Arknights is too real, right?

As time passed, the two of them lived in a small hut at the top of Qingyun Peak, and Xia Feng's injuries gradually improved.

During this period, another group of so-called martial arts people came to the door with a reward order.

This time, both in terms of numbers and appearance, they were stronger than the last time.

In particular, one of the strong men holding a mace was visually estimated to be at least close to two meters tall, with a fleshy face and a fierce look in his eyes. A single hammer must have weighed several hundred kilograms.

Facing these menacing villains, Xia Feng rushed into the hut as fast as possible and rummaged around the straw mat in a hurry.

"Where's my knife?"

A minute later, when Xia Feng finally found his Shenyue Sword from under the bunk bed and rushed out in a hurry, Xiao Li had already beaten the strong man into a pig's head by himself.

Xiao Li didn't even have a sword, so he just relied on a willow branch to move in and out of the crowd. His seemingly skinny figure was actually surprisingly explosive, with each move he made, he was like a green dragon turning over in the sky.

Faced with the siege of dozens of people, Xia Feng didn't even have a chance to intervene. After a moment, these killers turned into crawling caterpillars lying on the ground.

The strong man who had just held the mace was now bruised all over his body. He begged Xiao Li with his red and swollen eyes.

"Great hero, we have blind eyes and cannot see the mountains. We were wrong. We were really wrong. Let us live and promise not to bother you again in the future."

Xiao Li raised his eyebrows with excitement on his face.

"Don't mention it. Victory and defeat are common things in military affairs. There is nothing wrong with that. After you go back, you'd better call more people, especially those leaders and gang leaders. Pick some strong ones. I like fighting the most. .”

It is hard to imagine that Xiao Li has such martial arts attainments at such a young age, and is truly a genius among geniuses.

And according to Xia Feng's understanding, Xiao Li's parents died when he was 8 years old, and he went to Qingyun Mountain to live alone. Now he doesn't even have a master. All his moves were figured out by him with a broken wicker stick since he was a child. .

One evening, after the two of them finished eating barbecue in front of the fire, Xia Feng asked.

"Ali."

"kindness?"

"Why do you do that? I mean the big martial arts competition in the reward order."

The light from the fire reflected on Xiao Li's young face, and his voice was very calm, as if he was saying something natural.

"There is no special reason. I just heard in the town down the mountain that Dongyang City is holding a martial arts conference, and I wanted to participate."

Xia Feng looked puzzled.

"Then how come the situation is like this? I heard that you killed someone?"

Xiao Li nodded.

"Actually, I didn't want to kill anyone, I just missed it. When I signed up that day, those people asked me who my master was. I said I didn't have a master. Then they asked me which sect I studied. I said I didn't have a sect. Then, they Just drove me away.”

"Then what?"

"Then, since I was not qualified to register, I became a spectator. I could only watch these people compete in the audience. Until I watched the finals from the preliminary round, I couldn't bear it anymore. I couldn't help it. Those people were obviously too good. The opponent is full of flaws, and things that can be solved with one move must be inked endlessly."

Hearing this, Xia Feng probably guessed the ending.

"Then you came on stage, accidentally beat someone to death, and then fled in fear of crime?"

Xiao Li did not agree with this statement.

"No, I didn't escape, but I defeated everyone in the entire venue who wanted to drag me down. In the end, even the heads of the seven sects were beaten until they couldn't stand up, and I left silently alone. "

To Xia Feng's ears, what Xiao Li said in the calmest tone was outrageous.

It’s hard to imagine that this is an era where martial arts heroes emerge in large numbers.

At this time, Xiao Li's body has just grown to adult standards, and he doesn't even have a sword of his own. According to this trend, if ten or twenty years pass, this unprecedented martial arts freak will definitely be able to fight all over the world. world.

Beside the fire, Xia Feng looked at Xiao Li's profile and asked softly.

"A-Li, have you ever thought about what you want to do in the future? Continue to challenge the heroes of the martial arts world and become the leader of the martial arts alliance?"

At this moment, Xiao Li's voice was rarely melancholy.

"This was my previous dream, but after this incident, I found that it is not difficult, so now I give up being the leader of the martial arts alliance."

"Then what do you want to do?"

"I was stopped by martial arts competitions before. The main reason was that I didn't have a sect, but I didn't want to join other sects because they couldn't beat me, so I've thought about it now."

Standing up from the fire, Xiao Li made an exaggerated gesture and pointed to the sky.

"I want to create my own sect. I've even thought of a name. It's called Qingyun Sect!"

"Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa!"

