My Demon Queen

Chapter 217 1 Sword 2 Fists

As Ye An's clear voice slowly fell, Mo Qingcheng, Mu Wushuang and Princess Changle who were present all stood there like wooden sculptures.

"Why?" Princess Changle was the first to recover from her shock. She frowned, looked puzzled, and asked Ye An anxiously.

Mu Wushuang also opened her autumn-water eyes wide, staring at Ye An with confusion, her eyes full of expectation, quietly waiting for him to give a clear explanation.

Ye An raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, and said slowly: "Because, this is a secret."

Upon hearing this, Princess Changle looked helpless and speechless, with curiosity in her heart scratching like a kitten's claws.

Just as I was about to continue asking, I suddenly felt a gaze as cold as a thousand-year-old ice.

It goes without saying who the owner of this look is. Princess Changle instantly became like an eggplant hit by frost. She immediately picked up the paper on the table, and then while Mu Wushuang was still in a daze, she fled the courtyard in a panic like a frightened rabbit.

Mu Wushuang looked at her third senior sister who had left her alone to face Ye An and Mo Qingcheng. She was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to do.

She lowered her head slightly, her voice soft and flustered, and she stammered, "Ye...Ye An, what are you going to give me?"

Ye An looked at Mu Wushuang's slightly haggard face, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and then said: "You are so stubborn, I will borrow your sword for you."

When Mu Wushuang heard this, she was filled with confusion like a cloud of mist in her heart. However, out of her unreserved trust in Ye An, she handed over the ancient yet textured long sword in her hand to Ye An without hesitation. The sword body was as white as snow, the blade was sharp and chilling.

Mo Qingcheng looked at Mu Wushuang's almost instinctive trust. The sense of crisis in her heart rose like a tide. She frowned slightly and looked at Ye An with a hint of displeasure in her eyes.

Ye An seemed to be in another world. He didn't notice the change in Mo Qingcheng's mood at all. He just concentrated on looking at Mu Wushuang's sword slowly.

"When I was a kid, I learned a set of sword techniques. When I mastered it, I was invincible. This sword technique is called Tai Chi Sword."

After saying this, Ye An slowly got into position like a peerless swordsman, and then wielded Tai Chi sword moves like mercury pouring out on the ground.

Ye An took a small step forward with his left foot, his body slightly lowered, as steady as Mount Tai. He held the sword in his right hand and drew a soft and smooth arc from the lower right to the upper right. The movement was like the breeze blowing through the tender branches of a willow. He chanted softly: "Tai Chi swordsmanship is like moving clouds, and the opening and closing of yin and yang are at your will."

His eyes were focused and deep, as if his whole body had merged into one with the sword. The sword followed his heart and his body moved with the sword. His figure was as graceful as a dragon flying in the sky. Every movement was as natural and smooth as a gurgling stream in the mountains, without any sense of stagnation.

Then, his slender body turned gracefully, and the sword in his hand sank steadily from top to bottom like a meteor falling to the ground. His left palm gently pushed out, and the movement was like ripples on a calm lake. He recited clearly: "There are many changes in the virtual and the real, and the combination of hardness and softness has infinite power."

The sword wind whizzed past, carrying the force of wind and thunder faintly, and the surrounding air seemed to be stirred up by the sharp sword force.

Ye An moved lightly like a ghost, and his sword moved in an unconventional way, just as swift and agile as a snake escaping a cave, muttering to himself: "There is stillness in movement, and there is movement in stillness. The magic of using softness to overcome hardness is endless."

The sword energy crisscrossed like an invisible net. The surrounding fallen leaves were blown into the air by the sharp sword wind, forming gorgeous and dreamy leaf rain in the air.

Then, he suddenly leaped up, like a roc spreading its wings, and soared into the sky. The sword in his hand pointed straight up at the sky, and he shouted deafeningly: "My whole body is a sword, and the Tai Chi sword art shows its magical power."

At this moment, his whole body exuded a sharp yet peaceful aura, like a towering mountain, which made people tremble with fear.

Mu Wushuang's beautiful eyes watched without blinking every move and every style that Ye An performed in front of her. Every movement was accurately and clearly imprinted in her eyes, and every word of the mantra was transmitted to her ears as clearly as the sound of a huge bell.

