Chapter 50

Wang Qi used his spiritual power to remove all the alcohol smell from his body, and then walked towards the outer door.

When he arrived at the Sutra Collection Pavilion at the outer gate, he walked straight up to the third floor.

Ye He raised his eyes: "Why are you here again?"

"I would like to ask Senior Ye to protect the road for a while." Wang Qi said respectfully.

"Protect? To whom? To you? Do you still need me to protect you in the Huanfang Sword Field?" Ye He yawned and said, "It's almost dark today."

"Not now, but in a few days, I will go down the mountain with a few disciples to practice. It seems that there are no elders on the mountain who can spare time to protect the way, so I came to Senior Ye to give it a try." Wang Qi replied.

Ye He sneered: "I came to Huanfang Mountain to find someone to inherit the swordsmanship, not to work. Why should I fight for eight hundred spirit stones in a month?"

Wang Qi smiled and sat across from Ye He: "What if I say that I am willing to accept your sword inheritance? Is that to prevent your inheritance from being broken, so you should take action?"

Ye He suppressed his smile and said in a deep voice, "Are you sure? Are you really ready to accept the inheritance?"

Wang Qi said seriously: "I asked my uncle, and the answer he gave me was to follow your heart."

Ye He smiled and pondered: "Follow your original intention? I think your original intention is to hate me. After all, I always wanted to kill your master in the past."

Wang Qi shrugged: "Logically speaking, it should be like this."

"Then why isn't it like this?" Ye He looked directly at Wang Qi.

"I need to become stronger, I need to become the strongest in the world, so that I can do what I want to do without sticking to the world." Wang Qi said in a deep voice, with a loud voice.

Ye He narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

Wang Qi continued: "As far as I know in the world of swordsmanship, the first person who can facilitate this is my master Xu Qiang, but she has died, so I can only retreat to the next best thing and find my senior."

Ye He said coldly: "What does it mean to settle for the next best thing?"

"Because Master will always be the first choice in my heart!" Wang Qi said firmly.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!" Ye He cheered repeatedly, "Okay, I promise you! But before going down the mountain, you have to start learning my swordsmanship."

"Okay." Wang Qi nodded.

...

Flying over the hanging peak, under the waterfall.

Wang Qi sat upright and looked at Ye He in front of him. Speaking of it, he didn't seem to have received formal preaching. This was Ye He's first time.

Xu Qiang didn't preach specifically before, she just said a few words or gave some pointers while eating, walking, or while Wang Qi was practicing his sword.

Ye He looked at Wang Qi and said, "Stand up first, take out your sword and let me see."

Wang Qi stood up as he was told and held the Falling Flower Sword.

"Remember, try to use your strongest sword, don't let me down." Ye He said leisurely.

"The strongest sword?" Wang Qi was stunned.

Wang Qi held the sword and fell into thinking.

What should the strongest sword be like? Basic swordsmanship? Luohua swordsmanship? Or Xu Qiang's unknown swordsmanship? Or maybe the swords that I saw in the Hidden Sword Cave but haven't started practicing yet?

Wang Qi gently raised the sword and closed his eyes.

The spiritual power began to boil, and the Falling Flower Sword began to tremble in Wang Qi's hand.

The waterfall fell from the sky and hit the deep pool below.

Wang Qi opened his eyes, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

Then, Wang Qi suddenly swung his sword towards the waterfall in front of him.

Among so many swordsmanships, Wang Qi chose the sword he was most proficient in, which was the first sword of Wuming Swordsmanship.

"Boom!" The sword energy fell on the waterfall, exploding into a large splash of water.

Wang Qi withdrew his sword, calmed down his energy, and shook his head slightly. Compared with his master, he was still far behind. Xu Qiang could cut off the waterfall with one sword, but he only made a splash.

Ye He looked at the large waterfall, then turned to look at Wang Qi, just in time to see Wang Qi shaking his head slightly.

"You know you are not good at swordsmanship." Ye He sneered.

Wang Qi nodded lightly.

"However, this is not what I want. Draw the sword again!" Ye He said.