Faced with such heroic words, Xia Feng applauded repeatedly.

"Not bad, Ali. If you are ambitious, you will be the leader in the future."

Withdrawing his finger, Xiao Li smiled.

"That's necessary, Ah Feng. You will be my Qingyun Sect's number one disciple from now on. Come on, call me Master."

Xia Feng looked disgusted.

"Go away, who said I wanted to join your sect."

"Ah? Aren't you going to join?"

"of course not."

"No, I can teach you swordsmanship. It's very powerful."

Xia Feng rolled his eyes.

"Your swordsmanship was not learned by anyone at all. Do you think anyone is as talented as you? If you don't learn it, I won't learn it."

Xiao Li showed a mysterious expression.

"No. In fact, I have simplified the sword technique to ensure that everyone can learn it. If you don't believe me, I will show you."

As if he got interested, Xiao Li ran to the open space in front with a broken willow branch.

"Watch it, make sure it's simple and easy to understand."

"Wait a moment."

Raising his hand, Xia Feng threw his Shenyue Sword to Xiao Li.

"Since you want to demonstrate your swordsmanship, how about a willow branch? Use me."

After taking the Shenyue Sword, Xiao Li showed a pleased expression, but his mouth was still mean.

"A Feng, this is not a sword."

"Hey, just use it, my big sword is too heavy, I'm afraid you can't use it."

Under the light of the fire, Xiao Li used his sword as a sword and demonstrated his first set of sword skills.

Wind, the flow of wind appears.

As Xiao Li raised his hand, the wind started blowing on the top of the mountain above the clouds.

This set of sword skills may seem ordinary, but in fact, the details contained in it have exceeded the scope of most sword masters' lifetime understanding.

Soft as the spring breeze, as still as the sea of ​​clouds, as fast as the rainstorm, and as sharp as thunder and lightning. Each movement can be divided into two, or two into three, from stillness to movement, which is both virtual and real. It can be said that real moves can also be fake, and fake can become real.

Seeing Xiao Li's sword skills displayed under the firelight, Xia Feng's pupils gradually revealed a strange light.

This set of sword skills

A few minutes later, Xiao Li stood up straight and took back the Shenyue Sword that Xia Feng threw to him.

"How about Ah Feng, it's probably like this. I've only sorted out part of it at the moment, and I still have to think about the rest."

"Give me the knife."

"ah?"

Standing up from the fire, Xia Feng walked up to Xiao Li and asked for the Shenyue Sword.

Then, under Xiao Li's incomprehensible gaze, he relied on his body's muscle memory to continue the second half of Xiao Li's sword skills that had just stopped abruptly.

Holding the knife in his hand, Xia Feng's heart seemed to echo with an old and familiar voice.

[Breaking the face with a point, breaking the enemy from the face, breaking out in an instant, the sword is closed with a flick of the finger, closed and closed, the autumn wind is blowing, and the heavy rain has left no trace. 】

There is no memory in the mind, and the moves of this set of sword skills come entirely from unconscious instinct.

Compared with Xiao Li, Xia Feng's movements at this moment are slightly stiff, but this does not affect the "expert way of looking at things".

After a moment, an exclamation interrupted Xia Feng's movements.

"A Feng, it turns out you are also a master!"

Xia Feng stopped moving.

"Huh? I'm just casual"

Xiao Li excitedly held his hand.

"Okay, you're a guy who's hidden well enough. It turns out that heroes see the same thing. To tell you the truth, the second half of this set of sword skills is similar to what you just showed. Don't believe it. I don't have any hindsight." , I really think so!”

Seeing Xiao Li's excitement, Xia Feng finally smiled.

"Is it."

"kindness!"

With his empty hands, Xiao Li gestured for a long time in front of Xia Feng.

"Oh, I have been thinking about this set of sword skills for a long time, and I have decided that the second half will be based on what you just showed, hehe."

Xia Feng was a little surprised.

"Is it so sloppy? You can improve it."

Xiao Li waved his hand coolly.

"There is no need to improve. Swordsmanship is dead but alive. As a sect's swordsmanship, there must always be a standard."

Then, Xiao Li raised his childish face and looked at the moon in the night sky from the top of Qingyun Peak.

"As my Qingyun Sect's first set of sword skills, I must give it a nice name. Ah Feng, do you have any suggestions?"

A dead leaf fell with the night wind, and before you knew it, autumn had quietly arrived.

Xia Feng stood next to Xiao Li and followed his gaze to the night sky.

"As for the name, let me think about it. Well, this set of sword skills might as well be called Sad Qiu Liyu."