She was also pleasantly surprised to find that this sword technique was truly miraculous. For her, who was obsessed with kendo, this was nothing less than an astonishing and peerless sword technique.

Mo Qingcheng also opened her beautiful eyes wide, looking at Ye An's sword technique with surprise.

Although each move and each style seems plain and unpretentious, they seem to contain endless power, which is breathtaking.

After performing a set of sword moves, Ye An slowly put away his sword and stood, calm and composed, as if he was strolling in a garden. His breathing was steady and even, with only a few beads of sweat on his forehead, just like the crystal dew on the lotus leaves in the morning.

Everything around seemed to be paused at this moment and came to a standstill.

Only his upright pine-like figure seemed to blend into the vast natural world, giving people a sense of tranquility yet powerful and suffocating shock.

Ye An looked at Mu Wushuang's slightly shocked expression, and suddenly an interesting fragment flashed through his mind. He couldn't help but smile at Mu Wushuang and said, "Did you remember it? You are so stubborn."

Mu Wushuang came back to her senses as if she had just woken up from a dream, and then she looked confused, and suddenly realized that she seemed to have really not remembered it.

Ye An was stunned at first, and then he muttered to himself: "That's not right. I remembered everything when I was learning it. Is it really the same as in the movie? I didn't remember it, but I remembered it? I... I don't deserve it?"

Ye An reluctantly threw the sword to Mu Wushuang and said, "Practice it once."

Mu Wushuang was a little confused. She clearly didn't remember how to practice. But when she raised the sword and began to imitate Ye An's initial movements, the moves were like memories hidden deep in her muscles that were instantly awakened. She began to dance naturally and smoothly. It was so silky and so seamless.

Ye An was speechless as he watched Mu Wushuang perform every move and every style so perfectly and fluently.

Mo Qingcheng also forgot the details of the sword moves just now for a moment, but after seeing Mu Wushuang's smooth and natural demonstration, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart that this woman's talent in swordsmanship was truly astonishingly high.

Every time Mu Wushuang practiced a move, she would be pleasantly surprised to find that these moves were extremely magical. When combined with the circulation of spiritual power, they could unleash a powerful force that did not belong to any other sword technique of hers, and might even be better.

After Mu Wushuang finished dancing, she was as excited as the surging waves. She looked at Ye An with a slightly blushing face. To her, this sword technique was undoubtedly a supreme skill, and Ye An taught her everything he knew without reservation. How could she not be grateful?

"Okay, don't get excited yet. Next, there are two types of boxing. One of them is as powerful as Tai Chi sword, and can make you invincible. Look carefully, it's called Tai Chi boxing."

After Ye An finished speaking, he stood upright with his feet slightly apart, his hands hanging naturally, his eyes calm and focused, as if the whole world was already in his sight and in his heart.

He took a deep breath, which was like a spring breeze blowing through a valley. He slowly raised his hands and began to perform Tai Chi.

Ye An slowly raised his hands from both sides of his body, his movements gentle and slow, like white clouds slowly rising, and he chanted softly: "When starting from Wuji, the spirit is restrained, and the empty neck and top strength appear naturally."

His hands seemed to guide the flow of breath, as if weaving an invisible web in the air.

Then, he took a small step to the left with his left foot, and pushed forward with both hands in an arc, chanting: "Shoulders dropped, elbows dropped, muscles loosened, chest held, back stretched, mind restrained."

The body rotates slightly in response, the movements are smooth and continuous, and every joint is stretched and relaxed.

Ye An drew a small circle with his right hand, brought it to his waist, and pushed his left hand forward, chanting: "The upper and lower parts follow each other to form a whole, and the momentum is continuous."

His steps were as steady as a mountain, and his center of gravity moved smoothly and freely, showing an inner balance and harmony, just like an ancient pendulum, neither fast nor slow, yet precise and accurate.

Then, he turned his body to the right, retracted his left hand, and pushed his right hand forward to the right, saying: "The waist and spine lead the movement of the limbs, and the whole body is one, with the hands and feet connected."

