Zhang Feng, squatting halfway down, looked at Wu Qiu with a solemn expression. His left hand trembled slightly and was curled up, clearly unable to continue fighting. Zhang Feng's eyebrows were tightly furrowed; losing his left hand greatly reduced the power of his cotton palm...

  Tai Yi, the ultimate way. Tai Yi's palm technique is the softest and most extreme point of palm techniques. However, when things reach their extremes, they must reverse - what goes up must come down. This is known as Tai Yi's yin-yang principle. This set of palm techniques is a double-handed martial art that appears to be light, slow, and weak on the surface but actually conceals iron-like strength within its softness, where softness reaches its extreme, it becomes firm.

  Now Zhang Feng has lost an arm, making it impossible for him to swing his arms freely between hard and soft, just like a pair of chopsticks missing one stick. Facing Wu Sou's iron pestle with only one palm is absolutely no match.

  Wu Xiu Wu Baozi, from the main hall master inherited twenty-one road linked pestle method, since self-study out of the mountain, ordinary people only see his first fifteen roads, because ordinary people will always fall on the fifteenth road's killing move, so no one has ever forced him to use those last six moves.

  Looking at Zhang Feng in front of him, who could dodge his attack, Wu Qiu's face involuntarily revealed a chilling smile. He stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, and a cold light shot out from his narrow eyes. The heavy iron club in his hand didn't move, he was like a hunting hyena, waiting to pounce on its prey, Zhang Feng.

  Sweat dripped down slowly, Zhang Feng was at a loss, watching the enemy in front of him grow more and more powerful, as if they would charge over and engage in a decisive battle at any moment. But with only one arm, he had no chance of winning.

  At this time, a drop of sweat that had been accumulating for a long time slid down from his forehead. He didn't want his brothers and sisters to fall down along the trajectory of his face on both sides. Unwilling to be ordinary, he decided to move forward bravely in a straight line. However, those long eyelashes were like a dense forest blocking his way. Helplessly, he could only hang on the eyelashes waiting for the arrival of death.

  Zhang Feng, whose eyes were blinded by sweat, quickly shook his head and suddenly found a iron sword lying in the leaves on his right side. It was a very standard mass-produced long sword made of high-carbon steel, with no pattern on the blade, no flower on the hilt, no tassel, and even half of the guard had been worn away.

  It was this sword that reminded Zhang Feng of Qingxuzi's Dragon Spring Seven Star Sword, with a hundred-year-old pine wood handle, cloud-patterned sword guard, cold iron sword body, and sandalwood scabbard. It can be said to be a top-grade sword, which was forged by a clever craftsman after 49 days when Qingxuzi traveled down the mountain.

  This sword has seven copper nails on its body, resembling the Big Dipper. However, the sword has no sharp edge and no blade, but it is a sword that does not kill.

  Qingxu Subei said that this sword was forged by him after traveling the world and witnessing all kinds of suffering, with the intention of using it as a ritual instrument for his entire life, rather than for fighting or killing.

  Looking at the sword, Zhang Feng seemed to recall Qingxuzi's teachings in his ear.

  ……

  "Disciple, how is your grasp of Taiyi's subtle palm?" Qingxuzi asked faintly, holding onto the floating dust.

  "As for Master's words, since that day when Master carefully taught me, I have basically grasped the key points and essence." Little Zhang Feng unconsciously touched his little head, which had been beaten with who-knows-how-many bamboo sticks, and respectfully said.

  "Hmm... Very good, indeed a clever and obedient child, worthy of Master's hard work in supervising you." Qingxuzi closed his eyes, like an otherworldly sage transcending the mundane, but the slightly raised corner of his mouth betrayed him.

  Recalling that day when he was enraged by Xiao Zhang Feng's careless remark, Qing Xu Zi took the opportunity to discipline him with a bamboo stick under the pretext of teaching martial arts. He felt that his decades of cultivating inner energy had gone to waste. Ever since this disciple became sensible, the word "anger" often lingered around him, yet every time he was defeated by Xiao Zhang Feng's silly and adorable appearance, unable to bear using heavy punishment on him.

  Qing Xuzi let out a helpless sigh and looked at Zhang Feng, who was still touching his own head, and sighed, maybe this is just fate.