Wang Qi was stunned. He looked at the sword in his hand. He could confirm that the sword he struck just now was definitely his strongest sword. The spiritual power still boiling in his body at this moment was the best proof.

However, Ye He said that this was not his strongest sword?

Wang Qi stared at the sword in his hand, and finally took a deep breath.

The long sword in his hand began to glow white.

Wang Qi gritted his teeth, and all the spiritual energy in his body rushed toward the Falling Flower Sword.

He gently took a step forward, his whole body energy seemed to be pulled by invisible hands, and the key points taught by Xu Qiang rang in his mind.

"Come!" Wang Qi shouted, his sword roaring and about to fly out.

"Stop!" Ye He shouted softly.

Wang Qi's whole body was stagnant. His mind, sword will, and spiritual power all over his body were as full as a balloon. It was as if the balloon had been pricked by a tiny needle and passed quickly.

Ye He shook his head.

Wang Qi looked confused.

"What I want is your sword, not Xu Qiang's sword." Ye He Youyou said, "Your first sword is very strong, surpassing many people in the same realm. Although the second sword was not successfully used, the sword was released.

The power is definitely greater than the first sword. But these are not your swords."

When Wang Qi heard this, he lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand.

He seems to have forgotten something, what is it?

"My own sword?" Wang Qi murmured.

"Being able to imitate God's will for the first time, your talent should not be underestimated. You are very good, but don't do it next time. Imitating God's will is the wrong direction after all. The sword in everyone's hand is different, so the habits and differences in sword use

Everything will be different. Even if you imitate 100% of my divine will, what's the use? Will you lose yourself in the end and become me?"

My mind exploded.

That’s right, I have actually forgotten all about Master Xu Qiang’s teachings for so long!

The powerful sword skills left by his predecessors made Wang Qi gradually forget what his own sword was.

In order to pursue strength, he tried to perfectly copy Xu Qiang's sword, but he forgot that even if he copied all of Xu Qiang's sword, he would not be able to reach Xu Qiang's height.

Because, that position belongs to Xu Qiang, whether she is alive or dead.

Wang Qi smiled and said: "Senior, I think I understand what you said at the beginning, Xu Qiang is a person on the top of the mountain of swordsmanship, and you are on the top of another mountain."

Ye He nodded with satisfaction: "You're really good, kid."

Wang Qi stood up again. Since it was his own sword, let's take it.

Although Wang Qi, who was born as a martial artist, almost forgot about this matter after becoming a Qi practitioner, in the final analysis, the martial arts cultivation is his foundation.

Wang Qi staggered his legs, standing one behind the other, and put the Luohua Sword back into its scabbard.

Hold the scabbard with your left hand and the hilt with your right hand.

The true energy roared, and Wang Qi suddenly drew his sword.

The moment the sword is unsheathed, the true energy is replaced by spiritual energy.

The warrior's true energy is only used to draw out the sheath, and the spiritual power of the Qi practitioner is only used to increase the power!

"Boom!" The sword light flew out and reached the sky.

Wang Qi raised his head and watched the sword light rushing into the sky, eventually getting fainter and fainter until it disappeared.

"Not bad." Ye He praised.

Wang Qi fell to the ground. The sword strike just now made him feel weak.

Ye He gave Wang Qi a pill to restore his strength.

"I say I want you to accept my inheritance, but in fact, I hope you can integrate my swordsmanship, your master's swordsmanship, and your own swordsmanship to raise the mountain of swordsmanship one step higher." Ye

He said in a deep voice.

"Senior, you really think highly of me." Wang Qi grinned, and just then he used all his strength to draw the sword, which made his meridians feel a faint pain at the moment.

"Don't you want to be the best in the world? I'm still alive and can live for a long time. If you want to be the best in the world, you can only stand higher than me." Ye He said lightly.

"That makes sense." Wang Qi nodded.

Ye He took out his long sword, looked at it, and said softly: "Sword cultivator Ye He has been cultivating Taoism for more than a hundred years. Today, I use all my strength to draw the sword. Let future sword cultivators see how glorious the top of the sword Tao mountain is."

An invisible energy lingers around Ye He.

Wang Qi stood up and stepped back.
To be continued...