Song Yuanqiao just looked at Ye Xuan's behavior and asked, but did not talk much.

Since he handed over this work to Ye Xuan, he chose to believe it.

The second day.

In Wudang Mountain, in the huge square in front of Zhenwu Palace, there are only more than one hundred people practicing swords, and these more than one hundred people are first-year students.

From now on, this will be the first grade classroom.

And the rest!

Back mountain, waterfall, and pool.

Fifty-three people, all of them were assigned by Ye Xuan to practice the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Sect.

"You are all very clear about the essence and details of this sword technique, so I won't talk to you too much." Looking at the fifty-three people standing respectfully in front of you, Ye Xuan said slowly, "Today, I will talk to you about the sword intent!"

"Don't stand, come and attack me together."

They were all very obedient and attacked Ye Xuan with a long sword. In the front five people, facing the five swords, Ye Xuan did not dodge at all. He just stood there and held a branch in his hand. Just as these long swords were stabbing at Ye Xuan's palm, the branch in his hand suddenly moved.

The branches didn't have much speed, and it seemed as if they had a bumper car with these five long swords at random. However, with this simple touch, the five people in front of them felt uncomfortable in their palms and could not hold the sword at all, and the long sword fell directly to the ground.

The five people fell down their swords and retreated, and the rest continued.

Ye Xuan stood there and welcomed the sword they stabbed from all directions, and then he knocked off the sword in their hands every time.

Soon, fifty-three people stood empty-handed.

"Do you feel anything?" Ye Xuan asked.

"Uncle Master is superb in swordsmanship, which opens his eyes." Qingfeng said with a smile.

He glanced at the little Taoist priest, and Ye Xuan slapped him on the forehead, "I'm asking you what you feel, I didn't let you flatter me!"

A low chuckle.

Then another little Taoist priest said, "Uncle Master, why did your branch just touch my sword, but the Shenmen hole on my palm seemed to be stabbed and couldn't hold the sword?"

"This is the sword intent of the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Sect!"

Ye Xuan nodded slightly. This is a good question, which is in line with his own teaching logic. "Every sword technique has its own sword intent to the highest point. The so-called sword intent is a kind of power formed by combining the intention of the sword technique with your own thoughts."

"This power transcends the sword itself and the true qi to a certain extent. Therefore, even if I use the branches, I do not use the true qi. I just gently touch your sword, which makes you feel like the Shenmen point is being stabbed."

"This is like you usually face the Master. Even if you have not made any mistakes, as long as the Master is angry, you will subconsciously think about whether you have made any mistakes."

"Then this is not actually a real injury, it's just an illusion? Can people who are not familiar with the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Sect not feel this way?" A clever disciple asked immediately, "We have prevented ourselves from using the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Sect, so we have that feeling?"

"A big mistake."

This question allows one's teaching to go a step further. Ye Xuan smiled with satisfaction, "Don't forget what I just said. Sword intent is the power of the sword's intention combined with one's own thoughts. It is an active force for self-release and has nothing to do with the opponent."

"The intention of the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate was to stab your Shenmen acupoint. After it merged with my thoughts, its intention was even magnified. When it touched your sword, the sharpness of my sword intent had already stabbed you along your long sword and the Shenmen acupoint. This was not an illusion."

"and!"

"It can also cause substantial damage to your Shenmen acupoint, but you are all my Wudang disciples. I am here to teach you, not to hurt you."

"Uncle Master, can you explain it more carefully? What should we do to practice the sword intent you mentioned?" someone asked itchy.

"No problem, then I'll be more detailed and demonstrate it to you at the same time."

While speaking, Ye Xuan took the long sword of a disciple and said, "The intention of the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate itself is to stab the Shenmen acupoint, and my mind is not limited to the Shenmen acupoint. My mind is that the Thirteen Swords form a sword gate, restrain the enemy in the sword gate, and then stab the enemy with one sword. I can stab the enemy wherever I want. He may be able to block it, but he will definitely not be able to avoid it."

Let the ten disciples approaching stand up, Ye Xuan whispered, "Now I want to pierce your Danzhong point, try to escape and see if you can run away."

After the words came, the few people nodded slightly. When they saw that the few people were ready, Ye Xuan began to draw his sword.

The sword light shone, and the ten people in front of them only felt a shiny light in front of them. Then they had to run with their light skills, and the ten people had to run in different directions, but!