  "Cough...cough..." Qingxu Zi coughed twice to get Zhang Feng's attention, "Disciple, go to the back room and bring those two bamboo sticks over. Master has something to teach you."

  "Ah!" Little Zhang's face turned pale with fright, last time he couldn't even handle one, this time it was doubled, he stretched out his two small hands and shook them in refusal: "M...Master, I...I won't learn anymore." He was so scared that he couldn't speak clearly.

  "You kid, what are you stammering about? Hurry up and go! Do you want to taste the flavor of Master's bamboo stick again?" Qingxuzi scolded with a straight face, which made Little Zhang Feng dare not mention anything about not learning anymore. He quickly went to fetch the bamboo stick, making Qingxuzi laugh out loud.

  "Come, you take one and I'll take one. Today, Master will teach you a set of sword techniques called the Invincible Sword Technique." Qingxuzi smiled as he handed a bamboo stick to Little Zhang Feng.

  Little Zhang Feng reluctantly accepted, secretly thinking to himself that he couldn't escape this meal of bamboo sticks today. "Alas, I only hope Master won't come up with any more unbeatable sword techniques or unloseable staff techniques in the future, otherwise next time it'll probably be another meal of bamboo sticks."

  A crisp "crack" sound of a bamboo stick hitting the head (Qing Xu Zi nodded in satisfaction, hmm! This melon is ripe!)

  "What's wrong with you, why aren't you attacking me?"

  Xiao Zhang's face was twisted in agony, he didn't dare to use the bamboo stick to attack his master. Was this "Invincible Sword Technique" really made up by his master? Was it just to beat him again?

  "Come on! What are you dawdling for!" Qing Xuzi's voice grew increasingly stern as he looked at Little Zhang Feng, who was motionless.

  Xiao Zhang Feng's eyes shone with tears as he gritted his teeth, embracing a desperate idea, and let out a loud shout as he charged forward holding the bamboo stick.

  "I chop, I stab, I smash, I bite... huh? When did Master become so hard and angular? And how did Master get shorter?" Little Zhang Feng opened his eyes in confusion, only to find that he had bitten the stone lantern in the courtyard. No wonder nothing happened when he hit it - he had found the wrong target.

  "Disciple, since you like this stone lamp so much, why don't you sleep with it tonight?" Qingxuzi said calmly, suppressing a smile.

  Xiao Zhang Feng hastily put away the stone lamp that had been tormenting him for half a day and came to Qingxu Zi's side.

  "Draw your sword!" Qing Xu Zi shouted sternly.

  Xiao Zhang Feng moved at the sound, subconsciously making the most basic sword stance.

  "Attack!"

  "Hah!" Little Zhang Feng held a bamboo stick in both hands and stabbed it towards Qing Xu Zi.

  "Slap!" Two bamboo sticks struck each other.

  "Attack again!"

  "Slap! Slap! Slap!……” Only to see Little Zhang Feng waving and chopping, slashing and stabbing. Every time the bamboo stick was either intercepted by Qingxu Zi's master halfway or mysteriously changed direction. After attacking for half a day, Little Zhang Feng couldn't even touch Qingxu Zi's clothes. In desperation, Little Zhang Feng threw down the bamboo stick and said with a crying tone: "Master, I couldn't hit you, please punish me lightly."

  As she spoke, she closed her eyes and lifted her head to face Qingxu Zi, as if saying "I'm ready, go ahead and hit me", her small round face scrunched up like a bun due to tension.

  This time, Qingxu Zi couldn't help but burst out laughing, stroking Xiao Zhang Feng's head and saying: "Disciple ah, you really are... Hahahaha..."

  Xiao Zhang Feng looked at his master's inexplicable laughter with a puzzled expression, wondering why he was smiling instead of punishing him. What was there to laugh about? He couldn't help but look around, trying to find the reason for his master's happiness.

  "Cough... Disciple, you've been attacking for so long and not even once have you hit your master. Not even my body has moved. Do you know why?" said Qingxuzi with a chuckle.

  Xiao Zhang Feng said I also want to know why.

  Without waiting for his response, Qingxuzi seemed to say with a tone of reverence, "This is the Invincible Sword that I will teach you..."

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