Reborn in the Great Yan Dynasty: I Cultivated to Become a Martial Saint Through Telekinesis

Chapter 25 Swordsmanship

With Zhou Xian gone, Mo Zheng was suddenly all alone in the courtyard.

He tidied up his luggage a bit and went up to the second floor to survey the surroundings.

Although there are hundreds of such courtyards, they are not all close together. They are scattered in a pleasing way, with several courtyards built in one place. There are only three courtyards next to Mo Zheng's, which are bathed in sunlight and have a small lake below with willow trees planted on the shore. It is very beautiful and quiet.

"Oh, are you new here?"

Suddenly, a man's voice came from outside.

Mo Zheng looked closely and saw a young man dressed in black standing downstairs. He had an honest face, held a dark iron rod, and was smiling as he spoke to him.

"Hello, senior brother!" Mo Zheng greeted him.

"Haha, Lao Wang and I have been wondering for the past six months if a junior female student would move into our little area. Turns out, it's a junior male student!"

The young man smiled and said, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Zhao Tong, from Pingliang Prefecture. And you, junior brother?"

"My name is Mo Zheng, from Shangyin County, Jinqing Prefecture. I've met you, Senior Brother." Mo Zheng cupped his hands in greeting from afar.

"We do have a few senior brothers and sisters from our Martial Arts Hall in Jinqing Prefecture. You've only just arrived today, haven't you? Keep up the good work and try to break through the Qi and Blood Barrier as soon as possible to become an outer disciple. Only those who have entered the realm of martial arts can truly appreciate the benefits of the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall!"

Zhao Tong laughed and said, "Let's get together when Old Wang comes back from hunting monsters. I'm off."

After saying that, he walked towards another small courtyard.

As he walked, he swung his long staff, and all that could be seen were many afterimages of the dark staff, but not a single sound was produced.

"That kind of control!"

Mo Zheng was startled. The long staff was heavy and left afterimages, indicating that it was extremely fast, yet there was no sound of it cutting through the air. This showed that the young man named Zhao Tong had a strong control over his strength, which was probably even greater than his own.

He could make a sound after the sword when he drew it, but the sword was much lighter and easier to control than the staff.

Impressive! No wonder it's the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall, a gathering place for geniuses. I could easily find a disciple whose external martial arts level was above mine.

Mo Zheng didn't feel defeated.

Back when he was at the martial arts school in Shangyin County, before he awakened his psychic powers, he was one of the most mediocre disciples at the school.

Having arrived in this new place, I can simply start training again and surpass myself.

Fighting with others is endlessly enjoyable.

The ranking on the True Inheritance Stele and the allocation of these dorm rooms are only available to those who stand out in the Liangzhou Martial Arts Academy.

Mo Zheng was filled with fighting spirit.

Meals, lunch break, standing meditation.

As dusk fell, Zhou Xian reappeared, this time with a wooden plaque in his hand.

He nailed the wooden sign to the doorway, and using his finger as a knife, wrote the words "Don't fight" before laughing, "Alright, now everyone knows the courtyard has an owner. I've also registered it for you at the Treasure Pavilion, so this place is yours."

"Remember, never trespass into any courtyard with a wooden sign without the owner's permission. According to the rules of our Martial Arts Hall, the owner of the courtyard has the right to kill anyone who trespasses into a dormitory."

So heavily guarded?

Mo Zheng was taken aback, but after a moment's thought, he understood. The disciples of Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall were all genius martial artists. Since they were martial artists, the items placed in the courtyard were naturally precious. Not to mention anything else, the weapons and pills alone were quite valuable.

It is reasonable to have such a provision for protection.

"This is a detailed introduction to our Martial Arts Hall. Take your time to learn about it."

Zhou Xian took a book out of his pocket and handed it to Mo Zheng, then urged, "The headmaster is waiting for us, let's go quickly."

The headmaster's dormitory is located on the mountaintop.

Following Zhou Xian up the mountain, the temperature dropped as they went higher.

With Mo Zheng's current strength and mastery of Qi and blood, even in the dead of winter, wearing only a blue robe, he would not feel anything. However, on this mountain, he felt a chill.

Especially from the middle of the mountain, the view is filled with a vast expanse of white fog, and apart from the blue stone path underfoot, the scenery ahead is almost invisible.

The wisps of white mist seemed to seep into his body, making Mo Zheng's limbs stiff with cold.

As Zhou Xian walked, he noticed that Mo Zheng was walking slower and slower, his body was trembling, and his jaw was chattering. He couldn't help but laugh.

He said, "I forgot that Junior Brother Mo has not yet become an entry-level martial artist, so it is difficult for you to resist the cold air of this Cold Marrow Mine. It is my fault."

After speaking, he walked behind Mo Zheng, placed his palm against Mo Zheng's back, and a warm breath immediately entered Mo Zheng's body.

As the warm energy flowed continuously into his body, circulating through his meridians, Mo Zheng's body gradually warmed up.

"call……"

Mo Zheng let out a long sigh and exclaimed, "What powerful cold air! And this is only halfway up the mountain."

Without Zhou Xian, he probably wouldn't have been able to reach the mountaintop and would have frozen solid.