Just when they were moving, a sword suddenly appeared in their eyes. The sword moved with them. No matter how they moved, they aimed at their Danzhong point and their sharp edge approached very quickly.

Can't hide at all!

Then it was just a moment of silence, and a small hole was broken in front of the Danzhong point of ten people.

Looking at these ten small holes, Ye Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

His own sword intent of the Divine Sect is suitable for one-on-one fight. If he is a person, he is confident that he can stab him even if his martial arts is superior. However, he will pull ten people into the sword gate at once and stab him at the same time, which is also difficult for Ye Xuan.

But for the sake of teaching effectiveness... Fortunately, they are ten rookies as I think.

"Did you feel it all?"

Ye Xuan returned the long sword to his disciple, and then Feng Qingyun said calmly, "This is the highest realm of the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Sect. When you reach the highest realm, you don't need to know anything else, you are enough to become the first-class master in the world!"

Everyone's eyes flashed with longing, especially the ten disciples who had felt personally just now, their eyes shone brightly.

"Uncle Master, then how can we achieve your level?" Someone asked the question just now.

"Read a book a thousand times, and the meaning will appear. Practice the sword a thousand times, and the same is true."

Ye Xuan said slowly, "Practice swords, practice swords frantically. While practicing swords, immerse your spirit in the swords. Practice swords until you can't move the swords. Look back a year later, and you will have some understanding."

"Remember, those who have ambition will succeed, and those who have a strong desire will be exhausted. The hundred and two Qin Passes will eventually belong to Chu. If you work hard, the heaven will not let you down. If you sleep in firewood and taste gall, you can swallow Wu with three thousand Yue Jia!"

After showing them the scenery on the high ground and giving them some spiritual chicken soup, Ye Xuan believes that these simple disciples will persevere.

Of course, just sticking to it is not enough.

Methods are needed, too.

Ye Xuan has asked the Forging Shop to start forging heavy swords of different weights, changing them once a month, constantly increasing the weight of the sword body to assist them.

The disciples practiced swords in the pool like chicken blood. Ye Xuan stepped on the light skills and jumped to the hillside more than ten meters high, where the senior brother and master were.

"My junior brother, your explanation and demonstration make me ashamed." Song Yuanqiao was full of admiration. "After practicing swordsmanship for so many years, I suddenly felt that I had never practiced swordsmanship to the extreme."

"Sword intent is rare."

After patting Ye Xuan on the shoulder, Zhang Sanfeng looked relieved.

"Hehe...it's just a little bit of experience." Ye Xuan said modestly.

"It's not a careful experience, but a master's understanding." Zhang Sanfeng highly praised his disciple, "Don't you still teach Mian Palm, Zhenshan Palm and other kung fu? Let the master see your understanding of these kung fu."

Zhang Sanfeng is now curious whether his disciple has practiced all his skills to this level of peak!

The back mountain is divided into several areas, and each of them practices different martial arts is one area.

After teaching the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Sect, Ye Xuan was about to teach other classes.

After a whole morning, Ye Xuan was finally able to take a break.

"Junior brother, according to your teachings, these disciples have the opportunity to become great talents." Song Yuanqiao was full of praise and looked at Ye Xuan, feeling like he looked at his master.

I am far inferior to martial arts alone!

He had the idea of ​​practicing martial arts with these disciples and accepting Ye Xuan's influence.

"Senior Brother, I don't want them to become all-rounders, great talents." Ye Xuan shook his head slightly, "That's very difficult. The requirements for qualifications and understanding are too high, and most people can't do it."

"They each have their own strengths and then cooperate with each other, so that they can be a complete team."

"Just like a military formation, each has its own division of labor. According to different martial arts, when facing the enemy, the disciples have high internal strength to hold back, create opportunities for the light sword technique, the light masters hit indirectly, and use hidden weapons to make the most effective battles and let us kill the most with the least loss."

When fighting a team battle, of course you have to cooperate!

But now, the masters of the martial arts world almost don’t talk about this, they are just pure competition skills.

This was the last time Ye Xuan heard from Song Yuanqiao that the escort agency at the foot of the mountain was attacked by a demon of the Ming Cult, and suffered heavy losses. He attributed all the problems to the thoughts that his disciples had when their martial arts were not hard to resist.
Chapter completed!