At this moment, every part of Ye An's body was moving in coordination, like an extremely precise and smoothly operating machine.

Ye An held the ball in front of his chest with both hands, shifting his center of gravity left and right, and whispered: "When you move, there is no place where you can't move; when you are still, there is no place where you can't be still."

His eyes were focused, his breathing was even, and his movements were smooth.

Then, he took a step forward with his right foot, bowed his feet and pushed his palms, reciting in a clear voice: "Peng, Lu, Ji, An, Xu must be serious, and people will find it difficult to get in if you follow them up and down."

The palm wind fluttered gently, containing the power of both hardness and softness, just like a breeze blowing across the lake, creating ripples.

Ye An sat back, pulled his hands back, and pushed them forward, saying, "Pick, pull, elbow, lean, use them randomly, stick, stick, follow, and don't lose the top."

His movements were a mixture of reality and illusion, with infinite variations and were hard to grasp, like the twinkling stars in the night sky.

Ye An drew his hands back in an arc, turned his body, slowly put his hands down, and chanted the last formula: "The true creation of Tai Chi Yin and Yang, the cycle of movement and stillness is endless."

At this moment, his breathing was steady and his expression was peaceful, as if he had merged into one with the surrounding environment.

After finishing a set of Tai Chi, Ye An stood quietly and slowly calmed himself down.

Mu Wushuang and Mo Qingcheng were both stunned at this moment. The punch and the sword complemented each other. What was even more incredible was that this punch was a combination of hardness and softness. If taken out alone, it could become a sect's secret.

Mu Wushuang finally understood why Ye An wanted to keep her.

"Next is another kind of boxing. Watch out, this boxing is powerful. When you don't have a sword, this boxing can be your trump card. This boxing is called Bajiquan."

After Ye An finished speaking, he spread his feet shoulder-width apart, clenched his fists, and placed them at his waist. His eyes were as sharp as lightning that pierced the night sky, and his aura suddenly rose, like a volcano about to erupt. He shouted: "Eight Extremes Boxing shakes the world, and its fierceness and violence show its spirit."

He took a step forward with his left foot, bent his knees and half-knelt, and rushed forward with his right fist like a cannonball, with the force of thunder, chanting: "The Collapse and Assault Step comes first, followed by the Stomping and Breaking Step."

The punch came with a whistling sound and was extremely powerful, as if it could tear the void apart.

Then, Ye An turned his body to the right, and his left fist swept out from his waist. At the same time, he stomped his right foot on the ground, causing the ground to tremble slightly, as if the earth was shaking, and shouted: "Get close and use your elbows like guns, and use your shoulders to hit your hips for strong power."

He pulled back with his left foot, followed with his right foot, crossed his fists in front of his chest, and then suddenly stretched them to both sides, shouting: "The technique of twisting silk and overlapping hands is wonderful, follow closely with shoulder squeeze."

The movements are vigorous and powerful, with great momentum, just like surging waves, moving forward unstoppably.

Ye An flashed, stepped forward with his left foot, and smashed down with his right fist, shouting: "The top and hip lift must be swift, and the flip and cover attack must be powerful."

The whole person is like a tiger descending from the mountain, majestic and unstoppable.

Then, he suddenly leaned forward, bent his right arm, and thrust out with the tip of his elbow, shouting: "The enemy will be terrified by the thrust of the elbow, and the fierce force will break the enemy's stubbornness."

Then, he turned his body to the left, punched out with his left fist, and stomped his right foot on the ground again, making a sound like thunder: "Both palms swing left and right, attacking continuously."

The boxing is powerful and the wind from the fist is whistling, like a raging gale.

Ye An leaned sideways, punching out with both fists like meteors, while changing his steps flexibly, chanting: "The Six Elbows Technique has many variations, and it is both offensive and defensive, and it can be used skillfully."

Then, he lunged forward, crossed his fists and pushed forward, shouting: "Standing on the ground, reaching the sky and penetrating the nine states, the Baji boxing will never stop."

The force of this push seemed to be able to overturn mountains and destroy everything.

After finishing a set of Bajiquan, Ye An stood up, his breathing was heavy, his clothes were soaked with sweat, but his eyes were still firm and full of heroic spirit.