No wonder only true disciples and martial arts instructors can live up here; other disciples probably wouldn't be able to handle it physically.

"This chill is extremely beneficial to the cultivation of martial artists who have entered this realm, greatly accelerating their training speed. However, Junior Brother, you are not fortunate enough to enjoy it for the time being," Zhou Xian said. "Let's continue forward."

The two remained in this position, walking one after the other towards the mountaintop. With Zhou Xian's help, no matter how strong the cold air outside was, it did not affect them at all.

However, as we approached the summit, the white mist that had been swirling around us gradually dissipated, revealing the sky.

Soon, the two arrived at a courtyard.

"Master, your disciple Zhou Xian, along with Mo Zheng from the Yinwu Martial Arts School of Jinqing Prefecture, has come to request an audience!" Zhou Xian shouted.

"Come in."

An aged voice rang out, and then the courtyard gate opened automatically.

The two then went inside, where they saw an elderly man with white hair, a youthful face, and a ruddy complexion sitting in the living room, brewing tea.

The chill in the living room vanished instantly.

"You've arrived," the old man said with a smile, his clear eyes full of kindness, making people feel an instant sense of closeness.

After Zhou Xian led Mo Zheng to pay their respects, he asked, "Headmaster, what do you think should be done with Junior Brother Mo?"

"No rush, little one, let me see your swordsmanship demonstration." The old man's gaze passed over Zhou Xian and looked at Mo Zheng.

"yes!"

Mo Zheng drew his sword and began practicing the Thunderclap Sword Technique on the spot.

He had mastered this sword technique to a very high level, and each move was executed with effortless ease, as if it were an instinct. The sword light flashed like thunder and lightning, and the sound of the sword was hidden, only those who listened carefully could hear the thunderous sound within.

"Master, Junior Brother Mo passed through Jinqing Prefecture this morning and met Prefect He Zhaohui. Prefect He has already grasped the essence of martial arts, yet Junior Brother Mo's will was not broken under that essence," Zhou Xian reported in a low voice.

"Oh?"

The headmaster, whose face was originally calm and composed, couldn't help but show a hint of admiration in his eyes upon hearing these words.

The disciples who entered the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall had all reached the level of subtlety in external martial arts. Although Mo Zheng was younger, he did not treat him differently.

How come his will wasn't broken under the influence of martial arts intent?

"Okay, stop now," he said.

Upon hearing this, Mo Zheng immediately sheathed his sword and stood respectfully.

"Your swordsmanship is exquisite, and you are still young, so there is no problem for you to join my martial arts training hall. It's just that your internal energy level is too low, and you still need to practice diligently."

The headmaster paused for a moment and said, "Zhou Xian, you will take him to the Scripture Pavilion later to find a sword technique that is in the Unity Realm. You can only teach him the external skills part, not the internal skills part. After his Qi and blood are perfected, he can formally cultivate with the disciples who will be accepted in six months. During this period, he does not need to complete the Treasure Pavilion task."

"Junior Brother Mo, why don't you thank the Headmaster? You won't have to hunt monsters for the next six months," Zhou Xian said.

Mo Zheng knew that this was the headmaster's way of taking care of him. Generally speaking, once one's external martial arts skills reach a certain level, the time it takes to break through from the peak of Qi and Blood to the peak of Qi and Blood is about half a year.

The disciples of the Martial Arts Hall are required to hunt at least two demonic beasts each month. The headmaster wants him to focus on his cultivation; otherwise, if his cultivation level isn't high enough, dying at the hands of demonic beasts would be a joke.

He thanked the headmaster, who then said, "Go ahead. Go to the Hall of Hearing the Dao when you need to. Don't be shy. Don't neglect the improvement of your external skills because you are focused on internal cultivation. I hope that one day you can reach the seventh floor of the Tower of Ascension, become a disciple of the Martial Saint, and become famous throughout the world."

Mo Zheng was somewhat puzzled by the second half of the sentence: What does the seven-story Tower of Ascension have to do with the Martial Saint?

A quarter of an hour later, he and Zhou Xian came down the mountain, with an extra bottle of Qi and Blood Pills in their hands.

The mountain is so high that its true face is hard to see...

Mo Zheng stood at the foot of the mountain, looking up at Xiaohan Peak. Layers of clouds and mist obscured most of the mountain scenery, leaving only a few shadows visible.

He knew that until he had grown to a certain level, it would be difficult for him to see the headmaster again.

He couldn't even withstand the chilling aura emanating from the cold marrow vein.

"Junior Brother Mo, the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall has existed since the founding of the Great Yan Dynasty. With a thousand-year heritage, the number of divine skills and unique techniques in the Scripture Pavilion is countless, and there are more than a hundred sword techniques at the Unity Realm. You must choose carefully later. The most important thing is to choose the one that suits you best," Zhou Xian instructed.

"Why don't you give me the method to cultivate internal energy?" Mo Zheng asked.

"This is for your own good, Master. He's afraid you're too young and naive, and might skip the Qi and Blood Perfection stage and break through directly. If you do that, your foundation won't be solid, and your achievements in this life will be limited."

