of the mnemonic formula was wrong.

As the changes of the first move concluded, he immediately began the second, third, and fourth moves...

Beside him, Yin Shen Gong's eyes grew wider and wider.

To one side, Mu Linyuan, Hou Fang, Qian Sanjiang, and the others were all dumbstruck, their mouths gaping wide enough to swallow goose eggs whole.

Sun Yuan was no better off.

His whole face had gone blank.

Only now did he realize that when he had taught Fang Che before, this kid had not even been paying much attention.

He could learn the Blood Spirit Seven Swords after seeing them once—then what had all the things Sun Yuan taught amounted to? Did they really need an hour? Yin Shen Gong was so shocked that he could scarcely think.

With his eyesight, he could naturally tell at a glance that Fang Che had never encountered the Blood Spirit Seven Swords before, much less learned them.

Because the stiffness in every stance and move was obvious—the inevitable stiffness of a beginner.

He had only the form, without any spirit or rhythm, and even less of the technique's killing power.

He was merely copying the gourd from the painting.

Thus, the suspicion that "this kid had learned it before" vanished the instant it arose.

There could be no one else in the world who knew it, unless Yin Shen Gong had taught him and then somehow forgotten.

But this was far too fast! Just once!

He remembered it all?

At this moment, the Sect Master of the One Heart Sect could even hear his own heartbeat accelerating violently.

A genius! All the way to the seventh move—the final sword of the Blood Spirit Seven Swords—his speed finally slowed, and several movements became inaccurate.

But in the end, he had still remembered it all.

When the full set of sword moves was complete, the place fell silent as a grave.

Fang Che sheathed his sword and stood still, considering the flaws and omissions in his performance.

Then he softly said, "At the fifth sword, when turning and striking, my footwork was wrong, my posture shifted somewhat, and the sword gesture was half a beat slow... By the seventh sword, it was basically complete chaos. There were... six... eight, nine... yes, nine mistakes. Also, in the mnemonic formula, there was one line: 'The sword lifts the enemy's blood, transforming it into the solemn slaughter of the void.' I wasn't sure whether it was 'solemn slaughter' or 'solemn balefulness.' Judging by the artistic conception, it should be the sha from Sha Qi, right? Then that is cultivation of momentum?"

Yin Shen Gong took a deep breath. His pale face had even reddened slightly.

He began to explain, "When turning and striking in the fifth sword, the body turns with the step. Although the left hand forms a gesture, it is not aimed at the enemy indicated by the sword tip, but at another possible enemy. You did not comprehend that point and practiced as though there were only one opponent, so your posture shifted. That is not your mistake. As for the errors in the seventh sword, those are genuine mistakes. The mistake lies in..."

He explained it all in detail.

His voice was very grave, already carrying the air of holding nothing back.

Fang Che immediately practiced it again and suddenly understood. "So that's how it is. Thank you, Sect Master."

Yin Shen Gong nodded with a smile.

He turned to glance at Sun Yuan, his gaze complex, and sighed softly. "A genius. He truly is a martial arts genius!"

Over there, Fang Che continued with a third practice. Everyone discovered that the kid had already remembered everything.

Though he was still somewhat immature, from then on it would merely be a matter of continuously accumulating proficiency.

And for a genius like this, what problem could proficiency possibly be? Mu Linyuan, Hou Fang, and Qian Sanjiang were all shaken so badly that the world spun around them!

Even now, they had yet to recover.

There was actually such a genius in this world!

Compared with the Fang Che before them, every so-called "genius" they had encountered in their lives before this could simply be thrown into the trash.

There was no comparison at all.

The three turned to look at Sun Yuan, their eyes naked with jealousy and filled with an ill intent that wanted to greet him with old fists.

Sun Yuan's face had been blooming like a flower with delight, but when he suddenly sensed their stares, he hurriedly withdrew his smile and put on a somewhat ingratiating expression.

The intent to beg for mercy was written all over his face, as plain as could be.

Don't hit me. My disciple is right here—leave me some face.

