See the second half of the thirty-second installment of Love is a Thing of the Divine Eagles for more details.
Yang Zao stayed in front of the Broken Heart Cliff for more than a month, the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra passed Lu Wushuang, always no longer get to the little dragon lady half of the news traces, and know that it is useless to wait for, and then pulled a bunch of broken hearted grass hidden in the arms of the sand to leave words, drifting away. His heart is always undead, hoping that the little dragon lady and back to the Terminal South Mountain, and then go to the tomb, but see the wind crown in bed, the wedding dress on the ground, in vain, add some sadness only. Down from the mountain, wandering in the jianghu on the east and west, suddenly months, this day line close to Xiangyang, see the Mongolian army burned into the ruins of the white ground has added some grass huts thatched squatters, people gradually gathered, apparently in recent months in the Mongolian hooves and show the south. Although he remembered Guo Jing, but did not want to see Guo Fu's face, thought to himself: "with the carving brother for a long time, why not go to visit?" When the road to the barren valley and come. Line close to the sword devil Dugu Qushu former hermitage, will be a long whistle, while whistling while walking, not long to go, only to hear the front of the mountainside in the sound of croaking. I looked up, but saw the divine eagle squatting under a big tree, both claws are holding down a leopard wolf. When the eagle saw Yang, he let go of the leopard wolf and came over with a big stride. The leopard wolf escaped from death and went into the grass with its tail between its legs. Yang embraced the divine eagle, one person and one bird, both very happy, together back to the stone room. He wanted to leave here only a few months, but has been since the life into death, since the death into life, sadness and happiness gathered and dispersed, experienced countless changes, but it is a pity that the eagle will not speak, or else it can be to it to pour out his heart. So months, he will be in the deserted valley with the eagle for company. On this day, he had nothing to do, so he strolled to the cliff where Dugu Suifu buried his sword. He jumped up to the cliff and saw the stone inscription under the rotten wooden sword: "After forty years of age, I will not be stuck in things, grass, wood, bamboo and stone can be used as swords. Since then, I have been practicing intensively, and I have gradually progressed to the state where no sword is better than a sword." I thought to myself: "I can be invincible in the world with a heavy sword of iron, but looking at the last words of Dugu's predecessor, it is obvious that a wooden sword can be better than a heavy sword of iron, and in the end, a sword without a sword is better than a wooden sword. Since Long'er said that we have to meet each other after 16 years, I will study the method that wooden sword is better than iron sword and no sword is better than a sword in these 10 years." So he folded and climbed a tree branch, sharpened it into a wooden sword, and thought, "The basalt iron sword weighs nearly seventy kilograms, and there are only two ways for this light and fluffy wooden sword to overcome heavy weight with lightness: one is to be exquisite in swordsmanship, so that speed can beat slowness; and the other is to be strong in internal energy, so that one can overcome weakness with strength." Since then, he diligently cultivate internal strength day and night, study sword art, after every heavy rain, that is to the mountain floods and water resistance, in order to increase the strength of the move, do not feel that the end of the summer and fall, since the fall and winter, Yang Zong used although hard work, the internal strength of the sword art but the progress of all micro. Knowing that since the great cultivation had already reached a high level, the hundred-foot pole and then seek progress, it is very difficult, but also not annoyed. This day under heavy snow, the divine eagle cheered, leaped to the open ground, spread wings, rolled up a strong wind, the snow flakes blew away. Yang thought: "There is no mountain torrent in winter, so practicing sword in the snow is a wonderful way." But saw the divine eagle's wings rolling more and more power, although the snowflakes fell densely, but not half of them drifted down on his body. Yang Zao Xing Xing, lift up the wooden sword, also to the snow dance up, at the same time the right hand sleeve followed the swing, every see snowflakes falling, or with the sword wind, or with the sleeve force will be swept away snowflakes, so play for half a day, the wooden sword and the sleeve force are feeling quite enhanced. The snow fell for three days in a row, and Yang practiced his sword in the snow every day. In the afternoon of the third day, the snow was even heavier. Yang was concentrating on swinging his sword to hit the snow, when the divine eagle suddenly swung its wings and swept towards him. Yang did not take precautions, almost swept, immediately jumped sharply to avoid, but the forehead slightly cold, there are two pieces of snowflakes sticking up, immediately thought: "that day on the cliff, the eagle brother swings the wings and I fought, so that my sword skills greatly improved, and today there and I practiced the sword." So stretch out the wooden sword far stab, kala a sound, the wooden sword and the eagle wings touch, production time broken. Divine eagle no longer attack, but drum wings and stand, chirp low song, look actually have reproach intention. Yang thought to himself: "To use the wooden sword to fight against your amazing power, only side avoidance and leaping, to take advantage of the gap to strike far." At that moment, he sharpened another long sword, and fought with the divine sculptor again in the snow. This time, the wooden sword was broken after more than ten moves. So hard to practice endlessly, Yang saw the divine sculpture is not slack, seems to supervise very strict, the heart again is grateful, again is ashamed, secretly thought: "If I don't practice into the wooden sword, how can I live up to the sculpture brother's goodwill? And how can I let him miss out on this rare chance in the world?" Therefore, even in my sleep, I was thinking about how to avoid moves and how to increase my internal strength. Practicing hard, the love for the little dragon lady is no longer as anxious as months ago. At this time in the body of the love flower poison has long been fully solved, internal strength has increased, physical fitness, has not returned to the former emaciated face. See the sky cold, is already with the little dragon lady break up anniversary, Yang over said: "carving brother, I want to go to the absolute love valley line, today and you