Zhou Xian explained, "In martial arts cultivation, the foundation is paramount. If the foundation is not solid, breaking through to the Bone and Tendon Realm will likely consume all your energy, let alone subsequent cultivation. If you cultivate each realm to perfection, becoming a Martial Saint will not be difficult."

The two walked and talked, and soon arrived at the Sutra Repository.

It was already late at night, and two disciples were on duty at the entrance.

Upon seeing Zhou Xian, the two of them greeted him warmly, saying, "Greetings, Senior Brother Zhou."

"You two are too kind, junior brothers. This is the new junior brother Mo Zheng. I have brought him here on the orders of the academy headmaster to choose a martial art for the Unity Realm," Zhou Xian said.

"So it's Junior Brother Mo. Junior Brother Mo, would you like to go to the Sword Pavilion to choose your sword?" a shorter disciple asked.

Mo Zheng nodded.

"Then please come in with me, Senior Brother Zhou and Junior Brother Mo."

The shorter disciple led the way, and the three of them headed into the Sutra Repository.

Along the way, they passed several rooms. Mo Zheng saw small wooden signs with words like "knife," "gun," "stick," and "bow" hanging on the doors. The three of them stopped at a room in the middle with a wooden sign with the word "sword" hanging on the door.

"Junior Brother Mo, you have half an hour to choose." The short disciple opened the door to the room.

Zhou Xian nodded, and then Mo Zheng went inside.

However, there were no martial arts techniques in the room. Instead, there were paintings hanging on the four walls. The paintings were very simple, depicting things like a long line, a few raindrops, or a fallen leaf.

Mo Zheng randomly chose a painting to look at; it depicted a sword mark as sharp as lightning.

Upon closer inspection, he found the sword mark to be quite mysterious, like a bolt of lightning striking down from the dark clouds, carrying an immense and unparalleled power, extremely yang and strong, sweeping away everything.

No, that's not all. There are also subtle parts of the sword mark hidden in the dark clouds, where the sword intent is contained, held back but not released, and when it is unleashed, it will be a fatal blow.

Wonderful, wonderful!

This is not a painting; it is clearly an extremely skillful sword technique.

Mo Zheng knew this was not the time to delve into the details, so he looked down and saw the words "Thunderbolt Sword Technique" written below the painting.

The Thunderclap Sword Technique? It has nothing to do with the Thunderclap Sword Technique I practice.

He then looked at the other paintings. Over a hundred paintings, seemingly simple marks and shapes, actually contained the artist's supreme swordsmanship. There were raging winds pursuing speed, withered leaves, and hard stones, making it a feast for the eyes.

The profound heritage of the Liangzhou Martial Arts Academy was on full display at this moment.

"This painting...?"

Mo Zheng's gaze lingered on a drawing filled with lines. Each line seemed illusory yet substantial, like phantom sword lights that could materialize at any moment. The name beneath it was "Ten Thousand Swords Technique".

However, before he could examine the lines and patterns closely, he heard a voice from outside: "Time's up, Junior Brother Mo, have you made your choice?"

We arrived in just half an hour?

Mo Zheng looked at the swordplay displayed throughout the room, feeling a mix of reluctance and uncertainty.

I really want to understand all of them.

However, this is clearly impossible.

In martial arts training, the key is to be single-minded and focused. A single powerful sword can break all other techniques. What's the point of practicing so many different sword techniques?

Moreover, he is only one person, and his energy is limited; he can't bite off more than he can chew.

Remembering Zhou Xian's words, the most important thing is to find a method that suits oneself, Mo Zheng's gaze lingered on the three sword painting scrolls.

The Wind Shadow Sword Technique, which pursues extreme speed, gives Mo Zheng a sense of freedom and unrestrained pleasure, which he fell in love with at first sight.

The Thunderclap Sword Technique is a direct descendant of the Thunderclap Sword Technique, possessing astonishing power; a single strike can shatter the heavens and earth!

The final Ten Thousand Swords Technique, with its elusive and unpredictable nature, aims to confuse the opponent's mind. Although skillful, it is not something Mo Zheng would favor.

That final glance made Mo Zheng no longer hesitate, and he said, "I choose the Wind Shadow Sword Technique!"

"Alright, come out, I'll go get the manual for you," said the shorter disciple outside.

"Just focus on the external skills; the internal skills training method can be completed later, once his Qi and blood are fully cultivated," Zhou Xian instructed.

The shorter disciple responded and then left.

Mo Zheng glanced at the scroll depicting the Wind Shadow Sword Technique, then lost all interest in the other sword techniques and strode towards the outer room.

UI.

Since he felt that the Wind Shadow Sword Technique suited his taste best, then that was it.

Once chosen, no matter how powerful other sword techniques are, they have nothing to do with him.

"Remember this, Junior Brother Mo: sword techniques can only be viewed within the Scripture Pavilion and are not allowed to be taken out. Furthermore, without the Headmaster's permission, it is strictly forbidden to teach them privately. Anyone who violates this rule will have their martial arts skills revoked and will be expelled from the Martial Arts Hall!"

When the short disciple handed over the manual, he spoke very seriously about the rules with Mo Zheng.

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