"Now it's your turn. I'll rest for a while and think about a few things."

Yin Shen Gong sighed, stepped back several paces, and sat in a chair, lost in thought.

For Yin Shen Gong, coming here this time had been purely coincidental. For the initiation baptism of a mere disciple, even dispatching Sun Yuan had been using a great talent for a trivial task.

He simply happened to have business nearby, and coupled with a small curiosity over the "peerless genius" Sun Yuan had boasted about, he had come to take a look.

Yet he had never expected to encounter a disciple who could make even the Heavenly Centipede God reveal a trace of "gratified" emotion.

It was precisely that faint emotion of gratification from the Heavenly Centipede God that gave Yin Shen Gong other ideas.

Only then had he decided on the spur of the moment to teach Fang Che a set of Blood Spirit Seven Swords.

And his original expectation had been that if Fang Che could learn even one stance, he would already count as a peerless genius!

But he had never imagined that he would encounter a true genius capable of shaking antiquity and dazzling the present!

At this moment, other thoughts rose in his heart.

But... his emotions were incomparably complicated.

The shock had been too great, and for a time, countless tangled thoughts filled his heart, leaving him unable to calm down.

Fang Che was delighted inwardly. The Blood Spirit Seven Swords possessed tremendous killing power, and its sword moves were strange and unpredictable—far more exquisite than the sword moves from his previous life.

It could be called a Great Killer Weapon.

Unfortunately, it was Yin Shen Gong's signature technique, so he could not reveal it casually.

Over there, Mu Linyuan stepped forward, smiling kindly with several traces of impatience.

"My turn."

Sun Yuan coughed. "Disciple, study well. The Great Offering's lifetime of unmatched arts has reached the pinnacle..."

Mu Linyuan snorted. "No need to remind me. I won't fight you for him."

"Great Offering, you flatter me..." Sun Yuan immediately gave an embarrassed smile.

"Hmph!"

For some reason, Mu Linyuan found Sun Yuan especially unpleasant to look at now, and layers of malicious thoughts even began breeding in his heart.

The moment he saw that fellow's face, waves of impulse to beat and kick him until he was crippled for life rose up, almost impossible to suppress.

He took a deep breath and finally calmed himself.

Turning to Fang Che, his gaze had become kindly and benevolent.

"Fang Che, since your aptitude is so good, I cannot keep my worn broom to myself. Ahem... We people of the martial world spend our lives licking blood from the edge of a blade, wandering between life and death. First, we need cultivation; second, movement techniques; third, mental cultivation techniques; and beyond that, we need a tranquil heart!"

"What I have learned in my life—other things can be discussed later. For now, I will first teach you a calming technique. At any moment of danger, it can keep your heart as clear as ice. This technique is my unique ultimate art: the Ice-Clear Spirit Platform!"

As he spoke, he began to transmit sound and teach Fang Che.

He was not as generous as Yin Shen Gong, letting everyone watch.

After all, Yin Shen Gong's swordplay was too complicated, so there was no need to worry about anyone secretly learning it.

But his Ice-Clear Spirit Platform was different. If others heard it once and truly remembered it, that would be far too great a loss.

To one side, Hou Fang, Qian Sanjiang, and Sun Yuan were all pondering.

What exactly did that old fellow mean by what he had just said: "What I have learned in my life—other things can be discussed later"? Sun Yuan in particular felt an intense sense of crisis.

Looking at Mu Linyuan, he always felt that the old fellow was eyeing his disciple!

You old undead bastard! You are simply no son of man!

The way that old relic looked at me just now—he definitely had ill intentions.

He had been mocking me for bragging every day until just before this... and now he was acting like this. Did he still have any Green Lotus left?

The midnight update has already been scheduled. The morning one has been scheduled too.

The typo-catching event has been excellent. I read every suggestion; some mistakes have already been corrected, while for some that could be corrected or left alone, I let them go.

As for the issue of de, di, and de particles, correcting them would involve far too much work. So I will collectively pretend I did not see them. I hope everyone understands.

Thank you, everyone.