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As the sun and moon revolve and the winds and clouds change, the figures of Qingyang and Lin'er once again appear in the vast martial arts world. Their purpose is clear: to search for the long-lost Divine Weapon and to strive for the peace of the martial arts world. However, in the process of clashing with the forces of Ghost Shadow, they deeply feel the inadequacy of their martial arts skills, which leads them to decide to seek guidance from masters in this mysterious and ancient martial arts world to improve their own skills.
On a sunny morning, they arrived at the renowned "Wuyou Peak" in the martial arts world, where it is said that there is a master with profound martial arts attainments. They hope to receive his guidance in order to improve their martial arts skills. Wuyou Peak stands steeply in the clouds, the entire mountain peak is verdant, the stone path winds up, and the clouds and mist linger, appearing mysterious and unpredictable. They set foot on the stone path and began to climb.
Qingyang and Lin'er walked steadily and quickly reached the mountaintop. The scene at the mountaintop was stunning, with hundreds of wildflowers blooming on a lush green meadow, filling the air with fragrance. In the center of the meadow, there was a small stone pavilion where an old man in white robes sat, meditating with his eyes closed.
As they approached, the old man slowly opened his eyes, and a glint of wisdom flashed in them. He looked at Qingyang and Lin'er and smiled slightly, saying, "Who are the visitors, and what brings you here?"
Qingyang said, "I am Qingyang, and this is my companion Lin'er. We have heard of the great martial arts skills of Wuyou Peak, so we have come to seek guidance. We hope that the seniors will not hesitate to give us some pointers."
The old man nodded and pointed to the stone tablet next to the pavilion, saying, "If you seek guidance, then first demonstrate your martial arts skills on this stone tablet, so that I can see your foundation."
Without further ado, Qingyang and Lin'er stepped onto the stone slab and each displayed their own techniques. Qingyang's swordsmanship was skilled and profound, each strike carrying a powerful force; while Lin'er was agile and graceful, her swordsmanship flowing like water, elegant and deadly.
The old man watched their performance, nodding slightly with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. He stood up and walked towards them, saying to Qingyang, "Your swordsmanship has reached a high level, but it still appears rigid. You need to add some variation to make it more lively." Then he turned to Lin'er, "As for you, although your swordsmanship is agile, it lacks stability. You should strengthen your fundamentals."
Then, he guided them on the side, sometimes demonstrating personally, and sometimes teaching them step by step. Qingyang and Lin'er were both intelligent people, and they quickly understood the old man's meaning, constantly exploring and comprehending during the martial arts practice.
Qingyang practiced the sword techniques taught by the old man, and the transitions between each sword move became more fluent. It seemed that there was some kind of extraordinary power hidden within the sword energy. He said to the old man, "Thank you for your guidance, senior. Qingyang feels enlightened."
The old man smiled and said, "No need to be polite, this is the result of your own efforts."
Meanwhile, Lin'er was also working hard to practice. Her swordsmanship was originally very agile, but under the guidance of the old man, she came to understand the importance of stability. Her sword moves were no longer elusive, but had a stable and firm power. She looked at the extraordinary momentum revealed in her sword moves, overwhelmed with joy, and said to the old man, "I am really grateful, senior. Your guidance has given Lin'er a whole new understanding."
The old man smiled, nodded, and then demonstrated a profound set of swordsmanship, allowing them to understand the infinite mystery of swordsmanship. Qingyang and Lin'er watched intently, with every movement and technique deeply imprinted in their minds.
Time passed silently, and soon several days had gone by. Under the guidance of the old man, Qingyang and Lin'er had noticeably improved their martial skills. They thanked the old man for his teaching, but he just laughed and said, "These are all your own efforts. I just showed you the way."
Qingyang and Lin'er were suddenly shaken, understanding the profound meaning of the senior, and deeply bowed to the old man to express their gratitude. The old man looked at their young faces and felt extremely gratified. He knew that the future of the martial arts world would blossom in the hands of these young people.