temporarily." So he brought his wooden sword and left the valley. The divine eagle followed him out, traveling to the fork in the road, Yang past to the divine eagle a bow, stepped on the avenue to the north, but unexpectedly the divine eagle bit his shirt, pulling him to the south. Yang said, "Brother Eagle, I have something to do in the north, let's leave it here." But the eagle just pulled him to the south. Yang was wondering, "Brother Eagle used to be very understanding, why are you so stubborn now?" Bitter in words, only to follow it to the south. Seeing that he was following him, the divine eagle opened its mouth and stopped pulling on his shirt, but as soon as Yang turned north, it would bite the corner of his shirt and would not let go. Yang thought to himself: "The eagle is very strange, pulling me to the south, there is a deep meaning in his heart. So, he stopped his intention of going to the Valley of Absolute Love and followed the divine eagle, coming straight to the southeast. Sang more than ten miles, Yang suddenly heart: "Eagle brother life high through the spirit, could it be that it leads me to the South China Sea to meet with the dragon child?" Thinking of this, chest blood rushing, allow to inhibit, immediately open stride, along with the divine eagle sped. Not a month, has arrived at the East China Sea. He stood on the seashore stone, looking out over the vast ocean, see the waves, the heart of the mixed feelings of sadness and happiness. After a short while, the ear heard the distant tide rumbling, sound like muffled thunder, continuous. When he was young, he had lived on the Peach Blossom Island and knew that the tides on the seashore had a letter, rising once a day at noon and once a day, and at this time, with the red sun in the sky, he thought that it was time for the tides to rise again. The sound of the tide was getting louder and louder, booming hair, like ten million hooves beating the ground at the same time, but a white line rushed towards the coast, and this sound was even more powerful than the thunder, lightning, and bombardment. Yang saw that there was such a power between heaven and earth, his face couldn't help but change color. In an instant, the tide has rushed to the front of his body, seems to want to pounce on the rock. Yang jumped back, suddenly felt a great strength in the back of the heart to push, it is the divine eagle wings to pounce. He was in mid-air, involuntarily, fluttering sound, fell into the monstrous white waves, but felt a salty mouth, drank two mouths of seawater. At this time the situation is very dangerous, fortunately in the torrents in the practice of the sword has been a long time, immediately play a "jack fall", in the sea floor on the rock firmly nailed to the body. The waves on the surface of the sea, but the bottom of the sea is relatively calm. He slightly concentrate, already understand the reason: "original brother eagle guide me to the sea shore, is to want me to practice sword in the angry waves." At that moment, both feet a little, leaped out of the sea strong wind on the face, head on a small mountain like big waves when the head cover down. His left arm vigorously in the water a press, leaping over the waves, sharp inhalation of a long breath, and back into the seabed. So repeatedly for air, to the tide subsides, he has been tired and pale. At midnight that night the tide came again, you brought a wooden sword, jumped into the white waves and waved, but feel the force of the tide in all directions, not as flash floods that are only from the top of the rush down, and whenever you can not resist, then dive to the bottom of the sea to avoid. Like this daily practice twice a day, not in January, I feel that the power is greatly improved, if you hold a wooden sword on dry land to stab, vaguely seem to have the sound of the tidal surge. Since then, the god eagle and his pouncing as a play, will avoid the front of the wooden sword, do not dare to meet with the wings. One day, when Yang was in the mood to kill, he swung his sword and used all his strength to slash. The eagle let out a loud cry and leapt to the side. Yang was unable to recover his strength, and his sword struck a small tree, breaking the wooden sword and severing the trunk of the tree. Yang held the hilt of the broken sword in his hand and thought: "This wooden sword is brittle and thin, but it can break the tree, it is because of the strength in my hand, in the future, when the tree breaks and the sword is not broken, then it can be close to the divine skill of the Dugu seniors back then. Spring and autumn came and went, and the years flowed by, and Yang Zao practiced his sword day after day at the tide of the sea, day and night, and summer and cold were unquestionable. The sound of the wooden sword striking and stabbing became louder and louder, and later there was even the sound of roaring, which was heard for several months, but the sound of the sword gradually became lighter and lighter, and finally became silent. Another few months of practice, the sound of the sword again gradually sound, since then from light and sound, from sound and light, repeated seven times, and finally want to light is light, want to sound is sound, practiced to this point, and then counted at the beach has been six years. At this point, Yang had a wooden sword in his hand, and in the tide of the sea, the wind from his sword could have been rejected by the huge waves, and even though the God Eagle was amazingly strong, he could not block the three strokes of his wooden sword, and at this point, he realized the state of mind of the sword demon, the Dugu, in his twilight years: "With this kind of swordplay, who else in the world can fight against the hand? No wonder Dugu's predecessor hurt his loneliness and buried his sword in the poor valley." I also thought, "If Brother Eagle had not witnessed the sword practice of Dugu's predecessor back then, how could I have obtained this divine skill? In my heart, I called him Brother Eagle, but in fact, he was my mentor. I don't even know how old he is, but I'm afraid I can call him Mr. Eagle or Grandpa Eagle." When I was practicing the sword by the sea, I kept inquiring the returnees on the sea boat about the existence of a divine nun in the South China Sea Island. But in the past few years, he had asked hundreds of boatmen and seafarers, but there was no news, so he gradually stopped thinking about it, thinking that in less than sixteen years, it would be difficult to meet with Little Dragon Lady. One day, the wind and rain were like darkness, Yang had a feeling, and now he hung a wooden sword on his waist, clad in his robes, a man and a sculpture, and quietly went west, and since then he has traveled all over the Central Plains and the South of the Yangtze River
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