Qingyang and Lin'er did not slow down, continuing to wander in the martial arts world, searching for the whereabouts of the Divine Weapon. During this time, they not only constantly improved their martial arts skills, but also made friends with many heroes in the martial arts world.
On a dark and windy night, they received a message that one of the Divine Weapon s, the Pofeng, seemed to have appeared in a small town in the south. Without hesitation, they immediately rushed to the place. The town was called Fengyu Town, a remote but picturesque place, but recently, many martial artists had gathered there.
When Qingyang and Lin'er arrived at the town, the sky was already getting dark. They settled in an inn and began to inquire about the news of the Divine Weapon in the town. Soon, they learned that the Pofeng Divine Weapon had been obtained by a martial artist named "Wind God," and he was planning to demonstrate the power of the Divine Weapon in the town square the next day at noon.
After learning this news, Qingyang and Lin'er discussed and decided to go to the square tomorrow to see if they could find an opportunity to obtain the Divine Weapon. After all, the power of the Divine Weapon is not to be underestimated. If they could obtain the Divine Weapon, their confidence in defeating Ghost Shadow would greatly increase.
As night fell, Qingyang and Lin'er each returned to their rooms to rest. However, Lin'er lay in bed for a long time and couldn't fall asleep at night. Her heart was filled with anticipation and anxiety. Every time she received news about the Divine Weapon, she was always full of hope, but at the same time worried that there would be more danger waiting for them.
Slowly, Lin'er also fell asleep tossing and turning. In her dream, she returned to Carefree Peak, practicing swordsmanship with Qingyang. Her swordsmanship became more proficient, and Qingyang watched silently from the side, his eyes full of admiration and encouragement.
In the morning sunlight, Qingyang and Lin'er arrived early at the town square. Many martial artists and townspeople had already gathered there, eagerly anticipating the demonstration of the Divine Weapon. In the center of the square, the Wind God stood with the sword known as the Divine Weapon Pofeng in his hand.
As the hour hand reached noon, the sunlight shone directly on the square. The Wind God raised his sword high and shouted, his voice echoing throughout the square: "Everyone, today, I will show you the power of the Divine Weapon breaking the wind!" With that, he raised his sword high and slashed towards the sky. Unexpectedly, the sword light flashed, only stirring up a light breeze without any impressive force.
The crowd immediately erupted into a commotion. Some people began to discuss, and others even started to mock. The Wind God's expression turned very ugly. He raised his sword again towards the sky, but the result remained the same, with no impressive scene appearing.
Wind Qingyang and Lin'er locked eyes and saw certainty in each other's eyes. They understood that the sword in front of them was not a true Divine Weapon Pofeng. So they decided not to show themselves first and see how things would develop.
The wind god's face turned pale. He finally realized that all he had received was a fake. He looked around at the mocking eyes and felt an unprecedented sense of shame. Just then, a cold voice rang out in the crowd: "Wind God, you are nothing but a pitiful creature, actually being deceived by a fake!"
The crowd suddenly parted, and a man in black walked out, his eyes filled with mockery. Feng Shen, furious, raised his sword to attack the man in black, but with a slight dodge, the man in black avoided the attack and counterattacked, knocking Feng Shen's sword away. He sneered, "With your skill, you dare to claim to have a Divine Weapon in hand? It's truly laughable!"
Feng Qingyang and Lin'er, witnessing this scene, understood that the man in black possessed highly advanced martial skills. They also sensed that today's events were not a coincidence, but rather orchestrated by someone behind the scenes. They decided to stay and see if they could find any clues about the Divine Weapon's whereabouts.
The man in black walked away with a cold smile, while Fengshen left the square in great anger. The crowd in the square gradually dispersed, leaving only Qingyang and Lin'er standing in place. They were filled with doubt, but also firm in their determination to find the true Divine Weapon.
In this mysterious martial arts world, there are still too many unknowns waiting for them to explore. The clues to the Divine Weapon may be hidden in this contradictory and turbulent martial arts world.
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